TRIPPING
2
by
Maz
Spike leaned
back against the pillows and watched the dark head bury itself in his groin.
Xander lay beside his hip, one arm hugging his upper leg, the other resting
across his stomach. Once assured that Xander was not going to do anything
stupid with his teeth, he relaxed and enjoyed the ride. As blow jobs went it
was more enthusiastic than skilled and was unlikely to get him off fast, but
that was fine. The boy would probably not come down for a few hours so Spike
was in no tearing rush. He reached over to the table by the bed and picked up
the book he had been reading that morning before he went to sleep, and the
bottle of whisky left from his first arrival back in Sunnydale. His food seemed
to be having fun. It would be a shame to interrupt him.
Spike read and
smoked and drank and enjoyed the insatiable little cock sucker attached to his
prick, who was obviously off in a world of his own.
With that
thought a hint of annoyance intruded. He was not trying to get Spike off. Who
did he think he was? Selfish sod. Prolonged pleasure was one thing, but
eventually the object of the exercise was the building up and then release of
tension. He might as well be a dildo or a sweet lolly in the boy's mouth. He
began to think of other places he could put his cock, where he would be in
control. He stubbed out his cigarette, dropped the empty bottle on the floor
and threw the book back on the side table.
Xander mewled
as he grabbed the boy's legs and dragged him nearer, as if afraid his oral
fixation was about to be interrupted. But once Spike had him in position, he
settled again with his head now resting on Spike's hip instead of his stomach,
and returned to his self appointed obsession.
Spike pried
off Xander's shoes and socks, loosened his jeans and with his unconscious
co-operation got them hauled down and off. He reached back to the side table
and searched among the junk in the drawer, throwing empty cigarette packets, a
couple of screwdrivers, a doll's dress, candle stubs and rubbish Dru had picked
up and saved for who knows what reason, onto the floor until his hand closed
around the jar of Vaseline. Pulling it out he opened the cap and took a large
dollop onto his fingers. Placing the open jar under the pillow for safety, he
reached over to Xander's arse. Carefully, so as not to alarm the lad, he ran
his fingers down his crack, rubbing soothingly up and down, over the pucker to
his balls and back. Xander moaned, causing Spike to shiver, and spread his
legs. Spike pressed against the ring of muscle. Xander squirmed. Rubbing
gently, he felt the boy relax into this new source of pleasure as his drug
soaked brain registered no threat. He pushed his finger inside, slowly, slowly.
Xander moaned again. He rotated his finger, searching for the nub. When he
found it he pressed gently and Xander bucked his body, screaming around Spike's
cock, but not releasing it. 'Single minded little bugger, aren't you?' he
thought.
He pulled the
finger out and gathered more of the grease from Xander's crack. He pushed two
fingers inside and stroked the nub. Xander jerked his body up onto the fingers
and then down to press his own cock against the bed, gasping and almost losing
his suck toy, before settling again. Spike worked his fingers, avoiding the prostate
now, concentrating on loosening the ring and making sure it was well covered
with Vaseline. As a fledge he had once buggered a man dry, caught up in the
undisciplined bloodlust of youth. It had not been easy or pleasurable - at
least not until there was sufficient blood in the mix to lubricate his
movements and while he still fully intended to eat Xander later, he wanted to
enjoy every minute of this kill.
Xander was
squirming continuously now, so Spike rewarded him by pushing three fingers in,
up against his hot spot and rubbing firmly. This time Xander did scream as he
raised his head and arched his back, pushing his arse up into Spike's hand.
Spike spread his fingers in the hole, massaging the ring to stretch it wide. He
moved around so he was kneeling above the boy and shoved a pillow under his
hips. Grabbing the Vaseline he got another dollop out and spread it over his
wet and mouth-warmed erection. It didn't want to mix with the saliva, but he
got enough to stay on. Then he positioned himself, removed his fingers,
replacing them immediately with his cock and pushed in with a single long,
smooth stroke. Xander arched again, obviously not sure which way he wanted to
move - back onto Spike or down onto the bed.
Spike grabbed the boy's arms and with one hand held his wrists at the small of his back, took hold of a hip with the other, and started to thrust.