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NC-17 Angel/Spike, Spike/others
Days after Spike turns eighteen, he gets sucked into a whole new world by a mysterious man, but is it one he's ready for?
Warnings for: 18yo Spike in a BDSM relationship with an older man
beta'd by thatotherperv
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Saturday afternoon, Spike sat in his room feeling intensely guilty about what had happened between him and Lindsey the night before, and this time he wasn't drunk and high with Lindsey in front of him to distract him. Anytime now, Angel would be texting him about what he wanted him to do that night and Spike still didn't have any idea whether to tell him about what happened or not.
When the text finally came, Spike's stomach lurched. Mobile in hand, he stared at the display that read Angel, but didn't answer it. A few minutes later, it vibrated in his hand again and Spike reluctantly opened the text. Why aren't you answering?
Spike thought of a million excuses, including that he just hadn't got it. Would be believable enough, he mused. Texts got lost all the time. Still, he just couldn't bring himself to lie to him. I screwed up.
Angel responded immediately. What did you do?
Taking a deep breath, Spike admitted, I made out with a friend. A bloke. Let him wank me for four minutes.
His text was met with silence for five long minutes, during which Spike imagined Angel was trying to find just the right way to tell him to fuck off. When the next text came through, Spike anxiously opened it anyway. I want details.
Spike blinked. Of all the things he'd expected Angel to say about what he'd admitted, that hadn't been one of them. Still, he was pretty sure Angel wasn't asking for wanking material. He guessed Angel wanted to know the circumstances. Was drunk and high, and I know that's no excuse. We were playing spin the bottle with a twist. Had to kiss for two minutes and touch a body part of the group's choice the whole time. Same-sex hookups had to touch actual flesh and double the time.
Spike waited, holding his breath for a reply. He didn't have to wait long. Who?
Spike debated telling him, eventually settling on asking a question of his own. Not being presumptuous or anything, but I can't judge your reaction through this. Not asking so you can do something stupid like go after him, are you?
Nearly immediately, the next text came through. No. Tell me.
Spike hesitated a moment more, then answered. Lindsey.
There was silence for several minutes, then Angel sent another message. That's it? You jerked each other off for four minutes in front of everyone while you kissed and that was the end of it?
Spike bit his lip. No. He cornered me in the bathroom after. Was worried about me when I took off. Admitted he's into blokes too, and I told him about you. Not your name or any specifics, not that I even *know* your name…just, told him we had an understanding about the cock thing. And then he kissed me and we rubbed off on each other, without groping each other.
Now Angel knew everything and the ball was in his court. Spike wouldn't blame him if he didn't want anything more to do with him, although he hoped against hope this could be fixed somehow.
Minutes ticked by. Just when Spike started to think that maybe Angel's silence was his way of telling him it was over, Spike got another text from him. Meet me in ten minutes at my apartment. The building just north of yours. 9B. The doorman will let you up. Bring a blindfold, knock on my door, then put it on and wait.
Spike's stomach did a flip. His flat? And it was next door? But, Spike thought, he didn't know anyone in the building next to his. Maybe Angel was just someone he saw a lot out front of their buildings but had never actually met and he didn't want to be recognized? But then, why the whispering and the false name?
More confused than he'd been yet by this whole thing, Spike hurriedly texted back that he'd be there and all but jumped off his bed. He went directly to his closet and looked for something he could use as a blindfold. None of his ties were wide enough. He thought about a towel from the bathroom, but those would be too thick and bulky to work.
Wracking his brain, he finally settled on a black dress shirt that was a size too small. Grabbing it off the hanger, he ripped one long sleeve off. Holding it up to his head, he tested it for length and was pleased to find it would be wide enough and long enough. Folding it up, he stuffed it in his blue jeans pocket and started for the door. He hesitated with his hand on the handle, debating whether he should keep the butt plug in that he'd put in earlier or not. Angel hadn't said either way, though, so Spike decided to just leave it.
Minutes later Spike was out of his building and walking into Angel's, nerves twisting his insides, especially when he stepped onto the lift after the doorman waved him past. Taking a deep breath, he hit the button for the ninth floor. As the doors slid shut, the rational part of his brain tried to point out that he could be walking into a very bad situation. He had no idea what to expect, and Angel was bigger than him. If he was angry enough, he could beat the snot out of him and Spike wouldn't stand a chance, never mind that he'd been in a couple of fights over the years and held his own. Those had been boys he was fighting, blokes his own age with limited skill levels matching his own. Angel was a man, several years older than Spike…at least that was the impression Spike got. Another part of his brain told the rational part to fuck off, pointing out that Angel had never given him any indication he was dangerous so far. Well, besides the stalking, and the secret identity bit….
The lift dinged his arrival at the ninth floor and the doors slid open. Spike stood there, frozen to the spot, only moving when the doors finally started to close again. He jumped forward, stopped them with his hand, hesitated a moment more, then made his decision and stepped off the lift onto Angel's floor. Glancing around, he saw the door marked B and headed for it.
Stopping in front of it, he again hesitated, debating his sanity. He shouldn't be there. This was different from their other meetings. Much different. He got the sense he was at a crossroads of sorts, and whatever path he picked was going to affect his life greatly. It was a heavy weight to have on his shoulders, but in the end, he went with his instincts and knocked, then glanced up and down the hall before putting the blindfold on and securing it in place at the back of his head. He couldn't see anything through the two layers of fabric and hoped Angel would be satisfied with that.
Seconds ticked by and then Spike heard the door open. He held his breath, waiting for Angel to say something. All was silent for so long Spike was nearly ready to jump out of his skin.
He did jump when Angel finally spoke. "Come in."
Angel's voice was hoarse again. Spike frowned. What? Did the man fall ill that easily? But then, Spike had never heard any other signs of illness, at least the type that caused hoarse voices. No sniffles, no cough, not even any wheezing.
Deciding it was a question for another time, Spike reached out, intent on feeling his way inside. He didn't have to. Angel took him by the upper arm and guided him in. They stopped briefly and Spike heard the door click shut behind him and locks tumble into place. He tensed as the finality of it hit him, then forced himself to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Then they were moving again, Angel leading him further into the apartment. Abruptly, he stopped and Spike stopped next to him. Angel dropped his hand and Spike heard him back away. Feeling awkward and at a distinct disadvantage, Spike shuffled from foot to foot, waiting for whatever was coming next.
"You broke the one hard and fast rule I gave you," Angel said, eventually.
Spike swallowed. "Yes."
"Was it too hard to follow? Was I asking too much?"
Spike's face heated, feeling like a child being scolded. "No."
More silence, and then a hand touched his cheek, startling Spike. "I understand you've got hormones racing through you still and this is all new…not just with me, but with guys in general. I get that you were drunk and high and weren't thinking straight."
All the while he talked, Angel kept caressing Spike's cheek and jaw, making Spike a bundle of nerves while he waited for the other shoe to drop. Then Angel's hand moved down to Spike's neck and slid around behind his head. Spike sucked in a sharp breath as Angel grabbed a handful of hair and firmly tugged on it, forcing Spike's head back until it was tilted at what he assumed was approximately the right angle to meet Angel's eyes, if he'd been allowed that.
"But here's the thing. For all intents and purposes, no matter the reasons, you cheated on me. You broke my trust," Angel said, a hard edge to his voice.
To his horror, Spike felt tears threaten at the idea that this might be a break-up speech and was infinitely thankful at that moment for the blindfold. He would have been humiliated if Angel had seen. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Spike kept his voice even with some effort as he said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
Angel's other hand came up then and began caressing his face, the touch at odds with the tight grip Angel's fingers still had in his hair. "I know you are. The question is, are you sorry enough to do what it takes to make it up to me?"
Spike's stomach did a flip. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. The last film Angel had sent him to came to mind, specifically the flogging. Was he? Was he sorry enough to let Angel do something like that to him? If he was honest with himself, the thought of Angel flogging him turned him on. Still, that was just a thought, and thoughts were much different from actually letting another man take a flogger to his bare back and arse. Not to mention, from what he'd read on the internet about this sort of relationship, a punishment felt much different than a flogging for pleasure.
Unable to make a decision, Spike whispered, "I'm scared."
Angel made a shushing sound and then lips covered Spike's and it was the sweetest, most tender kiss Spike had ever received in his few short years of experience.
After, Angel ran his fingers across Spike's lips. "I know you are. The first time's always scary. I'll take care of you, though. I promise."
Spike's heart beat a short staccato and his breathing was fast and shallow in his chest. Before he could change his mind, he said softly, "Yes."
The hand at the back of his head tightened imperceptibly and the fingers caressing his lips paused in their attention. "Yes, what?"
Spike made a noise of frustration. Now that he'd decided, he was anxious to get on with it. "You know what, tosser."
The fingers near his mouth shifted down, and suddenly Spike found his jaw gripped tightly, almost painfully. In a tone of voice that let Spike know just how displeased he was with him, Angel said, "Whenever you're submitting to me, whether we're in this apartment or in a sexual situation somewhere else, you are to speak to me with respect. Every day life you can talk to me like you would a friend, but not when we're like this, understand?"
Spike's stomach leapt into his throat. "Yes."
The grip on his jaw loosened, but didn't let go. "Okay. Now. Yes, what?"
Spike wracked his brain trying to remember what the question had even been.
Suddenly, Angel stepped back, letting go of him completely. In a steady voice, he said, "I need -- we both need -- you to spell it out for me, Spike. Tell me what you're agreeing to. I need to make sure you understand you're getting into a D/s relationship here, and that it's going to be sadomasochistic. I'm not a rapist, a bully, or abusive. If you don't want this you're free to go. I won't stop you. You can even take the blindfold off and see who I am. But you need to know that if you do, this is over. After, you'll be walking out the door and we won't be seeing each other anymore."
Spike might have been scared of being flogged or whatever other punishment Angel had in store for him, not to mention the whole sadomasochistic side of things, but he was even more scared of ending things, of walking out the door and never being with Angel again. He'd got a taste of what Angel could offer and he wanted more. Soddin' hell. He wanted it all.
Clearing his throat, Spike stood a little straighter and said firmly, "Yes, I'm sorry enough to do whatever it takes to make it up to you. And yes, I understand that it'll most likely involve pain. I'm ready."
"Good," Angel said, sounding pleased with his answer. "Strip."
Spike hesitated. "Right here?"
"Right here. From this point on, whenever you enter this apartment, the first thing you do is strip."
Spike swallowed, cock twitching in his jeans. Still, the nerves setting up house in his stomach kept him mostly flaccid as he began pulling off articles of clothing. First was his coat, which he dropped next to him. Next was his tee-shirt. He pulled it over his head, held out his arm to the side and dropped it in the approximate vicinity of his coat. Toeing off his Docs, his hands fell to his waist and he paused, feeling off kilter stripping blindfolded in front of a man.
"Continue," Angel said.
The husky note to his voice gave Spike the courage he needed. Slowly, he unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He slipped his thumbs between his waistband and his hips and hesitated for a second longer, then shoved them down and off, holding his arm straight out to the side and dropping them on to the pile of clothes now next to him. He didn't wear underwear so that wasn't a factor, but he did take off his socks, just because he felt ridiculous with them and nothing else on.
Finally, he straightened, not a stitch of clothing on him and waited for Angel to make the next move. What felt like an hour but was probably only a minute or two passed, and then Spike heard movement coming toward him. He jumped when what felt like Angel's hand touched his bare shoulder, traveling slowly down his torso toward his groin.
Spike's breath quickened and his hands fisted at his sides, trying to control the urge to rip off his blindfold and throw himself at Angel. He felt Angel's body press against his arm and leg on one side, and then that hand was in the thatch of curls at his groin, scraping lightly back and forth for several seconds, before creeping down lower still to cup his half hard penis.
"Spread your legs and keep your hands at your sides," Angel commanded.
Spike hurried to comply, then stood breathless and still, unaccountably turned on as his cock and balls were fondled by a fully dressed man while he himself was naked and blindfolded. With a light squeeze, Angel's hand moved on, sliding down and to the side, over his thigh as Spike felt Angel shift behind him, then step back, breaking contact except for his hand, which ghosted lightly over his backside, pausing at the base of the plug inside him.
"You wore it."
"Can take it out --" Spike started to offer, but Angel cut him off.
"No. It stays. Spread yourself."
Spike's cock jumped at the humiliation of reaching back and spreading his arse cheeks to give Angel a show. He sucked in a sharp breath as Angel's fingers brushed against his just before he gave Spike's plug a slight tug, then pressed it in, rotating it around.
"You like wearing it, don't you?"
Spike groaned as Angel continued to play with it while he held himself open for him. "Yes."
Angel finally let go of the plug. Spike arched away from the touch as Angel's fingers teased a path up his spine, stopping between his shoulder blades, then traced the same path back down.
"Hands back at your sides."
Spike complied, and Angel lightly smacked his arse, then stepped away completely, leaving Spike feeling cold and alone, until he spoke again.
"I have a proposition," Angel said, and it sounded like he was circling back around to face him.
When nothing else was forthcoming, Spike asked, "Which is?"
"We start fresh. The way we started was…unconventional, and we never discussed what's expected or punishments for not following rules. We were -- I was -- testing the waters, seeing if you were interested. Does that sound like a fair assessment?"
Spike nodded, then ventured, "Does that mean…."
"Yes. No punishment this time. The fact that you offered is enough. Also, the fact that you owned up to it instead of trying to hide it makes up for a lot."
Spike couldn't help but feel relieved. He'd meant it when he made the offer, but the idea still scared the hell out of him.
"We need to get one thing straight, though," Angel said. "From this point on, you're body is mine for as long as this relationship lasts, whether we're together and in scene or not. No dating anyone else or making out with anyone else…and that includes as part of a game. The only time you can touch or be touched by anyone other than me in a sexual way is when I tell you to."
Spike nodded, feeling himself get harder at the possessive tone of Angel's voice.
All was silent for several seconds. A whisper of air was the only warning Spike had that Angel had moved closer again before Angel's hand was back on his cock, sliding up and down the shaft. Spike moaned low in his throat as he felt himself harden fully in Angel's fist.
"Mmm. You want that, don't you? Want me to be the only one allowed to touch," Angel paused and a wet tongue licked up the side of Spike's neck, before Angel finished near his ear in a whisper, "allowed to taste?"
Spike gasped as Angel probed the slit at the tip of his cock. "Yes," he said on a hiss of pleasure.
Angel stepped back again, releasing Spike, who gasped in surprise.
"Kneel. And keep your legs spread," Angel said, voice still hoarse, but firm.
Spike hesitated, instinct making him balk at the idea of kneeling to Angel, especially after all the other ways he'd made himself vulnerable to him already. Bloody hell, he'd just spread himself for him.
"Is there a problem?" Angel asked casually.
Spike felt his face heat, but he shook his head no and slowly sank to his knees.
Seconds later, Angel's voice was closer again, nearly right above him. "Take me out."
Spike sucked in a sharp breath. He was finally going to be allowed to touch. Carefully, he reached out in front of him, feeling around until he found Angel's trouser-covered legs. Nervously, he ran his hands up Angel's thighs until his fingertips encountered the crease where thigh met hip. He veered in and up, biting his lower lip as his fingers grazed over Angel's impressive erection.
Clumsily, he fumbled with the button at Angel's waist, then carefully unzipped him. Holding his breath, Spike reached in and found Angel's underwear covered cock. Unable to help himself, he squeezed and rubbed it, his own cock jumping when Angel sucked in a sharp breath. Spike pulled Angel's underpants down and felt his cock spring out at him, hitting his hands. Spike's heart pounded in his ears as he wrapped a hand around the length and gave it a tentative pull.
When Angel reached out and cupped the side of Spike's face, Spike slowly let out the breath he'd been holding. He jacked Angel a couple more times, then stilled as Angel's fingers moved from his cheek to his lips, brushing over them briefly before returning to his cheek.
"Lick the tip," Angel said, voice husky.
Spike hesitated. He'd never so much as touched another cock before last night, let alone sucked a bloke off. What if he didn't like it? What if Angel didn't like it?
As if sensing his thoughts, Angel's fingers slipped over his cheek and into his hair, gripping the back of his head, not urging him forward, just holding him steady. Spike was surprised how much it calmed his nerves.
"This is your first time, isn't it?" Angel asked. Spike nodded. "Just take a deep breath. I'm not expecting you to be an expert. The first time Drusilla sucked you off, did she know what she was doing?"
Spike tensed. How did he know about…oh yeah. Because he knew him. Apparently well, if he knew he and Dru had…. Spike shook off the thoughts, understanding what Angel was getting at.
"No, but at least she could see what she was doing," Spike said, surprising himself with the underlying thread of frustration in his voice.
The tips of Angel's fingers scratched lightly over his scalp, while the palm of his hand continued to cradle Spike's head. "When you do find out who I am, you're going to understand why I did things this way. This way is better for both of us. You'll just have to trust me on that. "
Spike snorted. "I'm naked and on my knees about to suck a man's cock whose face I've never seen and have only -- by all accounts that matter -- known for a few weeks, and all that after I offered to let you punish me however you wanted for what I did last night. Think we settled the trust issue three stops back, mate."
"Good. Then if you trust me, trust that whatever you do to my cock with your mouth…I'm going to like. A lot."
Spike felt a surge of arousal wash through him at the confidence in Angel's voice. Licking his lips, Spike decided to just quit stalling and do it. One hand on Angel's thigh to steady himself, the other wrapped around Angel's cock to guide it, Spike leaned in and stuck his tongue out. Tentatively he licked the tip, quickly pulling his tongue back in his mouth to taste the salty fluid he encountered there. Deciding it wasn't that bad, better than his own at any rate, Spike stuck his tongue back out and licked again. One more lick and Angel moaned.
Bolstered by Angel's reaction, Spike licked again, this time finding the slit with the tip of his tongue and probing it, like Dru used to do to him. It had made him go wild, and apparently the experience wasn't unique to him, if the way Angel groaned and his hand clenched in his hair as his hips bucked forward was any indication. Spike tried to pull back to avoid Angel thrusting into his mouth, but Angel's hand at the back of his head was suddenly vice-like and Spike had nowhere to go. Only the head made it past Spike's lips before Angel stopped. Spike held still, waiting for whatever came next, listening to Angel's fast breathing.
After a moment, Angel said, "Suck it."
Spike didn't hesitate. He clamped his lips around him and sucked. A low groan sounded above him and experimentally, Spike probed Angel's slit with his tongue again as he sucked the head. Angel gasped and thrust in farther. Spike opened wider and sucked as much as he could of him in. The part that he couldn’t fit, he jacked with his hand and soon they had a rhythm set up, Angel fucking his mouth while Spike sucked and wanked him.
The closer Angel got to orgasm, the more enthusiastically Spike sucked him. His own cock was leaking pre-come and Spike itched to reach down and jack himself off while he sucked Angel, but something told him Angel wouldn't be happy about that, so he kept his hands where they were, one on Angel's cock, the other on Angel's thigh.
Above him, Angel breathed heavily as he said, "I'm gonna come. I expect you to swallow."
Spike nearly came himself at the thought. Opening wider to show he wanted that too, Spike sucked even more of Angel in and ran his tongue up the underside of his shaft as he moaned around him.
"Fuck," Angel groaned.
He thrust erratically half a dozen times, then drove into Spike's mouth one last time -- almost too far -- and froze, fingers digging into Spike's scalp as hot fluid suddenly filled Spike's mouth. Taken by surprise at how much of it there seemed to be, Spike tried his best to swallow all of it, but ended up choking on some of it. Immediately his mouth was empty and Angel was on his knees next to him, rubbing his back and murmuring encouraging words as Spike coughed and gasped for air.
After a moment, Spike got his breathing and choking under control and blinked behind the blindfold, the fabric damp from the tears that had sprung to his eyes as he'd gagged. The rubbing at his back slowly turned into caressing, which slowly moved down from Spike's back to his arse. Spike gasped as Angel's fingers grazed his plug, sending it skittering over his prostate.
"All right now?" Angel asked softly.
Spike nodded.
"Good," Angel said.
And then Angel's mouth was on his, his tongue demanding entrance, and Spike was opening to him again, allowing another body part of Angel's to thrust inside. He kissed him back furiously, so turned on by that point that a stiff breeze would probably be enough to get him off.
When Angel pulled back, he said, "That was…incredible. Are you sure you've never done that before?"
Spike couldn't stop the ear to ear grin at the praise. "I'm sure. Sucking a bloke's dick for the first time's not the sort of thing you forget."
Angel nuzzled in against Spike's neck and inhaled deeply, sending a shiver of arousal racing up Spike's spine. "You're right. It isn't."
Tentatively, Spike licked his lips, still tasting Angel in his mouth, and asked, "You remember yours, then?"
Angel chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of Spike's neck before lifting his head. "You want to hear about it, is that it?"
Spike gasped as one of Angel's hands grazed across his stomach unexpectedly. "Only if you want to tell me."
The fingers of the hand on his stomach traced lazy patterns, just above his groin, driving Spike insane with need as Angel said, "Sure. Why not? We'll call it a reward for being such a good little cock sucker."
Spike's cock jerked, heat washing through him at what Angel had just called him. It should have been offensive. It should have made him want to punch Angel, but the way Angel had said it…made Spike want to suck his cock all over again instead.
As his fingers continued to ghost over Spike's stomach, Angel said, "I was sixteen. He was…older. A friend of my father's, actually. My father, of course, had no idea. There was this party, a work thing. My dad insisted I had to be there. He had high hopes that I'd follow in his footsteps, I think."
As Angel spoke, his fingers inched slowly down Spike's belly, toward his groin. Spike could feel his heartbeat speeding up and wondered if he could have a heart attack at his age from prolonged arousal.
"Anyway, the party was in full swing. People were mingling, the ones lower on the ladder sucking up to the senior partners while the senior partners pretty much ignored them. It was sickening, and after watching it for a while, I'd had enough. I snuck a drink off one of the trays a server had set down for a moment and slipped out onto the balcony."
Angel's hand slipped down into the curls at Spike's groin, just above his hard, leaking cock, and scratched lightly through the hair there.
"I drank it while looking out over the city at all the lights, thinking about how all those thousands of people were right there, yet completely oblivious to me and each other. I'd just finished my drink when the door to the balcony opened again and this man, Hamilton, came strolling out, shutting the door behind him."
Angel's hand moved lower, carefully avoiding Spike's cock, causing Spike to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep from cursing as it instead cupped his balls, kneading them as he continued to talk.
"He walked right up next to me and leaned his elbows on the rail, looking out over the city, too. We talked for a while. He was flirting with me, steering me around to what he wanted me to do for him. I was too busy feeling all puffed up that this older, educated man seemed to want to hear what I had to say, though, to realize what he was really doing."
Spike moaned as Angel's other hand came into play then, lightly tugging on Spike's butt plug, then pressing it in again and rotating it around as his other hand continued to squeeze and roll Spike's balls. Spike had no idea how he was still kneeling, let alone how he'd managed to not come yet. He grabbed his own thighs and dug his fingers in to keep from taking himself in hand and speeding along the process.
"Not that I would have stopped it if I had. I'd just discovered that guys got me off as much as girls. I was curious and horny and really, he could have skipped the conversation and shoved me to my knees and I would have willingly opened my mouth and sucked him down."
Spike gasped at the thought of Angel on his knees for someone. Maybe that was why he was so good at finding Spike's triggers, because he'd been there once himself. Spike would have to think on that later, when he wasn't three seconds from exploding.
Angel's mouth nuzzled in close, hot air drifting across Spike's neck and ear as he said softly, "Instead, he was subtle and coaxing and the result was the same. Us in the shadows, me on my knees and his cock down my throat."
Spike promptly forgot how to breathe.
Angel's voice changed then, sounding vaguely amused. "At one point, my father came out on the balcony with a friend. Hamilton and I froze mid-suck and prayed they didn't see us."
Angel's voice shifted again, and back was the soft, seductive tone that shot straight through Spike to his balls. "After they left a couple of minutes later, I started to pull back, too scared to keep going, but Hamilton grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth for all he was worth."
Spike could still feel Angel doing the same to him earlier and groaned, hips involuntarily bucking forward.
"I choked and shoved at him, but he didn't stop. Eventually, I stopped fighting it and then he came, making me swallow it. I'd never been so turned on in my life."
Spike panted. Neither had he.
"After he caught his breath, he pulled me to my feet and turned me around to face the railing overlooking the city," Angel said as he shifted around to kneel behind Spike, "and while I stared out at the lights, he reached around me, opened my pants and pulled me out." As Angel spoke, his hand let go of Spike's butt plug to settle on his hip. His other hand finally -- finally -- circled Spike's cock and started sliding up and down his shaft. Spike moaned as his balls drew up. "He jacked me off right there in the open, right in the middle of all those people going about their lives, oblivious to what we were doing. I came harder than I ever had before."
And so did Spike. Right there, right then. He cried out with the force of it, his head falling back to Angel's shoulder as his orgasm rocketed through him, his fingers digging into his thighs as he arched into Angel's tight fist.
After, Spike collapsed against Angel and Angel sat back, pulling Spike onto his lap sideways. He slid one arm around Spike's waist and lifted his other hand to Spike's mouth, softly ordering him to lick it clean. Lazily, Spike did so, enjoying the afterglow and perversely, the humiliation of being made to lick his own come.
After Spike floated back down to earth and Angel pulled his hand away from his mouth to rest on Spike's thigh, Spike asked, "Was any of that true?"
Angel nipped at his ear playfully. "Every word."
Spike smiled. "Quite the first time, then."
Angel murmured a vague, "Mmm."
Voice dropping a notch, Spike added, "'Course, so was this."
Angel's arm tightened around him and Spike felt a warm glow spread through him.
Later, after Spike was cleaned up and dressed again, they discussed a few basic rules Angel expected him to follow when they were together, such as reiterating that he was to check his kit at the door when at the apartment, and telling him he was always to stand or kneel with his legs spread when at the apartment, and that he was to follow Angel's instructions that were sexual in nature when in public, and all his instructions -- sexual or not -- when at the apartment.
Then they discussed discipline, and while Spike's mind still balked at the idea, his pride not letting him seriously consider submitting to it now that the threat of losing Angel was gone, he listened to Angel's explanation of what kind of punishments he could expect, and that they'd be as immediate as they could be, circumstances allowing.
They also discussed things Spike would be willing to try -- like hot wax and being flogged or spanked, and clamped and so on -- and the things he couldn't stand the thought of, such as ball stretchers and crushers and animal role play to name a few.
By the time it was time to for him to leave, Spike felt on much surer ground concerning what Angel wanted from him, and what he was willing to give.
At the door, Angel held his face between his hands and kissed him slowly and thoroughly. Weak-kneed and breathless, Spike held on to him after, hands at his waist as Angel said, "Next Saturday, I want to fuck you."
Spike sucked in a sharp breath and opened his mouth to respond, but Angel put a finger over his lips, stopping him. "Don't answer now. Think about it. It's a big step, one a lot of men never take and if you don't want it, we'll work around it. Either way, text me with your answer Friday."
Spike nodded and then he was being kissed again, the knowledge that he had a long, confusing week ahead of him far from his thoughts.
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