Backfire - Spander Files

felt pretty sure that it was Angel. Angelus wouldn’t have been cowering in the
corner. He could still hear Angel crying.
Then there were cool hands on the back of his legs. They were stoking him slowly
yet firmly. The hands moved up his legs, ghosted over his ass, then began
massaging the muscles of his lower back.
Xander’s stomach unclenched, and he relaxed into the mattress. No one had ever
touched him like this before. He managed to stop his brain from picturing Spike,
and just concentrate on the hands. The fingers were so smooth. So different than the
fingers that had been gripping his hip and cock just a few minutes before. Those
were big and rough. Callused. These were thin and long like a woman’s. Or how
Xander had imagined a woman’s would be. He had kissed a few girls in the last
couple of years, but it had never gone beyond lips. He hadn’t known how good
hands could be.
And now he was getting hard again. His turn-around time had gotten ridiculously
short this past week. But it wasn't just hardness. That same damn burning sensation
was filling him. Xander could feel his blood pounding just under his skin. He had to
be touched. Needed hands and teeth. The week old scar on his neck was throbbing.
Spike's touch was the only thing that was going to make this itching go away.
Xander didn't know if his body could take more abuse.
But the hands pressed slightly harder into his back and pushed up his skin to his
shoulders, one hand slipping further up and brushing the scar on the right side of his
neck just as it was starting to pulsate and burn even more. Xander groaned into the
pillow.
The hands left him suddenly and were gone long enough for Xander to wonder if
the hands’ owner had left. Then they were back, this time on the inside of his
thighs, pushing them apart. Xander felt warm and cool fluid leak out of his body,
and he wanted to cry again, but instead just told himself to shut up and deal with it
later. He was going to have a lot to deal with later.
Then there was a new sensation on his ass cheek, and it was soft and cool and wet,
and his brain said, Spike!, and that was okay, because it felt good. The hands, the
fingers, the tongue. All Spike, all good.