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I cooked this little baby up as a birthday present for my lovely lovely zoesmith.  It was supposed to be a fanged four, cause I know how you love that sweetie, but I sat down to write it and stared at my screen for like 10 minutes and came up with nothing.  Nothing.  At all.  Except this.  And I know you like the Worlds Apart boys, so I hope that you'll find this an acceptable offering :)

I know her birthday isn't until next week, but I finished it, and I don't want to forget to post it in the hectic pre-Christmas weekend, so here it is a few days early.  Hope you have a good one on the 26th baby girl!

Also, don't kill me.  I know at the start you're going to be thinking, 'Oh, God Angel, just put on a dress and get it over with'.  But hopefully by the end he's recovered a little dignity :)

Title:  Post Worlds Apart Ficlet #2:  Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Spike/Angel

Summary:  Angel gives Spike something he’s been wanting

Rating:  Adult

A/N:  Takes place in my Worlds Apart universe, after the story

Special thank you to 

purpledodah for gift ideas, lessons in bezels and goofy lines about knickers :)

Birthday Surprise

 

Angel was nervous.  He knew it was silly, but that didn’t stop the feelings. 

He’d taken the night off work, but hadn’t told Spike about it, hoping to surprise his boyfriend.  It was Spike’s birthday today, and Angel wanted to give him a present he would remember.

Spike had been working all day and Angel was supposed to be working that night.  He was supposed to be at Caritas until after two in the morning, so they were planning to celebrate Spike’s birthday tomorrow with a quiet afternoon together and then out for dinner and maybe some dancing with Wesley. 

That ‘with Wesley’ part of the day had been a huge concession for Angel, seeing as how he hadn’t entirely come to terms with the night they had all shared a couple of months ago.  No mention of that time had been made since, and Spike hadn’t spent any time with his partner outside of work, and all that avoiding the subject was making Angel more apprehensive than if Spike had suggested fucking with Wes on a daily basis.

But when Angel had asked Spike what he wanted for his birthday, and Spike had replied that he wanted nothing but Angel, Angel knew he was lying.  He knew that Spike missed his best friend, and while a part of him was glad that the two seemed to be losing some of their closeness, there was a smaller, nobler part that he sometimes wished he could get rid of, that didn’t want his lover hurting.

So he suggested that Spike call Wes, and that the three of them go out together to celebrate.  And he was pretty sure that Spike understood that he meant it in a platonic way.  Of course, even if Spike didn’t understand that, he would be hard pressed to argue.

But that was tomorrow’s problem.

Now it was 6:30 in the evening, and the birthday boy should have been getting home from work any minute now.  Angel was no cook, but he had tried his best.  The kitchen still showed the scars of his efforts to cook a lasagne for his lover, and he desperately hoped that his efforts would prove worthwhile. 

7:00pm came and went, and Angel turned off the stove for fear of burning his hard-worked-for meal, but left the dish in the oven to keep warm, knowing that Spike should be there any second.

8:00pm rolled around, and Angel began to get concerned.  Spike’s shift ended at six o’clock.  He should have been home long ago.  What if something happened to him?  What if he’d been hurt?  These were thoughts that were never far from Angel’s mind, being the boyfriend of a police officer.  He considered phoning the station, to find out if Spike was alright, but managed to stop himself, knowing that Wesley would call him if anything was wrong.

Nine, then ten then eleven o’clock came and went, and Angel’s concern turned to anger.  Spike was obviously alright, or he would have heard something by now.  He had told Angel he was coming straight home after his shift, and he had lied.

How many other times had Spike told this same lie? Angel wondered.  The only reason he was caught this time is that Angel was at Spike’s apartment, waiting, to see him not be there like he’d promised.

With the sudden clarity that could only come from someone who had worked hard to impress someone they loved only to not have the hard work recognised, Angel knew that Spike was cheating.  All those nights that Angel was working at the bar and Spike said he was home, waiting for him, Spike had been out.  With someone else.  And it didn’t take much imagination to figure out who.

Angel heard a key in the lock at half eleven, and was eternally grateful that he wasn’t wearing an apron and oven mitts and standing in the kitchen with a hurt expression when Spike walked in and he said, “You could have called.”

He did however get up from the table where he’d been sitting, went the oven to check on it’s contents, and sighed before slamming the oven door on his hopelessly burnt supper.

Spike raised his eyebrow as he entered his apartment, holding open the door for Wes to come in after him, wondering what Liam was doing there, and why, exactly he was in trouble.  It wasn’t new, really.  He was usually in at least a little bit of trouble, but he found he could get out if it easier if he knew exactly what the trouble was all about.

In this case, he had absolutely no clue.

“Liam?” he asked, as he crossed the kitchen to his lover, wrapping his arms around him, trying to suss out the problem.  “What are you doing here?”  Spike kissed him softly on the back of the neck before the larger man pulled out of the embrace and turned to stare at both him and Wesley.

Once Angel had seen the second man enter the apartment, if he had had any doubts about what Spike had been up to, he didn’t anymore.

“And what do you mean, ‘I could have called’?  I didn’t even know you were here pet.  You said you’d be working all night.”  Spike reached out a hand to Liam only to have it ignored.

“I did, didn’t I?  And you said you’d be coming home straight after work and waiting for me.”  Angel answered, looking caught between anger and desperation.  “Looks like we both lied.”

And then it clicked into place for Spike.  Liam thought he had lied to him so that he could go out with Wesley.  “No pet.  You’ve got it wrong,” Spike protested, calmly.  “Was planning on coming straight home, but then some guys at the station wanted to take me out for a couple of beers, and I kind of lost track of time.  When I realised how late it was I got Wes to drive me home, knowing you’d be getting here soon, and I wanted to be home for you.”

Angel remained unconvinced.

“It’s true, Angel,” Wesley added, knowing exactly what was going through the young man’s head, as he would have had those same thoughts had their positions in Spike’s life been reversed.  “He wanted to get home for you, and he had too much to drink to drive himself, so he asked me.  Perhaps I should have just called him a taxi,” he finished, taking in the soft lighting and music and table set for two.  “Perhaps it was too soon to want to be alone together.”

Wes took a step back to grab the door handle and pull it open, ready to leave.  “Too soon for you anyway,” he added quietly, irritated with the demands Angel had put on his relationship with Spike, but still wanting his friend to be happy.

“Wes,” he was stopped at he door by Spike’s voice. “We’ll see you tomorrow.” 

That told him what he needed to know.  He still wasn’t close enough with the couple to be there for the argument and the make-up that would inevitably follow, but he wasn’t so far outside that Spike didn’t still want to spend his birthday with him.  It was enough.

“Happy birthday, Spike,” Wesley said, smiling tightly and exited the apartment, leaving the other two men alone.

Spike shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the rack by the door and toed off his shoes before looking around his apartment at the romantic set-up that Angel had obviously gone to considerable trouble for.

“All this for me?” he asked, moving once again into the kitchen to stand closer to Liam.

Angel scowled and looked down at the oven, containing the burnt remnants of his hard work.  “It was,” he bit out.  “If you’d been home earlier.”

Spike sighed.  “Pet, you can’t honestly be angry with me here.  I had no idea what you were planning.”  He turned his lover to face him, and placed an owning hand on his hip, running it up and down the younger man’s side.

“If I’d thought even for a second that I had this to come home to I would have ditched the guys and broke every traffic law there is to get to you.”  He felt a little of the tension leave Liam, and leaned in tentatively to kiss him on the lips, hoping his gesture wouldn’t be denied. 

He closed his eyes and grinned, taking a deep, happy breath through his nose as the kiss was returned, even if not quite as enthusiastically as it was given. 

Spike pulled back and offered Liam an apologetic smile, taking him by the hand and pulling him to the living room to sit next to him on the couch.

“Spike,” Angel protested.  “I really should get the kitchen cleaned up.  Some of that is really burnt on there, and I should at least start it soaking.”

Spike shook his head.  “Don’t care,” he said, pressing his lips to Liam’s again.  “Let’s worry about that tomorrow.  I’m sure we can think of better things that need taking care of tonight.”

He grabbed hold of one of Liam’s hands and placed it in his lap, smashing it up against his very prominent erection, and groaned at the contact.  All the kissing and the romantic mood his boyfriend had set up, not to mention all the alcohol he had consumed, were more than enough to get him in the mood for something besides arguing and dishes.  Not to mention the evening’s prior activities, but he wouldn’t be telling Liam about that if he knew what was good for him.

Angel pulled his hand back as soon as it made contact.  He was still a little upset.  Even if there was in entirely innocent reason for Spike being late home (which he still wasn’t entirely convinced of), he would like for his efforts to at least be acknowledged, even if the result was less than ideal.  But he clearly wasn’t dealing with sweet, understanding, romantic Spike.  He was dealing with drunk, horny, desperate Spike, and he knew anything he said was likely only motivated by wanting to relieve the pressure in his balls.

Oh, well.  If he was still that horny at least it meant he hadn’t fucked Wesley. 

Spike tried to shake off a little bit of his daze and concentrate on what Liam needed from him.  Because if Liam didn’t get what he needed, Spike sure as hell wouldn’t be getting what he needed. 

Almost before he had finished the thought, he knew he was being an ass.  Liam was important.  Liam’s feelings and needs and every whim should be acknowledged and catered to because he was lovely and sweet and precious and a million other things, and Spike loved him.

“What is it, pet?” Spike asked, backing off and actually taking the time to find out why Liam was so upset and what he could do to fix it.  “I’m sorry I’m late, but I already told you I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“I know.  And it was dumb of me to get mad about that.  I just went to so much trouble for you, and you didn’t even care that it was all for nothing, and I was sitting at home waiting, and you were out doing God knows what, and I thought… Well you know what I thought.  And then Wes came with you and… I guess I overreacted.”

“Yeah, you did, a bit.  But I do understand, love,” Spike told him, and was surprised when Liam reached out his hand to join one of Spike’s on the couch cushion between them.

“And I’m sorry.  The first thing I should have said when I walked through that door tonight was ‘thank you’.  So, thank you, sweetheart.  For all this,” he said as he nodded around the room.  Oh God.  Dinner, music, candles… poor Liam.  “It really is one of the nicest things anybody has ever done for me.  Even if I did mess the whole thing up.  I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Angel told him, squeezing his hand a little bit.  “You didn’t know.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Angel asked, in what he hoped was a casual manner, “So, do you go out with the guys… often?”

Spike screwed up his face, unsure where Liam was going with this.  “Uh, not what you’d call often, no.  But every once in a while we stop for a bite or a pint after work.  Why?”

So maybe Angel hadn’t been that far off the mark earlier.  Maybe Spike was seeing Wes more often than he was letting on.  Maybe some of those times that Spike ‘stopped for a bite with the guys’ was more like Spike and Wes sharing a meal in a cozy little corner somewhere.

Okay, now he was being ridiculous.  He knew that couldn’t possibly be true.  Even if Spike and Wes did spend time together Angel knew, absolutely knew, without a doubt, that nothing was going on.  Once in a while, in the heat of the moment, yes, Angel could see Spike weakening, and doing something to hurt them both, but he had enough faith in the relationship, in Spike, to know that he wouldn’t ever premeditate unfaithfulness. 

Still, that didn’t rule out something happening, say on a night like tonight, when Spike and Wes and their friends were out together, drinking and laughing and Angel was the furthest thing from his mind, and that delicious way Wesley had of looking innocent and sexy all at the same time started to drive Spike a little bit crazy.

“So, you and Wes spending a lot of time together then?” Angel asked, still trying to play it cool.  “That’s good.  I’m glad.  You should have some company at night when I have to work.  After all, I’ve got Lindsey during the day when you’re working.”  Angel was incredibly proud of himself for sounding like he actually meant that crap.

“Again, pet, not a lot of time together.  And what exactly do you mean by company?  And what the bloody hell do you mean, you’ve got Lindsey?  Got him how?”  It had never occurred to Spike before to be jealous of Angel’s very attractive best friend and roommate, and honestly it didn’t really occur to him now either.  He knew the kid was as straight as they came, and knew Liam wasn’t the type to stray, so he knew he had nothing to be worried over.  But hearing Liam put the friendship in such suggestive terms pissed him off.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Angel said.  Then he looked down wearing a sheepish smile, knowing he was caught out in his horribly embarrassing attempt to make Spike feel some of what he felt. 

“Aright, so maybe I did.  But try to think about how I feel.  Imagine what’s going through my head when you’re out with your friends and Wes is there, and he’s being all… sexy, and I’m not around.  I mean, why shouldn’t you tempted to fool around a little?  You’re in a public place, you know you can’t take it too far, besides, you’ve already done way more with my blessing, so why shouldn’t you think it was okay?”

“But it’s not okay is it?”  Spike waited for Liam to shake his head slightly in the negative before he continued.  “That’s why I wouldn’t think so.  And that’s why I wouldn’t do it.  Besides, Wes would never touch me with any of the guys from work around.  He wouldn’t want that secret to get out.”

“What, they don’t know he likes guys?  Why would they care?  They know about you, right?”  The last question was rhetorical, only asked to emphasise his point.  He had met some of Spike’s colleagues and he knew they knew Spike had a boyfriend.

Spike laughed.  “No, it’s not that, and yes they do know he bats for both sides, like me.  Just… how should I put this?  Wes wouldn’t want to sully his reputation by letting it known that he and I had ever… you know.” 

He scooted a little closer to Liam on the couch, tracing feather-soft fingertip touches over the younger man’s thigh, and mentally sighing in relief when he wasn’t rebuffed.  “Fact is love, before you were in the picture it wasn’t exactly a mark of honour to be one of my cast offs, be yet another person that wasn’t good enough for me.  And Wes wouldn’t want people to think he belongs to that club.”

“But he isn’t.  I mean, doesn’t.  Whatever,” Angel said, sitting up a little straighter, but not removing his leg from Spike’s increasingly roving hand.  “He’s not just somebody you – fucked,” he spit the word out, almost choking on it, “and then didn’t care about anymore.  You… you love him.”  And if Angel had thought the word fuck had been difficult…

Spike took his own hand back then, running both hands across his face so that his fingertips settled on his temples, trying to relieve the headache he didn’t even have yet, but knew he would, soon.

They had been together three months, and Spike had screwed up one time.  One time.  And it hadn’t even been such a bad screw up.  He had managed to put a stop to things before anything happened that he knew he would regret.  The rest was all Liam’s doing.  Or, that’s what Spike told himself so he could sleep a little better when his lover started to get jealous over nothing.

So he had made one little mistake.  Okay, two if you counted that first time with Wes, and now it seemed like Liam was never going to trust him.  He wasn’t sure what he would have to do get Liam to believe that he came first, and Spike would never do anything to hurt him.

Well, you could try not getting caught naked in bed with another man, a snarky little voice inside his head piped up.  So fine, his boyfriend’s insecurities were mostly Spike’s fault, he knew that, and he really was sorry about everything he had done to make Liam feel like anything less that the most important person in the world.

They had both known that this relationship wouldn’t be easy, but had both jumped into it head first, regardless. 

“No, he wasn’t a meaningless fuck, and yes, I love him,” Spike told his lover, frankly.  “But what you’ve got remember, Liam, is that when it came down to it, I made a choice.  I chose you.  I haven’t regretted that.  Wes lost and you won, and that’s what he doesn’t want getting out.”

“I know.  Really, I do.  The whole fucked up situation is just something that’s going to take a while for me to feel alright with.  And I had just hoped that tonight could be special.”  Angel was planning on giving Spike a gift that he thought was pretty special later on, and he wanted the whole evening to go along with it.  Now that the first part of the night was ruined he wasn’t sure he was in the mood to go through with the rest.  Maybe he’d wait for another time.

“Still could be,” Spike whispered seductively as he leaned in to breathe hot breath into Liam’s ear before licking his tongue around the outside and biting gently on the lobe.

Then he pulled back, saying seriously, “And I swear to you Angel, I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy.  You just let me know what.”

Angel smiled, thrilled at the promise.  “You already do Spike.  But if I think of anything else, I’ll let you know.  Oh, wait, I’ve got it!  Maybe you could get me a new car.  Or, no, a big screen television for my place.  That would really help me feel better.”  He was laughing so much he didn’t have the chance to duck out of the way of Spike’s hand as it softly caught him in the side of the head and pushed him down on the couch.

Spike chuckled at Angel’s good mood and responded with, “A big screen telly eh?  So, what?  You and Lindsey can curl up and watch girly movies together?”

Angel kept laughing as he righted himself and dove straight for Spike’s vulnerable belly, mercilessly digging his fingers into the sides, up and down the ribs, cackling madly as Spike desperately tried to fight him off.

“Alright, alright,” Spike managed to get out between deep bursts of laughter that left him breathless.  “I give up. Stop tickling me.  Please.  I’ll do anything.”

Angel stopped his fingers but didn’t get up from on top of Spike, who was currently pinned to the couch beneath him.  “Anything huh?” Angel asked, pressed their lips together in a hard and passionate kiss that had Spike moaning in relief and pleasure.

Then Angel stopped the kiss, smiling at Spike’s pout at the lack of lips on his own and said, “How ‘bout a pony?”

Spike shook his head and clicked his tongue and stretched out his arms above his head, making no move to try to get up from the very comfortable position.  “That’s the key to your heart then, love?  Prezzies?”  He shifted slightly on the couch, pushing up his groin so that is grazed and equally hard one above him and continued.  “Who am I to argue?  If that’s what it takes pet, I’ll get you all the goodies you can handle.”

With a kiss to the blond’s nose, Angel climbed off of Spike, ignoring his protest as he grabbed a small box that had been sitting on the coffee table and handed it to Spike.

“What’s this then?” Spike asked, taking the box and sitting up a little straighter.

“If you’re going to spoil me with gifts, I figure the least I could do is get you a little something first,” Angel said with a shy smile.  “Happy birthday, boyfriend.”

“I told you, quit calling me that,” Spike warned with a stern look that Angel wouldn’t ever tell him that he couldn’t quite pull off.

“Open it.”

Spike did.  It was a watch.  A fairly nice watch, and incredibly beautiful, Spike thought.  Beautiful in a very manly way.  Tag Heuer.  Not bad.   Stainless steel bracelet, gorgeous blue dial… diamond studded bezel… it must have cost him easily a grand and a half.  Spike’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“What’s the matter?  Don’t you like it?” Angel asked, fidgeting with his fingers nervously.  “I thought you’d like it.  The blue would really look fantastic on you.  Bring out your eyes.  And plus,” he offered with a nervous grin, “now you could set the bezel to show you what time to be home, so you wont ever leave me here all on my own again.”

His joke fell flat as Spike put the watch back in the box and handed it back to Angel. 

“I love it.  It’s… I don’t know what to say.  But it’s too much.  Angel, how much did that cost you?”  He knew that Angel had been trying to save up some cash, and he knew that this gift would have wiped him out completely.  Every dime he had been carefully putting away for the last three months… gone.  And what was it they said about diamonds and three months pay?  In any case, Spike wasn’t sure he was ready to accept what the gift would mean between them.  Not yet, anyway.

“Not that much,” Angel told him, in a tone that meant the exact opposite.  Angel had in fact been saving every spare penny since he started working at the bar, and had spent them of all on this gift for his lover.

Spike directed a disbelieving look in Angel’s direction and watched as the young man blushed and ducked his head.

“Alright, a lot,” he admitted, then looked up at Spike again.  “But you’re worth it.  And now you have something that you can have with you all the time, and whenever you look at it, you’ll think of me.  And I like the idea of you thinking of me all the time,” he finished with a goofy grin.

Spike shook his head and returned his boyfriend’s smile.  “Knickers would have done fine, love.  Then I’d think of you whenever I took a leak.”

The nervousness that had been building inside Angel since he first handed over the small gift box bubbled to the surface and escaped in an awkward laugh.  “Please, Spike,” he said, holding out the box one more time.  “I really want you to have it.”

Spike nodded slightly and closed the fingers from both his hands around Angel’s outstretched one.  “Thank you, pet,” he told him.  “It means a lot.”  Maybe too much, but he wasn’t going to voice that concern.

The wicked glint that suddenly appeared in Angel’s eyes made Spike frown and place the watch box down on the table.  “What’s that look about then?”

“If you think that means a lot, wait til I give you your real present,” Angel said on a sly smile.

“There’s more?” Spike asked with a raised eyebrow.

“There’s more,” Angel agreed, and stood, gripping his t-shirt by the hem with both hands and quickly yanking it up over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

“Oh, yeah,” Spike mumbled, getting more comfortable on the couch, hoping for a bit of a show.  “That looks like a ‘more’ I can definitely get into.”

Angel laughed.  “Get up Spike.  Not in here.  Bedroom.”

“But I’m the birthday boy,” Spike pouted.  “We should do it my way.”

Angel’s hands went down to his belt then, and he smiled lazily as he slowly unfastened the buckle and popped the top button on his jeans.  And stopped.  “Yes, but I’m the one giving the present, so we do it my way.  Unless, of course, you just want to give yourself a present, then hey, sit where you want.”

Spike shot up off the couch then, pausing only to loop two fingers through one of Angel’s belt loops so that the larger man could be dragged along behind Spike into the bedroom.

Once they were there Spike took a place on the bed, folded his arms behind his head, and nodded to Angel.  “Well?  I’m in the bedroom like a good little boy.  On with the show, sexy.”

Angel wasn’t in the mood to be bossed around, and nearly told Spike to forget about it, but since he had been planning to strip anyway, he only smiled at Spike’s impatience hooked his thumbs over the top of his pants, and with a suggestive wink at the man on the bed slowly started to shimmy the rough denim down over his hips.

Spike held his breath at the sight, thrusting his hips up slightly toward nothing as it became evident that Liam wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his still mostly soft penis was revealed.

As Angel let the pants pool around his bare feet and stepped out of them, Spike reached a hand down to his own groin, to rub lazy circles over it with a hot palm.  He had barely got finished two circles when Liam’s voice interrupted him.

“No.”

Spike looked questioningly at him, stilling his hand, but not removing it.

“No,” Angel said again.  “Don’t touch.  Yourself or me, until I say you can.”  He mentally sighed in relief as Spike shrugged and placed the hand once again behind his head.  He wasn’t sure what he would have done if Spike hadn’t obeyed, but he was definitely liking the power he had here.

Angel closed his eyes, and ran two hands slowly from his hips to his groin, one grasping his rapidly hardening cock, the other moving lower to cup his heavy sac, kneading and rolling his balls between large fingers.

Spike bit his lip to keep from crying out at the picture his lover made.  Liam hadn’t said he had to keep quiet, but he figured he would, for now at least, not wanting to prematurely stop the show.  He continued to push his cock forward into nothing, deriving little satisfaction from the slight friction of his clothes as they rubbed against his writhing body, but the night was shaping up to be a pretty good one, and there was no way he was going to disobey his lover and risk ending the whole thing.

Angel pulled on his own dick the few times necessary to bring it to full hardness, and then glided his thumb over the tip, collecting some of the liquid that had gathered there, and spread it around the shaft for lubrication.  He kept up the stroking, almost forgetting his audience as he pumped himself hard and slow almost one time too many.

He stopped the movement for fear of coming, giving both cock and balls one last hard squeeze before letting them both go.  Eyes wide and glazed with lust he looked at Spike, swallowing hard and breathing deep and trying to work up his nerve to go through with what he had planned.

He padded across the floor to the bed, lying down next to Spike and capturing the blond’s mouth in a sensual kiss.  It was tender and loving and sweet, and oddly hesitant, and Spike wondered what had gotten into his lover, that he would be acting at once so dominant and so apprehensive. 

“Angel?” Spike spoke, breaking the silence.  “Baby, what is it?  You alright?”

Embarrassment at being a complete moron and mortification that his boyfriend was there to witness the moronic behaviour worked in unison to turn Angel’s face a particularly bright shade of red.  He lowered his head to hide his reaction under the guise of placing soft closed-mouthed kisses along Spike’s neck.

“Angel,” Spike said, pushing the younger man away gently, tilting up his chin and looking into his eye.

“I’m fine,” Angel told him.  “Really.  I am.  Now where were we?” he asked with the same playful smirk he had worn earlier, and moved over top of Spike, kissing him much more forcefully this time, and grinding himself down onto the body below him.

Several minutes had gone by and Spike had been so consumed in the kissing and touching and that thing that Angel as doing with his tongue that he was mildly surprised to discover he was now naked.  Seemed that little boy of his had some talents he had been keeping secret.  Not that Spike was complaining now, mind.

Spike was more or less content to sit back and let Angel take the lead for as long as the brunet was willing to do so, but Spike’s fingers were twitching with the desire to reach down between the two sweaty bodies and wrap themselves around the two throbbing pricks that were currently rubbing languidly over each other. 

“Angel,” he breathed into the other man’s ear between kisses.  “Please pet.  Let me touch.  You, me, anything.  Just let me touch.”

Spike’s voice had sent a delicious chill through him, and tingles skittered up and down Angel’s back and settled at the base of his spine, preparing to surge forward into a distinctly more pleasurable location.  He managed to catch himself once more before he fell over that very tempting edge, and rose up over Spike so that their bodies were no longer in contact.

“Not yet,” he answered Spike, before placing one more hard kiss to the blond’s lips and pushing up and off of him completely.  “Get the lube,” he ordered at Spike’s frustrated groan.  “I need you so bad, Spike.  I’m gonna burst I don’t have you now.”

“Finally,” Spike breathed out and reached into the bedside table to procure the requested item.  Spike thought that he was probably going to burst too if he didn’t manage to get inside the hot, tight body of his lover soon.  Since Angel seemed to be happy being in charge tonight, Spike thought he had a pretty good chance of getting his young lover on top; something Spike thoroughly enjoyed, but they didn’t really do all that often.

He turned to Angel with a suggestive eyebrow waggle and held out the tube.  “Can I touch now pet?”

Angel snatched the tube from his hand with a grin.  “Nope.”

“Be my guest, love.  Can’t wait to see you working that slick into your tight little hole, getting’ it all ready for me… oh yeah.  What a sight you’ll make.  Could come just thinking about it.”

Spike relaxed back onto the bed and closed his eyes to the pictures he was creating.  “Mmmm, yeah.  Then maybe you’ll crawl up over top of me, sit yourself down, stretching that perfect hole over my hard cock.  Work yourself up and down for a while, take yourself in hand, only cause I’m not allowed to touch.  Fuck yourself on me, and fuck your fist until we both can’t take anymore, and then I’ll shoot deep inside you and you’ll spill all over me.”

Angel had been staring dumbly at Spike’s prick for that little tale and was sorely tempted to do just that, but managed to shake off the fantasy, and continued with his plan.

“Not quite, lover,” Angel said, getting Spike’s attention once again on him and off of the fantasy Angel that was currently bobbing around on his dick.

Angel spread Spike’s knees apart slightly, and knee-walked the few inches necessary to put him in between the spread legs, then sat back on his heals to enjoy the view.

Spike looked down at Liam questioningly, wondering what he was up to, and he did a pretty good impersonation of a guppy as he watched his lover open up the tube to squeeze out a dollop of the slick and coat his own cock in it.  He wasn’t really going to…

Holy shit!  He was!  Spike realised as Angel reached out a shaky hand to run two fingers ever so softly across Spike’s balls and lower, just teasing the crack.

“Is this-” Angel started, broke off, swallowed and tried again.  “Is this okay?  I know we’ve never done it like this before… but you want to… right?”

Spike could only blink for a moment, completely gobsmacked that it was finally going to happen.  His Angel was finally going to fuck him.  He had asked for this when they first got together, but Angel hadn’t been ready yet and eventually Spike stopped asking, content to wait for Angel to tell him when the situation changed.

Spike nodded.  “Yeah,” he croaked out.  “Yeah, it’s more than okay, love.”  And then he let out a short cry as Angel’s hand pushed a little bit more and sunk the two fingers deeper into his crack, one fingertip finding it’s target and slipping inside up to the first knuckle.

“Let me turn over.  It’s easier that way,” Spike offered, but his movement was aborted when he saw the commanding look Angel was giving him.

“I don’t think so, baby.  Not this time.  This time I want you on your back, like a woman,” he whispered as he pushed the finger in all the way.

Spike shot a glare up at Angel, trying to ignore the pleasure he was receiving, but Angel only smiled at him.  “Do you have a problem with that Spike?  Cause, you know, if you’re not appreciating what I’m going for you we can just stop now…”

Angel punctuated his statement by crooking his finger slightly inside Spike’s hole and when he saw the look of pleasure that twisted his features he knew that Spike would be doing anything to ensure that they didn’t stop.  Spike was completely at his mercy, and he loved it.

“What are you smiling about?” Spike groused.

“I’ve just never been on this side of things before.  It’s fun knowing you’ll do anything I say.”

“Angel, sweetheart,” Spike said seriously, “You don’t have to get me like this for that to be true.  I’m love’s bitch now, baby.  I’m your bitch.  I’ll always do anything you ask.”

“Spike,” Angel started, but then decided to finish his thought by kissing the other man with so much passion both were dizzy and gasping when they finally pulled apart.

“I love you,” Angel told him.

Spike smiled.  “Then show me how much,” he said, pushing down on the finger inside him. 

“Open your legs, wider,” Angel commanded, and Spike did.  He hooked his knees over his elbows and pushed his tailbone into the mattress offering up his most delicate and personal bits for Angel to do with as he would.

Angel dribbled a little more slick over Spike’s ass with his free hand and then wasted no time pushing a second finger inside fully to join the first.  He delighted in Spike’s choked off groan of pleasure and began moving the fingers in and out making sure he hit Spike’s prostate with each pass.

He knew what he was doing.  After all, it wasn’t like he had never stuck his fingers in someone’s ass before.  Okay, so he hadn’t done it to Spike before, but the one and only time he had done it, Wesley, the one on the receiving end, had been oddly helpful, if snide, with his comments.

He put the tube of lubricant down on the bed and used his free hand to cup Spike’s balls, giving them the same treatment he had given his own earlier and it wasn’t long before Spike was panting and groaning and writhing uncontrollably under his hands. 

Angel didn’t think he’d be able to hold out much longer before sinking himself inside his lover’s body, and by the way Spike was behaving it seemed he was more than ready.  Angel pulled his hands back and grabbed up the tube to quickly spread some of the sticky substance over his aching erection before leaning down over Spike, supporting his weight on his hands.

Spike let go of his legs then, wrapping them around Angel’s hips, and ran his hands over the tight muscles and soft skin of his arms and neck and back, bringing the brunet’s head down to meet him in a kiss.  He did vaguely remember that Liam had said ‘no touching’ earlier, but he figured that the time for games was over.

“Beg me,” he heard whispered into his ear as soon as the kiss was finished.  Spike rolled his eyes and was thankful that Liam couldn’t see him, because it would probably have ruined the mood.  Alright, so he was wrong.  Game on then.

“Please baby,” Spike begged, somewhat unconvincingly, because Angel only buried his face in Spike’s chest to catch a nipple sharply between his teeth and said, “come on, you can do better than that.”

Spike sucked in a breath through his teeth at the pleasure/pain that shot through his nipple at the sensation, and gasped, “please” and pushed his hips up to try to get some contact with Angel’s cock, saying more calmly, “Please Angel.  Please fuck me.  Need it so bad, baby.  Need you.”

Angel pulled one arm from where it supported him at Spike’s side and slid it down to grab hold of his prick and aim it at Spike’s opening.  He didn’t push in yet, just ran the tip back and forth between Spike’s cheeks, putting them both through an exquisite torture that they wished could both last forever and end now with the joining of bodies and hearts.

There was more begging and pleading, and it took Angel a minute to realise that it was coming from him and then he didn’t torture either of then any longer.

He stopped just long enough for Spike to kiss him and tell him that he would be fine and then slid long and slow into heaven. 

The feeling was indescribable.  Like… a blowjob, but better, fuller, hotter, tighter.  Though, blowjobs did have certain advantages that this could never boast, but this probably wasn’t the right time to be mentally calculating the merits of different sexual acts.

They thrust slowly against each other a few times, adjusting and setting up a rhythm and then Angel changed his angle slightly, like he had experienced Spike doing, and Spike cried out and bucked up harder.

“God, pet.  Yes.  Right there.”

Angel smiled and shot his hips forward again in the same direction, cock pressing deep inside, and watched Spike’s neck crane back and eye’s flutter shut.

“Like that baby?” Angel asked him as he thrust again.

Spike opened his eyes as his prostate was jabbed again and looked up into Liam’s face.  “Love it, sweetheart.”

“Good,” Angel told him, trailing kisses along his neck and jaw.  “Cause this is your real present.”

Spike turned his head then to capture Liam’s lips in his as they continued to move against one another languidly, in no hurry any longer to bring things to conclusion, both content to ride a wave of pleasure never intending for it to break.

So it was with mild surprise that Angel registered the heavy, tingly feeling in his balls that signalled his imminent orgasm.

“Shit,” he panted, snapping his hips forward hard.  “Touch yourself Spike.  I’m close, so close.  Please, come with me.”

Spike shot his hand down in a flash to do as Angel requested, to grip his leaking penis in a tight fist and began pumping wildly.  He barely got off a stoke or two before he felt Angel still inside him and heard the young man cry out, and knew he had found release. 

Spike wasn’t far behind and didn’t bother to quiet his cry as orgasm grasped him and he shot his seed over his own hand.  Spike’s sob of pleasure hadn’t even come to an end before it was cut off by a mouth full of Angel, and he ran his tongue over soft lips and teeth until it eventually met another of its kind in a sensual duel

Angel pulled back soon after to catch his breath, and collapsed on top of Spike’s spent body, both panting, smiling, content, eyes drifting closed to recover the from the elation of their recent coupling. 

They were silent for a while, both almost drifting off to sleep, but neither quite wanting to lose the comfort of the moment.  Finally Spike broke the stillness. 

“Was that all for me, love?”

Angel giggled somewhat anxiously and said, “It was your birthday present.  Why? Didn’t you like it?”

Spike shook his head, and placed a kiss to the top of Angel’s head, where it lay on top of Spike’s chest.  “I loved it, you know I did.  Just… I’m hoping that you didn’t do it just because you thought it’s what I wanted.  It could have waited if you needed to.”

“Don’t be dumb,” Angel chastised.  “Yeah, I was nervous, but I was ready.  And it was really good for me.  I mean really good for me.  And you totally got off on it too.”

Spike chuckled.  “I did at that, love.  I did at that.”

There were several more minutes of quiet before it was Angel’s turn to break it.

“So, where were you tonight,” he asked his lover, hoping to sound casual about his query. 

“I already told you,” Spike answered, unsure why Angel was bringing this up again.  “Out with some of the guys for a few drinks.”

“Yeah, but where?”

Spike fidgeted with his fingers over top of Angel’s hip for a beat, to put off having to answer and said tentatively, “You know… bar…”

Angel had only been trying to make polite conversation.  Curious, sure, maybe thinking that if there was somewhere that Spike liked to go, he could take him there on a date sometime, but Spike’s hesitancy to answer the simple question escalated his interest.

“What bar?  Come on, Spike.  You’re acting kind of weird.”

Spike sighed, resigning himself to just telling Liam where he had been and getting it over with.  He had thought it was probably better to keep it to himself, but really, what was he worried about?  It wasn’t like it was a big deal.  His boyfriend probably wouldn’t mind at all; just laugh and kiss him and say he hope he’d had fun.

Acceptably steeled against a less that great reaction Spike answered.  “Caddy’s.”

“Caddy’s?” Angel squeaked out.  “As in, Caddy’s?  The strip bar down the road, Caddy’s?”

Okay, well, the reaction could have been worse.  “That’s the one,” Spike agreed.

And suddenly Angel’s mind was filled with images of naked, dancing girls… Spike with naked dancing girls, Spike getting lap dances from naked, dancing girls… Spike and the naked girls doing more than just dancing…

“Hey,” he was interrupted by Spike’s voice and gentle fingers through his hair.  “Sweetheart, don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Angel asked with an audible pout.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

Angel opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it again, not wanting to embarrass himself.

“Exactly,” Spike said, squeezing him tight for a second.  “Don’t.  Because you know it isn’t true.”

And Angel did.  He snuggled back down into his lover’s embrace, cursing himself for being so damned insecure all the time, and let himself find peace enough to fall asleep.  Before he could though, Spike began to run his hands seductively over Angel’s body and said, “Maybe I’ll take you with me sometime.”

Angel pouted.  “But I don’t like girls.”

“Fine, pet,” Spike said around deep, hard, belly laughter.  “I’ll take you to see the boys.”  He felt Liam’s body shaking beneath his hands in answering laughter and continued.  “You’d like that, wouldn’t  you?  Watchin’ all them tight little numbers takin’ their clothes off, moving, grinding… so close and so hot and smelling so damned good.  And you’d be so hard, and so desperate to touch, but you couldn’t, not them anyway.”

Spike felt his lover’s cock twitch against his leg, showing and obvious interest in the story he was spinning.  “But I’d be right there next to you.  You could touch me all you wanted.  Maybe a hand under the table where nobody could see.  Maybe sneak off to the loo together.  I could fuck you against the wall, and we’d hope that nobody walked in on us, but it would turn you on to know that somebody might.”

“God, Spike,” Angel whined as he rocked his hips back and forth, brining his wrung out cock into contact with Spike’s leg again and again.

Spike laughed.  “Go to sleep pet.  We’ll worry about all that another day.”

“Promise?” Angel asked quietly, slightly self-conscious to admit to wanting what Spike had just described.

“Promise,” Spike answered, and closed his eyes and relaxed into the warm bed

Almost half and hour had passed and Angel was sure Spike was sleeping, but that didn’t stop him from kissing the blond on the chest lightly and whispering, “I love you, William,” into the space between them.

Angel was so close to sleep himself that he couldn’t be sure if he had dreamt the soft voice that sent him over the edge into deep, happy dreams, or if Spike had really answered, “I love you too, Liam.  More than anything.”

END