Backfire - Spander Files

Friendship. Now, Xander and Spike didn’t always get along. They had a habit of
bickering over the littlest things. Like what constituted good television and why
Xander’s graphic novels where clearly better reads than Spike’s “classic” novels.
But over the past few months, Xander had been coming to the realization that he
really enjoyed Spike’s company. He was actually a pretty easy-going vamp when he
wasn’t snarking with Angel.
And in the past week, he found himself getting a little excited when he felt the pull
toward Spike. Xander would go to the factory basement and Spike would be
waiting for him. Usually naked. Hard as a rock, but not touching himself. Just
smoking and watching the stairs. Xander would get naked, too, and then stretch out
almost on top of Spike, letting their bodies touch and mold to one another before
their hands would began to roam.
The time on Friday evening had included talking. This was one of the conversations
he was playing over in his mind.
“Spike, can I ask you something?”
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“Only if you can do it without stopping what you’re doing.”
“Do you feel the same way I do?”
“At the moment all I’m feeling is your hand on my dick. If you shift up here closer
to me, I can make you feel the same.”
“That’s not what I-…yeah, sure, okay.
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“What I meant was, do you even like me?”