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Cicirossi
It started with with a (fictional, we hope) ice cream/donut/sex shop rest area on the highway. And then it just grew until it ate Cici's brain.
Rated NC-17. Contains rampant silliness, ice cream abuse, food as sex toys. If you're bothered by slash you might not want to keep reading....
Spike, Xander, and the Buffyverse ©Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Warner Brothers,
UPN, 20th Century Fox, Sandollar, and probably some other people I've forgotten.
It's Joss' world, we just like to play in it.
With a warm glow in his belly and in his hand, Xander hauled Spike into the hot tub and made with the nice. Luxury. Pure luxury to be able to climb on top of Spike and 'intermingle parts' as Anya might call it, without worrying about the phone ringing, or the door being kicked open, or someone hearing him yell his head off. He thought Spike kind of liked it too. Well, maybe more than kind of, judging from the sounds he was making. Or that could be because Xander had put him on the bottom, where he had to sit on his sore butt while they did the bump and rub.
Napping was another luxury, one he was afraid he could get used to. Especially curled up in the big bed with Spike. Spike was sleeping like, well, the dead, which meant that Xander got to touch him without it turning sexual. Not that it wasn't nice when it did, but Xander liked to catalog the pieces of Spike's body with his fingertips, good points and bad. Starting with the hair, rough and dry on the ends, silky soft and dark at the roots. The cheekbones that defined every expression that Spike made, that made his mouth look positively indecent. The sweep of his eyelashes, so long for a man's, and they didn't even flutter as Xander ran his forefinger over them, that's how much Spike trusted him.
The neck fascinated him, because there should be a pulse there, and there wasn't. The hollows under Spike's collarbones were too deep, and his ribs too prominent, but it was fun to run his hands down Spike's sides and laugh about how this was more like a real washboard than anyone's abs ever were. Spike would glare at him for it if he were awake, and stick his tongue out. Xander would try to capture that tongue then, and whoa, okay, getting sexual again there.
He traced his hand down over Spike's belly, where the skin was soft and covered with the finest downy hair. He knew he had it bad the first time he saw Spike completely naked, because he even thought his belly button was cute. What kind of sap did that make him? Squeezing one cheek of Spike's ass, he thought that no man had a right to a butt that cute, especially since Xander considered his own to be wider than was strictly necessary. And Spike's butt took its share of abuse too, which just made it all the sweeter to touch.
As far as he could reach, Spike's legs were hard with muscle, and covered with springy hair and Xander knew they were strong. Very strong when they gripped his waist and Spike moaned and gasped under him. Oh, who was he kidding? Xander could never get through an exploration of Spike's assets without it turning him on. Maybe it was time to wake Spike up for another go.
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