__So This Is Christmas__
By FerretGirl



Spike didn't have a really good reason to be in London. Other then the fact that Wesley was here of course. And it had nothing to do with it being Christmas either. Of course not. He was a vampire, one with a soul mind you, but still a vampire. They didn't get sentimental and they certainly didn't give a sodding hell about staying behind in Los Angeles at Christmas, while their lover would dilly-dallied around in London.

Which would mean that he would spend most of his time annoying Angel. Or trying to keep Fred from stuffing him with all kinds of Christmas food. Or trying to hide from Lorne to keep him from dragging Spike to every party in town to make him forget about the fact his lover was away for at least two weeks. Or Gunn challenging him to darts, considering how bad the man was that wasn't a real challenge. And lets not even start about Harmony.

That was the reason he had jumped at the chance to join Wes on his little trip back to the homeland. Not because he might feel lonely. Not because it would be his first Christmas with Wesley. And most certainly not because he would miss his lover. Well, all right, he did admit that last one. Even if it was only to himself.

And that was the reason he was currently in a pub in London. With Wesley. The day before Christmas. Wolfram and Hart had provided them with a luxurious suite, room service and god only knew what other kinds of fringe benefits. Still, they had been doing the same thing every evening since they arrived in London. The one thing they missed most. Play pool and darts in a real pub.

"Okay, how about you get us another pint and I get us a pool table?" Spike quickly downed what little he had left of his beer before handing the glass over to Wesley.

Wesley reached out to grab the glass, warm hand brushing over Spike's cool one a little longer then strictly necessary. "Pool again? We've played pool yesterday. Why not darts?" Slowly he slid the glass out of Spike's hand, fingertips grazing fingertips. Now holding both glasses he raised an eyebrow at his lover.

His own hand suddenly seemed very interesting to Spike. He could still feel the warmth lingering on his skin. Not actually seeing, but feeling that his lover was giving him a strange look, Spike dragged his eyes up again. "Why not both?" A slow smirk spread over his face as he leaned closer to Wesley. "Darts.... and pool. You've the day off tomorrow so we won't have to go back to the hotel early," he whispered in Wesley's ear.

A shiver went though Wesley when he felt that cool breath tickle his ear. He sucked in his breath when Spike's tongue ran around the rim of his ear and his hand tightened the grip on the glasses. "Yes," he said softly. He turned his head and looked at the vampire. Noticing the smirk he raised an eyebrow. Oh it was going to be like that? "Why don't I get us some more beer then." Turning toward the bar, he brushed his shoulder lightly over Spike and sauntered off.

Spike stared after Wesley, watching those tight jeans cling perfectly to that lovely arse. Pursing his lips, he kept looking until Wesley was out of sight. "Game on," he muttered, turning around himself. He had given an unspoken challenge and his lover had accepted just as silently. May the best man win.

Getting a pool table was fairly easy since it wasn't very crowded right before Christmas. Most of those poor sods were probably being drug around by their wives, Spike thought. Getting two cues' he walked over to the table and started to set up the game. A pint of beer came into his vision when it was put on the edge of the table. Spike bent over a little more, lifting his arse into the air.

Sipping his beer, Wesley let his eyes to move up and down his lover's body. Especially that tight arse that was now lifted so nicely into the air. He sighed into his beer while he wondered where the game might end this time. Last time it had been right in the alley next to the put in Los Angeles. When Spike looked up, he slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip, innocent expression in his eyes.

Spike blinked and then followed that pink tongue tracing those soft lips with narrowed eyes. Picking up his own beer he gulped down a few swallows, looking at Wesley over the rim of the glass. "Do you want to start pet, or shall I?" He put down the beer and looped his thumbs behind the waistband of his jeans.

"I think you already started," Wesley stated innocently. Picking up the cue he looked it over before wrapping his hand around it and moving it up and down the smooth stick. "I think you can break. I'm sure I'll catch up," he said softly, moving is thumb over the tip of the cue.

Swallowing, Spike's eyes now traced that hand moving up and down. He nodded briskly once and grabbed his own cue. Damn, he had forgotten just how good Wesley was at this game. All innocent and naive to the outside world. But Spike knew better, knew what was hiding under all those layers. He loved peeling those layers off. He stepped to the left, his arse brushing against the front of Wesley's jeans while he bent forward to break the game.

Eyes fluttering close for a moment, Wesley froze. They had just started, he wasn't going to give in this time. But his cock twitched inside those far to tight jeans when Spikes arse brushed over it. He didn't step away either though. Spike pushed back against his and Wesley sucked in his breath quietly, biting down on a groan.

Smirking, Spike played the game, not really watching what he was doing. He was more focused on the little sounds he was able to get out of his lover. Even though no one could probably hear him, his vampire hearing picked them up anyway. Ticking away a few more balls he missed the last and turn around to let Wes play.

Taking the opportunity of Spike moving away from him, Wesley had leaned over to the other pool table. When Spike turned around he was rolling two balls around in his hand, faux bored expression on his face. "My turn?" He asked in a slow voice, squeezing his hands around the balls, rolling them around in his fingers.

Spike's eyes ticked to the balls in that gracefully hand. Knowing full well what they were capable off. He remembered how it felt to have those hands on his own balls. Tugging on them, squeezing them, rolling them around in those long, slender fingers. Just... like... that. He took a deep unnecessary breath and then gracefully bowed, waving his hand, he accidentally brushed it over Wesley's nipples hidden behind that nice brown shirt. "All yours, pet."

He could feel his body react right away. Jeans growing even tighter when Spike's hand brushed over his nipples. Even if it was just a feather light touch. He knew what those cool felt like sliding down his body, pinching his nipples, rubbing over them with the pad of his thumb. A shudder went through him when he stepped forward to take his turn at the table.

Bending at the waist, he pushed his arse back and slowly licked his lips again. He let the cue glide through his hand back and forth a little more then was needed. Everytime he pocketed the ball, and everytime he went to take another one, he slid that cue trough his hand. Arse up in the air, he flexed those muscles, knowing Spike would have a good view of it thanks to those stupid jeans. Jeans, he very much at the moment wanted to unzip just to give his aching erection some room.

Spike's own jeans were always tight. Why hide it when you could show it was his motto. And show it he did. He glanced down to see that his state of arousal was all but plain in view right now. When he glanced over at Wesley when the man straightened up he could see the same. Of course he had already scented it. The pheromones were coming off the man in waves, driving him crazy.

Risking a glance at his lover, Wesley wondered how long they were going to play this game. He was almost done with this round of pool and he wasn't certain if he was going to make darts. He might explode before that. He leaned over the table again to take another shot when he felt a hand brush over his arse. He missed the ball by a mile and straightened up to glare over at Spike. "You did that on purpose," he accused.

Wringing his hand around he cue, Spike dragged up his most innocent expression. "Prove it," he smirked. Innocently he brought his hand up and sucked one finger in his mouth. Sliding it through those soft lips his shaft twitched when he was rewarded by a low groan from Wesley.

"I don't have to. There's no one else here. So unless it was one of Santa's invisible elves who put his hands on my arse, I'm thinking it was you." Crossing his arms over his chest, Wesley turned his glare towards Spike. And it was a glare he knew would drive his lover crazy.

Nearly breaking the cue in two, Spike blinked at his lover. Slowly he put down the cue, even slower he stepped over at Wesley and pushed his body against him until the man was trapped against the pool table. Putting either hand on the side of Wesley's body on the pool table, he raised an eyebrow at the man. "Did you put a candy cane down your jeans?"

Letting out a low growl, Wesley pushed his hips forward. One jean clad erection rubbing over the other making both of them hiss. "What do you think?" he asked in a low voice. "Does that feel like a candy cane to you?" He hissed again when Spike pressed his cock against his hard. "Stop that," he moaned.

"Make me," Spike smirked. Before he knew it, both of Wesley's hands were on his arse as he pulled the man closer. Before he knew it the man's tongue was in his mouth as well, swiping through it hard, tasting, tickling, teasing, tongue sliding wetly over each other. Pulling back when Wesley needed air he smirked at his lover. "Your place or mine?"

That earned him a hard slap on both cheeks of his arse.

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Before the door to their hotel room was even fully closed, Spike pushed Wesley against it. The door closed with a loud slam, while Wesley looked up at Spike with wide eyes. He could feel his lover's hard on press against his own hard, while both hands were on either side of his head, effectively trapping him.

Without warning Spike plunged forward, capturing that familiar mouth with his own. He licked his tongue over those soft pink lips, tangling one hand in Wesley's hair while he pushed inside when his lover's mouth opened eagerly.

Moaning into Spikes mouth, Wesley wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. He tilted his head to the side to deepening the kiss. Running his hand over Spike's back he pushed them under the vampire's shirt, brushed over smooth, skin. He tickled the palate of a welcoming, cool mouth, lips sliding over each other, tongues battling until he needed air. Panting hard, he blinked at Spike and before he knew it he was flung on the bed.

"Game over," Spike growled. He quickly shucked his clothes, using vampire speed and stalked over to Wesley, still fully dressed and, looked at him with heated eyes. Spike jumped on the bed and crawled over to Wesley on all fours until he was hovering over the man's body. Leaning in he ran his tongue over his lover's neck, scraping blunt teeth over skin. His hands unbuttoned those tight jeans. Pulling back he started to slide them down narrowed hips.

Wesley leaned up on his elbows and watched as Spike slid his jeans down, taking blue silk boxers with them. His cock sprang free, slapping wetly against his stomach. Wesley let out a relieved sigh when his hot flesh was finally given some room. Sitting up he quickly got rid of his shirt and was about to toss it on the floor when is lover pounced on him. With a surprised yelp he was pushed down on the bed. "I don't think it's entirely fair of you to use your vampiric strength," he complained, groaning when he felt Spike's hand wrap around his cock.

Smirking when Wesley bucked his hips up, Spike smirked and then bent his head to wrap cool lips around hot flesh. Wesley's cock tasted salty and warm in his mouth. He sucked hard, pumping his around the throbbing shaft. Wesley's moans made him groan around his lover's hard erection. A hand tangled in his hair and then tugged on it.

"Spike," Wesley breathed, "Love, please." Fighting off his need to come right then and there, he tugged harder on his lover's hair. "I want to taste you too."

Frowning, Spike glanced up. "You want to taste me, love?" he muttered, tilting his head to look at Wesley. When his lover nodded, and slid his hand down Spike's face, the vampire smiled. "Alright then." Quickly he turned around so that his own pulsing shaft was right before Wesley face. He looked down his body and watched Wesley's tongue flick out to lick away some pre-come.

Lying down on his side, Wesley made himself comfortable infront of Spike. He reached out and cupped his lover's balls in his hands while his mouth slipped down cold flesh until his nose was buried in pubic hair. Taking a deep breath he took in his lover's scent, rolling balls around in his hand, squeezing them, tugging on them, feeling them twitch in his hand.

Spike moaned loudly around Wesley's throbbing cock. He had no trouble taking him in all the way, swallowing around the head. He moved his mouth lower, sucking in one sac, darting out his tongue to run over the delicate flesh behind it. Scrapping teeth over sensitive skin, he pumped his hand up and down his lover's cock, swiping the thumb over the head.

Speeding up his effort, Wesley could feel his own balls drawing already. He used his lips to play with the foreskin of Spikes cock, pushing the tip of his tongue into the little slit. Moving his hand from Spike's balls, pulled the vampires legs apart a bit and pushed one dry finger inside his tight channel hard. Crooking it he brushes over the prostate, groaning loud when he felt his lover suck is other ball into his mouth and started to nibble on it.

Letting out a reflexive gasp, Spike pushed his hips back and forth. Wanting more of that mouth, more of that finger inside of him. His brain was starting to mail function and was torn between push back or thrusting forward. He moved his mouth back to Wesley's shaft and sucked hard on the tip. Using his teeth, he moved down, scrapping them over delicate flesh until the head of Wesley's cock bumped the back of his throat. Feeling his lovers' balls tighten in his hands, he swallowed convulsively around the throbbing cock, while he squeezed around Wesley's balls.

Letting Spike's cock slip from his mouth, Wesley threw his head back and cried out. Hips pumping into that talented mouth hard while his orgasm washed over him. The world narrowed down to nothing but white noise, his cock in Spike's mouth and hands on his balls. Panting hard he trembled, trying to calm down long enough to finish what he was doing to his lover.

Eagerly, Spike swallowed every drop of Wesley's release. He licked and suck, cleaning away anything that might have escaped, savouring the taste of his lover in his mouth, on his tongue. Using small cat licks he locked over balls and softening cock, and then let out a small cry when Wesley's hot mouth wrapped around his own aching erection once more.

Bobbing his head up and down Spike's cock, Wesley pushed two fingers into the vampire's arse, nudging the hot spot inside of him. His other fingers kept pressing against the delicate skin behind the balls. He moved his mouth up and down, sucking and licking when he moved up, swallowing hard when he felt the head bump the back of his throat.

Spike looked down again, watching his cock disappear between pink lips, into that heated mouth. He felt this long, slender fingers bump his prostate. Shallowly he pushed back and forth, his balls tightening. "Wes,... pet..." he could feel his balls draw up fast and hard, his hips froze and his spilled his release into Wesley's mouth shouting out his lover's name.

Smiling, Wesley swallowed Spike's come, the salt fluid burning as it went down his throat. Licking his lover's cock, he kept pushing his fingers into that tight opening until Spike stopped thrusting. Letting the soft shaft slip from his lips he was about to turn around and smirk at his lover when suddenly he found familiar lips pressed over his.

Using his vampire speed, and Spike didn't think Wesley would complain about it this time, he turned around and pounced on his lover again. Pressing his lips over Wesley's he plundered his mouth, tasting their come mixed together. The combination made him moan into Wesley's mouth, loudly. Pulling back when Wesley needed air, he leaned up a bit to drag the covers over their sweat slicked bodies. He didn't want his lover to catch a cold.

Licking his lips, Wesley savored the taste of their combined flavors. He snuggled up against his lover, putting his head on the vampire's chest. Brushing a hand up and down the smooth skin of Spike's chest, he stifled a yawn. "Tomorrow is Christmas," he announced suddenly out of nowhere.

"Yeah," Spike agreed with a shrug. He slid his hand up and down the warm skin of Wesley's sweat slicked back, in an pattern only known to him. "There is that."

"Yes," Wesley nodded.

"And?" Spike glanced down puzzled. "I don't usually do that stuff. Vampire here, love."

"I know," Wesley smiled against Spike's chest. Leaning down he dropped a kiss on it. "Whatever shall we do though? It's still a day off."

"Oh right." Spike seemed to think that over for a moment, brushing his hand through his lover's damp hair. He smiled when he saw Wesley stifle another yawn. "Let's see. I vote..." he pulled his hand free and started to tick off possibilities on his fingers. "We try out the sauna, the whirlpool, make use of the room service and spend the rest of the day in bed."

Cuddling up even closer, Wesley closed his eyes and nodded. "Vote seconded and thirded. Motion passed," he agreed. "Sounds like a solid plan to me, love." He could feel himself dozing off, Spike's arms around him, still glowing from his orgasm.

"It's a plan then." Leaning forward, Spike kissed Wesley's temple. "Sleep now, pet. We'll start a whole new Christmas tradition tomorrow."

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