Spike shivered as Angel brushed past him on his way to his seat. It had been subtle, just a passing nudge of his hip against the seated boy’s shoulder, but Spike had known that there was nothing ‘accidental’ about it.

 

Almost a month previously, they had shared their very first same-sex kiss…and it had ended with them both shooting in their pants. Since then, things had been…interesting.

 

They could barely keep their hands – or anything else – to themselves; school was torture for them, even though it was pretty exciting that they had such an illicit secret. Spike’s mum was never home before six, so a couple of times a week it became a mad rush to get the hell out of school – separately – and speed back to his place for maybe an hour to an hour and a half of fun.

 

The thing was…it was getting damned heavy, damned fast. Both of them had learned from their limited experience with girls that you pushed for the next base, the other person gave a little but then pushed back, so you stopped and were grateful for what you could get. But neither of them were girls, and neither were putting a stop to anything, and within a week they’d been fully naked. A week later, oral had edged its way onto the agenda. Soon after, with the aid of some moisturiser deftly stolen from a bedroom, fingers had been making their way inside bodies.

 

There was really only one activity left to explore.

 

And, at sixteen and only four weeks past admitting to themselves that they were queer, it seemed like they shouldn’t be ready. But their bodies didn’t seem to have gotten that memo. Just yesterday, they’d almost fucked up in spectacularly inappropriate style.

 

It was one of the evenings when Angel had football practice and Spike had decided to watch the guy he couldn’t help considering as his boyfriend – and just how fucked up was that? – from afar. Smoking beneath the bleachers, he had watched, riveted by the athleticism, by the sight of muscles flexing and sweat sliding over arms and face.

 

He hadn’t realised that Angel knew he was there until the team’s fifteen minute break. Suddenly, he hadn’t been alone; he’d been able to feel the heat pouring off the other boy from ten feet away. And then there had been no distance between them and his arms had been full of hot, sweaty Angel, kissing him hard and insistently and rubbing their rapidly bulging groins together.

 

Spike didn’t know how they’d ended up on scrubby grass, hidden from view by the metal benches, with their pants undone and hands everywhere. And he certainly had no idea how Angel had ended up between his thighs while he’d tried to shimmy one leg out of his skin-tight jeans.

 

They’d been humping up against one another like normal, kissing and touching frantically, and then Angel’s dick had dragged along Spike’s underside and towards his crack on a sheen of pre-cum and sweat and it had caught. And for that moment, despite the lack of build-up or preparation, Spike was so ready and willing that his natural instinct was to push back. As the head of Angel’s cock had nudged up against his fluttering hole the second time, they’d both frozen with a bolt of adrenaline, aware and needy and so fucking hot for each other that the urge to just get on with it had been almost overwhelming.

 

Then the shouts of a couple of Angel’s team-mates had brought them back to the present and he’d pulled back, looking almost horrified. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he’d said, realising that he’d almost just rammed his way inside Spike without so much as the benefit of lubrication.

 

Spike, equally freaked out that it had so very nearly happened but anxious that Angel shouldn’t blame himself, had shaken his head. “Not your fault, pet.”

 

Charged up as they were, nervous and excited about how close they’d come to fucking, a few more barely-controlled thrusts against one another had been enough to send them over the edge, muffling their sharp cries with each other’s shoulders.

 

Fuck, Spike was getting hard now just thinking about it. His predicament was not helped by Angel leaning forwards and asking, seemingly casually, “Can I borrow a pen?”

 

The hot breath puffing intimately over his neck and ear and the deliberately husky cadence of the tone had Spike reaching down to adjust his crotch, and act hidden from everyone but Angel’s view by his duster.

 

Inwardly smirking at Angel’s sharp intake of breath, knowing that he’d turned him on too, he replied in a voice slightly too squeaky to be nonchalant, “Sure.”

 

Bollocks! He was sure to be erect for the entire class now. On the plus side, so was Angel.

 

He turned his face as he handed the pen back and they shared a look of deep recognition and promise.

 

Whether or not they were ready had never seemed less relevant.

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Spike paced impatiently around his house, unable to settle. And what the hell was taking Angel so long anyway? He’d been home for…six and a half minutes. He blinked at the clock in surprise, sure that more time must have passed.

 

When the doorbell rang, he almost stumbled in his haste to rush to answer it.

 

Flinging open the front door, he found himself staring at Angel across the eighteen inches that separated them, both of them frozen to the spot, taking shallow and nervous breaths. They’d been together plenty, but they knew that this was different.

 

Finally, Spike broke the charged silence. “Gonna stand out there all afternoon then?” he asked, voice rough and rather less nonchalant than he’d intended.

 

Angel shook his head slowly and then suddenly planted a large hand on Spike’s chest and pushed him back into the house, following close behind. As he kicked the door shut, he backed the blond up against the wall right there in the hallway and kissed him, making needy little grunts of appreciation.

 

Spike responded enthusiastically, fisting Angel’s muscle top and dragging him closer as he bucked his hips forwards to get friction on their groins. Instantly, hands were mauling him and he tried to press into the touches as his chest, back, ass, balls and cock were mapped intimately.

 

Angel gasped into Spike’s mouth as the blond wrapped legs around him, practically climbing up his body. And then they were fucking against each other and the clothing in their way was a complete nuisance that Angel just didn’t want. Bracing his legs further apart to support Spike up against the wall, he tugged frantically at their tops, growling impatiently as they snagged on recalcitrant limbs and heads, and then cast them into a careless pile.

 

Their skin burned feverishly as their torsos moulded together and Angel reached down to unfasten their pants. It was only once hard cocks were sliding against one another that the brunet realised that they’d gone about as far as they could in their current position – and that was fine, because he really liked what they were doing…but he wanted more. And so did Spike, if the way that he was wriggling furiously to try to shove their pants off was any indication.

 

Angel slid one hand underneath Spike’s ass and wrapped the other around his back before stepping away from the wall. Maintaining their kiss, he held him close and headed towards his bedroom, which was very conveniently located on the ground floor, almost tripping over their discarded clothing. Spike was so turned on (and secretly totally hot for how strong and masculine Angel was) that he didn’t even protest about being carried around like a girl.

 

They literally fell onto the bed, Angel’s weight knocking most of the wind out of the blond. He recovered quickly, kissing Angel hard as he reached down to push at their jeans. The other boy reluctantly broke away from him to assist with the divestment, yanking off sneakers and boots and throwing them haphazardly across the room before stripping their pants off and pouncing back into position.

 

And only then did they pause for a second to consider exactly what their position was.

 

Spike’s breath caught in his throat as the heavy weight of Angel settled back between his legs, pressed firmly up against his groin and putting delicious pressure on his balls. He looked up at him, wide-eyed, and swallowed hard.

 

Angel gazed back at him, arms trembling very slightly with nervousness and excitement. He felt like a total idiot for being scared of what he wanted to do so badly, but he was afraid of fucking it up and hurting Spike or just not making it good for him.

 

“Spike…”

 

The blond leaned up and kissed him, deciding that it was the most expedient way of shutting him the hell up. He was frightened too, in a vague way, but what had occurred underneath the bleachers had made him realise that the more they just ‘let it happen’ rather than analysed it, the better it was going to be.

 

“No pressure, yeah? Just the same as normal for now, right?” whispered Spike against Angel’s lips, tangling one hand in his hair and reaching the other down to knead his ass. The other boy nodded against him, groaning and rubbing their dicks together.

 

“As long as ‘normal’ means I get to come, I really don’t mind so much,” he smiled, licking Spike’s lips apart again and pulling slender legs more firmly around his waist.

 

They rutted against one another for a little while, soon finding that their former heat reclaimed them and burned through their veins. Spike slipped a hand beneath Angel and firmly massaged his balls, making him curse and buck forwards. Fuck, but he just wanted to be inside! He didn’t know why the instinct was so powerful since he’d never done it before and this didn’t exactly fall into the realm of natural, but his body was practically screaming for it. To distract himself, he slid down Spike’s body, licking his sensitive neck and nibbling down over his wiry torso. When he sucked the other boy’s cock into his mouth, too aroused for any kind of teasing or finesse, Spike arched off the bed.

 

“Fuck!” He waved a flailing hand in the direction of his nightstand. “Get the stuff. Want you to put your fingers in me…You know, since you’re down there and all…”

 

Angel chuckled as he released Spike’s dick to a grunt. “So demanding…” he teased, crawling back up the bed and reaching into the top drawer. “You like that? When I touch you there?”

 

Spike’s eyes sparkled with lust. “You know I do.”

 

“I know…I just like it when you say it,” replied Angel huskily, biting his lip as he moved back down between the other boy’s spread thighs.

 

“You like me being dirty, don’t you?” he asked softly. “Like me tellin’ you that I love it when you put your fingers in my arse…like to feel me fucking back on them…”

 

“Shit, Spike,” gasped Angel, kissing his hip and then lapping his tongue over heavy balls, flushing slightly as his own cock pulsed. He adored it when the other boy said such naughty things, even though it shamed him a little. 

 

Angel didn’t know where Spike had lifted the Vaseline from, but he was aware that the blond had been using it alone, working it into his ass when he jerked off; he’d admitted as much, eyes downcast with some measure of embarrassment. Angel had almost come on the spot.

 

They both enjoyed being touched there, but Spike really liked it, which had neatly and naturally answered the question of who would be bottoming – when they got around to it – without them even needing to discuss it.

 

Angel licked up Spike’s shaft again and sucked the head into his mouth as he propped himself up on one elbow and unfastened the tub of slick, dragging the fingers of his right hand through it. Spike flinched at the cold but then immediately spread his legs even wider, moaning and pushing back as Angel slowly pressed his middle digit inside.

 

Before very long, Spike was sweating and panting, bucking his hips up as the combined sensations from Angel’s mouth on his cock and three fingers in his ass sent his arousal soaring. As he felt a sudden bolt of sensation when Angel jabbed his prostate particularly hard, he realised that he was getting perilously close to orgasm. Quickly, he reached down and tugged on the brunet’s upper arms, dragging the lust-dazed boy back up his body and kissing him hungrily.

 

Angel responded eagerly, grinding his almost painfully hard dick against Spike’s hip as he licked out his mouth and nibbled his lips. The smaller boy used his distraction as an opportunity to fumble around for the Vaseline and scoop a generous amount out of the tub. He then grabbed firm hold of Angel’s cock, jacking steadily and fluttering his eyes at the wet sound of it.

 

Angel cursed and lifted himself off Spike slightly so that he could look down between their bodies to watch what was being done to him. He shivered pleasurably as observed his dick disappearing into and re-emerging from Spike’s slick fist and he began to pump his hips.

 

The blond noticed the change in his breathing as he became increasingly excited. “Nu-uh, no you don’t,” he said firmly, releasing him and ignoring the protests completely as he deftly rolled them both over. “Shush.”

 

As Spike’s weight settled into his lap and he found his dick rubbing up against the other boy’s underside, Angel gasped and shut up in a hurry. He looked up at him, warm brown eyes fucked with want and something like adoration. Spike thought that he looked like he was high, orbs almost glassy and pupils blown; it was as sexy as hell that he could inspire so much lust. And it just felt so bloody good to have Angel between his thighs.

 

Spike rocked against Angel, his perineum and ass sliding along the other boy’s cock on a sheen of lubricant. The brunet cursed and grabbed his hips, pulling him back and forth to a hard, fast rhythm. Angel yelped when his hands were slapped.

 

“No…You’re not allowed to get off yet.”

 

“Why?” he whined, fidgeting in a not-so-subtle attempt to get more pressure on his dick.

 

Spike raised an amused eyebrow. “Why do you think?” he asked softly.

 

Angel’s eyes went even wider. “Really?” he whispered.

 

Spike, whose erection was dribbling pre-cum and whose ass practically ached to be back full of something, nodded and smiled. “Oh yeah.”

 

Angel hadn’t been completely sure that Spike was ready and had been perfectly content to wait if necessary, but it was obvious that the blond was raring to go. And that was just fine and fucking dandy with Angel, because his dick was practically throbbing and the thought of actually having sex with Spike was mind-blowing.

 

Spike rose up, gripping Angel’s cock and rubbing it back and forth along his crack and over his ass. He smiled when he felt hands tightening convulsively on his thighs and looked down to see the other boy’s attention focussed intently on what he was doing. He’d read that going on top was easier the first time because you could control the movement completely; besides, Angel was blatantly going to be a complete sap about it, so it was up to him to take the initiative.

 

As it happened, it didn’t even hurt that much, probably due to the amount of time that he’d spent over the last few weeks with three fingers buried in his ass. He sank slowly down onto Angel’s cock, gritting his teeth and wincing a little, pausing when he needed to and then rocking very slightly to stretch his passage and ease himself down further. After the first couple of inches, his ring of muscle kind of popped and it became smoother and less painful, but it was by far the most intense sensation he’d ever felt. At first, he wasn’t sure he could take it…and then it got easier to bear…and then the head of Angel’s dick brushed over his prostate and he got right back to thinking he couldn’t take it again.

 

When his cheeks finally fetched up against Angel’s groin, the coarse hairs tickling him, he was breathing hard and covered in a light sweat, but he was still mostly hard. He paused. “Okay?”

 

Angel had been exercising every ounce of control he possessed in trying to keep still and trying not to come. The heat and tightness were simply incredible and in addition to the amazing physical sensations there was the knowledge that he and Spike were really fucking. His eyes snapped back up to bright blue and he nodded, attempting to compose himself. “Hell yes. Better than okay…Too good actually. What about you? Are you alright?”

 

Spike exhaled slowly and nodded. “Not quite ready to move yet. Touch me a bit?”

 

Angel looked at him dumbly for a moment, before his brain managed to process what was being asked. “Oh! Of course…Sorry,” he mumbled apologetically, releasing the death grip he had on Spike’s thighs and running one hand soothingly over him while he closed the other fist around his dick. 

 

Within half a minute, Spike was fully hard again and Angel was biting his lip to prevent the whimper that wanted to escape at the exquisite torture of being buried inside Spike and unable to move.

 

Finally – finally – Spike began to undulate gently, gasping loudly at the overwhelming fullness and the way that it heightened the pleasure he was deriving from Angel jacking his cock. “Fuck!”

 

“Spike, this feels…Wow…Can you lean down here? Please? I wanna kiss you.”

 

Smiling, the blond carefully leaned forwards, crying out with surprised excitement as the angle made it even better. “You’re such a pouf,” he said affectionately, sliding one hand underneath Angel’s neck and resting the other on his chest.

 

“Yeah? This coming from the guy taking it up the ass…” teased Angel softly, grinning against Spike’s lips. They kissed deeply and messily, Spike fucking back against Angel with short little movements and the brunet’s rhythm on his cock faltering as a result of the blazing rush of lust.

 

As Spike adjusted more and more fully and it began to feel better and better, he sped up his motions and began to slam back against Angel more forcefully, uttering sharp little muffled cries into the other boy’s mouth. It felt so good – even better than he was expecting. The feeling of connection was awesome and that delicious fiery pleasure from having his prostate nudged was intensified ten-fold. However, he knew that he couldn’t keep it up for too long; he could already feel that he was going to be aching for a while. Fortunately, he was pretty sure that Angel would be able to come quickly if necessary.

 

In fact, Angel was fighting for control over himself and had been since the beginning. Watching Spike ride him, that cute little frown of concentration on his face and lustful sounds tumbling from his lips, was a complete head-trip. He was too insecure to say it yet, but Spike was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and he wanted him so badly that it hurt sometimes. He groaned as the blond bounced particularly vigorously and his arousal spiked sharply, momentarily pushing him close to the edge. He wrapped an arm around Spike’s back and pumped his dick harder.

 

“Fuck! Yeah, that’s it, pet…Make me come…” Spike was so turned on, both by the physical sensations and the thought that he was really doing it with Angel. He’d never had such sustained pressure on his sweet spot before and, for some reason, the thought that his first actual sex was with a guy was really getting him off. How elicit his and Angel’s relationship was always turned him on and this just added a whole new dimension.

 

Angel held him tighter and fisted him harder, enveloping him in strength and lust and the deep, musky, masculine scent that Spike dreamed about most nights. And it was just too much.

 

With a loud shout that carried an element of surprise, Spike fucked himself hard on Angel’s cock for a couple more strokes and then bucked forwards violently, cum jetting from him in long, hot spurts.

 

Even before he’d finished spilling, Angel rolled them both over with a sound that was almost a growl, pounding hard into Spike. He wasn’t too far gone to feel slightly bad about it, but he knew that he was going to come within the next ten seconds so he wasn’t particularly worried about hurting the other boy.

 

It only took four or five strokes from his dominant position on top of the blond and he was shooting deep into his ass with a cry. Spike, who’d been so aroused by the display of prowess that he’d felt like he might come again, held on tightly to his rippling back and buried his face in his neck.

 

As he drifted down from the sensation, Angel kissed Spike hungrily and gratefully, holding his head and barely letting him up for air. “You’re amazing…That was the best thing I’ve ever felt…I’m so sorry I did the flipping thing again; are you okay?” he babbled in between licks and deep, sweet kisses.

 

Spike laughed and then winced, using the strength in his thighs to push Angel back and out of his body. “I’m fine, peaches. Not gonna break, am I? I love it when you go all alpha on me,” he assured, running a hand through Angel’s mussed hair. "Fuck, that was intense…So good…”

 

Angel just nodded, rubbing his face against Spike’s.

 

They stayed that way for a while, the magnitude of everything sinking in. “You know,” ventured Spike, slightly shyly, “Mum’s away on a conference for the next two days…Maybe you could, I don’t know, spend the night tomorrow…?”

 

Angel pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Really? You’d…like me to do that?”

 

Spike nodded, biting sexily on his bottom lip. “I’ll even put out again,” he promised with a wink.

 

Angel laughed softly and kissed the corner of his adorable mouth. “In that case, count me in…Spike?”

 

“Mmmm?”

 

“It occurs to me that we might be gay.”

 

Spike chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “You think?”

 

“Just an opinion,” he grinned. “My point is…It’s not such a bad thing, is it?”

 

“Feels like a pretty bloody good thing to me.”

“Don’t you think that hiding it seems a bit…stupid?”

 

Spike caressed his back, looking thoughtful. Well, the boy had a point; he was lying here with the only person he wanted wedged between his thighs, having just given up his virginity and feeling pretty fucking pleased about it too…

 

“Maybe you’re right…Why? Do you wanna be boyfriends?”

 

Angel blinked in surprise. “I thought we already were?”

 

Spike flushed slightly with pleasure, berating himself for being a complete and utter ponce, and smiled. “Yeah, you’re right…We are. Guess we’d better clue everyone else in, yeah?”

 

“Sounds good to me…lover.”

 

Spike swatted his ass. “I can’t even believe wot a sodding pouf you are!”

 

Angel smiled. “You love it.”

 

The blond rolled his eyes and kissed him silent, unable to deny the truth of it.

 

 

 

THE END.