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Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: NC17
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.
The short ride home was made in silence. The excessive amount of whisky
combined with the teeth rattling orgasm left Xander barely able to keep his eyes
open. The relief that his body had been so desperate for had come with the
shock of seeing a whole new side to his companion. Watching Spike rough up
Gunn and then forcefully claim Xander's ass was the most erotic thing he had
ever experienced and now he was exhausted.
Whatever quirks Spike may have that give him a somewhat prissy, girly
affect, couldn't be further from the truth. Spike was all man and had the
cock to prove it.
The whole experience was also making it nearly impossible to ignore the other
part of his body that was becoming overly attached to Spike. His emotions.
Spike's silence was borne of shock. He had never, in his life, done anything
so outlandish. He had stood in the filth of the back alley, punched a man,
not to mention stealing the poor chap's lube and condom, then in a totally
felonious manor, committed an act of lewd and lascivious behavior.
And enjoyed it!
An arrest of public indecency and assault should have been a given.
Still, as disgusted as he was with himself, he had to admit, the orgasm was
so earth moving that his fucking knee caps were still rubbery.
Driving back over the dark and bumpy road, Spike stole a glance over at
his sleeping companion. Xander was again wearing his cowboy hat because
Spike, personally, had snatched it off the head of the skanky Janet as he steered
the boy back through the crowd toward the front door of Cracker's and the
directly to the parking lot.
All he could wonder was how the hell he had allowed himself to get into this
situation and, even more concerning was the fact that when it was all over and
they returned to the real world, what would he do about Xander.
A kiss could be denied. A grope and a hand job he could try to forget
but what they had done tonight would stay with him for the rest of his life.
It was the most exciting sexual experience he had ever had. Hell, it was
probably the peak. Everything now that followed would be down hill.
But the worst part was that somehow, his damn heart had weighed in on
the situation. Maybe, Spike rationalized, it was because he had never really
had this much of a close contact relationship before. Hopefully, this erroneous
illusion that he is falling for a male prostitute will dissipate when they return
to the city and their own separate lives.
Even Spike knew bull shit when he shoveled it.
Pulling up the drive, Spike wished they had electricity. The cabin was dark
and ominous and he would have given anything for a flashlight and his gun,
both of which were still on the bedside table.
Stepping out of the car, Spike was undulated by the sounds of the wilderness
and immediately thoughts of that fucking Rocky looming in the trees, waiting
to attack, caused him to rush to Xander's side and jerk the door open.
"Come on, Xander, wake up. Get out of the damn car. Hurry up."
"What? Huh? Hey, we're home. Great, thanks Spike. I knew you'd get
me home all safe and sound."
Still drunk, Xander stumbled from the car and fell forward into Spike's arms.
With a disgusted sigh and a grunt, Spike shifted the weight and helped his
boy make it in, through the door, past the fireplace that was down to glowing red
embers, and directly to the bed where he was dumped like a sack of potatoes.
Spike would have been happy to leave him like that as punishment if it weren't
for the fact that he had to sleep there too, so with tenuous fingertips, he tugged
off the shoes, shirt and pants before running to the kitchen to fill his wash pan.
As he waited for the water to heat he tossed his own clothes into a pile for
tomorrow's bon fire.
He hoped the Mayor called soon, he was about out of clothes.
When he finally slid into the double bed, Xander immediately scooted over and
spooned up behind him. The combination of the incredible body heat from the
boy and the sweet smell of the whisky that still clung to him shot directly to
Spike's cock and much to his dismay, it twitched happily in his pressed, white
boxers. Spike knew he was fucked.
When they again woke, it was late in the afternoon. The fire had gone out and
the cabin was cold and damp from the air that whispered of the oncoming
autumn. Spike shivered and pulled the blankets up around his chin. He knew
his bladder would drive him out soon enough but he was hoping for a few
more minutes of warmth.
Unfortunately, those minutes were cut short by the unexpected pounding on
the cabin door. Startled, Spike jumped from the bed and grabbed his gun.
In a repeat of their last meeting, Spike jerked the door open and pointed
the barrel at the freckles on Andrew's nose.
Andrew gasp.
"Oh, hell yes!"
When Spike recognized the boy with the brown sacks in his arms, he dropped
his hand to his side and moved away to let him enter. Andrew slithered across
the threshold as he all but drooled.
"Hi, Spike. Wow, you sure look keen when you get up. You city folk always
sleep late or was you doin' other stuff?"
Spike's only answer was a roll of the eyes.
Andrew knew where the kitchen was and part of his brain told him that was where
the groceries went, however, his eyeballs had set his feet in cement as he ogled
the God that was Spike.
The man's usually neat hair was wild and unkempt and except for a very thin pair
of boxers, he was stark naked. And the best part? He was sporting morning wood!
Andrew was on the verge of hyperventilation. Could his young life get any better?
Yes, he decided, it could, when seconds later, Xander came dragging out of the
same bedroom, totally naked as his man meat stood at attention for a morning salute.
Xander nodded at Andrew, paused to give Spike a closed mouth peck on the lips
then headed out side to empty about a gallon of piss from his over full bladder,
bitching as he went.
"Damn, it's cold as fuck in here. I'll do the fire as soon as I get back. Oh, hi
Andrew."
Andrew's gaze never left the bounce of Xander's bare ass cheeks till they turned
the corner and moved out of sight. When he could no longer see him, he turned back
to Spike with a huge grin on his face.
"Gee whilikers. You guys are great!"
Spike just sighed, shook his head and headed out to find his own tree.
"Just put the fucking groceries in the kitchen, Andrew."