Spike had just gotten the keys to the room when Carter came into the hotel lobby
carrying a large paper bag.
"I wasn't sure what you liked." Carter said a bit bashfully when Spike looked
questioningly at the bag.
"I'm sure whatever you got is fine." Spike said with a little grin as he watched
the doctor fumble with the bag. He was rather cute, in a clumsy sort of way.
"Oh, okay." Carter replied with a bit of relief as he followed Spike down the
hall to the hotel room.
Spike unlocked the door and rushed to close the drapes. Daylight would be
breaking in a matter of minutes and Spike had no intention of being crispy.
He breathed a sigh of relief as got them closed and turned to face Carter.
Carter looked strangely at him. "Afraid of someone seeing you?" He asked
questioningly.
"Oh, ah, no, no, not quite that." Spike replied quickly. Damn, how was he going
to explain THIS one? "I've. I'm used to being up late. working nights and such,
seeing the sun kind of throws off my schedule." Not exactly a lie.
"Oh, okay." Carter said with visible relief. That he could understand, he'd
worked his share of night shifts and usually made the room as dark as possible
after one of them anyway.
"So, drink?" Spike asked, glancing at the bag Carter was holding and thankful
for other man's acceptance of his explanation.
"Oh, right." Carter said, suddenly remembering the large bag he was still
holding. He placed it down on the nightstand and began to pull out the
contents.
Spike grabbed a bottle of whiskey and opened it. "Damn women, I tell you." He
muttered. "You fall in love with them, go through all kinds of shit for them,
and how do they repay you? They go off with the first bloody poofter they see."
He grabbed two glasses from the nightstand and poured whiskey into both of them.
He handed one to Carter. "You want it on the rocks or something?"
"Nah, this'll work." Carter said accepting the glass. No reason he couldn't
just have a little, he reminded himself. He took a drink of it and made a
face.
Spike laughed. "Been a while since you got drunk?" He took a drink with no
problem and looked at the doctor again.
"You can say that." Carter said sheepishly. He took another drink and didn't
react, having grown accustomed to the taste.
"So what's your story?" Spike said, sitting on the bed. "Who's the bloody
bitch that broke your heart?"
"Who didn't?" Carter replied bitterly and took another swig of the whiskey.
"Ah, I hear you." Spike said, downing the rest of his glass and refilling it.
He offered the bottle to Carter.
"Just a long line of them." Carter muttered and downed the rest of his glass.
"They don't bloody know what they want. One day they want you, the next they
don't and the bloody next they want to be a makeup commercial or some such
garbage." Spike rambled.
"Exactly!" Carter replied refilling his glass. "I date this one, she breaks up
with me and tells me that I'm in love with Abby, this other girl. Abby flirts,
pushes me away, flirts, pushes me away, etc, etc." He took a drink and
continued. "Doesn't know what she wants, I finally get up the nerve to kiss her
and she runs for the hills."
"Eh, they all do that. She'll act all like she wants you then she'll say that
she can never love you and you're beneath her." Spike muttered angrily as he
gulped down another glass and reached for a refill.
"They'll tell you there's no chemistry." Carter added, finishing off his glass
and accepting the bottle from Spike.
"Well, I never had THAT problem." Spike said with a grin as he remembered the
first time he'd been with Buffy.
"Oh." Carter replied a little embarrassed as he took a sip.
"Don't worry about it. Bloody bitch probably didn't know what she had." Spike
said trying to reassure him.
"I guess I'm a lousy kisser." Carter murmured as he took the bottle and poured
himself another glass.
"That can't be true." Spike replied staring at Carter's lips. The man
certainly didn't LOOK like a bad kisser. Spike downed another drink and reached
again for the bottle.
"Well, a kiss is what it took to convince my ex-girlfriend to break up with me.
Then, of course with Abby, and I tried to kiss her and she's been avoiding me
ever since." Carter tried to explain as he finished his drink and reached for
the bottle again.
"I don't think that's true." Spike said. "Sure a kiss can do a lot, but you
can't be bloody awful."
Carter snorted.
"C'mere." Spike said putting down his glass and gesturing toward Carter.
"What?" Carter said looking at Spike. Surely he couldn't mean?
"I'm going to evaluate for myself." Spike replied, scooting next to Carter.
Before Carter could say anything, Spike leaned in and brushed his lips against
Carter's.
Carter pulled away hesitantly.
Spike laughed slightly. "Well, if you act that way when you kiss, I can see
your problem."
Carter was angry for a second, what right did he have to judge him? I'll show
him, Carter thought as he leaned in and began to kiss Spike.
Spike was surprised by the feeling of Carter's lips on his but responded
eagerly, parting his lips and letting Carter add his tongue to the mix.
Carter was intently focused on the kiss. First, he was trying to prove to Spike
that he could kiss, but soon he found himself enjoying the feeling of Spike's
lips on his. Then he went hard and the urgency increased.
His teasing had been off the mark, Spike soon discovered. The man could
certainly kiss; in fact he was making him hard. He hadn't been with anyone
since Anya. He needed this and badly.
When the two men finally came up for air, they stared deep into each other's
eyes.
"Well, the bloody bitches don't deserve you." Spike stated, staring at Carter's
groin.
Carter blushed.
"Aww, look at you." Spike said softly, brushing his hand against Carter's cheek.
"Stupid bitches, don't bloody deserve you."
Carter blushed redder at the praise. He'd never been able to take a
compliment. "You're not so bad yourself." He said, his voice thick with
desire.
"Not anymore." Spike replied with a laugh. He gently put his arms around
Carter, thankful as Carter settled into his embrace. He didn't need a migraine
to ruin this moment.
Carter enjoyed being held, it'd been a long time since anyone had bothered to
hold him, especially in a tender way.
"When's the last time someone made love to you?" Spike whispered into Carter's
ear.
**********
"This is the second time that I've been in an ambulance today." Anya observed as
she followed Dave into the back of the rig.
Dave placed a quick kiss on Anya's lips and grinned. "Bet you didn't do THAT
the first time."
"Sadly, no. Do you think that if I was willing to pay that a cute paramedic
would have been willing to kiss me?" Anya asked with a grin as she leaned into
Dave for another kiss.
Dave hadn't been kissed so eagerly by a woman since his LAST time in an
ambulance. At least he couldn't get fired for doing it with Anya here. His
tongue eagerly met hers as his hands roamed his way up her body and brushed
against the outside of her breasts.
"It's a shame you couldn't have kept your job just on the basis of your apparent
sexual skill. Why must employers not take into consideration vast sexual
experience and talent when making such decisions?" Anya mused as the kiss broke
apart.
Dave shrugged and leaned into resume the kiss. He started to slide his hands
under her shirt again, when she interrupted him.
"After all, sexual skill IS a necessity to ensure survival of the population."
Anya added.
"Right." Dave agreed as he slipped his hands under the hem of her shirt. He
was almost at the outer edge of her bra when she spoke up again.
"What would we do if there weren't enough sexually skilled people around? The
race would die out and demons would end up taking over the earth." She paused
for a second. "That might not be so bad."
"Are you going to keep talking?" Dave asked the annoyance creeping into his
voice.
"Huh, why?" Anya asked clearly confused.
"Well, I was thinking that we could do something other than talk." Dave purred
as he ran a finger down the soft skin of her arm.
"Oh, you want to play a game?" Anya asked. "I don't think we have any board
games here."
"No, I was thinking something ELSE." Dave replied frustrated.
Anya became excited; she certainly knew what a symbol like that meant. She
slowly stroked the growing bulge in Dave's pants.
"So you want to be my sex puppy?" Anya asked eagerly.
Dave barked in response then they both giggled.
When he was finally able to brush against the soft material of her bra, Dave
moaned as he gently moved his fingers against her hardened nipples.
Anya took that as an invitation to unzip Dave's pants and slide his member out
of the layers of material that poorly contained it.
Dave broke their kiss and began to slowly kiss his way along her jaw and down
her neck.
"Hey, won't we get caught?" Anya asked suddenly. She wasn't sure if the
prospect of being caught bothered her or not.
Dave grinned. "If this rig's a rockin' don't come a knockin'"
************
Luka slowly pulled away from their kiss and looked deep into Buffy's eyes. It
seemed like she knew pain and death as well as he did.
"I don't." He said throatily.
"We can't." Buffy said slowly.
He leaned across the table and began to kiss her again. It wasn't like Abby
hadn't kissed Carter at work, after all. How could she expect that he wouldn't
hear about that?
Buffy responded to the kiss, realizing that the last guy she'd kissed who'd been
alive was Riley. Of course, to be fair Luka DID look rather vampish.
"Luka." She breathed as they broke the kiss.
"Not here." He whispered, knowing that he'd be hard as a rock in a moment. He
grabbed her hand and led her out of the cafeteria.
Buffy followed along eagerly. It wasn't like she couldn't kick his ass if he
got too fresh anyway.
Luka quickly led her to a room long abandoned in the basement.
"The basement?" Buffy asked trying to mask her disapproval. Why the hell did
she keep falling for guys that liked to do it underground?
"A former. friend once mentioned this room to me." Luka said with a grin as he
led her into the room and pulled aside a ceiling tile.
"What are you looking for?" Buffy asked skeptically.
"This." Luka replied, pulling candles and a few other objects out of the
ceiling. This was probably the first time he ever wanted to thank Doug Ross.
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