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snoggedTitle: Illegal Drug
Author: snogged
Pairing: Liam/Spike
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; male/male interaction, language, marijuana use, blowjobs, angst
Summary: Human AU. Both boys are 18 years old and are seniors in high school.
Feedback: Is always appreciated but is not required
A/N: Firstly, this is my first ever Spike/Angel fiction and in general, male/male is something fairly new for me. This is a birthday present for the fabulous smut-town goddess![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thatotherperv. You are a fantastic author and a wonderful person to know.
Liam wanted to kick something, punch someone, and scream at the top of his lungs. At this point, he really didn’t care what he did so long as he could get rid of his growing frustration over the women at Sunnydale High School. They were all a bunch of fussy, pompous bitches. Especially that little tramp of a cheerleader Buffy Summers who would happily fuck the football team but wouldn’t give him the time of day. It was probably because his fucking parents had named him Liam. It was the new Millennium and his parents were living in the Stone Age. No woman in their right mind would ever want to date a guy named Liam.
He collapsed onto the couch in his parents’ basement and clicked on the television, hoping there’d be something decent on. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small, red pipe and a quarter bag of Sunnydale’s finest. If he wasn’t getting fucked, he might as well get stoned.
He packed the bowl up nice and full and held the pipe up to his lips, eager to feel the instant relaxation that always followed a good hit. He flicked the lighter and watched the buds turn ruby. Thin curls of sweet smoke drifted into the air and he inhaled deeply, feeling the burn hit the back of his throat. His lungs expanded, taking in all the smoke and drug he could handle. Damn, this was some good shit.
He relaxed into the couch and watched the colors of the television grow brighter in front of his eyes.
“LIAM!” His mother screamed from the top of the stairs. “You got a friend here to see you.”
Liam paused, letting his mother’s words sink in. Who the fuck was coming to see him? He guessed it was probably Xander. That little twit always liked coming over to get smoked up. And most of the time, Liam was happy to share but today was just not one of those days.
He heard the basement stairs creaking and looked up to see a set of piercing blue eyes staring back at him. It was William aka Spike, the punk badass from his Biology class. And there was one thing Liam knew for sure, Spike was nobody’s friend. He was the sexy loner all the girls went ga-ga over but he was aloof and ignored them and everybody else too.
“What are you doing here?” Liam asked, arching an eyebrow in mild curiosity.
“Came to see my best mate, of course.” Spike’s eyes twinkled as he swaggered over to the couch and Liam felt his dick twitch slightly. There was no denying that Spike was attractive even if Liam tended to prefer women. Or at least, he thought he did.
Spike pulled the pipe out of Liam’s hands and lit the bowl, sucking the smoke deep into his lungs. Liam couldn’t help but watch.
“What you looking at?” Spike asked; his voice slightly choked from the hit he was still holding.
Liam turned his head back towards the television set, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Nothing.”
“Ever been shotgunned?” Spike asked, leaning towards Liam’s face. The sweet scent of pot drifted into Liam’s nostrils and he sighed softly.
Liam shook his head. “No.” This all felt extremely weird. He never hung out with Spike before and now, the boy was in his basement asking him if he’d even been shotgunned. Liam wondered if it was Fuck-With-Someone’s-Brain day and no one had sent him the memo.
“Open your mouth.” Spike prompted hoarsely.
Liam hesitated for a brief moment then did so, feeling Spike’s mouth press down upon his. Spike exhaled, expelling smoke into Liam’s mouth. The kiss deepened and Liam pulled away instinctively. “What the fuck? I’m not fucking queer.”
Spike arched an eyebrow and leaned his elbow against the sofa. His blue eyes locked with Liam’s tented pants. “Not queer, eh?” He grinned wolfishly and his hand patted Liam’s thigh. “You hide it well.”
Liam swatted Spike’s hand away and took another hit from the pipe. “I like pussy.”
Spike shrugged and grinned. “Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a good blowjob.”
Liam’s jaw dropped; Spike liked sucking dick? No wonder he never dated any of the girls who would fuck him in an instant if he just said the word. He glanced down at his own crotch, cursing that his body was choosing to respond this way. This shit just wasn’t natural.
Spike plucked the pipe out of Liam’s hand and stared at it for a brief moment. “Sucking cock is like this weed. It’s a high quality experience that leaves your emotions on fire for hours. It clears away all the muddled shit in your head and gives you that high you so desperately crave. Course, there are some bloody differences too.”
Spike angled his body closer to Liam’s and casually placed his hand on the inside of Liam’s thigh. “Some things just have to be experienced first hand though. Explaining something only takes you so far.” Spike moved off the couch suddenly and dropped to his knees in front of Liam. “And if you’re really that fucking uncomfortable close your eyes.” Spike’s fingers moved to unzip Liam’s pants and were met with zero resistance. Liam’s cock popped free of its confines and Spike’s tongue darted from his lips, eagerly seeking its prize.
Liam leaned back into the sofa, letting his eyes drift shut to the sounds of slurping and sucking. He’d never had a blowjob like this before. Fuck, he’d never had a blow job period before. His fingers clutched the sofa fabric as his body responded to Spike’s ministrations. He groaned softly, feeling his balls contract. The thick, white cum exploded from the tip of his dick and coated the back of Spike’s throat. Liam sighed heavily and reached for the pipe, eager to finish off the experience with a massive hit. How else was he going to forget that he just got professionally sucked off by a guy?
Spike rose from the ground and glanced at Liam. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, see you at school tomorrow.” Liam sucked the drug into his lungs and relaxed back into his high, not even noticing that Spike had left.
Author: snogged
Pairing: Liam/Spike
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; male/male interaction, language, marijuana use, blowjobs, angst
Summary: Human AU. Both boys are 18 years old and are seniors in high school.
Feedback: Is always appreciated but is not required
A/N: Firstly, this is my first ever Spike/Angel fiction and in general, male/male is something fairly new for me. This is a birthday present for the fabulous smut-town goddess
thatotherperv. You are a fantastic author and a wonderful person to know. Liam wanted to kick something, punch someone, and scream at the top of his lungs. At this point, he really didn’t care what he did so long as he could get rid of his growing frustration over the women at Sunnydale High School. They were all a bunch of fussy, pompous bitches. Especially that little tramp of a cheerleader Buffy Summers who would happily fuck the football team but wouldn’t give him the time of day. It was probably because his fucking parents had named him Liam. It was the new Millennium and his parents were living in the Stone Age. No woman in their right mind would ever want to date a guy named Liam.
He collapsed onto the couch in his parents’ basement and clicked on the television, hoping there’d be something decent on. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small, red pipe and a quarter bag of Sunnydale’s finest. If he wasn’t getting fucked, he might as well get stoned.
He packed the bowl up nice and full and held the pipe up to his lips, eager to feel the instant relaxation that always followed a good hit. He flicked the lighter and watched the buds turn ruby. Thin curls of sweet smoke drifted into the air and he inhaled deeply, feeling the burn hit the back of his throat. His lungs expanded, taking in all the smoke and drug he could handle. Damn, this was some good shit.
He relaxed into the couch and watched the colors of the television grow brighter in front of his eyes.
“LIAM!” His mother screamed from the top of the stairs. “You got a friend here to see you.”
Liam paused, letting his mother’s words sink in. Who the fuck was coming to see him? He guessed it was probably Xander. That little twit always liked coming over to get smoked up. And most of the time, Liam was happy to share but today was just not one of those days.
He heard the basement stairs creaking and looked up to see a set of piercing blue eyes staring back at him. It was William aka Spike, the punk badass from his Biology class. And there was one thing Liam knew for sure, Spike was nobody’s friend. He was the sexy loner all the girls went ga-ga over but he was aloof and ignored them and everybody else too.
“What are you doing here?” Liam asked, arching an eyebrow in mild curiosity.
“Came to see my best mate, of course.” Spike’s eyes twinkled as he swaggered over to the couch and Liam felt his dick twitch slightly. There was no denying that Spike was attractive even if Liam tended to prefer women. Or at least, he thought he did.
Spike pulled the pipe out of Liam’s hands and lit the bowl, sucking the smoke deep into his lungs. Liam couldn’t help but watch.
“What you looking at?” Spike asked; his voice slightly choked from the hit he was still holding.
Liam turned his head back towards the television set, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Nothing.”
“Ever been shotgunned?” Spike asked, leaning towards Liam’s face. The sweet scent of pot drifted into Liam’s nostrils and he sighed softly.
Liam shook his head. “No.” This all felt extremely weird. He never hung out with Spike before and now, the boy was in his basement asking him if he’d even been shotgunned. Liam wondered if it was Fuck-With-Someone’s-Brain day and no one had sent him the memo.
“Open your mouth.” Spike prompted hoarsely.
Liam hesitated for a brief moment then did so, feeling Spike’s mouth press down upon his. Spike exhaled, expelling smoke into Liam’s mouth. The kiss deepened and Liam pulled away instinctively. “What the fuck? I’m not fucking queer.”
Spike arched an eyebrow and leaned his elbow against the sofa. His blue eyes locked with Liam’s tented pants. “Not queer, eh?” He grinned wolfishly and his hand patted Liam’s thigh. “You hide it well.”
Liam swatted Spike’s hand away and took another hit from the pipe. “I like pussy.”
Spike shrugged and grinned. “Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a good blowjob.”
Liam’s jaw dropped; Spike liked sucking dick? No wonder he never dated any of the girls who would fuck him in an instant if he just said the word. He glanced down at his own crotch, cursing that his body was choosing to respond this way. This shit just wasn’t natural.
Spike plucked the pipe out of Liam’s hand and stared at it for a brief moment. “Sucking cock is like this weed. It’s a high quality experience that leaves your emotions on fire for hours. It clears away all the muddled shit in your head and gives you that high you so desperately crave. Course, there are some bloody differences too.”
Spike angled his body closer to Liam’s and casually placed his hand on the inside of Liam’s thigh. “Some things just have to be experienced first hand though. Explaining something only takes you so far.” Spike moved off the couch suddenly and dropped to his knees in front of Liam. “And if you’re really that fucking uncomfortable close your eyes.” Spike’s fingers moved to unzip Liam’s pants and were met with zero resistance. Liam’s cock popped free of its confines and Spike’s tongue darted from his lips, eagerly seeking its prize.
Liam leaned back into the sofa, letting his eyes drift shut to the sounds of slurping and sucking. He’d never had a blowjob like this before. Fuck, he’d never had a blow job period before. His fingers clutched the sofa fabric as his body responded to Spike’s ministrations. He groaned softly, feeling his balls contract. The thick, white cum exploded from the tip of his dick and coated the back of Spike’s throat. Liam sighed heavily and reached for the pipe, eager to finish off the experience with a massive hit. How else was he going to forget that he just got professionally sucked off by a guy?
Spike rose from the ground and glanced at Liam. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, see you at school tomorrow.” Liam sucked the drug into his lungs and relaxed back into his high, not even noticing that Spike had left.
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