(The characters are not mine, they're Joss'. I'm just playing with them.
(A/N: Summary Xander is from Sunnydale etc, but Spike never went to Sunnydale. After Willow triggered all the slayers, there were changes in the world. Some vampires started to “behave” and fit into society – think of Harmony at W&H. Xander finally has a career and is about to run headlong into Spikey.)
“Come on Xander, it’ll be fun!” Nash practically bounced in her seat as she watched her best friend listlessly push his breakfast around on his plate.
“I dunno... not in the mood to change things.” He winced at the look that the waiter/owner of the café was shooting at him and quickly made an act of eating. “Not in the mood for anything, you know?”
“Pfft... that’s exactly when you need a change. And a man, you need a nice handsome guy to put that smile back where it belongs.”
“Thought I had a nice man... turns out he’s a jerk.”
“...too,” they said in unison, and laughed.
She put her hand on his. “Best way to forget a man is to meet another one. And in the meantime... switch to the Euro flights. San Francisco, LA, San Francisco, LA... gets real boring, you know? But SFO to Heathrow, with me, what else could you ask for?”
“That you were a hot guy with all the right parts? We’d be perfect together.”
She giggled. “Yup, we would. But oooh... Captain Spike, now him you’d like. Blond, a bit on the short side, but absolutely fit... and the bluest eyes, ever.”
“And he’s straight.” Pure guess. Most pilots were quite hot. Most were more than straight.
“Nope... I tried to go after him, but he resisted.”
“Like that’s a guaranteed test,” he snorted.
“Hey, my gaydar is as strong as yours. Stronger even.”
“Yeah, you’re one heck of a fag hag.”
“Hey, I’m no hag,” Nash primped her hair. “New cut, and color.”
He laughed, “looks fab, Nash. Still .. don’t know about those long flights...”
“Doit doit doit! Transfer, come on Xan... fun!”
* * *
Dressed in his navy blue uniform, Xander arrived early and headed into the American Airways crew lounge. Hopefully he wasn’t making a mistake here, giving up his short flights and the ability to be home every night for flights to London... overnighters. If he wasn’t a happy camper, darling Nashie would have to suffer. Grinning at the thought of working a flight with his best friend, he headed for the food and drink bar and ordered a coke.
As he waited, he looked around the room, then did a double take toward that glass walled area with an open skylight - where smokers were banished. Inside, a lone pilot paced, occasionally blowing smoke rings and stopping to look into the lounge. The intensity of those blue eyes, the confidence in that man’s steps and bearing, and the perfect lines of his body under the tailored uniform, kicked Xander’s heart rate up a notch.
“Close your mouth, you’re being too obvious,” Nash giggled. “So you approve of our Captain Spike.”
“Our Captain Spike... that’s him, that’s our... oh yeah, I approve. But sadly, I don’t think he noticed me.”
“Oh, he notices everything. Trust me. But you might have to wiggle that ass some—“
“Nashie!” Xander took a couple of long swallows of his cool drink.
“Oh stop being uptight. This IS San Francisco.”
* * *
Ten minutes later, the crew started to board. Xander was balancing his hand luggage when Nash whispered close to his ears. “Okay, start wiggling, he’s right behind us.”
Xander swallowed... and almost tripped over his cart. Righting the cart, he tried to walk a bit quicker, and to ignore the rat tat tat of his heart thumping against his chest.
There was a bottle neck right at the entrance to the plane, as flight attendants put their things away in the closet space reserved for the crew. Xander felt the heat from a body right behind him, and couldn’t help but turn.
“You’ve taken over for Sarah, have you?” Captain Spike gave Xander a smile.
Oh God Oh God Oh God... don’t let him hear my heart. Xander nodded dumbly. Right now, all he could think of was how smooth and starched the Captain’s dark uniform was... and how he was envisioning a million ways of wrinkling him up. Thing that were forbidden in the cockpit... .
Spike gave a low chuckle, then put his hands on Xander’s hips as he slipped past behind him and ducked into the cockpit.
That wasn’t... Captains didn’t usually do that, did they? I mean... he touched his hips. Xander glanced around looking for Nash and caught the smile she flashed him. Then it was all work for them.
After the passengers were settled, the plane was pushed back and the emergency procedures explained, Xander started to secure the kitchen cabinets at the front of the airplane. As he worked, he could hear the Captain and the first officer going through their checks, discussing alternate and diversion airports, and making fuel calculations.
“Air conditioning supply.”
The radio crackled. “You have clearance to taxi to runway R27.”
The engines whistled to a high pitch, as the airplane taxied, and turned to get into line. Xander had just finished locking the last drawer when he heard the Captain’s voice, this time over the speaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been cleared for take off. Flight attendants, please take your seats.”
God that accent was sexy.
Just as Xander took his seat, the cockpit door was shut and locked. He put the PA system’s speaker to his mouth, “Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain will turn off the ‘fasten seat belts’ sign when he feels it is safe to do so. Until that time, please remain comfortably seated with your seat belts on. ..” he knew the spiel and didn’t have to read his cue card anymore.
The engines grew louder as the airplane began to accelerate down the runway. And then they were in the air and could feel the gears retracting under foot.
Once the Captain gave them clearance, Xander took his harness off. “Back to work,” he mouthed to Nash.
“See if the Captain wants coffee, he’s one of those coffeeholics.”
“You should know,” Xander pointed out. Heading for the door, he knocked and was allowed in. “Coffee, tea?”
“That offer is usually followed by another, more interesting one,” Captain Spike said, merely smirking as his first officer broke into laughter.
“Careful Will, he might take you seriously as he hasn’t flown with us before.”
Who the bloody hell was joking? Spike’s gaze clung to and explored Xander’s form in detail, before reaching his eyes again. If the silence hadn’t spoken for him, that heated look had. He could tell Xander was a bit flustered, but in a good way.
“I’ll take coffee, black.”
Spike raised his brow and stared until Xander came to his senses, then added a crisp “thank you,” that sent Xander scurrying out.
First he’d felt the Captain’s hand on his hips, then his gaze had raked over him ... sending his pulses racing, and now... now he swore he felt the weight of the blond’s gaze on his ass. And he was not wiggling it..
* * *
Hours later, the cabin lights were dimmed and most of the passengers were either asleep or staring at their personal viewers. Since they’d had some turbulence earlier, and also out of boredom, Xander checked the overhead bins by putting his arms up and running ahis hand along the bins on either side as he walked the aisle.
To his surprise, he saw the Captain walking toward him... doing the same ... with his arms outstretched at his sides. God that man looked awful sexy, with his jacket gaping, and his belt buckle occasionally glinting in the dim lights.
Xander’s mouth went dry as Spike drew closer and closer. Was it like a game of chicken? Was he supposed to pull his hands down and make room for the Captain? Or was it a challenge? He sucked his breath in... one more step and they were standing toe to toe, mirror images.
“Is everything going alright?” the Captain asked, in a friendly but business-like tone that was nothing like the heat in his eyes.
“Good, everything’s good. Especially now that we passed the turbulence.” Xander’s voice sounded breathless. Well he was breathless, who wouldn’t be if the Captain’s mouth were six inches away, and if his thumb were slowly rubbing over the back of their hand?
“Weather report was a bit inaccurate. It happens. It’s better now that we moved to a new cruising altitude. Lower.”
“What?!? I mean what?” Xander licked his lips.
“Lower is better, don’t you agree?”
Heat inched through Xander’s veins. “Yes.”
“Although I enjoy a bumpy ride once in a while.”
Xander almost choked, especially when that thumb stopped stroking and started ‘bangin’ his hand, slipping in and out of the vee of his thumb and index finger. He got the message alright... clear down to his groin. His pants were stretched so taut over his arousal, it was uncomfortable.
“Uh...” He nodded.
“Have you been to the Apollo?”
Xander knew the edgy nightclub in San Francisco, he’d been there a couple of times. It was one of those places that were packed with hot guys... like someone had tossed the ugly ones out or something. “Yeah, why?”
The Captain shrugged, still more or less fucking Xander’s hand with his thumb, “they keep playing the dance version of that song... Save a horse and ride a cowboy. I was there last night, and the song keeps playing in my head... ride a cowboy, I wondered where I’d find one to ride.”
“Oh.” A light of understanding flashed in Xander’s eyes. “I’m sure you’re a great rider.... I’ve always wanted to be a horse... I mean be rid... I...”
“I know.” For an instant, the Captain moved closer, and they both dropped their hands to the side, before he put his hands on Xander’s hips, and moved past him, to walk the rest of the aisle.
Xander’s hand still tingled. What he wanted... what he really wanted to do was have a little private time with that hand, in the privacy of the bathroom. But on an airplane, not so private, so he skipped it. He couldn’t help it, he watched the captain disappear at the tail of the plane, then watched him reappear and walk back along the other aisle.
William stared right back into the flight attendant’s expressive eyes, eyes so full of longing and desire, eyes that promised to slake every lustful thought the vampire was having. What was it about this particular boy that was making it difficult for him to keep his mind on his work? Why did he have the urge to drive Xander to the edge of desire, here, where neither of them could do a thing about it? He didn’t know, but it didn’t stop him from tugging his collar to the side as he passed Xander, revealing just a bit of his chest and licking the corner of his mouth.
Xander squeezed the headrest he was leaning against. Hot... damn... fuck... He could barely stand, and released his breath only after Captain Spike had long since passed him, and returned to the cockpit.
* * *
Passengers started to open the windows to allow the sun to shine inside the plane as the flight attendants began to serve breakfast.
Xander leaned across a few empty seats to help a child. He slid the window cover up past the “VS” etching in the glass, and scowled. Vampire Safe It irked him that monsters were allowed to freely roam among humans, and that vampirism was treated as a disability. All these new rules about making public places Vampire Safe, or friendly. Didn’t anyone remember the mayhem they’d caused in the past... or what about the murderous ones that still roamed the streets. So what if a small percentage had turned over new leaves and were “behaving.” They were like pit bulls, or wild animals... they could turn on you at anytime. Stupid stupid stupid government.
“Thanks,mister. Can I have my crayons?” The little girl whispered.
“Sure, let’s just put them here on the chair so you can draw after you eat,” he said, getting her pouch of crayons off the floor, then moving to allow the other flight attendant to place the child’s food on the tray.
* * *
These days, even the crew had to go through the long lines at customs. Xander was walking alongside Nash, when she said she needed to go to the restroom. Figuring he might as well do the same, Xander walked into the men’s room.
One second later, Captain William Spike walked in. Their gazes met in the mirror. The heat was incinerating. No words were necessary. None.
It was hard to tell which one of them made the first move, but they were locked together, man against man, stumbling toward a stall. The Captain kicked it shut, fumbled to turn the lock, then pressed Xander back against the metal wall. Mouth to mouth, finally... he stilled Xander’s cries of ‘oh God,’ kissing him hard, grinding against him, taking what had been denied for hours during the flight.
The Captain’s raw desire took Xander’s breath away. He clung to the man, running his hands over his back, over his tight ass... squeezing, urging him closer, urging him to fuck him right there.
God he was hard... both of them were so hard. Xander slipped his hand between them and found Spike’s arousal... even through his pants, the Captain did not disappoint. Thoughts of being filled by the Captain’s cock, of being pounded into the wall, had Xander groaning and fighting to turn around.
Releasing him briefly, Spike turned Xander around, and circled his waist. Holding Xander’s waistband up with one hand, he lowered the guy’s zipper with the other. The sound echoed in the tiled bathroom, as did the sound of Xander’s panting breaths. “Come on...”
One tug, and Xander’s trousers and briefs were down below his ass. With his palms flat against the cool metal wall separating the stalls, Xander pushed back, closing his eyes as he reveled in the pressure of the finger preparing him.
Just the sound of the Captain’s own zipper almost had Xander coming. Then he felt his engorged cock at his hole, pushing... blinded with desire, he cried out.
Spike gripped Xander’s waist tighter, bending his own knees as he pulled the boy down hard on his cock, shuddering as tight muscles closed around him. Fuck... the boy was hot and tight... twitching around him as if to beg for friction.
Unable to restrain the sudden rush of need, Spike thrust hard, slamming Xander bodily into the wall. Again, and again, each thrust more powerful as Xander moaned and begged for more. Lost in wave after wave of sharp aches and building pressure, Spike was almost too slow to react to the sound of the restroom door opening.
Quickly, he lifted Xander up, sliding his knees between the boy’s legs and opening them slightly so Xander could sit on his thighs... still getting fucked, only much slower now. He put a hand on Xander’s mouth, to keep him quiet, as two men talked and took a piss.
Xander squirmed. At first he’d been afraid of detection, but Captain William Spike was one strong man. His powerful thighs defied gravity, made this seem easy. Finally relaxing, Xander started to move up and down, riding Spike’s thick cock, swallowing his groans... thankful for the hand over his mouth. Every time Spike hit that special spot, Xander thought he was going to faint.
It went on and on and on, until the men finally left. Spike dropped Xander down. He pounded into him, a few hard thrusts, and both of them were coming. And coming. Xander slumped against the wall until the feel of Spike’s mouth on his throat had him turning. They kissed again. This time it was a slow, lingering kiss.
“Not enough,” Spike completed his sentence, opening the door and heading for the sinks. In the mirror, his gaze held Xander’s.
Xander walked out weak-kneed, and nodded. Before he could say more, the bathroom was invaded, and Spike was gone.
A few minutes later, after he’d cleaned up, he found Nash at the door - waiting for him, tapping her foot.
“Having your way with Captain Spike?”
“Oh, you were letting him have his way with you.” She grinned.
“Oh, ok,” she picked up her stuff. “And Xan... your fly’s open. Heee!”
He chased her down to the moving sidewalk, then slowed down as he saw other crew members.
* * *
The taxi line was crowded, but at least it was shaded by VS awnings. At the head of the line, Spike and three other crew members were getting into a cab. He turned and waved to Xander and Nash.
“You go ahead,” she said, giving Xander a nudge. “I’m stopping by my sister’s place before I go to the hotel.” Besides, the taxi only took four people.
“You sure?” he went ahead and put his stuff into the cab, and then sat. It was an interesting set up. One of the chairs was really a pull down seat that was right behind the driver. Sitting there, Xander was directly across from Spike.
Spike leaned back, scooting the lower half of his body down and twisting his upper body to the side to look at his first officer as they talked. Almost as an afterthought, he pulled his cap off.
Xander was mesmerized. He kept fighting to prevent himself from being too obvious, but his gaze kept straying to Spike. Those long fingers, that sensuous mouth... the smooth column of his throat. Fuck, the way his legs moved as he talked... it kept Xander on edge, made him tense with anticipation that their knees would touch.
He wanted to see what was under the Captain’s clothes... wanted to wrinkle up every bit of that starched white shirt. Wanted to tug the shirt up...
...Oh God, as if on cue, the Captain was tugging his own shirt up. Fuck... Xander’s gaze clung to the man’s hand, now caressing a button on his shirt. Did he realize what he was doing... that he was tangling Xander up so bad on the inside?
It was only when the cab pulled up to the hotel that Xander realized he hadn’t spoken a single word during the entire ride.
The first officer pointed to the underground parking area. “The Captain wouldn’t want to lose his nightclub pallor,” he joked.
A few minute later, Spike leaned over... his mouth inches from Xander’s, as he got up, then got out from Xander’s side. Now that was a ‘come fuck me’ invitation, if he’d ever seen one. Xander scrambled out of the cab. There was no way he was going to refuse it. No way.