The Perfect Smooch
Friday, September 1, 2000
Xander wondered if he broke Spike. It certainly did appear that way. He looked shell-shocked and he was swaying slightly. His grip on Xander's arms, however, was brutal, like he was
afraid to let go. It couldn't have been the kiss. Personally speaking, the kiss hadn't been one of
Xander's best. It had been a bit too wet and sloppy, with way too much tongue.
Balance was the key to the perfect smooch, equal parts lips, teeth, and tongue. It had taken Xander
months of extensive experimentation to achieve that balance and since then he'd succeeded in
turning 96.8% of his kissing partners into puddles of goo. It wasn't bragging, just a measured
scientific fact. Sometimes science was fun.
Xander tilted his head and studied the man in front of him. Spike wasn't all that ugly. Even
though it looked like he'd been dipped in white paint, Xander could still see the strong lines of
Spike's cheekbones and the ridges and bumps of muscle carved into his lean body. The erection
trapped by the jeans Xander knew Spike put on, but he could see through with his X-ray vision, was
boringly normal except for the foreskin, which most American men lacked. All in all, Spike was an
eye-pleasing specimen of the humanoid male gender... and Xander still wouldn't have sex with him,
even though he was now extremely attracted to Spike. Unperfect or not, Spike sure did know
how to kiss.
"Hey, you home in there?" Xander eventually asked, rapping his knuckles on Spike's head.
Spike blinked rapidly and seemed to return to Earth. "Huh?"
Or not.
Xander chuckled and released Spike completely. "Get dressed. I've had enough of the beach."
"Beach?" Spike looked around and appeared startled to find that's where they were. "Oh. Right.
Okay."
Xander wondered, as he finished dressing, if Spike had brain damage from drowning. He hoped not.
He'd hate to have to find and train another vampire, and they weren't the most trustworthy of
creatures. He'd been lucky that Spike proved to be so loyal.
"Let's go for pizza," Xander suggested a short time later. He
grinned slyly. "I'm starving for a Meat Lovers Supreme."
Spike promptly knocked the gear he was securing to the Hawk onto the ground. "Erm... sure.
Whatever," he mumbled as he bent to retrieve the bags.
Xander blatantly ogled Spike's firm ass. It seemed like such a waste not to sexually abuse it.
Perhaps he'd have to rethink his rule on having to like the person he was rutting. Slipping between
those pert cheeks might be worth it.
End