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tamingthemuse prompt of "Lockpick".
Title: Get In, Get Out
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #52 - Lockpick
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, daddy!kink, overall dirty!bad!wrongness.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 1,224
Author's Note: This may not technically be lockpicking, but lock bumping actually really works. Scary but true.
Previous Parts.
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_sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.
The Boy Next Door: The Next Step
Xander sat in the library, pouting for the third day in a row. Spike seemed different somehow, distant and separate. He hated feeling like a girl, whining to himself about why Spike wouldn't touch him or kiss him anymore. There was no more fun studying. It was back to regular studying for the pair.
But what Xander missed the most wasn't the blinding pleasure or the intoxicating pain. He missed his friend.
He could feel the other boy staring at him, watching him, studying him. He should be used to it, Spike used to do it all the time when they'd first started working together. But lately, Xander could hardly get the blond boy to look him in the eye. It was enough to drive a young man mad.
Xander quickly put the finishing touches on his History study notes before handing them over to the waiting tutor.
He watched patiently while Spike looked over the notes, nodding when he was pleased, scowling when he wasn't. Reaching over to take a pencil for some final corrections, Spike's fingers brushed briefly against Xander's and the boy gasped at the first physical contact in so long.
Crystal blue eyes met shocked hazel and both boys froze. Silence stretched out between them until Spike finally smirked.
"Need the pencil if we want to finish this and get home, yeah?"
The smile that spread across Xander's face was blinding and it nearly hurt his cheeks. He quickly handed over the pencil before leaning back in his chair, shifting slightly to ease the pressure of the denim on his suddenly hard cock. He watched quietly as Spike crossed out and corrected, writing in the flowing script that always made Xander smile.
Finally, Spike looked up as he put the pencil down.
"Ready to go?"
"S-s-Sure," the sable-haired boy stammered as he shoved his books and binders in his bag. He jumped up to follow the retreating back of his tutor. They burst through the swinging library doors and made their way through the school. Walking in silence, Xander stole glances at the boy next to him. He couldn't quite get a grasp on Spike's mood swings and he hated trying to guess what was wrong.
Finally, he decided to just go with Willow's suggestion and just ask. It was crazy enough to work.
"Hey, Spike," Xander asked tentatively. "What's up?"
Spike turned to look at him briefly as he continued along the sidewalk. "What's that, pet?"
Xander sighed heavily and tried again. "Ok. I may be way off base here, and that's cool, just tell me and I'll totally back off, 'cause, you know, it's not like we're dating or anything, but things got kinda weird, in a totally cool way. I mean, I was down with the weirdness, in case you couldn't tell. Could you? 'Cause I'd hate to think I sent out mixed signals or anything. I'm pretty sure my signals were of the unmixed variety, because 'Oh, god, yes, yes!' is generally considered positive right? And..."
A strong, cool hand clapped suddenly over Xander's mouth, stemming the tide of babble that poured out of him. They stood like that, in silence for several long minutes.
Finally, Spike asked, "Done now?"
Xander nodded slowly.
"Ready to start over?"
Another nod.
"Slowly and in English this time?"
Another more timid nod.
"Good."
Spike slowly slipped his hand away from the boy's mouth and Xander immediately licked his dry lips with a quick swipe of his pink tongue. He noticed that the azure eyes tracked the movement and he vowed to do it again soon to see if he could get a reaction out of the other boy.
Taking a deep breath, Xander tried again. "Are you mad at me?"
Spike actually looked surprised at the question. "Why would I be mad at you, pet?"
"I don't know," Xander replied, ducking his head to hide his blushing cheeks. A strong finger beneath his chin forced him to look at the other boy. "It's just that," he sighed before forcing himself to continue, "You don't – you know - touch me and stuff anymore. I thought we were cool and I really was ok with our...study sessions. Did I do something wrong?"
Spike stared at the boy for a very long time; at least that's how it felt to Xander. The older boy was thinking hard and Xander began to worry that he'd said too much, pushed too far. Suddenly, Spike barked out a laugh before punching Xander hard on the shoulder.
"You're such a girl," he chided as he turned and began to walk off again.
Xander hurried to catch up. "So, you're not mad at me?"
"No, ducks," Spike answered as he picked up the pace toward home. "Not mad at you. Just needed to sort a few things out is all. Now, come on. We need to get you home."
Xander nearly bounced the rest of the way home, up until he remembered that he had left his keys in his gym locker.
"Spike, I think I left my keys in my locker at school."
"No matter, Xan," Spike answered. "I can get you in." Reaching in his pocket, Spike pulled out a key that looked a lot like Xander's house key.
He gaped at the older boy. "You copied my house key?" he cried.
Spike laughed as he cuffed Xander's head. "No, pillock. It's a bump key."
"What's a bump key?"
"I'll show you," Spike replied, wagging his eyebrows. Xander chuckled and hurried to keep up. As soon as they reached Xander's house, they slipped around the side to enter through the basement just like they'd always done.
Spike held out the key so Xander could see it better. "This key is just like the one you'd use to get in, but it's special," Spike explained. "See this piece cut out here?" Spike pointed to a section that seemed to be worn smooth. Once Xander nodded, he continued. "Locks have tumblers inside, yeah? Keys are meant to turn certain tumblers in a certain order to open the lock. This key is missing a certain tooth for a reason."
He smiled that wicked smile that always made Xander go weak at the knees before pressing the key into the lock.
"So, you put the key in just about this far and then give it a little bump." Spike demonstrated, pushing the key in before hitting it lightly. "Hear that click, pet?"
Xander nodded wildly, sure he heard the tiniest of clicks from the lock.
"Push it the rest of the way in, turn and…" Spike turned the key and the door of the basement swung open.
"Wow," Xander gasped in awe. "That is so cool."
"Sure is," Spike nearly purred. "And all the houses on this block have the same locking systems."
"So you could get into any house on this block?"
"Any I want to."
Xander just about to respond to that, wondering what they might do if he invited Spike in, when a loud crash, followed by some very colorful shouting erupted from inside Xander's house.
"Maybe, we should head over to my house for a bit, Xan. What do you say?"
Xander didn't have to say anything. He simply smiled, turned, and walked to the house next door.
Tbc...
tamingthemuse prompt of "Lockpick".Title: Get In, Get Out
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: #52 - Lockpick
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, daddy!kink, overall dirty!bad!wrongness.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 1,224
Author's Note: This may not technically be lockpicking, but lock bumping actually really works. Scary but true.
Previous Parts.
Thanks to
_sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.Xander sat in the library, pouting for the third day in a row. Spike seemed different somehow, distant and separate. He hated feeling like a girl, whining to himself about why Spike wouldn't touch him or kiss him anymore. There was no more fun studying. It was back to regular studying for the pair.
But what Xander missed the most wasn't the blinding pleasure or the intoxicating pain. He missed his friend.
He could feel the other boy staring at him, watching him, studying him. He should be used to it, Spike used to do it all the time when they'd first started working together. But lately, Xander could hardly get the blond boy to look him in the eye. It was enough to drive a young man mad.
Xander quickly put the finishing touches on his History study notes before handing them over to the waiting tutor.
He watched patiently while Spike looked over the notes, nodding when he was pleased, scowling when he wasn't. Reaching over to take a pencil for some final corrections, Spike's fingers brushed briefly against Xander's and the boy gasped at the first physical contact in so long.
Crystal blue eyes met shocked hazel and both boys froze. Silence stretched out between them until Spike finally smirked.
"Need the pencil if we want to finish this and get home, yeah?"
The smile that spread across Xander's face was blinding and it nearly hurt his cheeks. He quickly handed over the pencil before leaning back in his chair, shifting slightly to ease the pressure of the denim on his suddenly hard cock. He watched quietly as Spike crossed out and corrected, writing in the flowing script that always made Xander smile.
Finally, Spike looked up as he put the pencil down.
"Ready to go?"
"S-s-Sure," the sable-haired boy stammered as he shoved his books and binders in his bag. He jumped up to follow the retreating back of his tutor. They burst through the swinging library doors and made their way through the school. Walking in silence, Xander stole glances at the boy next to him. He couldn't quite get a grasp on Spike's mood swings and he hated trying to guess what was wrong.
Finally, he decided to just go with Willow's suggestion and just ask. It was crazy enough to work.
"Hey, Spike," Xander asked tentatively. "What's up?"
Spike turned to look at him briefly as he continued along the sidewalk. "What's that, pet?"
Xander sighed heavily and tried again. "Ok. I may be way off base here, and that's cool, just tell me and I'll totally back off, 'cause, you know, it's not like we're dating or anything, but things got kinda weird, in a totally cool way. I mean, I was down with the weirdness, in case you couldn't tell. Could you? 'Cause I'd hate to think I sent out mixed signals or anything. I'm pretty sure my signals were of the unmixed variety, because 'Oh, god, yes, yes!' is generally considered positive right? And..."
A strong, cool hand clapped suddenly over Xander's mouth, stemming the tide of babble that poured out of him. They stood like that, in silence for several long minutes.
Finally, Spike asked, "Done now?"
Xander nodded slowly.
"Ready to start over?"
Another nod.
"Slowly and in English this time?"
Another more timid nod.
"Good."
Spike slowly slipped his hand away from the boy's mouth and Xander immediately licked his dry lips with a quick swipe of his pink tongue. He noticed that the azure eyes tracked the movement and he vowed to do it again soon to see if he could get a reaction out of the other boy.
Taking a deep breath, Xander tried again. "Are you mad at me?"
Spike actually looked surprised at the question. "Why would I be mad at you, pet?"
"I don't know," Xander replied, ducking his head to hide his blushing cheeks. A strong finger beneath his chin forced him to look at the other boy. "It's just that," he sighed before forcing himself to continue, "You don't – you know - touch me and stuff anymore. I thought we were cool and I really was ok with our...study sessions. Did I do something wrong?"
Spike stared at the boy for a very long time; at least that's how it felt to Xander. The older boy was thinking hard and Xander began to worry that he'd said too much, pushed too far. Suddenly, Spike barked out a laugh before punching Xander hard on the shoulder.
"You're such a girl," he chided as he turned and began to walk off again.
Xander hurried to catch up. "So, you're not mad at me?"
"No, ducks," Spike answered as he picked up the pace toward home. "Not mad at you. Just needed to sort a few things out is all. Now, come on. We need to get you home."
Xander nearly bounced the rest of the way home, up until he remembered that he had left his keys in his gym locker.
"Spike, I think I left my keys in my locker at school."
"No matter, Xan," Spike answered. "I can get you in." Reaching in his pocket, Spike pulled out a key that looked a lot like Xander's house key.
He gaped at the older boy. "You copied my house key?" he cried.
Spike laughed as he cuffed Xander's head. "No, pillock. It's a bump key."
"What's a bump key?"
"I'll show you," Spike replied, wagging his eyebrows. Xander chuckled and hurried to keep up. As soon as they reached Xander's house, they slipped around the side to enter through the basement just like they'd always done.
Spike held out the key so Xander could see it better. "This key is just like the one you'd use to get in, but it's special," Spike explained. "See this piece cut out here?" Spike pointed to a section that seemed to be worn smooth. Once Xander nodded, he continued. "Locks have tumblers inside, yeah? Keys are meant to turn certain tumblers in a certain order to open the lock. This key is missing a certain tooth for a reason."
He smiled that wicked smile that always made Xander go weak at the knees before pressing the key into the lock.
"So, you put the key in just about this far and then give it a little bump." Spike demonstrated, pushing the key in before hitting it lightly. "Hear that click, pet?"
Xander nodded wildly, sure he heard the tiniest of clicks from the lock.
"Push it the rest of the way in, turn and…" Spike turned the key and the door of the basement swung open.
"Wow," Xander gasped in awe. "That is so cool."
"Sure is," Spike nearly purred. "And all the houses on this block have the same locking systems."
"So you could get into any house on this block?"
"Any I want to."
Xander just about to respond to that, wondering what they might do if he invited Spike in, when a loud crash, followed by some very colorful shouting erupted from inside Xander's house.
"Maybe, we should head over to my house for a bit, Xan. What do you say?"
Xander didn't have to say anything. He simply smiled, turned, and walked to the house next door.
Tbc...
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Date: 2007-07-19 05:05 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2007-07-19 05:10 am (UTC)As sad as it is, I'm trying to get my prompts done so I can be ahead of the game. Especially since Stanzie has a clear view of the next couple of chapters. *g*
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Date: 2007-07-19 05:12 am (UTC)Love your take on the prompt.
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Date: 2007-07-20 01:20 am (UTC)Glad you liked the take on the prompt. It was fun.
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-07-20 01:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-20 04:20 am (UTC)he is my role model.
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Date: 2007-07-19 06:12 am (UTC)So nice that Xander has a place to go when things at home get rough.
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Date: 2007-07-20 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-21 06:59 am (UTC)thankyou