Boxer/Briefs - III
Warnings: Spike/Xander slash - Adults only for dirty thoughts and naked men. No gain or profit and no harm intended. It all belongs to Joss - sigh. Not beta’d the mistakes are all mine.
In Love with Boxer/Briefs - part Trois (since you all seem to want more)
Spike was glad he’d invited Xander out on a date. After all he thought, it’s time to see if this relationship could stand the light of day (so to speak). The sex was great and they spent a lot of time together watching pay-per-view and porn, as well as the occasional soap opera. They both decided they loved the men on Desperate Housewives’, but you could only do so much hanging around the house. So, he’d ask Xander for a date, dinner and a movie - he’d even cleaned up the DeSoto just to make a good impression on Xander.
He went ahead and let himself into the apartment and then began to growl - Xander wasn’t ready yet! He could hear the shower running and they had reservations for seven. Spike didn’t at all mind making people wait for him, but no mere human, not even his lover should ever make a master vampire wait. He paced impatiently waiting for Xander to appear. He heard the shower stop and Xander rattling around in his bedroom, slamming drawers. Still growling and halfway to game face, Spike abruptly and violently opened the door only to again be stopped dead (yes, I know) at the sight of Xander, once again in his boxer/briefs. Spike switched back to his human face and swallowed - boxer/briefs were going to kill him, he thought numbly.
Xander had quickly turned around startled, clutching the white gym sock in his hands to his chest. His naked chest was wet with small brown nipples, taut and ripe from the cool air. He’d obviously been trying to dress in a hurry. His wet hair was dripping down to his thin white gauze shirt, causing it to stick to him with wide almost transparent marks. The shirt was unbuttoned and loose over white boxer/briefs, flashing his nipples, and belly button. Matching wet marks, marred the clean white fabric. His golden brown skin was still flushed and warm from the shower. Spike could feel his cock pulse with want.
Spike helplessly watched as a drop of water fell to Xander’s winged collar bone, just below his necklace that fit tight enough to be a collar. The thoughts of which made him harden even more. Picturing Xander in nothing but a collar and gleaming white boxer/briefs, made him moan with desire. Another drop trickled down to his collar, he watched fasinated as the drop moved down to perch on one nipple, causing it to tighten even more. The drop slowly traveled down snaking along his fine trail of hair to finally disappear into his boxer/briefs. Boxer/briefs that showed off his erection and that were now damp with pre-cum as well as water from his shower. Spike swallowed again, more droplets of water traveled slowly down Xander’s legs to his socks, well okay one sock. And how was it, that the sexist thing he’d ever seen was a boy, no a man really, standing around with only one sock on.
Xander was now the one swallowing, having dropped his other sock to floor, he reached up and dragged both hands through his hair and then shook his head like a big over grown dog. He splattered the room and Spike with warm water. “Stay, stay just like that!” Spike growled, need making him switch back into game face. Getting even harder at the sight of his lover with arms raised up and hands locked behind his head, causing his chest to thrust out, a chest heaving with Xander’s panting breaths. Narrow waist and boxer/briefs stretched tight from his hard-on. His shirt was almost painted on with water. Eyes, dilated with need as he looked back at Spike. He swallowed again and then Spike was lost, all he could think of was the feel of Xander swallowing around his hard cock.
And that’s how Spike found out that although going out on the town with the Scourge of Europe and splattering blood all over the walls was fun. Staying home with his warm human lover and getting splattered with his cum was even better.
For all my flist longing for boxer/briefs!
Yes, I swear I’m working on Future Hope - it’s been a busy month or so in the real world.
In Love with Boxer/Briefs - part Trois (since you all seem to want more)
Spike was glad he’d invited Xander out on a date. After all he thought, it’s time to see if this relationship could stand the light of day (so to speak). The sex was great and they spent a lot of time together watching pay-per-view and porn, as well as the occasional soap opera. They both decided they loved the men on Desperate Housewives’, but you could only do so much hanging around the house. So, he’d ask Xander for a date, dinner and a movie - he’d even cleaned up the DeSoto just to make a good impression on Xander.
He went ahead and let himself into the apartment and then began to growl - Xander wasn’t ready yet! He could hear the shower running and they had reservations for seven. Spike didn’t at all mind making people wait for him, but no mere human, not even his lover should ever make a master vampire wait. He paced impatiently waiting for Xander to appear. He heard the shower stop and Xander rattling around in his bedroom, slamming drawers. Still growling and halfway to game face, Spike abruptly and violently opened the door only to again be stopped dead (yes, I know) at the sight of Xander, once again in his boxer/briefs. Spike switched back to his human face and swallowed - boxer/briefs were going to kill him, he thought numbly.
Xander had quickly turned around startled, clutching the white gym sock in his hands to his chest. His naked chest was wet with small brown nipples, taut and ripe from the cool air. He’d obviously been trying to dress in a hurry. His wet hair was dripping down to his thin white gauze shirt, causing it to stick to him with wide almost transparent marks. The shirt was unbuttoned and loose over white boxer/briefs, flashing his nipples, and belly button. Matching wet marks, marred the clean white fabric. His golden brown skin was still flushed and warm from the shower. Spike could feel his cock pulse with want.
Spike helplessly watched as a drop of water fell to Xander’s winged collar bone, just below his necklace that fit tight enough to be a collar. The thoughts of which made him harden even more. Picturing Xander in nothing but a collar and gleaming white boxer/briefs, made him moan with desire. Another drop trickled down to his collar, he watched fasinated as the drop moved down to perch on one nipple, causing it to tighten even more. The drop slowly traveled down snaking along his fine trail of hair to finally disappear into his boxer/briefs. Boxer/briefs that showed off his erection and that were now damp with pre-cum as well as water from his shower. Spike swallowed again, more droplets of water traveled slowly down Xander’s legs to his socks, well okay one sock. And how was it, that the sexist thing he’d ever seen was a boy, no a man really, standing around with only one sock on.
Xander was now the one swallowing, having dropped his other sock to floor, he reached up and dragged both hands through his hair and then shook his head like a big over grown dog. He splattered the room and Spike with warm water. “Stay, stay just like that!” Spike growled, need making him switch back into game face. Getting even harder at the sight of his lover with arms raised up and hands locked behind his head, causing his chest to thrust out, a chest heaving with Xander’s panting breaths. Narrow waist and boxer/briefs stretched tight from his hard-on. His shirt was almost painted on with water. Eyes, dilated with need as he looked back at Spike. He swallowed again and then Spike was lost, all he could think of was the feel of Xander swallowing around his hard cock.
And that’s how Spike found out that although going out on the town with the Scourge of Europe and splattering blood all over the walls was fun. Staying home with his warm human lover and getting splattered with his cum was even better.
For all my flist longing for boxer/briefs!
Yes, I swear I’m working on Future Hope - it’s been a busy month or so in the real world.