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Heart Strings 
8th-Apr-2007 05:13 am
Title: Heart Strings 8/11
Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult (Although more story than sex)
Paring: S/X
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.

Xander and Spike tumbled and rolled around in the bed
each grabbing, touching and tickling. Finally realizing his
new found strength was still no match for Xander's, Spike
cried 'uncle.'

"Enough! You win. I am at your mercy." Spike fell back
dramatically and waited for Xander to claim his prize.

Although reluctant to admit it, Xander was also surprisingly
out of breath. Spike still didn't know his own strength.
It was something Xander found extremely arousing and
the naked wrestling had left them both hard and leaking.

Xander laid down pressing his body flat against Spike's.
The feel of all that hot sweaty skin moving under him
was nearly Xander's undoing. He slowly rocked his hips
back and forth rubbing and bouncing his cock off of

"God you feel so good. I never get enough of you. We
should stay in bed all day and just fuck."

Spike's brain cells had already failed him and all his
concentration was on humping up in time to Xander's.
"Yea, sure, stay in bed."

Quickly becoming frustrated from the lack of friction he
was only marginally aware of Xander coating his hand
with lotion.

Wrapping the slippery fist around Spike's overheated
throbbing cock, Xander pumped his hand slowly.
Spike relaxed back to enjoy the attention.
Attention that stopped far too soon.

Just as Spike opened his dreamy hooded eyes to
ask why, he was shocked to see Xander preparing himself.
With no further warning, Xander positioned himself over
Spike's cock and dropped down.

"FUCK!" The pain was a little more than what Xander
expected and he froze. They had always done this slowly
and now he was reminded why.

Gradually his body remembered the thick cock that pierced
his entrance and he started to relax.
After a few moments, he squeezed his inner muscles

Both men groaned.
Opening his eyes he looked down on the shocked face
of his lover.
"Jesus, Xan, give a bloke a little warning, yea?"

Xander smiled evilly.
"O.k. here's your warning. I'm gonna ride this beautiful
thick cock till it explodes up my ass and I cum all over your
chest. In fact I may just shoot hard enough to hit your face.
Then I'm gonna kiss you and shove my cum covered
tongue deep in your mouth."

Spike's head fell back on the pillow "GAH!"
Xander was a little surprised that Spike was still so

Finally starting to move, Xander lifted himself only slightly
and gently slid back down.
As the pain lessened and tingly pleasant feeling became
stronger the need grew to More and Harder.

Xander leaned back and searched for just the right angle.
"Ugh! God, That's it."
Xander felt the spongy head bump the hidden
nub deep inside his body and he reacted immediately.

Lifting and dropping harder and faster Xander's own
cock bounced out in front of him, wet and waiting.
The dribbles oozing from the slit ran down the
underside freely.

Spike unconsciously ran his hands up and down Xander's
straining thighs feeling the tension as he rode, squeezing
and punishing Spike's cock with the most delicious ache.

He could feel the foreskin inside Xander's passage being
pulled and stroked back and knew he wouldn't be able
to hold off for long.

Some nights are for love, for romance and an expression
of your hearts true passion.
Some nights are not.
Gay or straight, they are still men, and some nights
are just for fucking.

Dirty, deep, and selfishly all encompassing.
Losing yourself in nothing more than the feel of your own
cock receiving just the right amount of stimulation.

Building, climbing till your nuts fill and blow, shooting all
the cum you can hope for out the stretched sensitive head
of your life's center.

Tonight was one of those nights.
Each man pleasing and being pleased for no other reason than
it just felt fucking fantastic.

Shifting his weight to his left arm, Xander began stroking
his own cock slowly.
Holding the base, he reached down and rolled the heavy sac
in his fingers.
Damn it felt good.

Picking up speed with both hand and ass Xander rode harder,
always dipping at the last to insure his prostate was hit hard
every time.

Spike gave no thought to helping.
His mind floated off as his cock and balls took over his life.
Feeling the ache start in his legs and spread quickly upward,
Spike began humping his hips up awkwardly.

Knowing it was almost over Xander flexed his inner walls
causing Spike to jerk, bathing Xander's insides in hot thick

Xander stopped moving and waited, allowing Spike
to revel in the warm body rush of an overpowering orgasm.
When he felt the cock inside him slow and relax
Xander stroked himself to completion, keeping his promise
to splatter his juices on Spike's chest and face.

Slowly opening his eyes, Spike licked all around his mouth
scooping up everything in his tongue's path.
8th-Apr-2007 02:24 pm (UTC)
Wubba... umm, B could I borrow a set of those batteries *blushes*
8th-Apr-2007 03:28 pm (UTC)
Sorry Babe, burnt 'em up.
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