Rating Adult overall
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and make
no profit from them
Summary: Set in the early 1940's, Spike is a G-man sent on
a mission in the Applachian mountains to search for
and destroy illegal alcohol when he has an accident.
Xander is a moonshiner who takes him in.
Nothing more was said by either about their suspicions that
Neither really wanted answers to their questions and neither
wanted to face why.
Xander finished the eggs and coffee.
After handing Spike a small plate, he sat in his chair and
proceeded to shovel in his own.
Still feeling nauseated, Spike drank the coffee, but could only
face a bite or two, and he was afraid that was not going to stay down.
"Don't try to force it. We can try again later."
Xander put his empty dish in the wash pan and dumped
Spike's food in the trash.
After a quick clean up, Xander took the wash pan and started
for the door.
"I'm going for some water to heat. Then it's bath time."
Spike noted that the last part of that was said with just way too
Wondering why no one had mentioned last night's kiss made
Spike struggle to remember if it was real or maybe just a new
version of the DT's pink elephants.
'No, I'm sure it happened. It was so wonderful, no way could
I have dreamed that.
Does he regret it? Is that why he isn't talking?
Is he waiting to see what I think? What do I think?'
Returning quickly, Xander set the pan on to heat.
With his back to Spike, he stoked the coals and positioned the pan.
"Xander? Did you kiss me last night?"
Spike could see Xander's spine stiffen. Slowly he rose to his
feet and turned to face him.
"Yea, sorry about that. It just seemed like the thing to do at the
time. Don't worry, I'm not going to attack you just cause you
Xander waited to see what kind of names Spike would call him.
Disappointment clearly flashed over Spike's face.
"Of course. No need to apologize. I didn't think you would
do anything like that. You seem to be a very honest man."
"You didn't want me to kiss you again did you?" Xander took
a step closer
"Did you want to kiss me again?" Spike tried to prop himself
up on his elbows.
"Maybe. But only if it's what you want." Two more steps nearer.
"I guess it was kind of nice. I suppose I wouldn't mind if you
wanted to do it again."
Xander closed the distance between them.
Sitting on the side of the bed, Xander leaned down till his
face was no more than an inch above Spike's. Now more
relaxed and confident, Xander smiled and nudged his nose
"So you want to be kissed do you?'
Spike placed his hands on the straps of Xander's bibs. He
was wearing no shirt underneath.
Pulling his body closer, Spike let his eyes drift down to focus
on the slight upturned corners of Xander lips.
"Got nothing else to do this morning. A kiss might be nice."
Spike suddenly found he needed way too much oxygen.
His eyes drifted closed as he waited.
Xander closed the gap, but just before touching, he diverted
and devoured Spike's neck and ear lobe.
The move was so unexpected, Spike moaned and turned his head
further to give Xander more neck to kiss.
Xander obliged by giving Spike's neck a thorough seeing to.
Afraid Spike was going to hurt his back by squirming around,
Xander took pity on him and finally, at last, gave him the kiss
they had both been waiting on.
Starting out easy it rapidly became deep, wet, and all consuming.
Spike felt as though this man was going to climb into his mouth
and taste his very soul.
He had never been kissed like this, but it was all he had ever craved.
Using his own tongue to give as well as he was getting, Spike
could detect eggs, coffee, and the intoxicating flavor of Xander.
Clutching frantically at the heavier man above him, Spike's body
knew instinctively that Xander was the answer to all the sexual
craving and frustration Spike had always felt.
Pulling back, Xander looked down between them and broke
into a huge smile.
"Well that's a good sign."
Trying to follow the change in action, Spike realized Xander
was talking about Spike's very hard, leaking cock.
Spike was thrilled.
He had secretly been afraid the accident had done permanent
damage and that even if function did return to his legs other things
might never be right again.
Suddenly all he could think about was proving to Xander and
himself that the cock they were discussing was indeed working
as well as before.
Xander let his eyes stroll up Spike's body.
He had never been with a man like this before. All the others
had been athletes like him.
Large, hard, well toned.
Spike was none of that. He was delicate, firm but softer.
Still, no less masculine.
He wanted to possess every inch of this body.
Lying on his side on one elbow, Xander put his other hand around
Both could feel the power implicit there.
Even knowing that hand could crush his windpipe, Spike was more
aroused than worried.
Xander was claiming an ownership in this.
Even if it was only for the next few moments, they both were in
agreement that Xander was king of this castle.
Releasing his grip, Xander let his hand run down Spike's chest to
the flat of his stomach.
A stomach slightly sunken from too much drink and too little food.
Sinking his fingers deep into the nest of thick blond curls, Xander
tugged roughly causing Spike to whimper in need.
Reaching lower, Xander circled his hand around Spike's
Brushing his thumb across the seeping head of the uncut cock,
Xander forced Spike to look him in the eye.
"Do you want me to bring you off? Make your balls pull up
hard till they blow?"
"No one has ever spoken so crudely to me before."
Spike's voice was strained and barely above a whisper.
"But you like it, don't you? You want me to be rough and dirty
with you, don't you Spike?"
The intensity too much, Spike had to close his eyes.
"God, yes, Xander. Please."
"Do you trust me,Spike?"
Spike's eyes flew open. Had he been reading his mind?
No, Xander was only talking about sex, and when it came to that
Spike could absolutely affirm that yes, he did trust Xander not
to hurt him.
"Yes, Xander, I do trust you."
Xander was not stupid enough to think that trust extended
beyond the bed, but for now maybe that was enough.
Standing quickly, Xander unbuckled the straps of his overalls
and let them drop to the floor. Spike made no effort to conceal
"Curiosity killed the cat."
Xander chuckled, but did nothing to cover himself.
"Ah, yes, but satisfaction brought him back." Spike finally
lifted his eyes.
"Does this satisfy you?"
Xander had his large hand wrapped around his thick dark cock
and shook it in the direction of Spike's face.
"I think it is about to." Spike licked his lips and waited to see
what Xander would do next.
He didn't have long to wait.
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