Title: Help Needed
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Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Xander has a problem and volunteers Spike to help him
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Prompt #245 from tamingthemuse – Achille's Elbow
Spike came out of his room when he heard Xander groan in frustration. He'd been living in Xander's closet for a few months and they had become friends of sorts. "What's your problem?"
"Did you know you can mess up your elbow if you jerk off too much?" Xander asked and rubbed his elbow. His pants were undone.
"Can't say that I did." Spike said and stared at Xander's crotch. "You masturbate when I'm in my room?"
Xander's head rested against the back of the couch and rolled it to the left to look at Spike. "Yeah, it's my apartment I can do what I want. You got a problem with that?"
"No, nice to know that was an option though," Spike stated and flopped down on the couch. He saw that Xander was watching porn… gay porn. "Trying something new?"
"No." Xander continued to stare at Spike. "Help me."
Spike focused back on Xander. "Excuse me?"
"I'm hard and I'm crippled. Give the guy who is keeping you out of the basement of hell and making sure you have blood a hand." Xander said and, and with some difficulty, pulled his pants down along with his boxers.
"You want me to spank your monkey?" Spike said and got a snicker from Xander.
Xander nodded. "You don't want to?"
Spike looked absolutely confused. He had no idea Xander swung that way. It's not like he had a problem with it, there was a time or two that he and Angelus had a romp in the hay… literally. But that was a long time ago and it had been decades since he had touched another guy. Xander wasn't a bad looking bloke so he wasn't about to say no.
Besides the moaning that was coming from the television it was silent. Spike moved closer to Xander and wrapped his right hand around Xander's cock and progressed to jerk him off. He wasn't going too slow or too fast. In fact it was in time with the brunet that was giving a blond a hand job. Spike wondered if Xander realized that they kind of looked like that.
"Tighter," Xander moaned and thrust his hips up. "Faster," he added. His voice rough with need.
Spike tightened his hold, afraid he'd grip too hard but the noises that were coming from Xander told him he was fine. He sped up his movements and soon his hand was coated in Xander's hot cum. It felt good and Spike couldn't help but wonder what the cum would feel like inside of him. Unable to resist, Spike brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers and palm clean.
Xander licked his own lips, lifted his right hand up, grasped the nape of Spike's neck, and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. He was amazed at the taste of him and Spike mixed together. Spike pulled away and looked confused by Xander's sudden use of his arm; bending it would have been painful yet there was no sign even of discomfort. "Your elbow all better, pet?"
"Oops," Xander said with a big grin and pulled Spike into another kiss. Whoever said that Xander Harris couldn't make a plan didn't know him very well.