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Coercion 6 The Mornin's Mornin' Morning was Xander’s favorite
time of day when he had slept as long as he wanted, he didn’t have school, and it
was a weekday. Only partially awake, Xander listened. He listened hard for any
sounds coming from the rest of the house. It was completely silent. No TV
blaring, no dishes being crashed, no doors being slammed, no raised voice, no
parents home. With a smile, Xander rolled to his back, kicked off the sheets,
and slipped his hand through the fly on the boxers. Norwegian wood. Isn’t it
good? With a sigh he wrapped his fingers around his morning hard on and stroked
lazily. He brought out an old favorite fantasy this morning. Amy Yipp cavorted
at the water park. He watched her splash and swim, building up to the one moment
where she went down the slide head-first, and came up topless. His hand beat
faster and faster until a thought not belonging in his fantasy rose to the
surface. The only love that is truly honest is self love. Suddenly, instead of
Amy, Spike was standing by the pool dressed only in black Speedos. The
sun glinted in his wet, curly hair. Xander’s hand moved even faster and he
came with a gasp. Then three things happened at once. Xander’s hand froze, he
opened his eyes, and a thrill of horror went down his spine. He slowly turned
his head to the left. Spike lay not six feet from him. Apparently, the vampire
was asleep, but Xander was long used to the fact that there was absolutely no
way to know. His traitorous hand completed the last, few satisfying strokes
before leaving off its task. If there was one thing Spike
could do for hours, it was play dead. The skill had saved his unlife any number
of times. He could only hear the boy now. He knew of Xander’s morning routine.
A handful of times since Spike had become his captive/roommate, the boy had
masturbated and not even woken up completely. He would just roll over and go
back to sleep. Even as much as he one time hated the boy, he would not deny him
one of the few pleasures the poor lad had. In addition, Spike liked to watch. This morning, when he saw the
boy grow still, he’d closed his eyes and relaxed completely. He heard Xander
shift and felt his scrutiny. Then, triumph, Xander had finished his pleasure. So
the boy was thinking about him that way. Spike continued to lay still,
although what he most wanted to do was climb out of the damn chair, shed his
clothes, slip into to heat-moistened nest of Xander’s bed, and suck him to
hardness again. Oh god. He had just masturbated
while looking at Spike. And thinking about Spike. In Speedos! And looking at the
vampire’s crotch! Wait, did Spike’s… bulge just shift. The bastard was
awake! He didn’t think vampires got night wood. Of course, he’d never looked
at such things before. Or thought about such things. At least not until after
that damn back rub. Xander scrabbled out of bed, dashing for his one safe haven,
the shower. He turned the water on hot and
let it sluice over him. “Amy Yipp. Amy Yipp. Amy Yipp with her long black hair
and her perfect breasts there in the sun and the Spike in a Speedo in the sun
which is something I will never see, though I did see Amy’s breasts that one
time…” Xander babbled to himself. “But I did see it, my mind called it up,
and that is just as good as seeing it for real but why oh why do I want to see
Spike that way! I’m not gay!” Xander broke down into tears, leaned against
he wall of the shower and sobbed. He was lonely, though. God, was he lonely. His
best friends were at college, with no time for him. He could spend time with
Giles, but they had nothing in common and Giles always tried to improve him in
some way. He had to be honest and admit that unless a girl was a demon or a bug,
she would never have an interest in him. So why was Spike interested in him? The
fiend had to be up to some kind of trick. He had said he was lonely, too. Could
this be true? Someone as lean and chiseled and all full of the sinister
attraction couldn’t get a date? Maybe the chip kept him from having fun, too.
No that’s not it. If that were the case, the vampire would be bitching loudly
about it. Plus, Xander was pretty sure the vampire would have gone insane by
now. He knew that if he had to do without, he’d go crazy. Spike’s offer replayed itself
in his mind. Lips and hands the same. There was so much Xander had never
experienced. Cordelia would not go beyond kissing and a little petting above the
waist (if she was wearing a top that wouldn’t wrinkle). Faith. Well, Faith had
been all over him and then over him too quick for it to even register. He’d
been nothing more than a toy for her. He could have been plastic for all he
counted. He’d never gotten a blow job,
and he wanted to feel lips and tongue on his cock. He had never even had a hand job,
now that he got right down to it. He couldn’t count the, well, attack from
Anya on prom night. Her hands were al over his clothed crotch, and her mouth
smothering him. Sure, he’d come, but he’d been looking at beautiful girls in
evening dresses all night. What guy wouldn’t? Spike listened to the boy turn
on the shower as he brought out his hardening cock. He closed his eyes,
picturing the hot water over hot skin. White islands of
shampoo lather slide over tanned skin, following the contour of muscles.
Spike’s hand worked his cock, then froze. The boy was crying. His pleasure
lessened as he heard the sobs wrung from the boy. Damn it. Spike remembered well
when such sounds would have only made it better. Bloody boy and his sudden
liking for poetry. But Spike? A vampire? A guy?
Unbidden, Speedo Spike stepped up on the diving board. He raised his perfect
arms over his head, bounced, and dove into the pool without a ripple. Xander
moaned and found himself busily soaping his re-awakened hard on. Damn. If it was
just a physical thing, who would it hurt? If Spike played badly, Xander could
always dust him. Tentatively, Xander closed his eyes and opened his mind for an
image of Spike to come out. The sobs stopped and the boy
grew still. Good, he’d worked through what ever was bugging him. Probably the
whole lack of job thing. Then Spike heard his name, faintly. With a wicked grin,
Spike renewed his assault on his cock. Spike, sitting beside him, his lips precisely forming every word of the poem, then smiling a genuine smile took Xander over the edge. That was so wrong. Clean, drained, hungry, and with a couple of things decided, Xander came back downstairs. Spike was reading a book, one long leg drawn up, book resting against it. He glanced up at Xander through long dark lashes. “The boy’s clean, I’ll say that for him. Did you get all your parts?” Xander froze, painfully aware he
was only wearing a towel. There was no way the bastard could have heard him in
the shower half way across the house. “I know how to clean myself, Spike.
I’ve been doing it since I was four.” “An early learner. I like that.” Spike watched a drop of water fall from the boy's hair to his shoulder and slide down his arm. He turned back to his book with a chuckle. Spike let his left hand fall, resting it against his thigh, fingers splayed and framing his crotch. Now that had to be on purpose. Xander carefully couched beside the laundry basket and dug out some clothes. He chose a plain shirt and some of his least baggy pants. After all, he was headed out to collect job applications. He glanced over the bed at Spike who was apparently absorbed in his book. Xander stepped behind the screen near the dryer to get dressed. Spike raised his eyes to the friendly shiny surface of the toaster. A bit of distortion, but a good glimpse of naked Xander was better then nothing. He was glad he’d spent the time yesterday getting it positioned just right. Once dressed, Xander bounced out and headed for the door. “I’m going out to collect job applications.” “I’m almost out of blood.
Bring me some back?” “You’ve not earned it.” “Reading lessons.” Spike
said, his jaw set.
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