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Coercion 3 Touching Shoulders Spike caught Xander giving him sidelong glances all the next week. Xander continued to read and would occasionally ask Spike about some literary point, but Spike was once again glared back to the chair. Spike sighed at himself. He’d pressed too hard and would have to start over or take more bold steps. Then Xander came home again with a wrenched muscle, smelling of beer and the Bronze. He flopped carefully into the chair and glared into the distance. Spike took his blood from the microwave and peered over it at the boy. “What happened this time?” “My shoulder. They fired me. For being too careful, they fired me.” “Who’d you save, ya bloody white hat?” “A supervisor, even!” Spike gulped his blood and set
the cup in the sink. “You want me to see to it?” Xander glanced sharply at the
vampire, then away. He remembered what Spike had said last time, and he didn’t
quite know if he wanted any more talk like that. He flexed his shoulder and
grimaced. “Yes, please.” Spike came to stand at the foot
of the chair. “Scoot up,” he said, nodding at the footrest. Xander moved to
sit where indicated and Spike swung a leg over to sit behind him. “Sit up a
little and relax.” “I can’t do both, can I?” “I suspect you can.” Spike
carefully prodded the area and discovered just which muscle was the culprit.
“So what’s the story this time?” “I told Hank, that’s the
supervisor, that this one dolly had a loose wheel. He told me to use it
anyway.” Xander hissed as Spike pressed his shoulder, echoing the moan from
Spike as his chip tingled. “So I load it light, and right as I was passing
him, the wheel comes off.” Xander gasped as Spike did a little push-twist
under his shoulder blade. The flair of pain subsided, and the pain was eased.
“So, instead of letting it go and letting the jerk get hurt, I grab at it and
pull my shoulder. That made twice in one month I had to be sent home so they
fired me.” Xander became aware that Spike was slowly rubbing circles along his
spine and the pain in his shoulder was pretty much gone. “Spike?” “Yeah, Pet?” “My shoulder... er... it’s
much better. You don’t have to do that.” “Oh.” Spike fell silent but
kept rubbing Xander’s back. “My chip. It zapped me again. And this is…
soothing.” “So… touching me soothes
you?” “You’re warm,” Spike
mumbled, “and we don’t have a cat.” “Oh. Well, you did fix my
shoulder. And my back the other week.” Xander couldn’t help but enjoy the
long fingers working over his back. He closed his eyes and didn’t even object
when Spike worked off his t-shirt. He did notice when the vampire moved up
closer behind him and started rubbing his upper arms and reaching around to
caress slow circles on his chest. It was weird, but damn it, it
felt good. No one had touched him this intimately since… since Anya tried to
jump him on prom night. He did tense up when Spike closed the last inches
between them and Xander could clearly feel the vampire’s erection pressed
against his lower back. “Um, Spike?” “Hummm?” “Are you soothed enough
yet?” “Mmmmmm. Am I hurting you?” “Uh, no, but, well, I notice
you are enjoying this quite a bit.” Xander protested, but made no move to get
up. “Do you trust me, Harris?” Xander shrugged, uncomfortable.
“As far as I can. Which isn’t very,” he added too quickly. "I trust
you to rip my heart out one day when you can." “I’ve been thinking. Do you
trust me to make you feel good?” “You, um, have given me a
couple of nice back rubs.” “I can do more with these
hands, pet,” Spike knew he could be pushing too hard, but he was horny and
growing impatient. He ran smooth hands over Xander’s well-developed chest. The
job at the docks had been grunt work, but it had served well to get the boy in
shape. “I can play you like a
grand piano.” “But… but you’re a guy.” “Yeah, you noticed that.
You’re one, too.” Spike resisted the urge to reach down and cup the erection
he could smell, and murmured in Xander’s ear. “I got over the whole gender
issue a century again. Flesh is flesh.” “Um, I’ve not gotten over
it.” “Hands and lips are the same in both sexes. I have no one. You have no
one. We could… have some fun.” “F-f-fun? With you?” Spike reluctantly moved back from the boy before he could bolt. He soothed his hands over the boy’s bare back as if quieting a skittish horse. “Let me leave you with this thought, pet. What I am offering is this: consider having a sexual playmate who is willing to indulge your every desire without protest or question. A partner with supernatural stamina and strength who will give or take. Who will ask no commitments and tell no tales. Who cannot hurt you unless you request it and who will not force any issue.” He leaned forward and planted a single kiss on Xander’s shoulder. “Think about it, pet. If you don’t say yes in a week, I’ll never bring it up again.” Spike moved swiftly, raising up from the chair, grabbing his coat, and vanishing out the back door into the night. Xander sat gob struck, looking from the door to the erection pressing the zipper of his jeans. “You can’t be taking this seriously?” he said to his penis as he took it out. “Not you, too,” he said to his brain as it fed him images of the vampire as he started to stroke himself. “No… noooooo!” he howled as he came to the retrospective of film clips of Spike his brain kept projecting.
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