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nekid_spikethat went a little something like this:
Spike/Angel human AU, first discoveries, coming in jeans....
Heh, she's such a frickin' deviant - I LOVE IT!!!!!!!
OK, so...warnings. Nothing too dramatic BUT although it's not age-specific, some people might be tempted to construe this as an underage fic. For example, one might imagine that these boys were...oh, I don't know...15 or so? Well, that's entirely up to you....I'm saying nothing. ;-)
Darling, I do hope you like it! *big hugs and lots of love*
shanmaraissued me a challenge over at nekid_spikethat went a little something like this:Spike/Angel human AU, first discoveries, coming in jeans....
Heh, she's such a frickin' deviant - I LOVE IT!!!!!!!
OK, so...warnings. Nothing too dramatic BUT although it's not age-specific, some people might be tempted to construe this as an underage fic. For example, one might imagine that these boys were...oh, I don't know...15 or so? Well, that's entirely up to you....I'm saying nothing. ;-)
Darling, I do hope you like it! *big hugs and lots of love*
Discovery
Spike was nervous as he unlocked his front door, holding it open after himself for Angel to walk through and then shutting it quickly behind him. As if the neighbours would notice, care or think it was strange that he had a friend around after school.
They made an unlikely enough pair: the high-school golden boy and a displaced Brit with clothes that some kids made fun of, an attitude and a sense of humour most people just didn’t get. Not that he had too much trouble at school: it was a large enough place that there was a friendship group for just about everyone and he was cool in his own way. Being hot didn’t do him any harm either, although half of the rich, snotty girls would rather die than admit they were attracted to him.
Not that it mattered. He’d noticed for a little while now that boys did more for him than girls, but he’d had absolutely no idea what – if anything – to do about it. And then he’d spotted the popular, attractive jock from his American History class (and just what kind of stupid subject was that anyway?) giving him this…look. Just snatched glances at first; then they’d become a little bolder as Angel had responded to some signal that he himself was apparently putting out, albeit unwittingly.
Finally, they’d ended up sat next to each other in class and had struck up a tentative and very neutral conversation. They’d been pleasantly surprised by how easy it had been and the fact that they made each other laugh. The next class, they’d sat close again, both glancing around a little worriedly to gauge what everyone’s reaction would be. There hadn’t been one, to their immense relief. Another week and two classes later, some of their respective friends had teased them a bit for forming odd attachments, but had amazingly just shrugged it off, apparently unaware of the fear and embarrassment their jokes had caused.
Today, they had been landed in detention by a badly-timed comment from Spike making them both snort laughter just as the teacher, who was in a pissy mood anyway, had fallen silent. They had sat there after school, side by side in a classroom, deserted except for a bored faculty member reading his book and paying them no attention at all. Trying to concentrate on their homework, they had instead been hyper-aware of each other, hairs on their forearms rising where their limbs almost met, and skin tingling when they felt the other snatch a quick glance in their direction.
When they’d finally escaped at half past four, Spike had casually mentioned a new movie he’d bought, indicating his intention to go home and watch it, since the house would be empty. As it turned out, Angel had really wanted to watch that movie ever since seeing the trailer. It had been only polite and natural to invite him back.
“You want a Coke or somethin’?”
“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.” Angel followed him into the kitchen, so busy looking around that he didn’t spot that Spike had stopped in front of the refrigerator and almost bumped straight into him.
“Sorry,” he muttered, flushing deeply at their sudden proximity and the way it made his breath catch in his throat. He stepped quickly back.
Spike swallowed hard. “It’s ok,” he replied, taking in the way that Angel’s dark eyes were cast down and he was peeking from beneath his lashes, teeth worrying at his lower lip. After long moments, he remembered what he was supposed to be doing and quickly grabbed the sodas, blushing a little himself.
“We can watch it in the living room. Or there’s a TV in the den…?” he offered, trying to sound offhand. The den was in the basement, and he waved his hand vaguely downwards to indicate that fact.
“Oh…Well, it’s still light outside. Maybe the den would be better, if there are no windows…?” he ventured. Everyone knew that it was better to watch movies in the dark.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll just…uh…grab the DVD then.” He rushed into the living room and rifled around, swearing to himself when he couldn’t immediately locate the bloody thing. As he finally spotted it, he made a little noise of triumph and rushed back to where Angel was shuffling from foot to foot by the door to the basement. “Right. Let’s go then.”
Ten minutes later saw them settled in front of the TV on the slightly lumpy sofa, the only light provided by a table lamp in the far corner and the glare of the screen. The screen that they both determinedly had their eyes trained on, without actually seeing a damned thing.
Spike felt like he was burning hundreds of calories a minute: his body was raging with nervous excitement, which was just silly. Except that it wasn’t silly because they both knew why Angel was really there – they’d felt that weird secret connection thing that made their stomachs clench and their mouths run dry – and they were just waiting for one of them to stop being chickenshit and do something about it.
“He’s a really good actor,” Angel said suddenly, instantly wanting to kick himself for being a lame dork. He didn’t even know why he’d said anything – you weren’t supposed to talk during a movie – but the silence had felt so charged that he’d just blurted out the first thing that had popped into his head.
“Yeah,” agreed Spike, not knowing who the fuck Angel was talking about. All of a sudden, he couldn’t remember one actor who was supposed to be in the stupid film and all the images on the screen were an inconsequential blur. “He does lots of good stuff.”
‘Phew’, thought Angel. Thank goodness Spike seemed to know who the hell he was referring to, because he sure didn’t. He was so anxious! Being good-looking and on the football team, girls had just started letting him do things to them which he was aware – from conversations with his team-mates – that he should be really enjoying. However, fumbling with their breasts just outside of the circle of light at parties by the riverside really wasn’t all that inspiring and even though he knew they wanted him to persuade them to go to third base, he just wasn’t fussed. But…for the last few weeks, he’d been hard and eager in a way that was new to him and he’d liked it when Buffy had given in and touched him tentatively through his jeans, even though he’d been left aching and unsatisfied. He was pretty sure he knew what the change was; the same as he was pretty sure he hadn’t actually been thinking about Buffy when he’d gotten worked up like that.
Spike let his gaze travel surreptitiously over Angel’s body through the corner of his eye. He was tall and lean, but well-muscled – a fact nicely displayed by the vest top he was wearing – and almost absurdly handsome. He could blatantly have any girl he wanted. The blond wondered idly if he was proportionally big and had to forcibly wrest his eyes from his crotch, going beet red and thanking his lucky stars that they were in near darkness. He was mortified to realise that he was getting an erection. Fuck!
He didn’t do so badly with the ladies himself. Quite a few had shown an interest – particularly those who were into the ‘bad boy’ vibe – and he’d kissed and messed around with some. The problem was that some of them were actually ‘bad girls’ and had indicated that they might be willing to go the whole nine yards; he’d found himself panicking and finding excuses not to be alone with them. Which just wasn’t normal.
Conversely, he found himself spending half of his waking moments, and most of his dreaming ones, thinking how great it would be to be alone with Angel. And now he was. And he didn’t know what to do.
He risked another glance at Angel, only to discover that the brunet was looking at his chest. Realising that he’d been busted, he hurriedly dropped his eyes, going red again. Spike was secretly thrilled – although rather scared – and he felt more blood flow southwards. He thought his excitement was about to become noticeable and he tried unsuccessfully to will the burgeoning erection away.
The whole ‘eyes meeting and skittering away’ dance carried on for another few minutes until Angel finally decided that it was completely ridiculous. The atmosphere around them was syrup-like in its potency, it was obvious that neither of them was paying even the remotest attention to the movie, and he for one could feel his pulse beating heavily in his groin.
The next time Spike’s eyes met his, he didn’t look away. He stared right into the bright blue orbs, practically mesmerised, and held their gaze. He felt his heart rate elevate and a light sweat break out over his warming body. He heard Spike’s sharp intake of breath and decided that he couldn’t take the torture of anticipation any longer. He leaned forwards.
With a shuddering breath, Spike met him halfway. Their lips met hard and their noses bumped, but they naturally adjusted and then they were actually kissing. At first it was close-mouthed, and then willing, pliant lips parted and they began to press and release. Neither of them had much stubble yet, but the difference of a masculine kiss was immediately evident and intoxicatingly arousing.
Exquisitely aware of the scent of Angel’s light cologne and the puff of breath from his nostrils, Spike tentatively swiped the tip of his tongue against his lips. The other boy gasped a little, freezing for a split second and then immediately returning the gesture. They exchanged a couple of alternate, tingling little licks before their tongues touched for the first time. It sent a spark jolting through both of them, racing through their limbs before settling in their already painfully hard cocks. For a moment, they pulled back ever so slightly, so that only their tongues were touching. Teasingly, they rolled them together before it all became too much and they crashed their mouths back against each other, making grunting little sounds of need.
Passion unlike anything either of them had felt before broke upon them. They explored each other’s mouths desperately and extensively, running their tongues over teeth and gums and palate, duelling and massaging and making wet noises that could have been shameful but were instead exciting and hot. Spike almost unconsciously placed a hand against Angel’s chest and before they knew it they were fisting each other’s shirts to draw closer together.
Spike soon flattened his palms out on Angel and tentatively rubbed them over the smooth muscle, running them around his sides to his back. The other boy repeated the gesture until they were in a semi-embrace, hands roaming over one another. Angel gently pushed against Spike’s back until he willingly leaned forwards so that their chests were pressed together and they deepened the kiss still further.
Both of them were groaning and gasping into each other’s mouths, hands insistently gripping and kneading. When Spike slipped a hand beneath the hem of Angel’s vest top and up his spine, the skin-on-skin contact was electrifying and the brunet shivered, immediately mirroring it. As he explored the smooth skin, wiry muscle and the hard bumps of Spike’s ribs and spine under his big palm, he felt the blazing trail of the blond’s touch travelling over his own broad back.
Both of them were similarly affected by this first forbidden, nerve-wracking male contact; their stomachs flipped and rolled, a deep fiery buzz settling in their balls and their blood rushing in their ears. Neither had ever felt anything close and it sure beat the hell out of jacking off in the shower, pretending not to think about boys.
Facing each other on the sofa, they were slightly awkward and couldn’t get the increased closeness that both now craved. Without breaking the kiss, Angel leaned back against the cushions, pulling Spike along with him. Not really considering what he was doing, the blond followed the other boy’s mouth and hands, clambering into his lap and settling a leg either side, straddling him. This increased their intimacy considerably and they both froze as they felt their denim-clad erections brush together. Their eyes flew wide as blushes stained their faces, blue meeting brown in shocking proximity. Not shutting his eyes, Angel swallowed audibly and tentatively resumed the kiss; Spike responded enthusiastically, pushing his hips forwards the tiniest bit. Confidence bolstered by the brunet’s fluttering eyelids and his moan, Spike increased the pressure.
Their hearts thumped in their chests with the awareness that their hard-ons were touching, just thin layers of worn clothing separating them. The blond began to rock very softly and Angel settled both hands on his hips, guiding and encouraging him gently.
Spike broke his lips away from the other boy’s. “Is this…right?” he asked slightly doubtfully, his voice hoarse. “We s’posed to rub off on each other?”
“Dunno,” admitted Angel, his tone also lust-roughened. He’d never done it with a girl and it seemed like a slightly odd thing to do, in an academic way. And he certainly knew that he shouldn’t be doing it with a boy, but that wasn’t the question that was being asked. “Feels right though. Feels great, actually. Is it too…fast for you?”
Spike answered by licking his way back into Angel’s mouth and suddenly thrusting his hips forward more forcefully. The other boy’s grip tightened instantly, and he began to use his hold to drag the blond back and forth over his lap, causing their cocks to slide against one another.
Angel was almost dizzy with desire and sensation. The excitement was pulsing through him along with adrenaline and all heat and feeling seemed to be centred in the thick, hard column of his dick. To be pressed so close to Spike, to kiss him and to feel him getting off, was just amazing. Almost unconsciously, he slipped one hand around to the front of the other boy’s jeans, managing to wriggle it in between their groins and to cup his bulge.
“Fuck!” hissed Spike, pulling away from the kiss again.
“I’m sorry! I just wanted to…touch,” explained Angel worriedly, afraid that he had upset Spike. He moved his hand away.
“It’s fine, pet. Just wasn’t expecting it, is all,” smiled the blond shyly. “Almost made me…”
“Oh…” The corners of his own mouth lifted and he cast his eyes down, lashes dusting his cheeks as he nibbled on his lip. “But, it’s ok?” He trailed his hand back, lightly rubbing his thumb up the hard shaft.
“Oh yeah, more ‘n ok,” he replied huskily, bringing his own hand down and palming Angel’s crotch in return. He loved the feel of the hardness and the way that the other boy gasped in a hitching breath and pushed forwards against him. They eagerly kissed again, pressing their bodies together as they thrust into each other’s hands. The feel of someone else’s hardness beneath their fingers was both unfamiliar and right.
The kiss was passionate as they rocked against each other, grunting and groping possessively. It was all a little messy, and somehow amateurish, but they fell into it naturally, in tune with what was making the other feel good.
Angel could already feel his pleasure rushing towards a peak, balls practically trying to crawl back inside his body. He wanted more leverage, wanted to be able to buck his hips and set a rhythm; the overwhelming desire to be the one in control infused him. Too far gone to even consider how Spike might feel about it, he sat fully upright and half lifted the other boy, twisting their bodies and laying him down on the sofa, immediately settling on top of him. Now, they were once again rubbing their groins together, but the contact was much more solid and Angel could direct it.
Fortunately, Spike was more than happy with the arrangement. The solid weight of the brunet on him and the delicious friction as he began to pump his hips forwards were making his head spin. Angel was grinding their hard dicks together repeatedly, setting up a fast, almost desperate pace, and Spike bucked his hips up to meet him.
Breaking their kiss to draw in heavy breaths, faces pressed together, they shuddered and moaned.
“God, Angel. It feels so good…” murmured Spike, grabbing at his ass to encourage him to thrust even harder. He could feel increasingly strong waves of pleasure bursting through him and he chased his imminent orgasm, rocking his hips frantically insofar as he was able with the welcome weight of Angel trapping him.
“Spike, I’m…Fuck, I’m gonna come…” He pounded repeatedly forwards, his motions increasingly erratic, as he tried to maximise the sweet, amazing friction. He felt the heat begin to spiral through him, clenching his stomach and balls tight, before the ecstasy literally exploded through his groin and ricocheted around his form. He cried out as he shot into his pants, somehow finding that the dirtiness of the act added extra excitement.
Spike had been close anyway, ever since Angel had touched him if truth be known. When he felt the brunet’s orgasm, felt his cock pulsing as he unloaded, it was more than enough to break the tenuous hold he had on himself. Cursing colourfully as blinding pleasure burst though him, he arched up into Angel, pumping hot jets of cum into his own jeans.
Angel let his full weight fall on Spike and for a few moments they lay there, pleasantly fuzzy. As they began to come around a little, they were conscious of the uncomfortable wetness at their groins and they looked at each other, almost embarrassed and a little fearful of what they had done.
“Are you ok?” asked Angel, sounding almost guilty. “I’m sorry I flipped you over…I just…” He trailed off, starting to push himself up and away from Spike.
The blond grabbed him to prevent him and placed a soft, testing kiss on his lips, heartened when he returned it. “I’m fine. I liked it, as you can probably tell…” He was trying to lighten the atmosphere, but Angel could see that he flushed a little at the admission and the reminder that he had just come in his pants.
“I liked it too. Hell, understatement of the year. It was…well, better than anything I’ve done before, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, me too,” smiled Spike. They brushed their lips together again and then sat up, both tugging their tops down to try to hide the damp patches.
“So…Guess we might have to rewind the movie,” ventured Spike.
“There was a movie…?”
They both laughed, settling close together on the sofa, almost touching. Gingerly, the blond ran his fingers over the back of Angel’s hand and the other boy responded by turning his palm up. They laced their fingers together and smiled at each other.
“You know…That’s the first time another person has ever made me…finish,” confided Angel.
“Yeah? Me too. So…wot did you think…?”
“Gotta say; didn’t hate it.”
Spike grinned. “Ditto, mate. Maybe somethin’ we ought to try again then...?”
“Maybe so,” agreed Angel, eyes twinkling. “So, what movie are you watching tomorrow?”
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