RockStarPeach

This little ditty was written as a mod challenge over at nekid_spike for lovelyphilstar22, who challenged me with

how about something porny with 1 or more of the following:

oral sex
rope or chains
shower
wall sex
orgasm denial
public sex

Pick whichever you want because I don't want to hinder the muse at all.

Naturally, I tried to work all those kinks in, plus added some biting and begging for good measure :)  Hope you like, honey! (and sorry it’s a couple days late)

Title:  Wet and Wild

Pairing:  Spike/Angel

Rating:  Adult

Summary:  Porn.  Spike’s feeling playful and Angel is kind of a buzzkill.  Since Spike is offering hot sex, he wins.

Word count:  3500

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Spike leapt over the tall chain link fence, curling his fingers around a diamond of cold steel to pull himself up, his feet digging in to push him the rest of the way over.  His black leather duster skimmed the top and he landed in a graceful crouch on the other side.

“You’re kidding, right?” Angel asked, rough metal criss-crossing his face.  “Spike, we have a pool back at Wolfram and Hart.  Hell, we’ve got a dozen.  And they’re indoors.  And heated.  And we won’t get arrested for trespassing and public indecency.”

“Oh, come on, buzzkill.  Where’s your sense of adventure?” Spike asked with a smirk, letting his coat fall to the ground and then pulling his t-shirt up over his head and tossing it onto his coat.  “Public indecency’s half the fun.  ‘Sides, if we get busted, I happen to know a good lawyer.”

Spike turned his back then and took off at a jog, hopping from leg to leg as he unfastened his laces and kicked out of his boots and pants.  He was completely naked by the time he reached the edge of the gray cement and came to a stop with his toes curled over the bright blue ledge.  He turned back to Angel, winked at him and opened spread his arms to the sides, letting himself fall forward in a retarded looking belly flop.

The crack of Spike hitting the water broke the silence of the night as his smooth, pale body disappeared into giant white splashes and under the water.

“Goddamn it,” Angel muttered to himself and with a sigh he hopped the fence too.  Sure, there was nobody around as it was the middle of the night and pool was closed, but there were houses in the area, apartment buildings that overlooked the area and cars driving by had a pretty good view.

“Spike, get out of there.  I’m serious.  If you want to swim, there are better places.”

“I like this place,” Spike said, water dripping down off his hard pectorals and over his nipples as he stood up in the pool and grinned up at Angel.  Shit, Angel really kind of wanted to lick them off.  Then maybe lick the rest of him too, just for good measure.  And Spike knew it too.  Fucking tease, was what he was.

“Spike.”

“Come on, Angel.  ‘S nice in here.”  He tilted his head down then, all false innocence except for the look in his eyes, narrowed and smiling and so very inviting.  “And I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

He puckered his lips briefly before licking over first the top one, then the bottom, slowly collecting the pool water on his tongue.

Angel tried to will down his growing erection and huffed, switching his weight from this right foot to his left as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“But…” he said, sort of high-pitched and whiny, already feeling defeated.  How was it that Spike could somehow always make people do whatever he wanted them to just because he was sexy and pretty and phenomenal in the sack?  He was still annoying and infuriating a gigantic pain in the ass.  Why the Hell couldn’t Angel remember those very important pieces of information at times like these?  It was really not fair.  “Kids pee in there!”

Spike snorted and his right hand disappeared under the surface of the water, started moving slowly back and forth around his groin.  Angel couldn’t actually see him jerking off because of the ripples in the water, but it was obvious what he was doing and Angel tried not to salivate.  God, he was hot.

Angel was going to beat his ass raw when they got back home.

“If you think that’s bad,” Spike said, breath catching and smile growing wider as his hand sped up, “then you really don’t want to know what I’ve got up to in your pools, Peaches.”

Angel’s face twisted up in disgust as he took a couple of steps closer to the water.

“God, Spike, you’re disgusting.”

“Not nearly as disgusting as the watcher.  Should have seen him last week when he…”

“Spike!  Please, stop.  Seriously.  I will pay you money not to tell me about what Wesley does in there.”

“Then get in with me,” Spike said, smirking again and diving under the water to swim to the edge where Angel stood.  “And I promise to be a very good boy.  Keep my mouth shut.  Or… otherwise occupied.”

Spike kicked off the wall then, pushed onto his back so that he was floating and made an obscene show of sliding his fist down over his erect cock and then cupping his balls between his widely spread legs.

He looked kind of like a spider, but it a stupidly sexy way and since Angel knew he wasn’t going to get Spike out of here until he jumped in the damn pool, he figured it would be better to just get it over with as quickly as possible.  Dive in, fuck Spike in the shallow end, get out and get home.  Should take five minutes tops.  Especially if Spike kept looking like damn sin itself, all wet and spread out and waiting for him.

He stripped quickly leaving his clothes in a neat pile on top of Spike’s duster, (there was no reason to put them on the ground to get dirty of wet when Spike’s clothes had already bitten that bullet) and walked the rest of the way to the water’s edge.  He stood there for a moment watching Spike, eyes half closed and palm cupping his sac, fingers moving lower and back, between his cheeks.

Fuck.  Okay, fuck this.  Angel could handle a little bit of kid pee and the bodily secretions of flabby, middle-aged men who couldn’t afford pools in their backyards if it meant replacing Spike’s fingers with his cock and making the younger vampire scream his name.

He sat down on the cement, wincing slightly at the chill and tentatively swung his legs around, dipping them in the water up to mid-calf level.

“Shit!” he screamed, pulling them out again, curling his knees up to his chest.  “That’s fucking cold.”

Spike stopped his lazy floating at Angel’s outburst and stood back up, smiled at him and cocked his eyebrow.

“Seriously?” he asked.  “Too cold for you?  Shit but you’re turning into a pussy in your old age, Angel.”

Angel scowled and jumped into the pool, keeping his upper body dry as the water barely came up to his waist.  His nuts were fucking freezing but he figured he did a pretty good job of playing it cool.  Only twitched once or twice and that sharp intake of breath was barely noticeable.

“There,” he said.  “I’m in.  Can we go now?”

Spike stuck out his bottom lip, eyes wide and blinking those gorgeous fucking eyelashes as he waded through the water to stand in front of Angel.

“Don’t want to have some fun first?” he asked.  “Boy, you really know how to make a guy feel not so special.”

“Spike, I’m naked in a pool full of public urine and sweat and God knows what else.  And the only reason I’d even consider doing that is for a shot at your ass.  So trust me.  You’re desirable.  Okay?  So let’s just… go home.  We can have plenty of fun there.”

“Pansy,” Spike grumbled before be pressed a quick, hard kiss to Angel’s lips and slipped past him, grabbing the ledge and jumping out of the pool.

Angel turned to face him and looked down at Spike’s outstretched hand, between his wet, bare feet.

“Come on then,” Spike said darting his eyes from one side of the courtyard to the other.  “I just thought of a way to get us all warmed up.”

Angel looked at Spike warily, but took his hand and allowed Spike to pull him from the pool in one smooth motion.  The next thing Angel knew Spike was picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder, taking off at a fast run around the perimeter of the pool.

“Shit!  Spike, let me down you little bastard!”  Sure, he could have broken free if he’d really tried, but that would have ended in both of them getting hurt and he wasn’t in the mood for broken bones and blood on top of public nudity and freezing his ass off, so he didn’t bother to fight.

Spike put him down along the far wall of the pool, pressed him against the concrete with his head landing just next to the sign that reading Please shower before entering the pool and gave his shoulders a hard shove.

“Stay,” Spike said, nipping at Angel’s jaw as he drew back, letting his thumbs glide down from Angel’s shoulders, over his chest, pressing and rubbing over Angel’s nipples on their way down over his abs.

“Spike, what..?”  And yes, Angel might have been a bit dazed and not in full control of his mental capabilities, but Spike was all naked and touching him and Angel was this close to getting laid.  He was smart enough to know that he just played along for another minute or two he’d be home free.

“I said stay, Angel,” Spike told him again, pressing on his biceps so they smashed against the wall, imperfections pressing bruises and tears into Angel’s skin. 

Spike stepped back and looked around, eyes darting over Angel’s body and around before he smiled, a wicked, evil smile, and stepped back in close, pressing his naked body up against Angel’s.

“Oh, God, I don’t like that look,” Angel mumbled, as Spike grabbed his wrists and lifted them up over his head.

Spike huffed a laugh and shook his head.  Angel felt the chill of metal chain around one fist and he stiffened, jerked against Spike to buck him off, but all it accomplished was rubbing his cock up against the groove of Spike’s hip, and yeah, okay, that was nice.

“You might not like that look,” Spike told him, jerking his arm down as far as it could go while wrapped in flimsy chainlink.  The shower head to his right turned on, raining down in almost scalding heat on both of them.  It felt fucking fantastic.  “But I promise you’re going to love how this feels.”

“Spike, I don’t…”  Angel managed to get out before Spike had a similar chain wrapped around his other wrist, another hot spray hitting them from his left side.  Angel gave both his arms an experimental tug only to find out that he couldn’t move either of them more than half an inch without pulling them out of their sockets.

The chains were also strewn so tight that he couldn’t possibly spread his arms far enough apart that the water would shut off.  He was stuck, arms spread wide and back pressed against the wall, warm and wet indefinitely as Spike looked him up and down.

Spike bit down on his tongue lightly, pale pink tip sticking out from between the white of his teeth and Angel’s cock pulsed and jerked, hardened even more at the sight.

The chains were flimsy, the kind you’d find on a light switch and a five year old girl could have broken free of them.  The only reason Angel was staying put was because he wanted to, because that look in Spike’s eyes promised that those glistening lips of Spike’s would soon be wrapped around Angel’s dick.  Plus, sometimes it was fun to just let Spike have his way.  It almost always turned out to be some of the best sex they ever had, even if Angel would never admit it to him.

Spike stepped closer again, rubbed himself up against Angel’s body, purring into his ear as the warm water continued to cascade over them.

“Mmm,” he hummed, hands sliding over Angel’s back and up to his shoulders as Angel felt the sharp prick of twin fangs at his neck.  There was the barest bit of pressure, only enough to finely pierce the skin and then Spike’s lips closed over the wound and he started to suck gently. 

Spike’s hips bucked then, his erection brushing up against Angel’s and Angel let an embarrassingly high-pitched moan while Spike’s throat rumbled, the low sound vibrating through both their bodies.

“Spike,” Angel panted, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.  If his eyes were closed he could almost pretend they might not be arrested any minute now on any number of charges.  “God, Spike, yeah.”

He pumped his hips forward again but this time Spike pulled back, detaching his mouth from Angel’s neck with a warm chuckle.

“Eager, are we?” he asked, reached out with one hand to wrap it around Angel’s cock, squeezing hard.  “Don’t get too excited, Angel.  I want to take my time.”

“Spike, no,” Angel nearly begged.  “Someone could…” he broke off looking pointedly at the road and then around the courtyard.  “You want to explain this to the police?  Or a group of unruly teenagers?”

“Unruly teenagers?” Spike asked with a snort.  “Seriously, how old are you, Angelus?  Just… calm your pretty little self down and relax.  This is supposed to be fun, you know.”

“Spike, I’m…”  Any further protest was cut off as Spike sunk to his knees and swallowed Angel’s cock down to the root in one go.  “Jesus!”

Spike sputtered around his length and pulled back enough to mutter, “don’t think so, mate,” and then Angel was surrounded by Spike’s moist mouth once again.

His arms and legs tensed as Spike sucked him down, the sensitive head of his prick bumping against the back of Spike’s throat and down as Spike swallowed, over and over again.  Angel cried out and his fists balled up, the water still pounding down on them as Angel was very, very careful to keep his hands where they were and not break the chains.

It wasn’t easy.  The desire to grab Spike’s head, thread his fingers through Spike’s hair and hold him still while Angel fucked his face was strong, but what they were doing now had its good points as well.  Besides, there would be plenty of time to do whatever he wanted to Spike when they got home.

“Oh, fuck.  Mmm.  Right there,” he babbled, mouth hanging open between words as he groaned and gasped, chlorinated water spraying across his tongue.  “God, Spike don’t stop.  So close.  So close, just need…”

And then Spike stopped.  Angel blinked his eyes open and looked down to see Spike sitting back on his haunches smirking up at him with that stupid, wiggly, talented tongue of his peeking out from between his lips.  Bastard.

“Say please,” Spike ordered and Angel’s eyes opened wider.  Fucking bastard.

“Oh, come on, Angel.  It’s a simple word.  Just six little letters.  You can do it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not with that attitude,” Spike scoffed, but before Angel could answer, or more probably break his wrists free and throw Spike down on the ground to get them both off right the Hell now, his dick was down Spike’s throat again, tight suction and the tip of Spike’s tongue creating a delicious sensation that pulled him right back to the edge.

His hips stuttered and his stomach knotted, balls feeling tight and heavy and he took a deep breath, ready to shoot his load into Spike’s mouth… And then Spike was gone.  Again.

“Say please, Angel,” Spike reminded him and Angel let out a low groan of frustration and threw his head back against the wall with a thud.

“I hate you,” he said, tugging on the chains the half inch or so they would allow for without snapping.

“I know you do,” Spike smiled, and his fingers trailed up and down Angel’s legs for a few minutes until the edge was off and his breathing had stopped.

Then he started again.

Again and again he did it, sucked him down, brought him so damn close only to deny him release when the time came and Angel wasn’t a sissy by any means, but he wasn’t too afraid to admit that he was damn near tears at that point.  By the sixth or seventh round Angel couldn’t see straight anymore, couldn’t think straight.

Couldn’t think about anything at all except his desperate need to come, to bury himself so far inside Spike’s mouth that Spike’s throat would be sore for days, and then fill Spike up.

“Please,” Angel finally said.  Whispered really, the word coming out soft and broken as his head thrashed from side to side and his balls drew up so tight they hurt.  “Please, Spike.  Fuck, please.”

“Anything, pet,” Spike said as he let Angel’s dick slip from between his lips.  Angel groaned again, a piteous sort of sound, but Spike shushed him with a soft kiss to his lips as his hands clasps down around Angel’s forearms. 

“Anything you want, baby.  Anything for you,” he murmured, and pulled on Angel’s arms, snapped the chains and flipped him around easily.  Angel was so tense and on edge that he couldn’t possibly have put up much of a fight.  Didn’t even really want to, so long as Spike just fucking got him off already.

Angel’s face was pressed into the warm cement of the wall by Spike’s hand on one cheek while Spike pressed against his body from behind.

“Stay,” Spike told him for the second time that night and all Angel could do was whimper and brace himself with his hands on either side of his head as Spike let him go.  He humped forward, the tip of his cock scraping against the rough wall and he hissed as Spike kicked his legs apart and settled between them.

“Spike,” Angel pleaded, not even sure what he was asking for, just knowing that he needed it, whatever it was, and he needed it now.

“I got you, Angel,” Spike said and Angel felt the blunt head of his erection pressing up between his cheeks and against his hole.  “Just hold still.  I got you.”

Spike thrust forward then, all at once, hard and fast.  It hurt like a son of a bitch, but the pain only lasted seconds and it didn’t effect his erection in the least.  Not in a negative way, at least.

As soon as Spike was all the way in he started up a steady rhythm, in and out, hard and harder.  He took Angel’s cock in his hand and jerked in time with his own thrusts, sliding his thumb over the slit and smearing his pre-come around.

“Go ahead, pet,” Spike coaxed after only a couple dozen pushes, voice wet and sweet against Angel’s ear.  “Come.”

Angel did, throwing his head back to rest on Spike’s shoulder and crying out with a hoarse shout, jizz spilling out over Spike’s fingers, washed away by the shower water.

Angel would have collapsed then had it not been for Spike’s arm around his waist holding him up.

“Not so fast, sparky,” Spike laughed.  “I’m not quite finished yet.”

Spike pounded into him for another minute or two, enough time for Angel to regain his motor functions and take his own weight back again.  He planted his hands flat on the wall once again and thrust back onto Spike, squeezed his muscles and rolled his hips, just like Spike liked.

“Fuck!” Spike screamed.  “Angel!  Holy, fucking…”

Bingo, Angel thought with a smile as he felt Spike fill him up with jerky movements and some highly shameful babbling about how Angel was the best he’d ever had.  At least, that’s what Angel was going to tell him, later.

Spike slid free with an extended moan and Angel turned around, pulled Spike in close and wrapped his arms around him.  His turn to hold Spike up.  Funny how they tended to switch off like that.

“You okay?” Angel asked softly, nose sliding along the skin under Spike’s chin and behind his ear.

Spike snorted, a sound that was supposed to be a laugh coming out wet from exertion and the shower spray (which had finally shut off).

“Yeah,” he said, ducking his head and nuzzling his cheek against Angel’s for a split second before he pulled back and stood up straight.  “Yeah.  ‘M good.”

“Good,” Angel said, nodding and heading around the pool for their pile of discarded clothing.  “Can we finally go home?”

“Oh, don’t be like that, baby” Spike teased, catching up behind him and reaching down to grab Angel’s shirt before he could pick it up.  He smiled as he worked Angel’s head through the hole, helping him get dressed.  “You can’t tell me you didn’t love that.”

Angel couldn’t quite hide his own smile while he slid on his underwear and pants.

“It didn’t suck,” he answered, winking at Spike and hopping over the fence again once he’d slipped into his shoes.

“Ha!” Spike barked, not bothering to put on more than his pants as he scooped up the rest of his things in one hand and followed Angel over.  “Not in the bad way, at any rate.”

“Hey Spike?” Angel said, elbowing Spike in the side when they were halfway down the block.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll give you a thirty second head start,” Angel said, smiling wide at Spike’s raised eyebrow.  “But when I catch up to you, your ass is mine.”

END