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tamingthemuseTitle: Writer’s Block
Chapter: 11/?
Author: Spike_1790
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: This chapter: 1, 234 Total so far: 13, 313
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Spike/Xander, mentions of Spike/Liam
Summary: All human AU. Spike is an author. Willow is a fan. Xander gets caught up in the plot.
Warning(s): sexual content, possible bad language, HAU.
Author’s Note: I know it’s been done to death. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, or any of the other characters. Joss is God
UNBETA'D
Previous chapters here
Xander knocked on the door. Spike opened it, smiling like there was nothing better in the world than what he was seeing. He reached out and pulled Xander’s body against his own. Brushing the hair off Xander’s face, Spike caressed the warm skin gently, before pressing his lips against Xander’s. The brunette returned the kiss with equal passion. Spike slid his hands under Xander’s shirt to play with the hardening nipples and run down his hard abs. Xander’s hand took up residence on Spike’s firm backside, pulling him impossibly closer, so that he could feel an answering erection against his own.
Pulling them off the front step and into the warmth of the house, Spike’s hands were all over the other man, undoing buttons and working at the zippers of their jeans. When Xander’s cock was free, Spike dropped to his knees and swallowed Xander’s cock down to the root, revelling in the gasps and moans he was pulling from the brunette.
Spike’s hand- the one that wasn’t fondling Xander’s balls- was working his own dick; hard, firm movements that forced pearly drops of pre-cum out of the slit and down the shaft. Xander’s hand tangled in Spike’s hair, holding him in place as Xander’s cock twitched in his mouth before spurting hot, sticky cum into the waiting throat. Spike’s sped up the ministrations on his own cock. With a strangled moan, he spilled his load over his knuckles and onto the floor.
***
Liam watched Spike sleep. The blonde’s face was relaxed and he looked so young and angelic. They had been drinking that night to celebrate the end of their road trip, and Spike had fallen asleep on the couch. Liam heard the change in Spike’s breathing patterns and wondered if he was waking up. Nope, the boy was still fast asleep, still deep in REM sleep, eyes visibly moving under his closed eyelids. The sharp inward breath and full body shudder announced exactly what Spike had been dreaming about. He groaned, enjoying the image of Spike cumming in his pants. His cock hardened in his slacks and he pressed the palm of his hand against it. Liam was considering taking a quick shower to relieve some of the tension when there was a knock on the door.
Liam stomped over to the door, threw it open and growled a very unwelcoming “WHAT?!” at the surprised looking Xander.
“I, uh, I got your text.”
“Right. He’s asleep on the couch. I’ll wake him up. You had better come in.” Xander followed Liam’s retreating form.
Xander’s heart leapt at the site of the man sleeping on the couch. The part of him not busy remembering the last time they had seen each other was wracked with guilt over Spike’s physical state. Liam hadn’t been exaggerating at all. If anything, he had downplayed the situation. Spike was thin. Skeletal. Six weeks can make a hell of a difference to a man Xander thought. The Spike he had spent one amazing night with could never have been described as fat, but in comparison to the sleeping man, he was. Tears formed in his eyes and he turned his head to hide from Liam’s scrutiny.
Liam shook his head, then shook Spike awake. Spike opened bleary eyes that focused solely on Xander. His jaw dropped.
“Xan?”
“William. I’m so fucking sorry. Let me explain, please. Just give me five minutes before you throw me out, or have Liam throw me out.” Spike and Liam shared a look, one that asked if it was the right thing to do. With an unspoken agreement formed between them, they looked away.
“Gimme five minutes to freshen up an’ you can start talking. Any chance of some tea, Liam? Or something stronger?” Liam nodded and stalked off to the kitchen. Spike stood, stretched, and wandered off to the bathroom. Peeling off his sticky jeans, he turned on the water for a shower, waiting until the room was full of steam before he stepped in. The spray beat down on his back, easing the aching muscles and stinging his skin in the most perfect way. He was sorry that he couldn’t spend longer in there, but he had said he would be quick. Shutting off the water, he slung a towel around his hips and started brushing his teeth.
Feeling fresher than he had done, he dropped his soiled clothes in the laundry hamper and left to find some clean ones. Liam had obviously been doing some housekeeping while Spike had slept, because his clothes were all neatly folded in drawers or hung in the closet. Grabbing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of well-worn sleep pants, he redressed and headed back to the living room where Xander was waiting.
Xander was sitting uncomfortably on the couch, waiting nervously for Spike’s return. Liam had returned from the kitchen with three cups- one tea and two coffees- and had put them all on the table before sitting back and studying Xander, well aware of the effect it would have on the brunette. When Spike padded softly back in, Xander stood.
“Can we talk in private?” He all but whispered.
“No. Liam’s going to stay and listen in.” Xander sighed in frustration, but sat back down anyway.
“Things got messed up. I shouldn’t have lied to Willow. Or to you. You’re the only guy I’ve ever been interested in, let alone, uh, done stuff with. I told Willow I had met a guy at the Bronze. She had such a huge crush on you, and it would have broken her if I told her about you and me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Will.”
“Xan, listen to me. That night we had together meant more to me than just a one night stand.” When Xander started to interrupt, Spike held up a hand to stop him. “I don’t know what it meant to you, and I don’t really want to know.” Liar. “But you’re right. You shouldn’t have lied. You shouldn’t have come to LA at all.” Pause. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either.”
“I wish I hadn’t fucked things up. We could have been in bed together right now, curled up asleep, instead of sitting here with your security guy watching us talk.”
“We could. I still want you, Xan. I want you so bad. If you can make me believe you want me, we can be together. Just don’t lie anymore.” Xander’s hesitation was all the answer Spike needed. He glanced at Liam, who stood, putting one of his huge hands on Xander’s shoulder, encouraging him to stand.
“Spike… I have a girlfriend now. And a great life.”
Spike was on his feet in an instant, spitting out the words with a venom neither Xander nor Liam had ever witnessed before. “So you, what? Came here to rub it in my face? Tell me you can’t stop thinking about me then say you can’t have me because of some stupid bint?” Liam took this as his cue to throw Xander out as quickly as physically possible, slamming the door shut on the shocked brunette.
Xander stood outside for a while, unsure of what had just happened. Getting back in his car, he buckled up and started the engine. Before he sped off into the night, he sent one more text.
Tell Spike I love him.
Chapter: 11/?
Author: Spike_1790
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: This chapter: 1, 234 Total so far: 13, 313
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Spike/Xander, mentions of Spike/Liam
Summary: All human AU. Spike is an author. Willow is a fan. Xander gets caught up in the plot.
Warning(s): sexual content, possible bad language, HAU.
Author’s Note: I know it’s been done to death. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, or any of the other characters. Joss is God
UNBETA'D
Previous chapters here
Xander knocked on the door. Spike opened it, smiling like there was nothing better in the world than what he was seeing. He reached out and pulled Xander’s body against his own. Brushing the hair off Xander’s face, Spike caressed the warm skin gently, before pressing his lips against Xander’s. The brunette returned the kiss with equal passion. Spike slid his hands under Xander’s shirt to play with the hardening nipples and run down his hard abs. Xander’s hand took up residence on Spike’s firm backside, pulling him impossibly closer, so that he could feel an answering erection against his own.
Pulling them off the front step and into the warmth of the house, Spike’s hands were all over the other man, undoing buttons and working at the zippers of their jeans. When Xander’s cock was free, Spike dropped to his knees and swallowed Xander’s cock down to the root, revelling in the gasps and moans he was pulling from the brunette.
Spike’s hand- the one that wasn’t fondling Xander’s balls- was working his own dick; hard, firm movements that forced pearly drops of pre-cum out of the slit and down the shaft. Xander’s hand tangled in Spike’s hair, holding him in place as Xander’s cock twitched in his mouth before spurting hot, sticky cum into the waiting throat. Spike’s sped up the ministrations on his own cock. With a strangled moan, he spilled his load over his knuckles and onto the floor.
***
Liam watched Spike sleep. The blonde’s face was relaxed and he looked so young and angelic. They had been drinking that night to celebrate the end of their road trip, and Spike had fallen asleep on the couch. Liam heard the change in Spike’s breathing patterns and wondered if he was waking up. Nope, the boy was still fast asleep, still deep in REM sleep, eyes visibly moving under his closed eyelids. The sharp inward breath and full body shudder announced exactly what Spike had been dreaming about. He groaned, enjoying the image of Spike cumming in his pants. His cock hardened in his slacks and he pressed the palm of his hand against it. Liam was considering taking a quick shower to relieve some of the tension when there was a knock on the door.
Liam stomped over to the door, threw it open and growled a very unwelcoming “WHAT?!” at the surprised looking Xander.
“I, uh, I got your text.”
“Right. He’s asleep on the couch. I’ll wake him up. You had better come in.” Xander followed Liam’s retreating form.
Xander’s heart leapt at the site of the man sleeping on the couch. The part of him not busy remembering the last time they had seen each other was wracked with guilt over Spike’s physical state. Liam hadn’t been exaggerating at all. If anything, he had downplayed the situation. Spike was thin. Skeletal. Six weeks can make a hell of a difference to a man Xander thought. The Spike he had spent one amazing night with could never have been described as fat, but in comparison to the sleeping man, he was. Tears formed in his eyes and he turned his head to hide from Liam’s scrutiny.
Liam shook his head, then shook Spike awake. Spike opened bleary eyes that focused solely on Xander. His jaw dropped.
“Xan?”
“William. I’m so fucking sorry. Let me explain, please. Just give me five minutes before you throw me out, or have Liam throw me out.” Spike and Liam shared a look, one that asked if it was the right thing to do. With an unspoken agreement formed between them, they looked away.
“Gimme five minutes to freshen up an’ you can start talking. Any chance of some tea, Liam? Or something stronger?” Liam nodded and stalked off to the kitchen. Spike stood, stretched, and wandered off to the bathroom. Peeling off his sticky jeans, he turned on the water for a shower, waiting until the room was full of steam before he stepped in. The spray beat down on his back, easing the aching muscles and stinging his skin in the most perfect way. He was sorry that he couldn’t spend longer in there, but he had said he would be quick. Shutting off the water, he slung a towel around his hips and started brushing his teeth.
Feeling fresher than he had done, he dropped his soiled clothes in the laundry hamper and left to find some clean ones. Liam had obviously been doing some housekeeping while Spike had slept, because his clothes were all neatly folded in drawers or hung in the closet. Grabbing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of well-worn sleep pants, he redressed and headed back to the living room where Xander was waiting.
Xander was sitting uncomfortably on the couch, waiting nervously for Spike’s return. Liam had returned from the kitchen with three cups- one tea and two coffees- and had put them all on the table before sitting back and studying Xander, well aware of the effect it would have on the brunette. When Spike padded softly back in, Xander stood.
“Can we talk in private?” He all but whispered.
“No. Liam’s going to stay and listen in.” Xander sighed in frustration, but sat back down anyway.
“Things got messed up. I shouldn’t have lied to Willow. Or to you. You’re the only guy I’ve ever been interested in, let alone, uh, done stuff with. I told Willow I had met a guy at the Bronze. She had such a huge crush on you, and it would have broken her if I told her about you and me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Will.”
“Xan, listen to me. That night we had together meant more to me than just a one night stand.” When Xander started to interrupt, Spike held up a hand to stop him. “I don’t know what it meant to you, and I don’t really want to know.” Liar. “But you’re right. You shouldn’t have lied. You shouldn’t have come to LA at all.” Pause. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either.”
“I wish I hadn’t fucked things up. We could have been in bed together right now, curled up asleep, instead of sitting here with your security guy watching us talk.”
“We could. I still want you, Xan. I want you so bad. If you can make me believe you want me, we can be together. Just don’t lie anymore.” Xander’s hesitation was all the answer Spike needed. He glanced at Liam, who stood, putting one of his huge hands on Xander’s shoulder, encouraging him to stand.
“Spike… I have a girlfriend now. And a great life.”
Spike was on his feet in an instant, spitting out the words with a venom neither Xander nor Liam had ever witnessed before. “So you, what? Came here to rub it in my face? Tell me you can’t stop thinking about me then say you can’t have me because of some stupid bint?” Liam took this as his cue to throw Xander out as quickly as physically possible, slamming the door shut on the shocked brunette.
Xander stood outside for a while, unsure of what had just happened. Getting back in his car, he buckled up and started the engine. Before he sped off into the night, he sent one more text.
Tell Spike I love him.
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