bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 32/40

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult
Paring: S/X with a side of W/G
Summary: Xander is drifting, looking for a purpose in life.
One that finally comes clear when he spots a certain
hairdresser by the name of Mr. William. Xander
immediately begins planning and plotting to win over
this scrumptious man. Of course nothing worth having
ever comes easily.
Genre: Comedy, romance. HAU
Warnings: The usual bad language as well as graphic m/m sexual
activities. Also warned of hints of poultry perversions.
Disclaimer: I Own or have claim on none of the characters or products
used and named in this story and no profit is made.
Feedback: Much appreciated. It encourages me to continue.

Xander wrapped his arms tightly around Spike's firm
compact body. He thrilled at the wind blowing through his
hair and the excitement coursing through his veins.

He knew, with out having to be told, exactly where they were
going. It was a trip he had made several times in the last few days,
and dreamt of a hundred times more.

Placing his hand back on Xander's thigh, Spike leaned against
the large, solid man behind him and yelled loud enough to be heard over
the whistle of the wind.

"Going to my place, Pet. Hope you don't mind. Thought we could get
to know each other a bit better, yeah?"

Xander thanked God they were on the bike and he was unable to
jump up and down clapping his hands together wildly, especially
considering he was trying to convince Spike that he wasn't mentally
handicapped. So instead, he went for the casual, laid back approach.

"Sure, that sounds great. I had nothing to do today. A little tit for tat
might be nice. Um, do you think maybe you'll want to kiss me

Spike's thumb wandered up the inseam of Xander's pants, stopping just short
of his quickly hardening crotch. Then just as quickly he returned his hand to
the handlebar, maneuvered a sharp left turn and laughed.

"Just might."

Rounding the bend, Xander immediately recognized the street. He knew
the neighbors big elm tree and the people down the street who had a picnic
table covered with toys in their front yard. He held on as the Harley zipped
up the driveway and stopped right in it's spot in the carport.
It was all so familiar it felt like home.

Spike cut the motor and leaned forward, signaling Xander to climb off.
He booted the kick stand and settled the bike.

"I've got a flatmate but he's probably still at work or off with his friend
so we should be alone for a while. That all right with you?"

Xander fought the urge to squeal and do the Snoopy dance.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good."

Spike chuckled at the artificial boredom in Xander's voice. It might
have been more convincing if he hadn't grabbed Spike by the hand
and was now dragging him toward the back door.

As soon as Spike unlocked the door, Xander rushed in and looked
all around. He had wondered about the layout and tried to imagine
it for so long that he couldn't take it all in fast enough.
Surprisingly, it closely resembled the small blueprint sketch he had made
in his note pad.

"What's that, Pet?"
"Oh, nothing. Just saying I like your place. It's"
Spike chuckled and scooped Xander up in his arms pulling him close.
"Not sure what that means, but, thanks. Now about that kiss you
were asking for."

Spike tipped his face up and with both hands in Xander's hair pulled
him close till their lips just lightly touched. This was nothing Spike wanted
to rush.

Xander went pliant, letting the older man take the lead. They had both
waited and wanted and finally had all the time in the world.
Spike inhaled deeply. The smell, the presence, the warmth. It was
everything he remembered Xander being.

Pulling back just slightly, Spike opened his eyes and looked into
Xander's whose suddenly wrinkled as he smiled.

This time he did feel it. The safe lock he had placed around his heart
exploded almost painfully and Spike knew he was doomed. Part
of him wanted to run, send this boy home and return to the safety and
security of solitude and his accounts.

Part of him knew it was already too late so he did the only thing he could.
He dove in for another kiss almost hoping the first one had been a fluke.
If that was the case he was safe. He could fool around a bit and still
protect himself from the type of hurt that had almost devastated him.

As soon as their lips touched Xander opened his mouth and waited for the
passion and possession he remembered from before. It came quickly.
A wave of heat flushed through his body as Spike's tongue licked and claimed
his. He moaned as he felt the air rush erratically from Spike's nose
against his cheek.

Stepping in that last inch, Xander pressed their crotches together, trying
his best to find that perfect position that would allow their cocks to line up,
rub and press against each other. Almost instinctively, their bodies seemed
to find just the right angle.

The feel of the outline of Spike's stiff erection was almost Xander's undoing.
The realization that the long hard cock in Spike's pants would soon be in
his hand, his mouth, his.......

Xander pulled his head back gasping for air. His heart pounded so hard he
was certain it would burst. With no blood left in his brain for thinking, all
he could do was feel. His whole body felt charged. Hot, flushed with
fever, his stomach tied in knots.

He tried his best not to cum, but it wasn't looking good.

Finally reading the signals, Spike reluctantly stepped back breaking contact
and giving his boy a chance to gain a bit of control over himself.

"Wait, Xander. Wait. We have all day. Let's just take a mo. K?"

Xander took a deep breath, dropped his face and unconsciously pressed
his palm against his painful, aching erection. Unable to form words, he hoped
he hadn't done anything wrong. He nodded his head.

If he had looked up he would have seen Spike adjusting his own hard,
leaking cock.

After a minute or two Spike flexed his shoulders and with his finger tips under
Xander's chin lifted his face.

"Come on Love, let's sit down and have some tea, yeah? Give us a chance
to talk for a bit then maybe do this thing right. No quicky in our drawers."
Spike chuckled and took Xander's hand leading him to the stools at the
breakfast bar.

Xander grinned and relaxed. He knew Spike was right. He wanted his first
time to be........well fuck. He wanted romance.

Hopping onto the seat, Xander fiddled with the radio on the counter while
Spike put on the kettle. When he found a good country station he cranked
it up. Spike cringed. When he turned back to complain he was dismayed
to see Xander start swaying.

"What exactly is that, Pet?"

Xander was thrilled. Now it was his turn to teach Spike something.
He patted the stool beside him and urged Spike to sit down.

"Chair dancing, and by the way, I AM the best! Listen!"
Xander turned up the volume.

"Little Bit Of Life" It's the perfect song for chair dancing. Just do
what I do."

Xander threw his hands high over his head, clapping to the beat.
Spike frowned. At least there was no one around that could see them
so he figured 'what the fuck', and followed suit.

He hated to admit it was a catchy tune.

"Now, your shoulders!"
Everything on Xander's body above the waist started to jump, jerk and
flop. Spike copied his moves and surprisingly, it felt natural.

Suddenly the harmony kicked in and Xander threw his head back
shouting a big "WEE HAW! Let's go!"

With that his butt began wriggling and twitching to the beat.
Not to be out done Spike closed his eyes and let the music
take hold of his hips. When he again looked over Xander
was in full dance, lipsincing the song. When the line,
"a little bit of nasty, a little bit of nice" played, he snapped
his fingers and pointed one directly at Spike and the other
at himself.

Spike chuckled, Xander's free spirit was so infectious, he couldn't
have stopped himself if he tried. By the time the song was over
Spike was laughing so hard he nearly fell off the chair.

Weak from the effort, Spike wiped the tears from his face.
"Well, Pet. How did I do?"

Xander propped his head up, resting his elbow on the breakfast bar
and pretended to consider the matter.
"Hmmm. Not too bad for and old fuddy duddy."

Spike leaped to his feet.
"Fuddy duddy! I'll show you fuddy duddy."

Xander jumped down and with a squeak took off running.
Spike hot on his trail.

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