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Hard Time

HARD TIME
24/47
Author: BmblBee
Paring: Spander (of course)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bad language and explicit sexual m/m activity.
Summary: Xander is wrongly convicted of murder and sent
to Riverview Correctional Institution where Spike is a guard.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named in
this story and sadly, make no profit.
AS 4





Thanks to the amazing Petxnd for the banner.



"What is this place?"
"The old school training areas."
Spike visibly relaxed, pointing first in one direction then in another.
"There is a machine shop over there and a auto body repair garage
to the left. It was a program for training and rehabilitating convicts
before their release to help them find jobs."

Xander peeked in each room they passed and marveled in the possibilities.
"Why don't they use it anymore? This would be great."

"Budget cuts. State financial priorities."

Xander followed as they turned down another corridor and he opened one
more steel door. Inside, they took a small stairway down into a large storage
room. There were tables, desks, old outdated computer parts and rolls of
carpet. Everything stacked neatly and covered with a thick layer of dust.

"There are no cameras back here."
Spike waited to see how Xander would react and it didn't take long.
Spinning around, he placed his hands on both sides of Spike's face and he
kissed him soundly. This was exactly the opportunity he had prayed for
and he wasn't about to waste a single second of it on questions.

Spike felt the thrill of fear shoot through his body as he jumped from
the bungy platform and prayed the rubberband cord would not snap.
His tongue took charge. It licked and tasted everything Xander had
in his mouth. A hot slick, willing tongue, a ridged roof and a row of
white clean smooth teeth. It was heaven and it warmed his cock with
affection and a rush of blood.

Finally, Xander pulled back and gasped for air. His voice was breathless
and raspy. His hands had already started fumbling with the buttons on
the crisp, pressed uniform shirt.

"What can we do? God, Spike, how far can we go?"

Spike's trembling hands stopped Xander's and he forced the inmate
to look him in the eye despite the fact that his entire being was surging
forward with need.

"Wait, wait, Xander. This is the worst thing we can do. If we get
caught I'll lose my job, my career and you will be sanctioned severely.
I don't want you to feel like you have to do this. Please, tell me you
are sure. If you don't want to, I'll understand. I won't say a word about it."

"Fuck, Spike. This is ALL I want, and it's worth everything they
can do to us. When I watch you walk, I think about you fucking me.
When I sleep, I dream about you fucking me. When I jack off, it's
with the wish that your cock was rammed deep up my ass."

Spike whimpered as the whoosh of sexual need slammed through him.
Quickly recovering, he immediately began unbuckling his belt and
pants, watching as Xander picked up on his green light and did the same.

Both men stood facing each other, naked from the waist down, shirts
open and hanging off their shoulders, cocks hard and beginning to
ooze in anticipation. Quickly Spike fished through the pocket of his
folded, discarded uniform pants and he retrieved a condom.

Xander frowned. He wanted to be able to feel it with nothing between
them. He wanted to hold the fluid inside him to take back and
enjoy as it slowly dribbled out his ass.
"Do we have to use....."

"Yes. We do. It's for both out protection and because we can't afford to
leave any evidence."
Spike glanced up at the huge round clock on the wall.
"Look, Pet, I wish we had time for soft words and foreplay but the fact is...."

Xander laughed and shook his rock hard cock.
"Ready to cut diamonds here, Spike."
He then turned and bent over, gripping the sides of an old school desk
and tipping his ass as high in the air as he could.

The whole ugliness and wrongness that should have turned him off made
Spike hornier than he had ever been in his life. The sight of Xander, poised
and waiting to be mounted like a bitch in heat, caused Spike's final brain
cells to shut down.

He suddenly wanted to drop to his knees and eat that hole till the saliva
dripping from his chin matched the precum dribbling from his throbbing
cock head.

When Xander heard the crinkle sound of the foil being torn, he moaned,
scooted his feet further apart and pushed back in encouragement. He already
had a handful of his own cock and just the anticipation had him well on his way.

Unable to resist, Spike bent down and licked. Flattening his tongue he
swiped, feeling the ready hole flex and jerk, he played with the deep
puckered wrinkles till Xander's pitiful begging caught his ear.
"Please, Spike. We don't have time. Fuck, I'm so close, I need it in me."

Knowing his partner was right, Spike pulled back slightly before spitting
on the opening for lubrication. He then place one hand on Xander's
hip and the other on his own cock just under the head. On the second
try, it popped through the tight ring of muscle.

Spike gasp at the tight heat. Xander groaned at the wonderful, pained burn.
Spike rose up on his toes and slid home. Xander jerked. He felt as
though he were being split in half and almost told Spike to stop.
Reading the signs, Spike held still, running his hand soothingly up Xander's
back and whispering softly.
"Relax, Love. I know it hurts. Sshhh. Just give it a mo, yeah?"

The gentle touch and soft words went straight to Xander's heart like the
sweetest love poem he had ever heard and his body opened itself up to the
man inside him. Feeling the difference, Spike pulled back experimentally,
then pushed forward, hitting the sensitive nub of his prostate.
Although more out of accident than design, neither man cared.

Xander's head snapped up and his butt shoved back greedily.
"Fuck. That's it. Right there. Hit it again."

Spike did his best to do just that. He slammed it as deep and hard as he
could, every nerve ending on his cock screaming with the squeezing,
massaging pleasure a hot tight hole brings. He wanted to ride this
heavenly arse forever.

"Bloody hell! Xander, you feel so good."

Xander's hand knew what his cock needed. It instinctively stroked,
pinched and flicked in a practiced and perfected sequence he had
performed nearly every day of his post pubescent life.

But now, combined with the delicious pain/pleasure of a hot, hard, long cock
ramming into him, the warm tingling promise of an enjoyable release became
an entire body changing experience.

"Hard, Spike I need it hard."

The tension in his legs now caused them to start to shake from the exertion.
His knuckles turned white as they gripped the edge of the table and his
forearms felt as though he had just done a thousand pushups.

Suddenly, all that was blocked out. All he was aware of was the churning,
twisting heat that was building in his balls. Closing his eyes and holding his
breath, Xander waited, jumping on his small raft and then riding it over the
crest of the Niagara Falls of orgasms.

"Oh, FUCK!"

As Xander's body clamped up, his inner muscles rolled and rippled around
Spike's swollen cock. Rocking his body forward, Spike stopped moving
and allowed Xander to squeeze the trigger that set his own orgasm into
motion. He felt himself jump and jerk inside his lover's body as it filled
the little pouch at the tip of the condom.

"AAhhh! Damn, Xander."

Spike wrapped his arms around Xander's belly holding their bodies snugly
together in a standing spoon. Endorphins flooded his brain as fast as his cum
filled the rubber, and images of flowers, champagne and poems floated
through the romantic corner of Spike's mind. He knew reality would
intrude soon enough and he just wanted this a little longer.

Gradually, as the blood returned to their brains, both men became aware
of the world around them and relucantly disengaged. After a moment
of chuckling and swaying on unsteady feet, they each found their pants
and righted themselves.

Neither fooled themselves into thinking this changed anything.
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