Phenomenal

“Okay,” Xander said eagerly, leaning in. “First, you have to kind of center yourself, otherwise you’ll forget to breathe and screw it up and choke – and God, is that embarrassing.”

“Breathing not really going to be a problem, pet,” Spike answered with an indulgent eye roll.

“Oh. Yeah. Duh. Anyway,” Xander continued, putting his hands on his knees and bending forward slightly, his lips parted, “you open your mouth, like this, keeping your eyes open, too, at first, so you can see what you’re doing. Then you close your eyes, can’t really see when it’s that close, anyway, and just kind of let it bob against your chin. When you get it where you want, you try to wrap your lips around as much of it as you can.”

Xander opened his mouth wider, his eyes still closed, and Spike swallowed, looking up at those parted red lips, seeing just the tip of soft, warm tongue peeking out. Xander’s face was a little flushed with excitement, and a bit self-conscious at demonstrating this for him.

“And, uh, a little teeth are good,” Xander said, his lips widening just a bit to show a faint gleam of whiteness, “but you have to be careful, ‘cause you don’t want to take a chunk out.”

“Yeah, can see how that’d be bad, love.”

Xander cleared his throat, opening one eye to look at Spike. “Are you listening?”

At Spike’s slightly irritated nod, Xander continued, “Anyway, you use your teeth to gently grip the skin, making sure you get a good hold, but remembering to keep your mouth open as much as you can, which is harder than it sounds. Then you have to kind of hold your head steady, ignoring the sounds around you. Trust me, they can be distracting – especially if there’s laughter – and then ease up, like this,” Xander arched his neck, his lips parting in a triumphant smile.

“And when you feel it against your lips, all red and wet, you ease off, being careful not to lose it, ‘cause it’s hard to control something that big, hard and slippery.” He opened his eyes, wiping his hand against his lips thoughtfully. “Gets kind of messy, though.”

“And you really enjoy doing this?” Spike asked, amused, as always, at the childlike glee that Xander showed for the most every day things.

“Actually, it’s one of the few things I’m really good at. I’m a little, well, uncoordinated for most games, but this one…” he smiled at Spike, shrugging lightly. “You know me – more mouth than anything else.”

“Uh-huh. And the point of doing this, other than the obvious, is what?” Spike asked, laying back a little and tugging Xander toward him.

Xander fell easily against Spike. “Well, if you do it really well, it makes people happy, and sometimes they give you candy.” He opened his mouth again, gently sucking on the skin below Spike’s ear. “And candy’s always a yes.”

Spike shifted beneath Xander, letting his hip rub in slow circles against the firm, warm stomach above him. “Hmm…candy, eh? Think I can arrange that. Are we talking something that just melts in your mouth,” he asked, drawing Xander’s bottom lip into his mouth and then releasing it with a soft pop, “or more of the all-day sucking variety?”

“Both,” Xander said, biting lightly at Spike’s lips and then drawing back. “So…think you’re ready to try it?”

Spike looked down at the dark red roundness Xander cupped in his hand, and then slowly shook his head. “I can see why you’d like it, love, but I don’t really think it’s my thing…”

“Oh, come on, Spike, admit it. You’re just afraid it’ll mess up your hair!”

“There’s that…but the end result seems kind of pointless after all that effort and lip work.”

“Nah,” Xander said, lifting the apple to rub its firm, shiny skin against his lips. “A plain old apple, yeah, whatever – but one you’ve had to work for? Phenomenal,” he said huskily, taking a small bite and grinning at Spike while he chewed. He gestured to the other apples and the small pail on the coffee table. “C’mon, try it. You promised you’d play the games at Dawn’s party,” he wheedled sweetly, rubbing the apple, wet from the water and his warm mouth, against Spike’s bare stomach.

Spike grabbed the apple out of Xander’s hand, tossing it away as he jerked Xander down to him. “Maybe later, love, if I start feeling peckish. ‘Sides, I think you need to demonstrate that bobbing technique again…”

“Spike,” Xander sighed softly, his lips trailing down a hard, shuddering stomach, “you’re not even trying.”

“What can I say, love? I’m more of a tactile learner. You’re a clever lad, I’m sure you’ll think of something that’ll work its way into my hard head…”

Xander’s fingers encircled Spike’s hard length, lowering his lips to it as he said, “Okay, last time – imagine that this is an apple…”