Spangel AU ficathon entry
Because I'll be out of town on Saturday, I'm posting my entry for the sangpassionne's Spangel AU ficathon now. Enjoy.
Title: Freshman Initiation
Pairing: Spike/Angel (this is an all human AU)
Rating: light NC-17
Beta: the lovely and talented silvertedy
This is for zinnydark who requested the following: Personas: College Freshmen who are assigned as roommates. Three things I want: Angel catching Spike with his girlfriend, late-night study help, and... um... not much else.... Two things I don't want: Buffy, any actual dates... just sex!. Tone: not angsty.... Rating: Any, though NC-17 would be appreciated
Angel didn’t get it. He’d tried all night but the damn reading for his English class didn’t make any sense. Trudging back to his dorm room, he hoped Spike was still awake. Angel was here to play football, unlike Spike, who was actually at the university to learn. Of course, in order to keep playing, Angel had to pass his classes, which included stupid Freshman Comp., which his coach couldn’t even get him out of.
Sulking, he stared at his feet as he opened the door to their room and stepped over to his bed. “Hey Spike, you think you could help me out with this poetry?” He dropped his backpack on his desk chair and turned for Spike’s reply--only to realize they weren’t alone. Spike and Willow were on Spike’s bed. Naked.
Fucking.
Hard.
More accurately, Willow was riding Spike for all she was worth while Spike lay there and glanced over at Angel. “Hey.”
“I’m just ...,” Angel stammered and started for the door, “I’m gonna--”
“Ah, come on, Angel.” Willow grinned and licked her lips as she reached up to tweak her nipples. “Why don’t you join us?”
Angel’s previous thoughts that Willow was sweet and innocent flew out the window when he saw the deliciously evil glint in her eye. “Uh... n-n-no...” He focused his attention on Spike’s face. “I’ll be downstairs.”
Spike nodded and Angel was out the door
Fifteen minutes later Spike found Angel in the TV room staring at the wall. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He looked up and met Spike’s gaze.
Spike tilted his head toward the stairs. “Come on up. Willow’s gone.”
Angel didn’t move; he just stared at Spike as if he hadn’t heard.
They studied each other for several minutes, neither moving or speaking. Finally, Spike broke the silence, “Sorry about ... well, I didn’t realize how late it was. Should have left some kind of warning on the door.”
Angel knew he should say something, but he couldn’t figure out what. What did you say to someone whose girlfriend had just invited you for a threesome?
“If I’d known Willow was gonna ask you to--” Spike cut himself off as Angel rose from the lounge chair.
“Did she mean it?”
Spike looked as surprised by the question as Angel was at asking it. “Honestly?”
Angel nodded.
“Yeah. She meant it.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?”
Spike grinned.
“Doesn’t it make you worry that you’re not enough for her?”
Spike laughed and shook his head. “Not that serious, mate. ‘Sides, she wasn’t asking us to share her.”
Spike cocked an eyebrow and Angel’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“Yep,” Spike winked. “You got it now.”
“She wanted ...” he watched his hands make strange motions like he was in third grade again and didn’t really know what sex was. He pointed back and forth between the two of them. “Me and you?”
“Yep.” Spike turned and headed for the stairs. Angel stood in the lounge dumbfounded.
A few minutes later Angel burst through the door of their room to find Spike lounging on his bed reading Angel’s poetry book.
Angel knew he should just talk about his homework, but he couldn’t let go of what had just happened on that bed. “Why would she want--”
“To watch two gorgeous guys fucking?” Spike finished for him.
Angel stepped closer to the Spike then stopped. “Gorgeous? She said I was gorgeous?”
“No.” He dropped the book and looked up at Angel. “I did.”
Angel stepped back as Spike sat up and made to stand. “Wait.”
Spike rose and stepped into Angel’s space.
“But you and Willow--”
“Are friends and fuck buddies. She’s mostly into chicks, just likes a little cock now and then.” He grinned and grabbed his crotch. “Not that it’s little, but you know what I mean.” He tipped his head to the side, and his smile suddenly reminded Angel of Willow’s. A little devious, definitely up to no good. Sexy as hell.
“I-I-I’m ... I’m not like that.” He edged back. But Spike followed him step for step until the backs of his knees hit the edge of his own bed.
“What? Not a fag?”
Angel got the impression that Spike didn’t much care if he was or wasn’t gay, he liked what he saw and he wanted a taste. And Angel, despite all his protests, wanted a taste, too. His eyes fell to Spike’s lips. Soft and full and enticing. He licked his own lips, jumping back and falling on the bed when Spike leaned in to kiss him.
“I can’t,” he whispered. He closed his eyes, afraid that looking at Spike would make him change his mind.
But Spike didn’t seem to be listening. Angel felt a hand at his zipper and looked down to find Spike kneeling between his legs unfastening his jeans. “It’s okay.” His eyes and smile were kind. “You don’t have to do anything. Just lay back and enjoy. Let me do this for you. Then we’ll work on your poetry assignment.”
He should have said no. He should have pushed Spike away. But the thought of those hands on him, that mouth. He melted back into the covers and whispered, “Yeah.”
Spike was gentle yet strong, pushing and pulling to get Angel’s jeans off, his cock out, his legs spread just so. He crawled up onto the bed between Angel’s thighs and touched him with nimble fingers, teasing him, driving him to the edge. Angel thought he was going to come when Spike leaned over and blew a cool stream of air down his length to his balls then retraced the path with the tip of his tongue.
At some point the teasing stopped, and Spike took Angel in his mouth. Angel wound his fingers in Spike’s hair and held him close. Spike relaxed into the touch, opened his throat, and encouraged Angel to move. And he did. He jerked his hips up, fucking Spike’s mouth, unaware of how lost in his pleasure he’d become. When Spike slid a finger inside him, Angel pushed back against it and came down his throat, groaning Spike’s name.
Angel lay there gasping for breath, coming down slowly. Relishing the experience. He felt Spike’s hair soft against his thigh and in his hands. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the form he’d had to fill out for roommate assignments. He’d never expected to get someone quite so ... compatible.
“What’s so funny?”
Angel looked down to see a pair of bright blue eyes looking up at him. Spike’s grin was gone. He looked open and gentle and innocent, despite having just blown Angel’s mind. “Just thinking that maybe we have more in common than I’d thought.”
Spike smiled and then rose from the bed. Tossing Angel a box of tissues and his poetry book, he walked toward the door. “Clean up and we’ll do your homework. I’m gonna go--” He motioned toward the bathroom.
Angel wiped himself off and zipped his jeans back up. He felt a bit weird about what had just happened. He’d liked it, he wanted more, but he’d pushed Spike away when he’d tried to kiss him. “Shit,” he muttered as he stood up, his feet carrying him back and forth from the bed to his desk as he tried to clear his head.
But when the door opened he knew what to do. Walking over to Spike, he pulled him in close and kissed him. “Thank you.”
The End
Title: Freshman Initiation
Pairing: Spike/Angel (this is an all human AU)
Rating: light NC-17
Beta: the lovely and talented silvertedy
This is for zinnydark who requested the following: Personas: College Freshmen who are assigned as roommates. Three things I want: Angel catching Spike with his girlfriend, late-night study help, and... um... not much else.... Two things I don't want: Buffy, any actual dates... just sex!. Tone: not angsty.... Rating: Any, though NC-17 would be appreciated
Angel didn’t get it. He’d tried all night but the damn reading for his English class didn’t make any sense. Trudging back to his dorm room, he hoped Spike was still awake. Angel was here to play football, unlike Spike, who was actually at the university to learn. Of course, in order to keep playing, Angel had to pass his classes, which included stupid Freshman Comp., which his coach couldn’t even get him out of.
Sulking, he stared at his feet as he opened the door to their room and stepped over to his bed. “Hey Spike, you think you could help me out with this poetry?” He dropped his backpack on his desk chair and turned for Spike’s reply--only to realize they weren’t alone. Spike and Willow were on Spike’s bed. Naked.
Fucking.
Hard.
More accurately, Willow was riding Spike for all she was worth while Spike lay there and glanced over at Angel. “Hey.”
“I’m just ...,” Angel stammered and started for the door, “I’m gonna--”
“Ah, come on, Angel.” Willow grinned and licked her lips as she reached up to tweak her nipples. “Why don’t you join us?”
Angel’s previous thoughts that Willow was sweet and innocent flew out the window when he saw the deliciously evil glint in her eye. “Uh... n-n-no...” He focused his attention on Spike’s face. “I’ll be downstairs.”
Spike nodded and Angel was out the door
Fifteen minutes later Spike found Angel in the TV room staring at the wall. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He looked up and met Spike’s gaze.
Spike tilted his head toward the stairs. “Come on up. Willow’s gone.”
Angel didn’t move; he just stared at Spike as if he hadn’t heard.
They studied each other for several minutes, neither moving or speaking. Finally, Spike broke the silence, “Sorry about ... well, I didn’t realize how late it was. Should have left some kind of warning on the door.”
Angel knew he should say something, but he couldn’t figure out what. What did you say to someone whose girlfriend had just invited you for a threesome?
“If I’d known Willow was gonna ask you to--” Spike cut himself off as Angel rose from the lounge chair.
“Did she mean it?”
Spike looked as surprised by the question as Angel was at asking it. “Honestly?”
Angel nodded.
“Yeah. She meant it.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?”
Spike grinned.
“Doesn’t it make you worry that you’re not enough for her?”
Spike laughed and shook his head. “Not that serious, mate. ‘Sides, she wasn’t asking us to share her.”
Spike cocked an eyebrow and Angel’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“Yep,” Spike winked. “You got it now.”
“She wanted ...” he watched his hands make strange motions like he was in third grade again and didn’t really know what sex was. He pointed back and forth between the two of them. “Me and you?”
“Yep.” Spike turned and headed for the stairs. Angel stood in the lounge dumbfounded.
A few minutes later Angel burst through the door of their room to find Spike lounging on his bed reading Angel’s poetry book.
Angel knew he should just talk about his homework, but he couldn’t let go of what had just happened on that bed. “Why would she want--”
“To watch two gorgeous guys fucking?” Spike finished for him.
Angel stepped closer to the Spike then stopped. “Gorgeous? She said I was gorgeous?”
“No.” He dropped the book and looked up at Angel. “I did.”
Angel stepped back as Spike sat up and made to stand. “Wait.”
Spike rose and stepped into Angel’s space.
“But you and Willow--”
“Are friends and fuck buddies. She’s mostly into chicks, just likes a little cock now and then.” He grinned and grabbed his crotch. “Not that it’s little, but you know what I mean.” He tipped his head to the side, and his smile suddenly reminded Angel of Willow’s. A little devious, definitely up to no good. Sexy as hell.
“I-I-I’m ... I’m not like that.” He edged back. But Spike followed him step for step until the backs of his knees hit the edge of his own bed.
“What? Not a fag?”
Angel got the impression that Spike didn’t much care if he was or wasn’t gay, he liked what he saw and he wanted a taste. And Angel, despite all his protests, wanted a taste, too. His eyes fell to Spike’s lips. Soft and full and enticing. He licked his own lips, jumping back and falling on the bed when Spike leaned in to kiss him.
“I can’t,” he whispered. He closed his eyes, afraid that looking at Spike would make him change his mind.
But Spike didn’t seem to be listening. Angel felt a hand at his zipper and looked down to find Spike kneeling between his legs unfastening his jeans. “It’s okay.” His eyes and smile were kind. “You don’t have to do anything. Just lay back and enjoy. Let me do this for you. Then we’ll work on your poetry assignment.”
He should have said no. He should have pushed Spike away. But the thought of those hands on him, that mouth. He melted back into the covers and whispered, “Yeah.”
Spike was gentle yet strong, pushing and pulling to get Angel’s jeans off, his cock out, his legs spread just so. He crawled up onto the bed between Angel’s thighs and touched him with nimble fingers, teasing him, driving him to the edge. Angel thought he was going to come when Spike leaned over and blew a cool stream of air down his length to his balls then retraced the path with the tip of his tongue.
At some point the teasing stopped, and Spike took Angel in his mouth. Angel wound his fingers in Spike’s hair and held him close. Spike relaxed into the touch, opened his throat, and encouraged Angel to move. And he did. He jerked his hips up, fucking Spike’s mouth, unaware of how lost in his pleasure he’d become. When Spike slid a finger inside him, Angel pushed back against it and came down his throat, groaning Spike’s name.
Angel lay there gasping for breath, coming down slowly. Relishing the experience. He felt Spike’s hair soft against his thigh and in his hands. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the form he’d had to fill out for roommate assignments. He’d never expected to get someone quite so ... compatible.
“What’s so funny?”
Angel looked down to see a pair of bright blue eyes looking up at him. Spike’s grin was gone. He looked open and gentle and innocent, despite having just blown Angel’s mind. “Just thinking that maybe we have more in common than I’d thought.”
Spike smiled and then rose from the bed. Tossing Angel a box of tissues and his poetry book, he walked toward the door. “Clean up and we’ll do your homework. I’m gonna go--” He motioned toward the bathroom.
Angel wiped himself off and zipped his jeans back up. He felt a bit weird about what had just happened. He’d liked it, he wanted more, but he’d pushed Spike away when he’d tried to kiss him. “Shit,” he muttered as he stood up, his feet carrying him back and forth from the bed to his desk as he tried to clear his head.
But when the door opened he knew what to do. Walking over to Spike, he pulled him in close and kissed him. “Thank you.”
The End