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 bright, cheerful afternoon sun had given way to a dark, overcast evening.
Cuddling together on the sofa, the two men listened as the distant thunder
slowly grew closer and closer signaling an oncoming rain storm.
Xander had laid in an ample stack of fire wood and Spike had scrubbed
down the cabin. There was nothing to do now but wait for the rain.
When Spike put away the groceries that Xander had ordered the day before,
he was delighted to see that he had included a request for batteries for the
small portable radio. Once they settled in, they found a blues station, poured
a glass of wine and were very comfortable with each other.
Their conversation had been vanilla. Nothing controversial, no speculation
about what would happen when the phone rang and the Mayor informed
them that the Colombians had been caught and the witness and his protector
were needed to return to the real world of cops and robbers and handsome
Instead, they talked of wild flowers, what Spike would cook for supper
and why feeding the crazed Rocky only encouraged it to abandoned it's
When the first huge drops of rain splattered against the window panes,
they could physically feel the relief of the drop of atmospheric pressure in the
air around them. With a slow, lazy stretch, Xander turned to the man
"So what do you want to do? Want to play cards? I'll go get your gloves."
Spike smiled at the casual way Xander accepted his 'quirks', but he had other
activities in mind.
"No. Cards don't interest me. I wondered if maybe we, um... I mean if you....
actually I thought........"
Xander chuckled and scooted closer. He leaned in and whispered as though
he were concerned someone else might hear.
"What? What do you want to do Spike?"
Spike glanced back and forth between the radio and Xander. He wanted to
ask, but he didn't want to sound like just another john.
"Would you, um, dance for me, you know, like you did at Cracker's?"
Xander was thrilled. He loved to dance and he had a feeling Spike would be
very appreciative. Quickly, he fiddled with the dial till he found a station that
played a faster salsa tune and he began to sway.
Immediately, Spike jumped to his feet and held out his hands.
Xander's hips froze in mid swing and he frowned. Before he had the chance to
question him, Spike was on his feet and rushing around. He grabbed Xander's
hat off the coffee table and set it on his head. He then unbuttoned the boy's
shirt and slipped it of his shoulders. As Spike returned to his seat, he realized that
it still wasn't exactly right and he flipped back around, unsnapped Xander's jeans
and tug them just a few inches more so they rode indecently low on his hips.
For a fraction of a second, Xander remembered being in the hotel room, dancing
for another man and what the consequences had been. But then he stopped.
He shook his head to clear it and he knew the past held no power over him.
He was here, now, with Spike and Spike wanted him to dance.
Taking a moment to survey his handiwork, Spike nodded his approval before
returning to his seat where he snapped his fingers indicating 'go ahead'.
Xander laughed and decided to make this the performance of a lifetime. Spike
deserved it. After running his fingers through his long dark hair, he put his
hat low over his eyes and hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. Then, facing
the older man, Xander slowly began moving.
His hips picked up the beat of the music and rolled in perfect time. As the
spicy hot tune filled the cabin with a combination of steel guitar strings and
the deep beat of a bass drum, Xander moved one hand to his gold nipple
and the other hand pressed against his ever growing erection.
Xander had assumed that he would dance till Spike's arousal peaked and
he would be rewarded with a thick piece of cop meat to suck on, or even
better, a high hard one up his love canal. Instead, Spike shocked the hell out
of him when he rose to his feet, took off his own shirt and began to exactly
mimic the roll, grind and dip of Xander's movement.
Xander's breath hitched. The detective's body was small, tight, corded
and muscular and as he turned and pressed his ass against Xander's crotch.
"Oh, fuck, Spike."
Spike threw his head back.
"Is this right?"
The detective then bent his knees and while humping and grinding, squatted and
lowered himself down before rolling his hips back up. When he turned back
around, he was surprised to see that Xander had stopped dancing and stood,
rubbing his hand over the front of his jeans that now tented forward. Spike placed
his palms flat on Xander's stomach feeling the coarse, prickly hairs before reaching
into the boy's front pocket and pulling out a condom. Gently they continued to
But, Xander had enough playing.
He slid his fingertips into the back of Spike's pants and gripped the firm round
globes of his ass as he nibbled on the detective's ear.
"Fuck, Spike you are so damn hot. Slid it on. Put the fucking rubber on and
fuck the hell out of me."
Spike slipped his hand between their bodies and he unzipped Xander's jeans.
He then released and stroked the thick, hard, veined flesh.
"It's not for me. I want you to wear it."
Xander gasp, then he lifted Spike's face, forcing him to look up.
"Have you ever done that? Do you know that it hurts the first time?"
Spike's hand automatically continued to stroke up and down on the perfect,
cock and considered what he was asking Xander to do to him.
Finally, when he thought he could put into words what was in his heart, Spike
swallowed and laid his feelings out in a way that he had never done before.
"I'm scared as hell, Xander, but not of the pain, I'm scared of having my heart
broken. I've never let anybody do this because I just can't imagine another
human being climbing inside my body. The very thought of it has always
given me the heebie jeebies, until now. Now, it is the most exciting thing
I can imagine. Even if we separate and go our own way when this is over,
I always want to remember the feel of you being in my body with me."
Xander was overwhelmed. The warmth that rushed through him, this time, went
deeper than lust. He wanted to say the words. But he couldn't let himself do it.
The three words that formed in his heart, caught in his throat and died on his
tongue. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't say it. The best he could do was a
choked nod before he turned and ran from the room.
Spike carefully removed his pants, folded them and laid them across the
back of a chair. He then stood naked next to the fire to keep warm while he
waited. His cock was hard and erect and every now and again, his fingers
would drift, ghosting lightly over it to keep the low tingle humming sweetly in
He was nervous when he thought about what he had asked Xander to do, but
he knew there was no one else he wanted or ever would want. The late day
sun was concealed behind several layers of thick clouds as the rain now came
down in heavy sheets and Spike gave a prayer of thanks for the solid roof.
When Spike's curiosity was beginning to lean towards concern, he considered
calling out to Xander to see what he was doing instead of doing Spike. Before
he could, Xander hurried back in, his arms full and his heart the same.