dragonyphoenix

Title: Slipping Their Minds
Fandom: BtVS
Category: Smut
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: When Spike claims he's bigger, Xander disagrees
Notes: Sequelish to Where It Counts by skargasm; posted with permission of course!

“I'm bigger than you though.”

“Yeah, sure you are Spike.” Xander's response, after such a long pause, wasn't entirely convincing.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Spike growled.

“What? I'm agreeing with you.”

“No you aren't. You said the words, but you obviously didn't mean them.” Spike looked away, seemingly lost in thought. “Only one thing for it,” Spike said, shimmying out of his pants. Xander still didn't get how he could slip out of something that tight so easily. “Well, come on then.”

“Come on what?” Xander asked warily.

“Gonna compare them, aren't we?”

Xander wasn't sure when Spike had picked up Willow's resolve-face, and since he still had no defense against it, he didn't even try to argue. His jeans, looser than Spike's leather, came off easily. “Right, how are we gonna do this? On the couch?”

“Nah, we need to be close to compare. Bed'll do.”

After they'd stretched out on the bed, when Xander started fingering his cock, Spike slapped his hand. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Can't do ourselves,” Spike said, as if it were obvious. “You might cheat. Gotta do each other.”

“Cheat?!? How am I supposed to be cheating. I mean, there's no way... Wait, did you say 'do each other'?”

Spike's leer was answer enough.

Xander wrapped his hand around Spike's cock, rubbing up and down in a slow, gentle rhythm. When Spike started on Xander, his rhythm was noticeably faster. Xander picked up the pace as well. As Xander's cock grew hot and heavy in his hand, Spike leaned over, kissing Xander, slipping his tongue in.

As Spike wrapped one leg around Xander, pulling him closer, Xander kissed his way to Spike's neck, nibbling along the jugular. Spike started circling his thumb around the head of Xander's cock. “Bet I can make you come first.”

“Um, weren't we doing something here?”

Spike looked down at their cocks. “We sure are.” Upping the pressure, determined to win, he started tightening and releasing his fist over Xander's cock in a pulsating pattern.

“Oh no you don't,” Xander said, rubbing a finger along the vein under Spike's cock as he dove back to the neck.

“Hey, no fair going for my sweet spot,” Spike moaned as he slipped a finger up Xander's ass, brushing it over the prostate.

With a shout, Xander came, his hand tightening around Spike's cock, and then Spike's seed joined Xander's, each spraying the other and the bit of blanket between them.

Entwining their fingers together, they each rolled over, panting and gazing up at the ceiling, until Xander glanced over, asking “Weren't we supposed to be comparing?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Another go?”

“Oh yeah.”