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so I couldn't help it....
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X/S
Hard R? heh
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slashthedrabble gave me just the nudge I needed.
Authorial backpeddaling: Um, please excuse the rampant divergence from canon, anything resembling the buffyverse or the stupid specifics of age and rank in the buffyverse. Let's just pretend that Xander is a teacher and Spike is human and 17....yeah...
Harris chewed on the side of his nails as he watched the boy soap up, white lather covering Spike's body in random patches. Quick fingers over long, lean muscles. Flat palms over taught skin and swirling hair. He shouldn't, he so shouldn't.
He took his chance. Started walking up and down the lockers, picking up the remnants of class, tossed shirts, dropped towels, a shoe. When he made it to the lockers directly in front of Spike he paused, and was gratified to see the boy watching him...but startled at the intensity, not to mention the placement of the teen's left hand.
Stroking. Hand covered in thick white suds, coursing up and down the length of his penis. The bright pink head peeking through clenched fist at intervals. Spike's stance was sure and arrogant. Scarred brow raised in challenge, top lip sneering ever so slightly.
"So...teacher," and the word was said less causticly than usual, "what do you think?"
Xander carefully surveyed him from toes to twisted tufts of silvery blond hair, "I think that some one needs a lesson."
Spikes jaw dropped and a tigerish tongue lolled out as he grinned, "'Come on then, teach, show us what you got."
Peeling clothes from his body, Harris promised, "I'll show you how dirty boys get clean."
I blame the leprechaun and his tricksy magic ways.
X/S
Hard R? heh
slashthedrabble gave me just the nudge I needed.Authorial backpeddaling: Um, please excuse the rampant divergence from canon, anything resembling the buffyverse or the stupid specifics of age and rank in the buffyverse. Let's just pretend that Xander is a teacher and Spike is human and 17....yeah...
Harris chewed on the side of his nails as he watched the boy soap up, white lather covering Spike's body in random patches. Quick fingers over long, lean muscles. Flat palms over taught skin and swirling hair. He shouldn't, he so shouldn't.
He took his chance. Started walking up and down the lockers, picking up the remnants of class, tossed shirts, dropped towels, a shoe. When he made it to the lockers directly in front of Spike he paused, and was gratified to see the boy watching him...but startled at the intensity, not to mention the placement of the teen's left hand.
Stroking. Hand covered in thick white suds, coursing up and down the length of his penis. The bright pink head peeking through clenched fist at intervals. Spike's stance was sure and arrogant. Scarred brow raised in challenge, top lip sneering ever so slightly.
"So...teacher," and the word was said less causticly than usual, "what do you think?"
Xander carefully surveyed him from toes to twisted tufts of silvery blond hair, "I think that some one needs a lesson."
Spikes jaw dropped and a tigerish tongue lolled out as he grinned, "'Come on then, teach, show us what you got."
Peeling clothes from his body, Harris promised, "I'll show you how dirty boys get clean."
I blame the leprechaun and his tricksy magic ways.
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Date: 2005-03-18 03:15 am (UTC)Sun
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Date: 2005-03-18 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-21 04:13 pm (UTC)*flails*
Drool.