Rating: Adult for language and sexual content
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
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.
Spike rolled over on his side and arched his back in a full-body cat stretch. He
winked open one eye to check the time on the clock as he yawned and flexed his
bony toes. An hour. He had napped for an hour. Certainly longer than he had
intended but what's a guy to do after an award-winning blow job like that one was?
Spike grinned and flopped onto his back as his thoughts danced around his
present situation. As always when he first woke, his initial focus was that Xander,
his Xander, was wonderful. And after that quick bit of fantastic fellatio, other
adjectives such as skilled, thoughtful and generous immediately came to mind.
Now for every person embarking on a holiday, that moment of total vacation
acceptance comes at different points in time. For some, it arrives as soon as
the suitcases come out of storage. For others it is when they arrive at their
destination. For people who are regimented and uncomfortable with change,
sometimes it doesn't truly settle in until they are preparing to return home.
A sad scenario indeed.
For Spike, a man who not only enjoys a dick up the ass but usually wears a
large stick there as well, acceptance of this foreign concept known as cruising
had been hard fought. However, the combination of the blow job and the nap
had Spike totally relaxed and pliant. So much so that he allowed himself some
time of deep reflection. Perhaps he had been too rigid and uncooperative.
Xander had certainly gone to great lengths to ensure this trip was as accommodating
and as cootie-free as possible. And he had done it for Spike. All this for Spike.
Maybe. Just maybe.
"Yes, by George!"
Spike sat bolt upright on the bed. He swung his legs over the side and he jumped
to his feet as an evil grin of determination crinkled his face. He grabbed up
clean underwear and he ran for the shower, knowing that if Xander had been
gone for an hour, he would be back anytime now and Spike wanted to be ready.
For Spike, the moment of holiday surrender had arrived!!
Outside, and unaware of Spike's revelation, Xander turned the corner of their
hallway and whistled happily as he wandered, admiring the rich carpeting and the
wonderful decor. Three doors down from their cabin Xander noticed a storage
room, and the thought of grabbing extra towels seemed prudent. When he turned
the handle, he was surprised to find it locked.
"Can I help you, sir?"
Xander leapt straight in the air at the small feminine voice that had crept up on
him without his notice. He whirled around to find a pleasant, chubby maid
smiling behind him and he slapped his palm on his chest.
"Geesh, give a guy a heart attack. Oh, yeah, sorry, I was just going to grab a
couple extra clean towels. Do you always keep the supply rooms locked?"
The maid shifted the sheets she held into her other hand and she pulled out her
key card, swiping it through the slot and opening the closet door. He noticed
that her name tag read, 'Nila.'
"Not usually, but we have had some things come up missing and the floor manager
thought it best to lock down."
Xander watched over her shoulder as she rummaged around. Cleaning supplies,
uniforms, sheets, towels, and crates of toilet paper rolls. He couldn't imagine
what anyone would find interesting enough to steal, but in his line of work,
Xander had come to realize that some people just steal. If you dropped a turd
in a punch bowl, someone would come along and swipe it.
She retrieved four towels and handed them over. The genuine smile on her face
never wavered and Xander nodded his appreciation as he accepted them.
"Thank you, Nila."
"You're welcome, sir." And she was gone.
Xander hurried on. He slipped the key card smoothly through the lock and he
opened the door. When he did, he nearly backed out in embarrassment at
accidentally stepping into the wrong cabin. His mouth fell open and he stood,
"What the fuck?"
"Do you like it?"
Spike did a fancy pirouette with his arms extended. He was wearing the brand-new
shorts that Xander had carefully purchased and one of Xander's own garishly
flowered Hawaiian shirts. Although a size too large for him, Xander had to admit
it looked damn good on him. But to be honest, it was somewhat like seeing an
ostrich in army boots.
"Jesus, Spike. Did I suck all your brains out of your cock, or just your inhibitions?"
The smile on Spike's face melted slightly into insecurity as he ran his hands down
the front of the shirt he wore.
"I thought you would like it. I wanted to...maybe it's too much. Maybe...."
Spike glanced back at the bed where his linen trousers lay. Hurriedly, Xander
tossed aside the clean towels he was holding and he threw up his hands in a motion
of full stop.
"NO! It's perfect! You're perfect! Oh my God, Spike, this is wonderful!! Yes,
mon, my lover he go to da islands!"
Xander shimmied his shoulders and wiggled his hips as he danced his way over
and scooped Spike up in his arms. Although usually reserved, Spike further
shocked his lover by letting out a war whoop, jumping into Xander's arms and
wrapping his legs around Xander's waist.
Xander held him tightly as he spun them in a circle, both men laughing and Spike
hanging on for dear life. Xander had no idea what had caused this wonderful
transformation, but he intended to enjoy every second of it. Finally, Spike kissed
the boy's lips and he hopped down.
"Alright then. First things first. Dinner! I'm hungry enough to eat the arsehole
out of...um, did you happen to...."
"Yes, Spike, I checked and the kitchen is spotless."
Xander subtly crossed his fingers behind his back but the little white lie gave
Spike the reassurance he needed.
"Brilliant! We'll have a rousing meal of dead animal carcass and...well, I may
have a salad but the thought is the same. Then it's on to the casino where you
have been threatening, I mean offering, to teach me this black flap."
Xander was all but rolling on the floor at the sight of his usually inflexible chief
of police doing his best to be a fun guy. A totally alien concept to Spike. It
made Xander wonder just how far he could ride this train to Tomfooleryville.
"It's blackjack, Spike. It's a simple card game of twenty-one. You will pick it
up in no time considering your propensity for counting."
Spike winced slightly, and the grin on his face took on an air of strained and forced.
"Cards? It's a card game?"
"Don't worry. I have plenty of gloves."
Spike's exuberance returned full force and he smacked his fist onto his palm.
"All right then! I believe we have wasted enough time hanging around here.
Let's get on with it. Fun times wait for no man!"
After checking three times that he had his wallet, three times that all the lights in
the cabin had been turned off, and three times that the water in the bathroom
was not dripping, the new, carefree Spike was ready to go.
Hand in hand they retraced Xander's path of earlier and they smiled, nodded
and exchanged greetings with the other passengers on their way to the restaurant.
In all their time together, Xander had never seen Spike act so normal and he
wondered if it was possible for this relaxed air of cucumber coolness to return
home with them.
With a small snort, Xander realized he wouldn't want it to. He liked Spike just
the way he was. Still, holiday Spike was nice for now.
Dinner followed suit. Assured that the kitchen facilities had been examined and
deemed Health Department sanitary, Spike ordered a broiled chicken breast and
a dinner salad. Xander went for the works. A huge, rare steak, a baked potato,
peas, rolls slathered with butter and a hefty slab of apple pie. Then, as if they
were home, the two men slipped comfortably into a dinner of conversation and
Xander told him about meeting Mickey and the plans for the four of them to
sightsee together the next day. To Spike's credit, he only winced slightly at the
concept of forced socialization. Xander commented that it was a shame that
even on holiday there were thieves about, and both men agreed to keep the
cabin secured at all times.
Before they knew it, two hours had passed. They were full, happy and Xander
was ready for the casino. Spike would have been just as happy to return to
the cabin for another blow job but reminded himself that, at least for now, fun
had been penciled in on the agenda.