Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named in this story.
Warning: This story contains mention of prostitution, group sex, violence, m/m orgies
and one wild raccoon.
Summary: Xander is a male prostitute. It is his chosen occupation and he is very
happy with it. One night he takes on a group of clients with a friend and things
do not go as planned. When his friend is found murdered, homicide is called in.
Spike is a brilliant detective with OCD issues. When he is told to hide out in the
woods with the witness to protect, he gets more than he could have imagined.
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banners, the story idea and for holding my
hand during the writing.
Spike stood in the door way and watched warily as Xander casually dropped
his clothes on the floor and hopped into bed. Stark naked. Spike considered
protesting and pointing out the unhygienicness of such a condition, but
reconsidered. After all, Xander had the right to sleep in the manor to which
he was most accustomed, just as Spike did.
Once settled in, Xander watched in amusement as Spike carefully removed
his shirt. He neatly folded it and placed it on top of the dresser then followed
with the jeans. When he was down to his white boxers, Spike eased cautiously
forward. He knew what he was doing was foolish, irresponsible and possibly
reckless, but he rationalized his choice by saying there was no other way to
properly stay near and protect his charge. It was a mental excuse that he
recognized as pure bull shit, but he didn't care.
Spike stood at the side of the bed and scowled. He knew if he measured, it
could be proven that Xander was encroaching on his side. He frowned and
made shooing motions with his hands while his face and voice remained stern.
"Move over. Further. All the way. We don't want any property line disputes here.
You have your side of the bed and I have mine. As long as we respect each
other's assigned space there should be no problems."
Xander smiled, blinking innocently and he scooted as far over as he could,
seemingly ashamed at his accidental faux pas. Spike nodded, satisfied, and
slowly lowered himself into the shared bed. He laid flat on his back, his legs stretched
straight down with his ankles clamped tightly together in a very virginal, modest
manner. His small, compact body was perched on the very edge of the bed and
he sighed as he reached for the corner of the flap of blanket.
Xander laid on his side, his head propped on his hand and he watched with great
amusement. Once the prim and proper detective was settled in, Xander pounced.
He threw an arm around the other man's waist and he scooped him up flipping him
toward the center of the bed where he then leapt on top, straddling him.
"ACK! What the fuck are you doing!?!"
"I'm seducing you. Now, obviously, if you have to ask, I am apparently not doing
it right. How about if I try again and we see if I don't do better."
Spike wanted to protest. Vigorously. Unfortunately, his senses were being
bombarded and overwhelmed. The warmth of Xander's body, looming over
top of him, the feel of the boy's hands touching rubbing and moving across
every inch of his skin, the smell of his clean hair as it tumbled down over his
strong, broad shoulders, all combined, it was making clear, rational thought
"Xander, I don't....you ... we shouldn't."
Xander silenced the smaller man by pressing his lips lightly against his.
"Shhh. Why shouldn't we? We both want to. Fuck, Spike, I love to touch you.
Your body feels so good. Please, just let me touch you. We won't do any more
than you want to."
Not waiting for verbalized permission, Xander's larger, rough hand slowly slid
down Spike's chest. His fingernail scraped over the hard, pebbly nipple and
Spike gasp at the zing that shot from his tender nub to his crotch. It was something
he would have liked to explore further but Xander had already moved on.
Spike's voice was whispery and breathless.
Leaning down, Xander kissed each area of skin his hand moved past. Neck,
chest, pausing to bite and suck on first one nipple then the other. Spike whined and
squirmed beneath him. A tiny voice in the back of his head said this type of thing
was probably fraught with germs. His dick screamed at him to shut the fuck up.
Edging further, Xander rubbed his face back and forth over Spike's flat stomach.
He could feel the muscles as they quivered and spasmed under his face. His
own cock was ready to explode. He dipped his tongue in Spike's belly button and
Spike jumped with a grunt. His hand wanted to grip his hard cock and strip it to
release but he knew this was better.
Xander, too was amazed at how turned on he was. This wasn't like a client, a
nameless, faceless john that wanted to get off fast and get away. This was Spike.
A man he felt a real connection to and the knowledge sent a surge of heated passion
through him that had his hard, throbbing cock leaking and twitching.
Xander sniffed Spike's crotch as the head of the blond's dick bumped Xander's
chin like a sunflower seeking the sky. Perched on his knees, with his ass tipped
high in the air, Xander couldn't think of anything past tasting that thick, delicious
tube of throbbing meat that protruded from between Spike's shaky legs.
Spike's heart was slamming in his chest. Every inch of his skin crawled with
anticipation and he dug his fingers into the thick, soft hair of the head that hung
directly over his groin. His hips jerked up trying to encourage Xander down. The
last time a man tried to put their lips on his cock, Spike had nearly thrown up.
Now, he couldn't stand the wait.
"Please, Xander. Yes, please."
Xander opened his mouth and he swallowed as much cock as he could, relaxing
his throat and allowing the head to bump his tonsils. Spike's eyes bugged wide
and his ass raised off the bed. He gripped Xander's ears as the wet heat surrounded
him and his ears buzzed with static. It was the most incredible feeling he had ever
known. Till Xander began to suck.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
If Xander had been able to talk, he would have agreed. Instead, he reached
between his own spread legs and he jacked himself. With his thumb on the top
and his fist circling the girth, Xander pointed his cock down and stripped it in
perfect rhythm to the slurps and suction of his mouth. Spike responded with
a steady stream of moans, groans and curse words that he had never in his
life used in a full sentence.
Xander's cock dripped a steady stream of precum onto a puddle on the sheet
till the pressure in his nuts reached a boiling point. When he could hold back
no longer, Xander stabbed his tongue in Spike's slit and sucked the head, eating
the leaking cum. It sent them both spiraling towards an earth shaking mutual
Spike threw his head back. His mouth gaped open as he felt the tingle rush
through him. It burned in every muscle of his arms, back, legs and shot almost
painfully out his cock in pulsing spurts of an amazing release that, after several
long seconds, left him limp and flopping like a rag doll.
Xander grinned and rested his face on the inside of Spike's thigh. He was too
tired to crawl back up to his assigned area and he didn't think Spike would mind.
The detective didn't. He petted the soft hair like a cat as his brain cleared and
his heart swelled.
Spike was no fool. He knew he had allowed the worst thing in the world to happen.
Spike had fallen for a prostitute. It was unthinkable but true. He wasn't stupid.
He realized for Xander, this was just another encounter, but for him, it was so
much more. Spike had never felt this way about another man and he had
absolutely no idea what to do about it.
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