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High Seas

High Seas
17/36

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult for language and sexual content
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named
in this story, however the plot and words are her own.
Warning: Violence (nongraphic) and strong M/M sexual content.

Summary: OCD Spike is back! It has been a year since Xander and
Spike met in Rough Diamond and they have been living and working
together ever since. As an anniversary present, Xander takes a reluctant
Spike on a gay ocean cruise and everything, including murder, goes with
them.

Appreciation to: Petxnd for her wonderful banner and patient preread
and to Silk_ Labyrinth for her beta. Any remaining boo-boos are the
result of the Bee's stubbornness.





Thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner and the faithful friendship.


"Don't touch me!"

Xander stood at the sink in the small cabin bathroom and he rolled his eyes as he
wrung cool water from a cloth. He gave it a last shake and returned to where
his beet-red boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed. Gently, he patted water onto
the shiny, burnt skin. Spike jumped like he had been shot.

"Ow! That hurts! You said that sunscreen was the highest SPF you could buy!
It was faulty. Was there an expiration date? I intend to write a stern letter to the
company immediately."

Xander returned to the sink to rinse out the hot and replenish the cool.

"Spike. My love. The problem is that you washed it all off. How many times
have I told you that after you pee, you throw away the gloves and the germs will
go with them. It is not necessary to surgically scrub yourself up to the elbows."

Spike huffed. Obviously Xander hadn't seen the interior of the men's hut or
he would not have made such an absurd suggestion.

"Xander. Pet. The shack that they laughingly referred to as a public privy was
little more than a pig's trough where men lined up shoulder to shoulder and let fly.
The long line of wagging dicks resembled the display window in a butcher's shop.
And I must say, there was everything represented from Vienna weenies to thick
rings of summer sausage. I had no recourse but to scour every inch of exposed
flesh in order to remove the cooties that had adhered themselves."

Xander glanced back over his shoulder and he chortled at the colorful, vivid
descriptions.

"Summer sausage, huh? Ouch. Sounds like a cock and bull story to me. Well,
the best thing to do for this teensy-weensy little sunburn is to get your mind off of
it. So, how about I relax you with a blow job. After that, you take a nap while
I run down and check the kitchen facilities at the steak house. If it is up to standard,
we can eat there tonight before we head down to the casino. Does all that work
for you?"

Spike grinned and ducked his head as each of those suggestions lined up in
order of importance.

"I like blow jobs."

Spike sat on the edge of the bed with his arms sticking straight out at his sides.
He had no shame. He wanted a blow job and he wanted the tight, tingling
sensation in his overcooked skin to go away. The worst part was that he was
still suffering the dehydrating effects of last night's inebriation and he wanted
coddled. With a minimum amount of potentially painful physical contact.

"Will you take my pants off for me?"

Xander smiled benevolently. He helped Spike stand and he unbuckled his belt
and tugged off his trousers, all with Spike's arms still doing their best airplane
impression. He left the shirt on. Trying to remove it would result in Spike yowling,
creating a sound as piercing as two alley cats fighting.

Xander made no move to depants himself. This was strictly a business call and
no different than if he had been a repairman brought in to service a refrigerator.
It harkened back to his days as a street worker, but not in the cheap, used sort
of way. This was a gift. This was utilizing his talents to give someone he loved a
small bit of comfort and happiness.

His own dick remained soft. It would not be a player in this game.

Xander gripped Spike by the waist and helped him sit back down. He then ran
his hands up the white, soft thighs which automatically flew open wide so the
traveling fingers could continue their dance up the inside of his legs. Spike moaned
quietly in pleasant relaxation.

Xander ran his hands from the knees to crotch repeatedly as Spike's limp penis
slowly received the memo and began to comply, filling, fattening and lifting.

Leaning forward, Xander placed an almost-chaste kiss on the side of a dick that
was now twitching and inflating as it rose away from the small sack of nuts to
point toward heaven in praise.

Spike stared intently. His heart rate escalated slightly and his breathing quickened
in anticipation.

"Are you going to lick it? You don't have to wait till it's hard. You can go ahead
and lick it now. If you lick it, it will get hard faster. Then, when it's hard, you can
lick it."

Xander glanced up.

"Do you want me to lick your cock, Spike?"

Spike's brain rattled inside his skull as he nodded and scooted his bare butt.

"Yeah, I mean sure, if that's what you want to do."

Xander snorted but he happily complied. He cradled the firm rod against the
palm of his hand and he licked a long, wet stripe from the base of the pale cock
to the hooded, fleshy head. The initial move elicited a moan of contentment.

Once it was coated in saliva, Xander blew a cheeky puff of cool air onto it and
smiled as Spike's knees rocked and twitched, threatening to close. The fine
blond hairs on his legs rose in gooseflesh and his next exhale had a high pitched,
whiny tone to it. He wanted to grab fistfuls of Xander's hair but that would
mean bending his painful arms at the elbows and that simply was not going to
happen, so he had to trust his pleasure to his partner.

His trust was well placed.

Xander leaned forward and ran the side of his nose up and down the warm,
rock-hard dick. It smelled like home. Warm, masculine and musky. Since
being together, Spike had stopped shaving his privates in consideration
of Xander's complaint of bristles against his nose.

"What a wonderful, beautiful cock. I love your cock. It's so firm and
smooth. It smells so warm and good and it tastes like...."

"Jesus, fucking Christ, Xan. Suck my dick!"

Mentally, Xander shrugged. Spike was right. This wasn't a candy and flowers
encounter and besides, Xander had things to do. This blow job was already
on the tarmac and waiting to be cleared for take off. The sooner they launched,
the sooner Spike would come in for a landing.

Xander dropped his face and filled his mouth with throbbing man meat.

And he began to suck.

The intensity of the sudden move caused Spike to grunt and jerk forward. His
stomach muscles clenched, his bowels churned and his legs quivered with tension.
By the third suck, his rigor mortis reversed. He unlocked, relaxed and he slumped
into enjoyment.

Xander was an expert. He was a professional that had practiced and honed his
talents with the express intent of inducing a rapid-fire orgasm that was as satisfying
and expeditious as possible. Call it the tricks of the trade. It was a profession
he no longer engaged in but that didn't mean he had lost his knack, and for that
Spike was eternally grateful.

Spike's breath continued to come in fast bursts. He closed his eyes and tipped
his head back as he closed down his cognitive abilities and gave himself over to
the pleasures of the flesh. Almost.

'...nine...twelve...sixteen....'

Xander used every trick he knew. He sucked, nipped, massaged and tongued
the cock in his mouth rhythmically as Spike rocked his butt back and forth.
When his jaw began to tire, he held the fat, thick head between his lips and
his hand pumped up and down on the slippery shaft.

Spike's ass wiggled faster as a slight tingle began in the small space twixt his hole
and his balls. His fingers flexed open and closed wanting to pinch his own nipples
or finger his hole.

Knowing Spike was circling for a landing, Xander again swallowed the cock to
its root and he sucked with an intensity of a high powered Hoover as Spike's
body responded and his brain stuttered.

"...twenty...twenty four...tttttwenty ten...."

When his legs went rigid and his knees clamped around Xander's head, Spike's
cock unloaded and flooded the boy's mouth with the hot, bitter taste of spunk.
Automatically, his empty hole winked and searched for the satisfaction of his
lover's matching orgasm.

Xander relaxed his throat and swallowed while the cum splattered the insides of
his cheeks. He lovingly stroked Spike's thighs as the release slowed and finally
stopped. Mentally, his thoughts had already moved on to the tasks he had ahead.

When both the penis and its owner were limp and spent, Xander eased back
and rested on his heels. He then placed two fingers in the center of Spike's chest
and he pushed. The blond police chief flopped back on the bed, his legs still
dangling over the side and a goofy smile on his face.

"You good?"
"I'm good."
"Ok. I'm gonna brush my teeth and take off. I won't be gone long."
"I'm good."

Xander laughed and headed for the bathroom.
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