Title: Heart Strings 1/11
Rating: Adult (Although more story than sex)
Disclaimer: The BmblBee makes no money off her
stories and owns nothing. Including the characters.
Summary: HAU This short story is a follow-up to
White Lightnin'. It takes place in the early 1940's
and is a quick peek to see how things are going for
our boys on their mountain home.
"Ouch!" The complaint was muffled, as Spike's face was still
deeply hidden in the pillows and blanket.
Standing by the bed with his hand aimed at the wonderful
mound of covered ass Xander threatened another swat.
"Come on. Get you're lazy big city ass out of bed. Today's
the day we go to town. Big doin's. Sell off our furs, stock
up on some supplies and seeds, I'll even take you to the diner
for lunch. Just like a first class date But ain't gonna happen
with you laying there like a dead toad.."
The only answer he received was a small hand that came
out from under the covers. Aimed in Xander's direction,
the finger crooked, encouraging Xander to bring his
warmth and body back to bed.
Xander briefly thought about refusing, then came to his
senses and joined his lover for a cuddle and a wakeup.
Draping his larger, heaver body over Spike's he wrapped
his hands around Spike's wrists and restrained them over
Looking down on his partner he still marveled at the
changes in him.
The months after he had given up the alcohol had done
wonders for his color and complexion.
The work on the docks had strengthened and toned his
His smaller frame was now harder and tighter.
His stomach, once sunken from lack of food and
malnutrition had turned rippled and firm.
He was attractive before, now he was absolutely stunning.
Xander could never get enough of him.
He was constantly touching him, staring at him,
nearly consuming him.
It was a scrutiny that most would have found oppressive
Spike thrived and flourished in it.
Too much was just enough.
"Damn, you're cold"
Spike squirmed and wriggled pretending to refuse.
This only caused Xander to harden and moan.
Nuzzling Spike's neck and earlobe, Xander kissed
"Then warm me up." He whispered in Spike's ear.
Immediately spreading his legs and bending his knees,
"No. You'll freeze me up inside."
Reaching under the bed Xander found the lotion and
quickly slicked his fingers knowing the cream would
only make his hands colder.
Slipping two fingers in Spike's hole, still wet from last
night, Xander laughed.
"You mean cold like this?"
Spike increased his struggle, laughing even harder.
Xander worked and stretched the opening quickly, so
aroused from the wrestling he didn't want to wait.
Positioning the thick head at Spike's wrinkled opening, he
Gasping, Spike immediately stopped struggling and laughing.
He threw his head back and expelled the breath he didn't
realize he had been holding.
"Yes, oh fuck, that's it. Oh God, Xander. Just like that."
Hoisting one of Spike's legs high and rolling him to his side,
Xander knew the angle would be just right to hit.....
"Fuck! Right there, Right there."
Xander smiled and let loose. Pounding and thrusting he lost
himself in the heat of the body and the erotic litany of
"Yes, yes, Oh God, yes"
Xander was right when he knew this would be a quick one.
For some reason the first one of the day always was.
Feeling the familiar tingle in his back and groin Xander
tried his best to hold off.
Shifting his weight to one arm he reached for Spike's
cock only to find Spike's hand already there.
Looking down he could see Spike's face already twisting
up in the strain of an oncoming orgasm.
Jerking, he released spurt after spurt of thick hot cum
onto his own belly and hand.
Reacting to Spike's release, Xander relaxed and allowed his
own to rush through him.
Holding in place till he had softened enough to pull out easily,
Xander dropped down on the bed beside him.
"Damn, Spike. Hell of a way to start the day."
The last part caught Spike's attention and he threw back
the quilt with a "whoosh" of cold air.
"Hey, It's Friday. The day we're going in town."
He leaped from bed, still naked and launched into the "cold
feet on the floor" dance that he did every morning.
Xander laughed as he watched him grab for his pants and
head out the door for the outhouse. Groaning, he rolled
out and quickly began putting on the coffee and starting
Xander let his mind wander back over the last month.
He still remembered the desolation he felt at returning
home alone after his failed trip to the city to find Spike.
He couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the door
and the man he love was there.
Waiting in his home and in his heart.
Just waiting for Xander to come back to him.
It had been the start of the best time of his life.
It had been the start of the rest of his life.
It was amazing how easily they fell into a routine together.
Building a life together.
Making plans for the future and the cabin.
Together. Always together.