RockStarPeach

Title:  Worlds Apart

Rating:  Adult overall

Summary:  Human AU.  Spike is a cop who happens to cross paths with Angel, a handsome young homeless man who is starting to get his life together.

Pairing:  Mainly Spike/Angel, I think.  At least that’s the intention.  But there are others.

Warnings:  Sex (m/m, m/f), language

A/N:  Idea came from 

katsa_db_lover

Disclaimer:  Yeah, I stole ‘em.  What?

speak_me_fair

Chapter 9

Previously…

“Travers wants to see you in his office.”

“Now?” he asked, nervous and hoping for a little more time to pull himself together.

“Now,” Wes agreed morosely.  “He’s waiting for you.”

Wesley hid his smile as he watched Spike huff out a breath, set his shoulders, and say, “Right.  Into the lion’s den then,” and walk off to meet their boss.

Five minutes later Wes was still grinning so hard it hurt, staring down the makeshift hallway between cubicles that lead to Chief Travers’ office.  Spike emerged from the background, moving down the hall fast, face lit up in effulgence.  When he reached Wesley and saw the excitement on his face, he wrapped him arms around him, tighter than a few minutes ago, but pulled away fast.

Wesley stood for another second or two, waiting for Spike to talk, but when he didn’t Wes said, ‘Congratulations, Superintendent.”

“Fuck yeah, Wes,” Spike said with genuine glee.  Travers had known nothing of Spike’s recent lapse in duties, and noting only his high closure rate, and the seeming success so far on the Thorn case, he had seen fit to grant Spike’s overdue promotion.

Wesley thought he would have to actually glue Spike’s arse to his seat to get him to sit still long enough to get any work done for the remainder of the day, but Spike surprised him by putting in a concerted effort.

Finally the dinner bell rang, so to speak, and they both packed up and headed to their respective homes, feeling very good about things.

***

When Spike got home, he was still high on his recent promotion, make up with Wes (minus the sex he would have loved to include) and the general wonderfulness of the day.  When he saw Liam, he realised the other man was equally high, only on junk food, Sambuca, and porn.

He walked over to the sofa where Liam sat and picked up the empty liquor bottle, deciding to address that first.  “Uh, pet?” he asked, swinging the bottle around to get Liam’s attention.

“What?” he asked, like he had no idea why Spike was questioning his actions.  “It was good.”

Spike inwardly laughed and held up a hand to display the mess on the coffee table made by empty pretzel and candy bar wrappers and waited for an explanation.

Angel did look a little sheepish at that and answered, “They looked so good, and I haven’t any in so long….”

Spike rolled his eyes as if agreeing.  “Sure, I get that, but…” and then he pointed at the television.

Angel, feeling braver than he ought to for the alcohol running through his bloodstream answered, “Yeah, well, I haven’t had any of that in a long time either.”

Spike repressed his sudden arousal and the sudden desire to help the kid out and asked, “How long’s a long time, luv?”

Angel looked back to study the screen, just to get an idea of what was happening so he knew how long it had been since he’d done that particular thing.  A moment of sobriety hit him and he looked at Spike, face abashed and muttered, “Uh, never.”

Spike followed his gaze to the television screen in time to see a man erupt all over a woman’s breasts, and another woman show up, seemingly out of nowhere to lick it up.

Spike smiled at him and said, “Sure, yeah.  That you can’t expect right out of the gate pet.  Takes a little work.”

Angel became more flustered.  “What?  No, I didn’t… That wasn’t… I mean, yeah, I know.”

And then Spike smiled at him.  Really and truly smiled a smile that said acceptance and affection and protection and everything that Angel wanted out of life and had been missing.

Spike felt his hand grabbed, and his body pulled down and went willingly to the sofa next to Liam.  He allowed himself to be mindless for a moment as he revelled in somebody wanting him, telling him, taking him in, instead of having to do all the work himself.  He came back to himself to find he was laying flat across Liam on the sofa, just like last night, and a wave of apprehension flowed though him. 

Angel noticed Spikes hesitancy and was not interested in it.  It was when the blond was turned on, mindlessly groping, wanting to use Angel’s body that set off the biggest sparks in him.  He wanted to be wanted.

But even as he stretched up to slide his tongue into Spike’s mouth, and wrapped an arm around his back, and used his free hand to guide one of Spike’s to his hip, he wasn’t entirely sure what he was hoping would come of the encounter.

Spike instantly fell in love with the man who came up with that old expression about gift horses and mouths, and dived right in to the buffet before him.  His lips pecked and nipped and ghosted over Liam’s face, not making any further effort until they were met for par and then some.

When the return kissing seemed exuberant enough, he started his hand trailing across the kid’s face and hair and shoulders and arms and lost track of exactly where they were as two hands that weren’t his settled securely on his bottom.

He took that as an affirmative signal and moved both his hands to the top of Liam’s pants.  He deftly undid the button and the zipper, and pulled the flaps aside.  He went no further, waiting patiently to discover what Liam wanted.

Angel was starting to get a little bit nervous, but knew his partner had more experience and didn’t want to frighten him off.  He couldn’t decide what he wanted and remained frozen until Spike slid a commanding hand into his pants and pulled out his achingly hard cock.

Spike felt Liam tense at the abrupt action, but didn’t feel like stopping himself.  He tried to reason with Liam.  “Trust me, yeah?  ‘M gonna make you feel so good.  Oh, pet just please let me…”  He trailed off as he began to work Liam’s shaft, not waiting for permission. 

Angel didn’t have time to think that Spike never ever needed permission to touch him again if the touch would end up like this before he was bucking into the fist and screaming for release. 

Spike wrapped his hand more tightly around the young cock, and pumped hard and fast as he relentlessly kissed and sucked and bit Liam’s face and neck.

Before either of them knew what had happened, Spike had a handful of Liam-jizz, and Angel was looking down at his cock with an expression of surprised pleasure.  Spike arched his neck back, and grabbed one of Liam’s hands with his free one, and attempted to place it in a position that mirrored his own.

Angel snapped out of his haze as he felt his hand being directed to the stiff, ready cock waiting in front of him.  Now that the lust was no longer clouding his brain, he wasn’t sure about the rest.  He drew back slightly, moving his hand instead over the jeans and the hips and the thighs trying to buy himself time.

Spike caught on fairly quickly to what Liam was doing and once again called a halt to things, manoeuvring the both of them to sitting position.  “Pet, if you’re not ready for more you just gotta tell me.  All’s I know is what I want, and I’m not a mind reader.”  He sighed deeply in frustration.  “I want you, Liam.  Oh, God how I want you, but I’m not gonna push.” 

Nothing more was said as Angel skittered up from under Spike, off the sofa and down the hall to the bedroom.

***

The next few days were more of the same.  Spike and Angel would grope in the evenings, activities never progressing too far, and Spike would spend the days in the office with Wes, trying not to let on what was going on after hours, while Angel sat in Spike’s apartment near going crazy from solitude.

It was Wednesday afternoon and Spike had a few hours off, in exchange for working that night, so he headed home not sure if he was eager or hesitant to see Liam. 

He was greeted with a smile and an attempt at a home cooked lunch.  A box of Kraft Dinner had been expertly opened, and while the cooking may have been a bit soggy the embedded chopped up hot dogs more than made up for it.

They ate in companionable silence, and when Spike got out of the shower Liam had finished the dishes, and displayed himself, topless against the counter.

Spike had smirked and whooted and skulked forward to capture Liam against the kitchen counter.  He had wrestled with him ineffectually for a while until they both accepted the fact that, just like every other day, Spike would be commanding the proceedings. 

And just like every other day they fell back onto the sofa.  And just like every other day Spike worked Liam to orgasm with his hand.  And just like every other day that was where it ended.

Angel was happy with how things were going, but he still wasn’t ready for more.  Wasn’t even completely sure what ‘more’ was or if he would know how to do it.  So he did the only thing he did know how to do and stopped. 

When Spike held his hand and directed it toward his groin to remind him that although he had finished, Spike still had a long way to go, Angel gently pulled his hand free and placed it instead on Spike’s hip.

He knew it probably wasn’t the right thing to do.  Knew it definitely wasn’t the right thing to do.  And as he felt the hard shaft pressing to his soft one give up and pull back, he was almost ready to do anything.  Almost.

Almost anything so Spike wouldn’t look at him like that.  Almost anything so that Spike would still kiss him and touch him and want him.

He let Spike pull back and cursed himself for being a coward and a cock-tease and so many other things, and put on a hard expression to take what was coming to him.

Spike didn’t know how much longer he could take this.  He had still only been able to get as far with Angel as giving him a handjob through his open trousers, and the kid had made no move to reciprocate.  Spike was tired of going to bed frustrated and jerking off alone. 

He wanted Liam, perhaps even for more than just his body, but he wasn’t a saint, and having to guard the kid non-stop left him with little opportunity to pursue other, more willing options. 

“Stop lookin’ at me like that!” he snapped.  He knew Liam wasn’t looking at him any particular way, but his sexual frustration was getting the better of him.

“I have to work tonight.  With Wes,” he emphasised.  “So stay in the apartment and don’t wait up, yeah?”

It wasn’t fair of Spike, he knew.  Liam was already slightly jealous of Wesley and he didn’t need Spike to add to his insecurities in a ridiculous fit of impatience, but he was losing it.  Liam was getting him so worked up, and not following through and he was desperate to have an orgasm with someone else in the room, even if he had to threaten infidelity to get it.

Spike stormed out the door and left Angel mortified and confused in front of a blank television screen.

***

Spike drove around the block a couple of times trying to let off some steam before going to meet Wes.  He knew he was overreacting, and he knew that he would take it out on his partner, and he really didn’t want to do that.

20 minutes later than they were supposed to meet, and Spike finally felt like he was able to face another human.  He parked the car and entered the small coffee shop seeing Wes at a table by the window.  He walked over and plopped on the seat in front of him and picked up the half eaten donut in front of Wes, devouring it in one.

“Spike!” Wes complained.  “I was eating that.”

“Yeah, well, less calories this way, mate.  You’re more likely to keep your gorgeous figure.”

Wes couldn’t help but chuckle at his friends classic eyebrow waggle and it felt only natural to offer him a drink of his coffee.  Spike accepted gratefully and consumed a huge swig before handing back an almost empty cup.

“I’ll get us another round,” Spike offered, with a smile, getting up to do just that before Wesley could complain further about his table manners.  After a few minutes he came back to the table with two cups of steaming coffee and placed one down in front of Wes.  Together they looked out the window toward St Mary’s in hopes that they would see something useful.

The whole week so far had turned up nothing on Hamilton.  They weren’t totally surprised, since Liam hadn’t really been out and about to attract his attention.  But here they were anyway, watching the street corner that he had been picked up on, the one he was most likely to go back to for any business transactions even though they both knew the guy was too smart for that.  They had had officers watching this block every night since Wes had talked to Travers, and now it was their turn.  It didn’t hurt to be cautious. 

After four hours of caffeine and silence Spike thought that maybe it did hurt to be cautious.  “This is complete bullshit,” he groused as he flicked a folded up empty sugar packet across the room with his forefinger.

“Oh, that’s rich, coming from you,” Wes answered, looking back from outside.  “If you’d been thinking with your brain instead of you dick we’d already have Hamilton and most likely even the Thorn in custody by now.”

“What the fuck do you want from me, Wes?  I fucked up.  I know it, you know it.”  He got quiet as he looked down at his hands on the table.  He shifted his chair closer to his friend and bumped their knees together as he grabbed one of the brunet’s hands in both of his and brought it to his mouth.

He kissed each finger carefully, then put the hand gently back down on the table underneath his.  “Let’s get out of here, Wes.”

“The stakeout,” Wesley protested, nodding to the window.

“Fuck the stakeout.  Like I said, it’s bullshit and we both know it.  Let’s go to your place.”  Spike punctuated his request by flipping his partner’s wrist over and gently running his fingers up the displayed forearm to the elbow and back down again.

Wesley was momentarily hypnotised by the movement and came very, very close to agreeing, but when Spike’s actual words sunk in he jerked his arm back and grabbed hold of his cup, for lack of anything useful to do with his hands.

“Go to my place.  Right.  Because we can’t, of course, go to yours.  You’ve got ‘company’,” Wes answered with not a little bit of sarcasm.  He saw his friend tense up and he felt bad about being at least part of the cause.  “I’m sorry.  That was out of line.  What I meant to say was, No Will.”

Spike wasn’t willing to let it go that easily.  All he had waiting at home for him was a cold shower or a hard wank, and neither sounded very appealing.  “Come on Wesley.  You know you want this,” he pleaded as he once again ran his knee across Wes’s leg.

Wesley closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the caress.  No matter how he tried, he was unable to deny the truth in Spike’s statement.  “I do.  And the answer is still no.”

Spike’s face narrowed in anger at the rejection but soon smoothed out through neutral and into an amused smirk and finally gave way to a full smile.  “Thanks Wes,” he said simply.

Several minutes passed in silence then, neither paying any attention to the people passing by the window and then Spike spoke again.  “So, Liam’s got to work tomorrow night.”  When Wes didn’t say anything to that he continued.  “That means I’ve got to go with him.  To Caritas.  Should be fun.  Might see Hamilton…. For God’s sake Wes, will you talk to me?”

“What would you like me to say?”

“I’d like you say that you’ll come with me.  That yeah, we might get lucky and find Marcus there.  That even if we don’t we still might have a good time together.  You know, the kinds of things you would have said two weeks ago.”  Spike kicked back in his chair and looked up to the ceiling taking a deep breath to steady himself.

“Of course, you’re right, Spike,” Wes answered.  “I’ll be more than happy to come with you tomorrow night.  I’ll call Willow and invite her along.”

Spike frowned.  “Can’t you leave her at home for a night Wes?  I kinda thought we could go just the two of us.”

“Three of us, you mean,” Wes countered, thinking of Liam.  “And no Spike.  I haven’t seen her in almost a week.  I’d like to have her along.”

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Spike said with disdain.  “Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, pussy whipped.”

Wesley gripped the table in front of him to try to get a hold on his anger.  “I thought you’d be happy for me Spike,” he bit out.  “Happy that I found someone who wants to be with me.  Someone who wants me for more than just a convenient outlet for sexual urges.”  He finished with a pointed look at Spike and smiled when the man had the decency to look mildly ashamed.

“I,” Spike started, when Wes finished talking.  He wanted to say ‘I do’.  I want you for more than that, and I’ll take care of you and love you and… but he couldn’t.  It was true of course, but not in the way he knew Wesley meant.  “I am happy for you,” he finished instead.  “Really Wes,” he tried again at his friend’s disbelieving look.  “If there’s one thought in the world that makes me happy, it’s the thought of you happy.  Whatever, or whoever’s made you that way.”

Spike smiled at Wes encouragingly, and nudged his arm.  When he got a slight smile in return he resumed.  “And if that who is Willow, then by all means, bring her along tomorrow.  I need to get to know this woman who’s bewitching my true love so.”

Wesley couldn’t help but let Spike’s attempt at a good mood infect him, too.  “Alright, Will.  Me and my ‘witchy woman’ will see you tomorrow night.”

Thinking that was as good as he was likely to get that night, Spike got up from the table.  “Tomorrow, pet,” he said to Wes, heading toward the exit.  “And no surprise dates this time.”

***

Thursday was utter hell for Spike.  And for Angel.  They tried, and mostly succeeded, to avoid each other all day in Spike’s small apartment, but couldn’t avoid running into each other on the way to and from the bathroom, and the fridge and oddly enough, the linen closet.

It was when they were both reaching for a towel in the late afternoon that they had their first conversation of the day. 

“Hey,” Angel said, not wanting to seem like was avoiding Spike completely but kept his eyes firmly fixed on his towel.

“Hey yourself,” Spike shot back, grabbing his own towel to him and shutting the cupboard door, then going into the bathroom to shower.

As conversations go, it could have been worse.

***

Angel stood in the hallway listening to the shower run and waiting for his turn.  He wished so hard that he could be in there with Spike, share a turn, conserve some water, have hot monkey sex against the tiles.  But he couldn’t, and he knew it was his fault. 

Also, he knew that he didn’t really want to.  Sure he wanted Spike.  He even wanted sex with Spike.  But he wanted Spike to want him.  To want to wait until he was ready.  To want to give up everyone else on the hope that they would one day consummate this fucked up relationship. 

He had almost come to grips with the knowledge that it would never happen.  Spike was a player, constantly trying to score with every hot body he saw, and Angel would either have to accept that and take what he could get, offering up his body as his heart would allow, or put an end to this and move on.

Suddenly he thought he knew how Officer Wyndham-Pryce must feel.

***

A fuzzy cloud of happy had perched itself directly over Spike’s head.  There wasn’t any particular reason for it, but it was there all the same.  He had spent the past couple of hours, before the party crowd showed up, at a quiet table talking with Wesley and Willow. 

Not talking about anything important, just hanging out, drinking, laughing.  It was good.  Things seemed to be alright between him and Wes, he seemed to be winning over Wes’s girl, and he knew Liam was safe in the kitchen and going to come straight out to him, when he got his break.

Wesley and Willow had gotten up to dance a while ago, but not before asking him and asking him and asking him if it was alright that they leave him alone.  He had assured them that it was fine, that he’d be up to join them shortly once he’d found someone he might want to dance with.  

He looked over to the bar, and saw the bartender, Lindsey, talking with two hot little blonde girls.  They laughed and flipped their hair and offered the man coy looks until he took off his nametag and let one of the girls give him a wet kiss and lead him to a table, leaving the other girl standing alone.

He thought it couldn’t hurt to have a bit of fun and made his over to the girl, stopping at the other side of the bar to get a couple of drinks on the way.  When he reached her he put one down on the bar in front of her and said, “You’re lookin’ a little lonely luv.  Need any company?”

She smiled back and picked up the glass and said, “I need a drink.”

Spike laughed.  “That you’ve got.  My name’s Spike.  What’s yours, luv?”

“Spike?  That’s a stupid name.  Mine’s Buffy.”

“Oh, cause that’s such a great name.”

Spike suddenly felt like he was in the fourth grade.  Deciding he needed to put a stop to this before they started throwing spitballs, Spike touched her arm and pointed to the dance floor and raised a questioning eyebrow saying, “Shall we?”

Buffy shrugged and grinned and put down her drink and they made their way to the floor to show off their moves.

***

Spike chose a spot for them next to Wes and Willow and laughed as Wes rolled his eyes and Willow gave him an excited smile and wave.  It only took a few minutes before the beat changed and he and Buffy switched gears into a decidedly more provocative routine. 

He wrapped an arm around her and she slid down his body pressing close, nudging one of her legs between his.  He closed his eyes and groaned, tipping his head back, enjoying the contact and he heard Buffy giggle when she saw her moves were going over so well.  When he opened his eyes and looked over Buffy’s head he saw Angel standing by the bar looking back at him.

Spike groaned again, this time not from pleasure.  This was the last kind of thing he needed the kid to see if ever wanted any hope of getting any.  He was about to excuse himself and go talk to him when Angel narrowed his eyes and turned away, going to sit at the table with Lindsey and the girl.

Hell with it, Spike thought with a sigh and continued to dance, keeping one eye on Liam until he headed back to the kitchen.

***

Angel had gone looking for Spike like he said he would and found him on the dance floor with a girl.  That wasn’t surprising really.  In fact it’s what he’d expected and he had prepared himself for the jealousy he would feel reminding himself that this was the way things were, and getting worked up over it wouldn’t change anything.

What he hadn’t been prepared for was finding out who it was that Spike was dancing with.  He wasn’t sure why that should make a difference, but for some reason seeing the only two people in the world, besides himself, to touch his dick in a sexual manner locked in a sensual embrace really pissed him off.

He was suddenly sure they were talking about him, laughing about him, making fun of his nervousness and inexperience and making plans to sneak off somewhere and take from one another what Angel had denied them both.

When Spike had opened his eyes and saw him standing there, watching, he thought he saw a flicker of guilt in the blue.  And that just pissed him off more.  Not wanting to talk to Spike now, here, he gave him and angry glare and went to join his friend Lindsey. 

***

Later that night Wesley sat alone in his apartment, unable to sleep.  They had seen no sign of Hamilton that night, not that he’d been expecting anything, but it was getting ridiculous.  How could the man have disappeared so completely, avoided detection so utterly? 

The determination to find him was strong for Wesley.  He both wanted to stop the spread of the dangerous drugs Hamilton and his boss were responsible for, and also get Spike’s new little friend the hell back to his own home.

He was sure now that something was going on between them.  The undeniable tension he had sensed between them for the five minutes they were together and the way they avoided each other like the plague the rest of the night were dead giveaways.

If Spike was set on pursuing the relationship then Wesley would just have to wish him the best, but the sooner Liam was safe and out of Spike’s apartment the better.

***

Spike and Angel rode home together in terse silence.  Spike had snuck a few glances and opened his mouth to speak once or twice, but Angel kept his gaze firmly averted and Spike had given up.

After they had gotten home and Spike shut and locked the front door he sighed and tried again.  “Liam, listen.  I know you’re pissed off pet, but it was just a dance.  I wasn’t-”

Angel cut him off.  “Shut.  Up.  I don’t want to hear what wasn’t going on.”  He put slight emphasis the word ‘wasn’t’ to show that he didn’t really believe it.  “What I want to hear is you telling me it’s never going to happen again.”

Liam’s voice was cold and hard and Spike frowned in confusion.  He hadn’t thought it would be this big a deal.  He’d plan to go home, apologise, and help Liam forget about it with a few well placed touches.  That clearly wasn’t going to happen.  The kid was seriously pissed off, and it was kind of… sexy.

“Tell you what’s never going to happen again, pet?  That’s just it, nothing’s happened this time.”

Angel didn’t like that answer and his face got harder as he advanced on Spike, using his superior height and weight to back Spike against the door.  “Don’t,” he said venomously.  “Don’t try to pretend this is nothing.  I saw you with her.  Touching her, feeling her, getting lost in her.” 

“Liam, I wasn’t-”.  This time he was cut off by Angel’s hand clamped firmly over his mouth.

Angel didn’t know how much of what he remembered had actually happened and how much of it was in his head, but that didn’t stop him from getting just as angry about it.  “You wanted her.  Wanted to fuck her, and she was going to let you.  And if it wasn’t her it would have been someone else.  It’s always someone else and you can’t do that anymore.”

Angel took his hand away from Spike’s face and leaned in close, noses almost touching.  He looked directly into the other man’s eyes so that the truth of his statement and his feelings would be on display and said with such force and emotion that he shook, “You’re mine.”

He closed the distance between them and attacked Spike’s mouth with his own.  The kiss was harsh and angry; all teeth and tongues until Angel pulled back panting.  “Mine.  Say it,” he demanded.

Spike stood, staring like a moron, not sure who this guy was, or what he had done with Liam, and could only nod dumbly at the request.

“Say it,” Angel demanded again and then his face softened.  He stared at a silent Spike, face desperate as he started to shake, and tears began fall from his eyes.  He collapsed against the blond, burying his face in his neck and pleaded, “Say it, say it, sayit, sayitsayitsayit…”

“Shhh, luv.  It’s alright.  It’s alright.”  Spike folded his arms around Liam in comfort and held him until he stopped trembling.  “I don’t know what’s brought this all on, but no more dirty dancing with loose tarts alright?  Promise.”

Angel wiped his face on Spike’s shoulder and pulled his head back, nodding.  That wasn’t exactly the answer he had hoped for, but he guessed it was better than nothing.

“Good,” Spike said, smiling at him.  “’M gonna go get ready to turn in.”  He started to move past Liam but was stopped as Liam put a hand to his chest and said, “wait.”

“What is it pet?”

Angel moved shaky, unsure fingers to the front of Spike’s shirt and one by one popped each button out of its hole.  He then bent his head to plant open-mouthed kisses along the trail his hands had just made.  He kissed his way back up and veered off to close his lips around a nipple.

At Spike’s groan of response he swirled his tongue around and felt it grow harder under his care, before continuing the path of kisses over the blond’s shoulder, neck and face to end at his mouth.

The lip lock continued as Angel let his hands wander over Spike’s smooth torso and eventually come to rest at the top of his pants.

Spike had been still up to that point, but when he felt his belt being unfastened he reached his hands to cover Liam’s, stopping him.  “You don’t have to do this,” he told him quietly.  “It wont change anything, and if it’s more than you’re ready for that’s okay.  ‘M not going anywhere.”

Angel hadn’t actually thought that Spike would his declare his undying love and faithfulness just because Angel touched his cock, but knowing that Spike was willing to wait if he needed it was pretty nice.

He unfastened Spike’s pants and holding on to the waist, slid them and the underwear down over the slim hips, and knelt at Spike’s feet looking up at him as if to ask permission.

“Ungh, pet, if you keep lookin’ at me like that this isn’t gonna last very long.”

Angel smiled and said, “Then I better look somewhere else,” and directed his attention to the impressive erection in front of him.  He had never seen another penis up close before, never touched one and certainly had never put one in his mouth.  That was about to change.

He reached up with one finger to touch the tip, and Spike’s hips jerked forward.  He ran the finger down the prominent vein to the base and wrapped his fist around it pumping a couple of times before letting go.  It was nice.  Not that scary.  He continued his gentle exploration for a while longer, building up the nervous tension inside him before leaning forward, intending to take the tip of the shaft into his mouth.

Spike could have kicked himself as he felt he once again needed to let Liam know that this was not necessary.  “ ‘M not trying to dissuade you here, sweetheart, but if you want to call this off, now’s the time.  You’d better be sure about finishing before you start.”

Angel couldn’t contain his goofy grin and leant in to start his task.  Spike had called him sweetheart.  He knew it was probably just an expression, but it made him feel warm. 

As he once again gripped the erection in front of him he noticed a bead of wetness glistening at its tip.  He snaked his tongue out to collect it and a jolt of desire hit him hard at the taste.  He opened his mouth wider and closed it around the bulbous head, continuing to swirl his tongue back and forth across the slit.

God, this was incredible!  He kind of figured it would feel good to be on the receiving end of a blow job, but he had no idea it would be so arousing to give one.  He got bolder as his excitement grew and slid his mouth further down until the head was nestled at the back of his throat.  He instinctively swallowed, accidentally lodging the shaft further down his throat and he gagged a little, and coughed it out.

Angel pulled back slightly, looking down embarrassed, but Spike reached down to place a hand on his shoulder and get his attention.  “Don’t worry ‘bout it love.  Takes a bit of practice.  You’re doin’ fine.  Better than fine,” he finished with a groan as Angel got back to work.

This time he didn’t take the other man so far in; he stopped half way and added the use of his hand and set up a decent rhythm of sucking and pumping.  Before long he was caught up in the sight and taste and smell and feel of everything that he was barely aware that he was desperately thrusting his hips into the air in front of him.

He must have done something particularly satisfying to the blond, as Spike let out a deep groan and his hips thrust forward just a bit too forcefully.  Angel didn’t mind at all, and his hips answered the thrust sending is achingly hard cock into Spike’s leg.  The contact felt so good and he did again.  And again.  He figured he should do something about his problem soon before he ended up humping Spike’s leg like a dog.

He reached down and almost broke the zipper in an attempt to get his cock out, fast.  He grabbed it hard and tight in a fist and set up a fast pace, hand working with abandon, as he continued to bring Spike further toward climax. 

It wasn’t long before Spike’s steady hip movement became stilted and he managed to choke out, “Liam, oh, Liam.  Gonna… Oh, pet, so close,” and gave one more thrust and Angel’s mouth was flooded with warm salt.  At the first taste on his tongue his own orgasm hit unexpectedly and he shot his load on Spike’s pant leg.  

Spike tilted his head back against the door to recover.  It had been far from the best blow job he had received.  If he was being honest he had to admit that it had been pretty bad.  But Liam had been enthusiastic and seemed to pick things up pretty quickly, so Spike was confidant that pretty soon Liam would be able to rival a pro.

After almost a minute went by with no move from Liam to get up, Spike jacked his pants back up and pulled the boy to standing.  Spike didn’t know why the kid was avoiding eye contact but he used one finger to turn his face up and bent forward to lick up a smudge of his seed that had dribbled down Liam’s chin.

Then he kissed him and hugged him and told him it had been better than it actually was, and soon Liam was smiling and saying “sorry about your pants” and the two were turning in for the night.

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