RockStarPeach

Title:  Taste Test

Pairing: Spike/Wes

Rating:  Adult

A/N:  Total AU crack fic.

See,  purpledodah got me thinking about licking stuff off of Wesley… and this is what happened.  So blame her *g*

Taste Test

“Miss Burkle, Mr Gunn.  Please come in,” Spike greeted his customers at the door to his bakery.

He showed them both to comfortable, high-backed seats in front of a long table where they quickly made themselves comfortable.  Spike watched with a smile on his face as Winifred grabbed her fiancées hand excitedly, and they both looked at the table, contents hidden underneath a large maroon cloth.

“Can see you’re anxious to get to the tasting.  I’ve prepared a sample of 5 of my best cakes.  ‘M sure you two’ll find one suitable for your wedding.”

“Oh, yes,” Winifred said.  “I’ve been looking forward to this for months!  We’ve heard such amazing things about you, and I’m sure anything you do will be great, but I’m so excited to try some of your samples.  I’ve been savin’ room.  Haven’t eaten all day!”

Her smile was infectious and spread quickly to Charles.  “Yeah man.  We hear you’re the best in the city.  Let’s get to munchin’,” he finished rubbing his hands together, practically drooling.

Spike chuckled.  “Right.  Here we go.”  He reached out to grab the table cloth, and yanked it away with a dramatic flare and an arched eyebrow, looking for a reaction from his customers.

He wasn’t disappointed.  Winifred immediately looked away from the table blushing, and Charles stared intently, mouth agape, and wouldn’t have been able to avert his eyes for the world.

“Is that… Is he… supposed to be there?” Winifred asked shyly, still looking at the floor.

Spike looked down at the man on the table, the naked man, lying still, surrounded by delicious pieces of wedding cake.  He continued to look at the man as an evil smirk lit his face and said, “Yeah, pet.  He’s supposed to be there.”  Then his expression became cheerful as he looked to Winifred and Charles and he continued.

“Little trick of the trade, see.  When you two love birds eat the cake, you’ll be eating from each others fingers mostly likely.  And then if you know how to have any kind of fun, you’ll be eatin’ it from other body parts once you’ve gotten home.  If you taste test it off someone’s salty skin you’ll get a much better idea what it’ll be like for you in those… intimate moments.”

Winifred and Charles couldn’t argue with that logic as they nodded and both turned looks they desperately hoped were passive and professional onto the tasting board.

Spike barely repressed a snort of laughter at the couple’s eagerness to believe him.  These two must really be desperate for some bedroom entertainment, and they obviously wanted his prop for more than just eating cake off of.  Seriously, what kind of bakery offered taste samples off a naked bloke?

Shaking off his disbelief he picked up the first sample.  “This one is truly great.  Raspberry chocolate cream.  One taste and you’ll know heaven,” he told them as he spooned the slice of cake from the sample plate onto the tight naked stomach bared on the table. 

He noticed the slightly hesitant look his customers gave him and put on a smile to encourage them.  “Go on, luvs.  Have a taste.  Just bend down… and stick your tongue out… and lick a little up.”  He demonstrated as he instructed, repressing his own shiver when the skin under him tightened, and he felt the tiny bumps of gooseflesh under his tongue.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, eyes closed, hand rubbing up and down his prop’s leg.

Winifred and Charles couldn’t believe how good it looked, both the sample laid out on hard, toned skin, and Spike’s reaction to his taste, and bent forward to get their own mouthful.

The human sample plate jerked a little at the twin tongues assaulting him, and the engaged couple sat back slowly in their seats, eyes rolling back, dual groans permeating the room.  Neither of them could say if they derived more pleasure from the taste of the delicious confection or from the slightest taste of salty skin that accompanied it.

Spike smirked to himself at the positive reactions and offered the couple another sample, and another and another, one from each arm, one from a leg, stating that it was important to get a taste from all over the body, and once again not believing that these people would be so gullible. 

Once he had gotten satisfactory reactions from each body part he picked up the last piece of cake, double chocolate fudge, and smeared it over both of the tasting plate’s nipples.  He relished in the soft groan he heard as a result of his actions, then looked up to his customers and said, “This one is my favourite flavour.  One taste for each of you.  Just make sure you get a good lick.”

Spike leaned back against a wall and watched as the man and woman leaned in slowly, nerves almost getting the better of them, but not quite.  They eventually gave in to desire and opened their mouths wide, sharing a look, then closing each of their mouths over a nipple and sucking hard.

Spike cupped himself through his jeans, thrusting with his hips a few times, and rubbing his hand over his cock, in near urgent need of release due to the show in front of him.  He watched as tiny pink tongues emerged from between swollen lips to trace around the offered nipples, lapping up every last bit of offered chocolate and cake.

He nearly shot his load in his pants when Charles let his teeth delicately clamp down on his nipple and ran his tongue across the nub between his teeth, and couldn’t hold back an audible groan when he saw his human plate clench his teeth and arch his neck back.

“Right,” Spike said, gaining the attention of the customers, and putting an end to the tasting.  “That should give you an idea.  You’ll give me a call when you decide, yeah?”  He didn’t give them time to respond before ushering them to the door, almost giving them a push.

The couple gave assurances that they loved what they experienced, and they would definitely call when decided on a flavour and were almost out the door when Winifred turned back and asked, pointing at the table, “Is he… Can we… get him for the reception?”

Spike smiled, shut the door in their faces without answering and closed the distance between him and his prop in three quick strides.  “You loved that didn’t you, you little slut?”

The man on the table merely shivered, remaining silent.

“Wesley,” Spike warned.  “I asked you a question.  I expect an answer, pet.”

“Yes,” Wesley choked out.  “Yes, I enjoyed it”

“Hmmm.  Maybe I’ll have to come up with something else for when you misbehave.  Can’t have you getting off so much of what’s supposed to be a punishment.”  Spike walked around the table, running his hands along Wes’s body thoughtfully.

“But seein’s how it’s already done, no reason not to take advantage of it this time,” Spike said, as he picked up the remainder of the sample of double chocolate fudge cake and placed himself on the table between Wes’s legs.

“You know, I lied to that couple.  This cake licked off your nipples is incredibly delectable, but my absolute favourite?  It’s this deliciously sweet mixture licked off your huge, hard cock, mixing with the mouth-watering saltiness of your spend.”

Spike felt Wesley shake and groan underneath him, and knew he was interested but wanted to hear him say it.  “Do you want that Wes?  Tell me what you want.”

“Yes!” Wes almost screamed from anticipation.  “Yes, I want that.  I want you lick the chocolate off my cock.  I want you to make me come down your throat.  Yes, please.  Please.”

“Good boy,” Spike smiled down at him, and coated the hard prick in the cake mixture.  He spread Wes’s legs wide apart to get himself comfortable between them, grabbed his sac in one had, kneading the balls back and forth across his palm and wasted no time swallowing up the chocolate-coated offering.

Wes did scream now, and bucked up off the table, shoving himself further down Spike’s throat, but Spike was having too much fun to chastise him for his behaviour.    He just loosened his muscles to let the man in deeper and sucked and swallowed and moaned until Wes was shooting his load and just as Spike had claimed, it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

He pulled off the softening prick, rolling the taste around his mouth, savouring it, and looked directly into Wes’s eyes before swallowing.  “What do you want now, Wes?”  Spike didn’t need to ask.  He knew what Wes wanted.  What he always wanted.  He didn’t need to ask, but he did anyway.

“Fuck me,” Wes answered, breathlessly.  “I want you to fuck me.  Please Spike, fuck me.”

Spike grinned and bent to place on open-mouthed kiss to Wesley’s lips, letting him taste the combination of himself and the chocolate cake, before pulling back, opening his pants, and lining up his hard shaft with the twitching, chocolate covered hole in front of him.

“Your wish is my command, love,” Spike said shoving himself forward, filling up his lover with his prick.

Both men cried out, and gasped for breath, and clawed at the other, and soon Wes was hard again.  Spike reached down chocolate fingers and grasped his lover firmly pumping him in time with his own thrusts.

Soon they were both close to the edge and Spike angled his body forward to whisper in the other man’s ear, “I love you Wesley.”

Wesley was unable to hold back and came for the second time, shooting his seed into Spike’s hand, muscles clenching around Spike, wringing his orgasm from him.  As Spike collapsed onto Wes, he pulled him down in a tight embrace and answered, “I love you too, Spike,” before flopping, boneless, back onto the table.

“Damn, pet,” Spike said on a happy sigh.  “Never knew you had such an exhibitionist kink.  We really should try that more often.”

The two men collapsed into each other in a fit of giggles, tangled limbs and mashed up wedding cake, Wes already planning what he could do to piss Spike off for the next round, and Spike planning out Wesley’s next punishment.

END