Laying his coat across the extra bed, Spike began cleaning the mountain of empty beer bottles, dumping them into a large trashbag to dispose of later. Then came the assortment of worn and dirty clothes tossed around the room, seemingly lying wherever they’d dropped. He picked them up one by one and made a laundry heap in the corner of the small room.
Spike casually eased his way over to the rumpled bed and sat down. He listened for the sound of the running shower through the paper-thin walls and when satisfied he wouldn’t be interrupted, he reached for the black, leather wallet sitting on the nightstand. His fingers lightly traced the initials etched into the small, silver plate. ALH. Alexander Lavelle Harris. Spike closed his eyes and began to reminisce.
“What are we doing here?”
He grabbed Xander’s hand and dragged him inside, grinning from ear to ear like a child in a toy store.
“Shopping, pet. Need a new wallet, don’t you?”
Xander gave a frightened look of shock and clutched the object resting inside his back pocket. “Nothing wrong with the one I got!”
“That ratty old worn out thing?”
“It’s not old,” Xander defended. “Just… broken in.”
Spike rolled his eyes and began walking toward the glassed in display cabinet. “C’mon, Xan.”
“Mmm. Don’t you love that smell?” Xander let go of Spike, trying to change the subject and turned to bury his nose into the heady scent of leather.
With a sigh, Spike gazed around the large shop, eyeing several employees oblivious to their presence. His grin turned predator, the wallet forgotten as he pushed Xander further into the corner against an assortment of soft, leather coats. “Like the feel of it,” he purred, wrapping Xander inside a long, black duster hanging on a rack against the wall. He leaned into the larger body, trapping him with nowhere to escape. “Can imagine lying you down, naked except for the leather against your skin.”
Xander half moaned at the feel of Spike’s weight pushing against him, aware of how very public this public place was. “People. People here,” he warned shifting his eyes across the room.
“Don’t care.” For the first time displayed out in the open, his lips met Xander’s and pressed softly, his hands snaking their way under the coat to wrap around his lover’s back. Spike closed his eyes and let out a low, breathless moan. “Want me to buy a coat like this? Lay you down, wrap you up and fuck you against the smell of new leather?”
Ignoring the onlookers now tentative on watching the couple making out in public view, Xander gripped him, his fingers wrapping tightly around sandy brown curls, forcing a deeper kiss. “I think you need to take me home now.”
Barely able to wait out the anticipation, they walked out with their purchases of one shiny new wallet for Xander and a garment bag that was home to Spike’s new knee length, black leather duster.
Spike rubbed at the worn material between his fingers, glanced at the closed bathroom door and unsnapped the wallet. He blinked and inhaled a quick breath when he saw the picture on display where an ID should have been. He slowly slid the photograph out, gripping it with both hands as he focused on the familiar faces.
“I never could bring myself to get rid of it.” Spike glanced up and saw Xander watching him, arms crossed, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. Realizing he hadn’t heard the water being turned off, he shifted his eyes back to the picture. “Surprised you kept it.”
Xander shrugged. “I take it out and look at it sometimes.” He took a few steps closer until he reached the bed and sat down next to Spike. He let his eyes wander to the picture of himself with an earlier version of William and whispered, “It reminds me that I was happy once.”
Part 19
Spike casually eased his way over to the rumpled bed and sat down. He listened for the sound of the running shower through the paper-thin walls and when satisfied he wouldn’t be interrupted, he reached for the black, leather wallet sitting on the nightstand. His fingers lightly traced the initials etched into the small, silver plate. ALH. Alexander Lavelle Harris. Spike closed his eyes and began to reminisce.
“What are we doing here?”
He grabbed Xander’s hand and dragged him inside, grinning from ear to ear like a child in a toy store.
“Shopping, pet. Need a new wallet, don’t you?”
Xander gave a frightened look of shock and clutched the object resting inside his back pocket. “Nothing wrong with the one I got!”
“That ratty old worn out thing?”
“It’s not old,” Xander defended. “Just… broken in.”
Spike rolled his eyes and began walking toward the glassed in display cabinet. “C’mon, Xan.”
“Mmm. Don’t you love that smell?” Xander let go of Spike, trying to change the subject and turned to bury his nose into the heady scent of leather.
With a sigh, Spike gazed around the large shop, eyeing several employees oblivious to their presence. His grin turned predator, the wallet forgotten as he pushed Xander further into the corner against an assortment of soft, leather coats. “Like the feel of it,” he purred, wrapping Xander inside a long, black duster hanging on a rack against the wall. He leaned into the larger body, trapping him with nowhere to escape. “Can imagine lying you down, naked except for the leather against your skin.”
Xander half moaned at the feel of Spike’s weight pushing against him, aware of how very public this public place was. “People. People here,” he warned shifting his eyes across the room.
“Don’t care.” For the first time displayed out in the open, his lips met Xander’s and pressed softly, his hands snaking their way under the coat to wrap around his lover’s back. Spike closed his eyes and let out a low, breathless moan. “Want me to buy a coat like this? Lay you down, wrap you up and fuck you against the smell of new leather?”
Ignoring the onlookers now tentative on watching the couple making out in public view, Xander gripped him, his fingers wrapping tightly around sandy brown curls, forcing a deeper kiss. “I think you need to take me home now.”
Barely able to wait out the anticipation, they walked out with their purchases of one shiny new wallet for Xander and a garment bag that was home to Spike’s new knee length, black leather duster.
Spike rubbed at the worn material between his fingers, glanced at the closed bathroom door and unsnapped the wallet. He blinked and inhaled a quick breath when he saw the picture on display where an ID should have been. He slowly slid the photograph out, gripping it with both hands as he focused on the familiar faces.
“I never could bring myself to get rid of it.” Spike glanced up and saw Xander watching him, arms crossed, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. Realizing he hadn’t heard the water being turned off, he shifted his eyes back to the picture. “Surprised you kept it.”
Xander shrugged. “I take it out and look at it sometimes.” He took a few steps closer until he reached the bed and sat down next to Spike. He let his eyes wander to the picture of himself with an earlier version of William and whispered, “It reminds me that I was happy once.”