Collective Experience: part five
by Josie_h
Notes

 

The relief of having the party over, saw the trip home requiring a two stops. One to pick up some more liquid refreshment (of the blood variety) for the coming week, and the second so Xander could avoid slamming them both into random stationary objects as Spike freed the driver’s very obvious erection and enveloped it to the back of a cool throat and began to work it expertly. After only two very proficient moves up and down, Xander managed to park in a relatively dark spot in the ‘nicer’ suburb they were traveling through. Making sure the windows were obscured from view at least from one side by the trunk rather large elm, he was silently thankful that windows of houses opposite were out of view behind their own row of trees and it was unlikely that much traffic would come past at this hour.

 

Happy with the stopping point, he adjusted the steering wheel up as far as it would go, pushed the seat back and dropped the backrest to near horizontal. Spike momentarily lost his contact and scowled at the interruption.

 

Noting his friend’s awkward position but obvious annoyance at the break in proceedings, Xander coaxed, “C’mon Spike – the console is no-one’s friend right now. And hey, if you can go top the other way I might be able to return the favor?” Spike saw his friend’s decidedly lusty grin, instantly dropped his own seat back in an effort to get into the rear seat, and somehow divested himself of his pants on the way through. He kissed his partner passionately as he swung around and positioned himself sixty nine fashion using the back seat, door handle and offending consol as support points. As he returned to his task, he felt his own hardness enveloped in a warm and well educated mouth.

 

Spike groaned his pleasure around the warmth in his own throat, eliciting a matching sound when the vibrations heightened the stimulation for his partner, and so was well rewarded by a copycat feeling. Xander moved his hands up to caress and squeeze the tight backside while he felt the soft fuzz of Spike’s sac brush his forehead and nose occasionally. A cool hand snaked under one leg to tickle along his perineum and nudge at his rear entrance. For all the maneuvering, it took only minutes for both parties to succumb to their climaxes. At the first feel of the balls above him lift and twitch in readiness, Xander released stream after stream of his own warm seed into the welcoming mouth, and swallowed the reciprocal cool jets with appreciation.

 

A few quiet, cleansing licks later, his partner lifted off and returned to the passenger side. Spike flopped back into the reclined seat and took up Xander’s hand. Interlocking their fingers he lifted the hand to his mouth and kissed the back gently.

 

“God Spike, that was so… good.”

 

“Wait ‘til we get home mate – told you, bloody marvelous still to come.”

 

Xander let out a needy whimper, “I’m gonna be crap at basketball tomorrow aren’t I.”

 

“Ohh, you bet your tanned ass… Oi just a thing… where’d you put that FedEx’d box you got on Friday?”  

 

His now sated and rather sleepy partner replied, “Oh um, I’d almost forgotten, pushed it in the hall cupboard, out of the way.”

 

“You open it, luv?”

 

“Just said I forgot, what’s it to you?”

 

“Oh nothin’, jus’ curious I guess.” Xander had relaxed totally, closing his good eye and therefore missed the very wicked twinkle in the blue eyes of his soon to be quite marvelous lover.

 

They eventually returned to the apartment, arriving back at the door looking decidedly more disheveled than when they had departed.

 

Spike led his partner to the bedroom and pushed him back to rest on the bed and removed the loafers and socks.

 

“Shower pet?”

 

“Wha’? Oh! Yeah of course… um” Xander began to sit up but stopped staring at his partner a little sheepishly, “Are you coming… I mean will you come in too?”

 

“‘Course.” With that Spike hauled up his friend up to sit on the edge of the bed, then with a deliberately evocative stare, stood within touching distance and stripped slowly in front of his partner. As Xander finally succumbed to temptation and reached out his hand to caress, Spike spun around and headed for the bathroom.

 

Standing under the hot jet of water face tilted to take the full pressure from the faucet, the vampire felt rather than saw his partner enter the shower behind him.

 

He felt a warm slippery body spoon him from behind, erection obviously hard on his back. Two warm hands covered in liquid soap began sliding up and down his torso. A soapy hand stroked over Spike’s sex and Xander rubbed his own erection gently up and down Spike’s crack in time with the pace of his hand…

 

Spike leaned forward and braced himself hands on the wall. The nudging and fisting continued still without penetration of any kind. He needed more, trying to push back and force the issue a little, he finally gave in.

 

“Oh Guhhh! Xan, please, please!!  C’mon luv! Need you…. in me… need you.”

 

Xander finally relented, grabbed some conditioner from the soap rack applied the makeshift lube and drove in with one resounding stroke.

 

Spike hissed at the intrusion, stilled, then pushed back. His partner responded by matching the rhythm of his hand. His own arousal at fever pitch, he knew it would not be long until he came, so sped up his ministrations until he could hear Spike begin to pant. Feeling his own climax approaching, he bit down hard on the vampire’s neck and thrust in hard.  Spike tipped over the edge, arched back and splattered cold seed on the wall of the shower. The internal spasm drove Xander over the edge and Spike was rewarded the feeling of pulsing and a warm wash inside his rear channel.

He stood upright after a few long seconds, Xander still embedded, and threw his arms up behind his lover’s head and pulled him around for an awkward kiss.

 

“Oh pet… Hmmmmmmm” As Xander put his arms around the slim waist and hugged him close the vampire, began a strong purr.

 

Purr-er and purr-ie stood hugging and rocking in the afterglow until the water ran cold.

 

A few minutes later, sitting side by side on the bed wrapped in fluffy bath towels, Spike patted his partner’s leg.

 

“Stay there for a mo.” He stood and wandered out to retrieve the FedEx parcel from the hall cupboard. He returned to drop the box on the bed next to his partner.

 

“Spike? What the?”

 

“Aren’t you curious?”

 

“Sure but I thought we were… you know on the way to all naked again and…” Xander stared pointedly at his own groin.

 

“Oh we are pet just…..” he prodded the box again.

 

Xander sat up with a put upon groan, pulled the delivery closer and noted that the box had a simple PO Box Number as the return address. Intent upon his task, he missed seeing the twinkle in his partner’s eye. Xander pushed away the packing and then gasped as he began lifting out the contents. He read the note “Beware the Ides of March, S”, then began extracting the items. Toys of all descriptions, and not dissimilar to the ones they had in Boston with a few classic additions..

 

Hand made leather riding crop, wrist *and* ankle manacles, two flavors of lube, one cinnamon body oil, one white chocolate body paint, remote control vibrating butt plug (medium), one medium gel butt plug, one long silk scarf, two different styles of cock ring, two black thongs cut for men, a glass dildo similar to the one in Boston and one deep probe.

 

“God Spike what did you do?? Are we opening a franchise for Joy Enterprises or something?!”

 

“Nahh pet, just figured you might need some supplies for when I got here. Didn’t expect to be here quite so quickly but…. Well there you have it.”

 

Xander was putting all the items carefully on or in the side table within easy reach.

 

“So pet, you up for the one minute game?”

 

“The wha..?”

 

“One minute game… let me explain…”

 

“Same old rules ‘cept bloke on bloke.”

 

Spike observed that there was still *no* sign of comprehension from Xander.

 

“You know?! Uugh! The ‘One. Minute. Game’??! Oh Harris, where the hell have you been in your thirty somethin’ years… a bloody nunnery??!” Spike sighed very audibly. “Alright…. You get one minute to bring your partner to climax, once the minute is up, they get a go. First one to bring off their partner in the sixty seconds wins. And a couple of extras – just for you lover – anything goes but no riding or personal penetration until the eighth round, hence” Spike made a grandiose gesture indicating the toys, “ the purchases. Once a toy is in use you can’t remove it only the other person can if they wish. Oh, and no cheatin’ like ticklin’ and such when you’re the receiver.” Xander suddenly had a fond memory of a certain basement dart game with a (very ticklish) short haired blonde vampire many years earlier, and smiled broadly.

 

“Thought you always said rules were made for breaking Mr Tickles.” And to emphasize his point Xander dove onto his partner, pinning him as best a human might and began tormenting his lover with lightening fingers over ribs and under armpits.

 

“Gahhhh, get off you git!” The words were sincere but had no effect, his partner’s teasing grin accompanying the irritating fingertips that had found their new mark and began to mercilessly tickle his inner thigh. Spike finally relented and with pure vampire speed and maneuvering, spun them both, and flipped Xander onto his back with Spike lying on top. Xander’s arms were pinned above his head by one pale hand while the other had grabbed his balls and squeezed.

 

Saffron eyes and fangs greeted his surprised stare as he was told, “I. Said. No. Tickling!”

 

Xander still grinned as he noted the vampire breathing unnecessarily from the previous excitement “Alright, Alright! Alright!!!”  He was released from the hold, “But let me get this straight… sixty second and anything goes (except for the obvious).”  

 

“Now you’re gettin’ it.”

 

“And no toy removal”

 

“None.”

 

“You want to bet on who comes first – ‘cause gotta say Bleach boy I am *so* gonna win this one.” He was considering the ‘came twice already’ factor and had decided that for once, human frailty and turn around time might actually be an advantage.

 

Spike smiled broadly, “You win, I wear spandex bike shorts and an orange shirt to the racket club thing tomorrow night.”

 

Xander got the visual and managed to grind out a joyous “Ho yeah!!” amongst his giggles.

 

“I win, *I* win….. you listenin you git ‘cause I *am* gonna win…... You better bloody well stop laughin’ Harris, t’weren’t *that* funny,” Spike looked a little nonplussed then continued with a pout, “ ‘S a matter o’ fact I reckon I’d pull up just fine in that clobber… Oh come *on*!”

 

Xander finally tempered his mirth when he detected Spike’s genuine annoyance. He pulled his partner down for a passionate kiss, said a heartfelt “Sorry I’m listening,” then waited for the flip side of the bet.

 

“I win you wear the butt plug to work… all day.”

 

Xander was immediately reminded of a certain encounter with some beads and a shopping adventure in Boston and winced. “You can’t be serious.”

 

“On both counts. Man o’ honor, you swear, I swear then the games begin.”

 

Xander thought for a few seconds, “You’re on, so who goes first?”

 

“Coin”

 

“What?”

 

“Bloody hell Harris, coin…. Flip a coin, call it for who gets to call the starting roles – like cricket… fair play and all that…!”

 

“And yet again I marvel at the polite vampire and rules of high tea!.... OK, heads”

 

Spike grabbed a quarter from the small pile of change on the side table and flipped the coin.

 

“Heads it is. I am at your mercy.” He fell onto his back in the middle of the large bed, flicking away his towel in the process, and waited in his naked glory for a rather bemused Xander to decide what to do.

 

“I get to play with you first.”

 

“Right then”

 

After some seconds Spike heard a plaintive “Have we started cause, um…”

 

“No Harris,” Spike sighed but took pity on his confused partner, “Turn that damned alarm clock around so’s we can see, collect what you need, then we both call ‘go’ yeah…. Oh, and from the first go on, you only have 20 seconds to start, OK?”

 

“Yeah sure… um….”

 

#Round 1

 

They both nodded and the clock started. If Xander was obviously excited by the game rules, Spike made no comment since his partner was busy making his life… fun!

 

Xander began as he had in their lovemaking many times before, kissing passionately (reciprocated which was a relief), laving nipples and nipping at the offered pale neck. His move to spend time at the flat stomach and navel was costly time-wise, and just as the hands went to grasp the fuzzy sac, Spike called time. Xander fell on his back with thoughts of what he might do next.

 

#

 

Like every experienced Chess player, Spike knew he had a number of ‘interesting’ rounds before checkmate, so he picked up the cinnamon oil and poured a generous amount onto the submitted torso. Undulating and rubbing his own body up and down the front and side of the well oiled human, he began to caress around the groin areas with his hands but never settled to touch the now rock hard sex.

 

In the last fifteen seconds of his time he pulled off to paint ‘S 4 X’ in white chocolate on the belly of his host then gently licking it off again. Time was called.

 

#Round 2

 

Xander was (despite his earlier relief) marble hard when he tried to sit up, he decided that Spike was obviously an Olympian at this event as in so many others, so would try to follow his strategic lead.

 

He matched the cinnamon, the licking, the tweaking, the chocolate, stroke for stroke, but became so involved in the ‘X [hearts] S’  chocolate tattoo that he missed his partner calling time and was finally pushed off with a semi frustrated “OK pet you made your point…. My turn!”

 

#

 

Spike expertly used the oil on his partner’s body and began a deep, almost painful, massage of the inner thighs, finally leaving off with one hand only for it to stretch to reach Xander’s nipples and tweak hard, flicking and pinching again.

 

He relentlessly tweaked the nipples but moved his mouth swallowed his partner’s leaking sex to the back of his throat and sucked as only a vampire might.

 

Xander was groaning his difficulty at holding his release when a strangely welcomed helper arrived. In the last few moments of his ‘time’, Spike expertly attached a very adequate leather harness to cock and balls.

 

Xander yelled his protest then gave a mild sigh of relief… thinking that in a strange way Spike might be helping him to win!

 

 

#Round 3

 

Xander was hard and restrained and… had decided that his partner should be the same!

 

He began by laving all the sensitive spots he knew, then began to mouth the already erect member, licking and sucking with few other thoughts than his own need and the relative beauty of the musculature of the person under him.

 

He picked up the restraint, but was side tracked by the various efforts to keep the vampire’s erection ‘going’ and the thought that a hot mouth might just be able to pull the vampire to completion… Unfortunately seconds were lost and rather than ‘restraining’ his partner, the time was called and Xander handed over control.

 

 

#

 

Spike watched as his partner gave in to the game rules and roll onto his back.

 

The vampire smiled… and began again.

 

This time he took up valuable time to extract the probe from its packing and extra seconds to lube the toy. He noted that the wait seemed to heighten his partner’s interest rather than letting it wilt – but then that may have been the cock ring…. Wicked thoughts abounded…

 

He slid his mouth over his partner’s already hard sex and sucked *hard* base to tip at the same time penetrating with the lubed probe. He knew the prostate had been found almost instantly. Watching as his partner arched from the bed. He knew at that moment that the climax normally should have occurred (without the restraint) and wondered idly if a dry orgasm had ensued.

 

He continued the leisurely rhythm with probe and mouth while Xander writhed but as yet, did not beg, until time was called.

 

#Round 4

 

Xander was almost beyond thought and ready to plead to lose as time was called… and for some seconds lay dazed then moved into action.

 

He grabbed the *other* restraint and snapped it around Spike’s marble hard erection with a sense of joy that had more to do with retribution than winning the game.

 

He took Spike’s now trussed erection into his mouth and teased his tongue all the way to the leather and back, then set up a steady rhythm. At the same time he took the lube in a shaky hand, flipped the top up and squeezed a generous dollop onto the fingers of his other hand.

 

He found Spike’s rear entrance and pushed in with one then two fingers enjoying the distinctive twitch of the member in his mouth as the prostrate was targeted, but all too soon the minute was called.

 

#

 

Spike was thoroughly enjoying himself, and whooped with glee as his turn came again.

 

“You bastard…. that can’t have been a minute!”

 

“Check the time pet – ‘s all fair, now c’mon on your front and show me that pretty rear o’ yours.”

 

Xander reluctantly rolled over but at least there was a little friction against his trussed, and now very red, arousal.

 

The sharp sting of a riding crop, albeit struck very lightly, had him lifting up and about to roll over again.

 

“Hey!!”

 

Spike leaned down next to his good eye and licked around the shell of his ear, then whispered, “All’s fair in love and war pet and that was just a taster to let you know what’s to come… Now lift up onto you knees a bit luv… that’s it.”

 

Xander’s backside stung only a little now but his erection was on fire and he realized with a little embarrassment, that his body had reacted to the sting almost enthusiastically. He buried his face into the pillow and presented his behind.

 

Spike had lost precious seconds but knew it was worth it, so quickly lubed the ‘Asshaker’ and slid it into his partner, angled it to the prostate then cranked up the vibrations. Spike was rewarded by the brunette’s muffled cry and noted that the pillow was being strangled by the two hands grabbing fistfuls of the stuffing and twisting to ride out the stimulation in his rear.

 

Spike took the riding crop and lightly dragged it along underneath Xander until it brushed gently over the cherry red head and along his shaft. He remained content to tease up and down the tortured member with the leather end and listened to Xander whimper in frustration. In the last ten seconds of the round he heard it…. “Please Spike, please just let me come please!”

 

He grinned flicked off the vibrations leaving the plug in place and called time.

  

#Round 5 - Xander

 

It took Xander all of the twenty allowed seconds to recover enough to sit up and another fifteen to start his own round. He knew his imagination was a little challenged but he did manage to grab the red fluffy handcuffs on the side table and clicked them around his partner’s slim wrists.

 

“Let’s see how you do after this buddy boy!”

 

As he shifted around he felt the butt plug push against his prostate again, cursed at the fact it was still in place and groaned as he realized that the vibrations would be an obvious addition to each round for him from now on.

 

“Well come on you git. You gonna do sommit with me or what?”

 

Realizing he was spending valuable time staring into space pondering his own fate instead of trying to win, he dove onto his partner and began to rub their erections together. After a few second he became painfully aware of his strategic error as the activity stimulated not just Spike but both of then in equal measure, he pulled off and spent the last ten seconds of his time taking Spike as deep into his throat as he could and humming to enhance the stimulation.

 

He groaned and lay on his back again as time was called, knowing he was losing badly.

 

#

 

Spike was still cuffed, so he flicked on the vibrations to high and chose to caress his prone partner’s straining hardness with the fuzz on the cuffs, then scrape down gently with the short chain. The slow rhythm and maddening contrast of textures had Xander squirming again.

 

Spike watched the clock. At the thirty second mark he straddled Xander’s thighs, caressed the balls with still cuffed hands, leaned forward and deep throated the impossibly hard erection.

 

Xander arched almost off the bed as his partner began a suction only a vampire would be capable of achieving.

 

After three passes of the skilled mouth, the unbelievable stimulation of his nether regions simply became too much.

 

“Please! Please!! Please!!!.... Spike, let me come, I lose! Gahhhh!!.....Please let me come! Please!!”

 

Spike released the suction momentarily, removed the restraint with a quick flick of the leather, and returned to his task. After only one more pass, Xander felt the most extraordinary tingle begin in at his knees travel to his loins and burst there. He screamed his completion, shot stream after stream of hot seed into the mouth engulfing him and finally passed out.

 

Spike released his now sleeping partner, switched off the plug and removed it, found the cuff keys and released himself, then flicked off his own restraint, and brought himself off quickly. He wandered to the bathroom and cleaned off, returning to bed with a fresh towel for addressing any residual ‘wet stuff’.

 

Xander came to for long enough to register that Spike was pulling up the covers and snuggling into his side, and gave in once more to sated slumber.

 

The following day Spike held him to his bet.

 

He managed to control his reaction to the insertion around colleagues despite the desire to groan as he settled into the driver’s seat of the car, or whenever he had to leave or return to his office chair, or walk, or generally move at all! *And there’s a basketball match tonight.* Xander thought. He shook his head and sighed his own stupidity as he remembered, Spike had only suggested the game, it was he who had initiated the bet.

 

 

 

Collective Experience: part six

 

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