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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.
Unfortunately, by the time they got changed into clothes they could scramble into wet and run if they got caught, got a stack of fluffy towels, and a bottle of something alcoholic for Spike, they left without remembering the lube. Spike was all for going back to get it, but Xander thought they could improvise. Of course he was mostly naked when they noticed the lack, and he really didn't want to put his clothes back on. Spike, however, was not mostly naked, seemingly torn between wanting to go back and get the lube so they could be really naughty, and watching Xander strip off and make a perfect swim team dive off the side of the pool. When Xander surfaced, Spike was still staring at him, so he supposed he must have won.
"Well, I guess I'll just do some laps while I wait for you to decide to get naked, 'kay?" That's what Xander did, too, pushing off with strong strokes toward the end of the empty pool. It was nice, out here like this, with no one around. The pool was just cool enough to make him shiver if he stayed still too long, but not cold enough to make his parts shrivel. Which was good. If Spike would ever get in there with him. He stopped at the end of his fifth lap, and grabbed the concrete lip of the pool. "Are you going to watch me all night?"
"When did you learn to swim like that?" Spike asked, and his voice had an odd note in it.
"I was on the swim team for awhile, before things got a little fishy. Why?"
"Just wondered."
"Spike, what's wrong? I know you can swim. So what it is?"
"You're naked."
"You're observant. You're also not. Naked, I mean."
"Pet, this is a public place. And you've got no clothes on. In case you forget, that's something you swore up, down and sideways you would never do. And you did. For me, I might add."
"Okay. Yes, and yes, and duh. Eventually you'll convince me to do just about anything. And you forget that the only one likely to see me out here besides you is the security guard. Now if we're through having a Hallmark moment, could you please get your damned clothes off and get your skinny ass in here?"
Whatever weird turn of thought Spike was having lightened when he grinned and started shucking clothes. Xander expected him to cannonball right into the center of the pool, but Spike took the steps instead, and stopped halfway down them to sit in chest deep water. He beckoned, and Xander went to him, wondering what Spike was up to now. Turned out he was just up to hauling Xander up between his legs, so that Xander's back was against Spike's chest.
"You're far too pretty when you swim, pet."
Shifting so that Spike's chin was not digging so sharply into his head, Xander laughed. "And you are in an odd mood. You okay?"
"M'fine. Full moon, I suppose."
Sure enough, when Xander looked, it was a full moon, bright and round and clear in the desert sky. He could see in his head what Spike would look like right now, skin almost luminous in the light, hair taking on a weird iridescence and his eyes would look pale and cold. A trick of the night was all it would be, though, because Spike's eyes were always filled with a warm glow for Xander, even when they fought. Luxuriating in the soft lap of water against his chest and belly, and Spike's solid presence at his back, Xander closed his eyes and let his head loll back against Spike's shoulder.
"Mmmm. Nice."
"Yeah. It is."
And it was. Even nicer when Spike started touching him, slow sweeps of fingers and palm along Xander's neck and shoulders. The touch was light to begin with, as insubstantial as the moonlight. Then more pressure, more contact, as Spike rubbed over his chest, his nipples, his belly. Even Spike's nails sliding up his ribs felt good, instead of ticklish, and he wanted to touch too, to share the feelings. But when he tried to turn, Spike stopped him. Spike's explored, with hands, and then mouth, nibbling Xander's ear, and neck, biting lightly at his nape. Nothing fast, nothing urgent, not even playful. This was relaxed and languid, both of them content to let the feeling build slowly. This was Sunday morning sex, the kind that came from sipping mimosas in bed and then sliding into the bathtub with each other.
Tightening his thighs, Spike pushed Xander up out of the water a bit and slid one hand down between his legs, touching the heavy heat there, sliding his fingers around Xander's cock in a slow, easy rhythm. With a low moan, Xander moved into the caress and away from it, letting the buoyancy of the water do most of the work. An answering hardness from Spike nestled against his spine, rubbing there with every movement. Time slowed down, like it did sometimes when they were together like this, and Xander thought he could last a long, long while. They moved together in perfect time, and Xander spared a silly thought for synchronized swimming. His light chuckle made Spike laugh too, for no reason, a light vibration against his neck, just under his ear. The strokes on his cock got not so much faster and deeper, fuller, and he pressed back against Spike, digging his fingers into Spike's legs.
They rocked together for who knew how long while the moon made circles in the sky, and when they came it was not so much a desperate relief as a wonderfully relaxing escape from reality. Boneless and breathless, Xander pushed off the pool floor with his feet to keep them from sliding down into the water, and they moved as one to the shallow top step, so they could wind themselves together and let tiny waves rock them gently back and forth.
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