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snoggedTitle: One Toke Over The Line
Author: snogged
Parings: Spike/Liam, Spike/Oz, implied Spike/Lindsey
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing. Title comes from a "Brewers and Shipley" song.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; male/male, language, marijuana use, blowjobs, voyeurism, 69
Summary: Human AU. They are 18 years old and seniors in high school.
Feedback: is always appreciated
A/N: This is a sequel to my story "Illegal Drug" . It is set one week after the events in that story. I want to dedicate this to all the folks who thought the first one needed a sequel.
Beta: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dragonydreams for checking the story over. Any additional mistakes are mine.
Liam shifted in his seat as the biology teacher droned on about splitting cells or some other stupid shit. He wasn't going to grow up to be a biologist so why should he give a damn? Instead, his mind was filled with nasty thoughts about the boy sitting in front of him; the one with the slick, platinum blond hair who had turned his whole world on its axis a mere week ago.
That one fucking amazing blowjob had consumed his thoughts for the last seven days. Every time he lit a bowl, every time he sat on the couch in the basement, he'd envision Spike on his knees sucking him off with wanton need. It got to the point where he was seeking out shitty, streaming video of gay men in order to jack himself off.
Every time he saw Spike in the hallway or in the classroom, he couldn't bring himself to say anything or do anything. He felt too nervous to bring it up and figured Spike would laugh at him. There had been a few times where he had wanted to pull Spike into the janitor's closet and get the sucking of a lifetime but Spike was always distracted by someone else. If it wasn't some bimbo slut trying to mack on him, it was Lindsey or Oz talking to him about band practice. They played decent shit, though, so Liam couldn’t complain. Lindsey was the lead vocalist, Oz played bass guitar, and Spike was hell on the skins. They won Battle of the Bands almost every year since they had started their group and the only reason they lost the one time was because of a damn fluke in the judging.
"Liam," Xander hissed, interrupting his thoughts. "Up for a tasty treat after class? I got a hold of some quality stuff. It’s that creeper shit that fucks you up nice and slow-like."
Liam shrugged and nodded. He could never turn down a few hits on a joint. It certainly made sitting through English a lot more interesting.
The bell rang and the two boys slipped into the alley behind the school. Xander had one of those one-hitters that looked like a cigarette so it masked the illegality of their behavior a little bit. Technically, smoking on school grounds was illegal too but that didn't stop a number of people from coming back here to break the rules. Even the faculty made use of the darkened shadows to alleviate their stress.
Liam took a hit and let the smoke sink into his lungs. He couldn't wait to get the fuck out of Sunnydale. Graduation was so close he could smell it.
Xander checked his watch and groaned in annoyance. "Dammit, I've got an appointment with Fred. She’s supposed to tutor me in Bio. Wanna bet by the time I get done that Bio won't be the only thing I'm tutored in?" He waggled his eyebrows seductively and flicked his tongue across his bottom lip. It was a crude gesture but that didn’t make it any less funny.
Liam chuckled. Xander Harris didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell with Fred Burkle. Just because the girl was a nerd didn't mean she didn't have standards. Besides, from what he heard, Fred was into a few unusual activities that would make the average high school boy squeamish. "Good luck with that, Harris."
He checked his own watch and smiled. He still had a few minutes before English started and he intended to finish off what was left in the small pipe. Before he could light up though, he heard a low groan and a few sucking sounds so he turned his head to what the deal was.
He was able to make out the outlines of two boys who were only a few feet away. One of the boys was on his knees and the other was pressed tight against the wall in the throes of pleasure. The man against the wall had an unmistakable shock of white hair. It was Spike and he was getting sucked off by some other guy in the alley. Liam felt jealousy and rage bubbling in his gut. That should be him sucking Spike off. Not some other dude.
"Holy hell, mate." Spike grunted, lazily thrusting his hips against the boy's face. "Where the fuck did you learn that? Lindsey, perhaps. That boy has a wicked technique. I mean, have you been on the receiving end of that slick, wicked tongue? I bet he’ll make a great lawyer. But seriously, man, it's like you have no gag reflex."
The other boy made a few muffled sounds around Spike's cock as Spike grabbed a few handfuls of the boy's spiked hair and spurted his liquid release onto the boy's waiting tongue.
Liam felt his dick twitch and strain against the fabric of his jeans. It was probably pointless to try readjusting. He was hard as hell and his erection wasn't going to leave until it got what it wanted. He knew that no shower in the world would be cold enough to make it go away. He considered whipping it out and jerking off but he wasn’t ready to call attention to his presence quite yet. He wanted to see what else would happen. He even kind of hoped their positions would change and he would get to see a double feature.
The other boy gulped loudly and rose to his feet. Liam was finally able to catch a glimpse of his face and his jaw dropped in surprise. It was Oz, the bass player in Spike's band. The same guy who was dating little miss goody-goody, Willow Rosenberg. Liam had always figured Willow was a prude, which would explain why her boyfriend was sucking dick in a back alley.
"Well, well, looks like we got some company, Oz." Spike grinned wolfishly, noticing Liam's presence for the first time. Oz noticeably flinched, probably worried that their voyeur was going to spill the beans to his girl. "Don't worry, mate. He won't tell if he knows what's good for him. Isn't that right, peaches?"
Spike stepped towards Liam and cupped his erection in a vise-like grip. Liam groaned loudly and thrust his hips in an attempt to create the friction he wanted so desperately. "You tell anyone about Oz and I'll make sure you only get action from Rosie Palm and her five friends." Liam cringed at the threat and wondered if that was something that Spike could actually pull off. There was something in Spike's tone that made him think Spike wasn't bluffing.
Liam nodded. It wasn’t like he planned on telling anyone anyways but now there was no question.
"How 'bout we seal the deal with a kiss, mate? And perhaps a toke after school?" Spike smiled seductively and unzipped his jeans. Liam suddenly realized that the kiss Spike wanted didn't involved their lips meeting in congress and for some reason, he was not surprised.
"I'll see you in class, Spike," Oz said, waving goodbye before disappearing through the side door of the building.
Liam pulled off his shirt and set it on the ground as padding. Then, he slowly dropped to his knees and slipped his lips around Spike's purple, swollen cock head. He had never done this before although he had certainly seen a lot of movies recently which gave him an idea of what had to happen.
Spike groaned softly as Liam wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and jacked him while Liam's tongue worked and swirled around the tip.
"You're such a pretty, little cock whore, mate. Eagerly lapping and sucking like a puppy. I'm thinking this should have happened a lot sooner."
Liam shifted his weight and used his free hand to unzip his jeans, freeing his painful erection.
Spike glanced down and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Damn, Liam. That's going to be a huge problem for you in English. Want me to take care of that for you?"
Liam froze and let Spike's cock slip from his mouth. He glanced around the alley and wrinkled his nose. There were cigarette butts everywhere. “What do you suggest? It’s kinda gross back here.”
Spike crouched down beside him and smirked, pulling off his leather duster and laying it flat on the solid concrete. “Lay on your back, peaches.”
Liam shifted his position and lay down on top of the soft leather. Spike crawled on top of him, placing his cock at Liam’s lips while his own mouth plunged down onto Liam’s throbbing dick.
Liam worked his mouth down the length of Spike’s member, groaning as Spike’s tongue made excellent use of its skills. Spike’s head bobbed enthusiastically as it pressured Liam into giving up the goods.
They both came with a roar as the final bell for English echoed through the alley. At this point, Liam didn’t care if he missed English. This was a helluva lot more educational.
“Fuck, you’ve got some raw talent, mate.” Spike rolled off of Liam and curled his arms behind his head. “Sure, you could use a few more lessons but I won’t hold it against you...unless you’re up for another round.” He grinned playfully and waggled his eyebrows.
Liam sighed heavily, slowly tracing his fingers along the other man’s calf. “You don’t have to leave this time. I mean, I want you to stay. I’m not afraid of this anymore. I’m pretty sure I still like pussy but I’m thinking you could convince me otherwise.”
The corners of Spike’s lips twitched into a half smile. “Not planning to leave, peaches.” He rotated his body and placed his head against Liam’s shoulder. He arched his neck slightly and their lips met in a gentle but searing kiss, faint traces of cum still on their tongues. “Up for a threesome with Mary Jane?”
Liam nodded and grabbed the one-hitter and some green out of the pocket of his discarded jeans. He knew that this was going to be the most satisfying high ever.
THE END
Author: snogged
Parings: Spike/Liam, Spike/Oz, implied Spike/Lindsey
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing. Title comes from a "Brewers and Shipley" song.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; male/male, language, marijuana use, blowjobs, voyeurism, 69
Summary: Human AU. They are 18 years old and seniors in high school.
Feedback: is always appreciated
A/N: This is a sequel to my story "Illegal Drug" . It is set one week after the events in that story. I want to dedicate this to all the folks who thought the first one needed a sequel.
Beta: Many thanks to
dragonydreams for checking the story over. Any additional mistakes are mine.Liam shifted in his seat as the biology teacher droned on about splitting cells or some other stupid shit. He wasn't going to grow up to be a biologist so why should he give a damn? Instead, his mind was filled with nasty thoughts about the boy sitting in front of him; the one with the slick, platinum blond hair who had turned his whole world on its axis a mere week ago.
That one fucking amazing blowjob had consumed his thoughts for the last seven days. Every time he lit a bowl, every time he sat on the couch in the basement, he'd envision Spike on his knees sucking him off with wanton need. It got to the point where he was seeking out shitty, streaming video of gay men in order to jack himself off.
Every time he saw Spike in the hallway or in the classroom, he couldn't bring himself to say anything or do anything. He felt too nervous to bring it up and figured Spike would laugh at him. There had been a few times where he had wanted to pull Spike into the janitor's closet and get the sucking of a lifetime but Spike was always distracted by someone else. If it wasn't some bimbo slut trying to mack on him, it was Lindsey or Oz talking to him about band practice. They played decent shit, though, so Liam couldn’t complain. Lindsey was the lead vocalist, Oz played bass guitar, and Spike was hell on the skins. They won Battle of the Bands almost every year since they had started their group and the only reason they lost the one time was because of a damn fluke in the judging.
"Liam," Xander hissed, interrupting his thoughts. "Up for a tasty treat after class? I got a hold of some quality stuff. It’s that creeper shit that fucks you up nice and slow-like."
Liam shrugged and nodded. He could never turn down a few hits on a joint. It certainly made sitting through English a lot more interesting.
The bell rang and the two boys slipped into the alley behind the school. Xander had one of those one-hitters that looked like a cigarette so it masked the illegality of their behavior a little bit. Technically, smoking on school grounds was illegal too but that didn't stop a number of people from coming back here to break the rules. Even the faculty made use of the darkened shadows to alleviate their stress.
Liam took a hit and let the smoke sink into his lungs. He couldn't wait to get the fuck out of Sunnydale. Graduation was so close he could smell it.
Xander checked his watch and groaned in annoyance. "Dammit, I've got an appointment with Fred. She’s supposed to tutor me in Bio. Wanna bet by the time I get done that Bio won't be the only thing I'm tutored in?" He waggled his eyebrows seductively and flicked his tongue across his bottom lip. It was a crude gesture but that didn’t make it any less funny.
Liam chuckled. Xander Harris didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell with Fred Burkle. Just because the girl was a nerd didn't mean she didn't have standards. Besides, from what he heard, Fred was into a few unusual activities that would make the average high school boy squeamish. "Good luck with that, Harris."
He checked his own watch and smiled. He still had a few minutes before English started and he intended to finish off what was left in the small pipe. Before he could light up though, he heard a low groan and a few sucking sounds so he turned his head to what the deal was.
He was able to make out the outlines of two boys who were only a few feet away. One of the boys was on his knees and the other was pressed tight against the wall in the throes of pleasure. The man against the wall had an unmistakable shock of white hair. It was Spike and he was getting sucked off by some other guy in the alley. Liam felt jealousy and rage bubbling in his gut. That should be him sucking Spike off. Not some other dude.
"Holy hell, mate." Spike grunted, lazily thrusting his hips against the boy's face. "Where the fuck did you learn that? Lindsey, perhaps. That boy has a wicked technique. I mean, have you been on the receiving end of that slick, wicked tongue? I bet he’ll make a great lawyer. But seriously, man, it's like you have no gag reflex."
The other boy made a few muffled sounds around Spike's cock as Spike grabbed a few handfuls of the boy's spiked hair and spurted his liquid release onto the boy's waiting tongue.
Liam felt his dick twitch and strain against the fabric of his jeans. It was probably pointless to try readjusting. He was hard as hell and his erection wasn't going to leave until it got what it wanted. He knew that no shower in the world would be cold enough to make it go away. He considered whipping it out and jerking off but he wasn’t ready to call attention to his presence quite yet. He wanted to see what else would happen. He even kind of hoped their positions would change and he would get to see a double feature.
The other boy gulped loudly and rose to his feet. Liam was finally able to catch a glimpse of his face and his jaw dropped in surprise. It was Oz, the bass player in Spike's band. The same guy who was dating little miss goody-goody, Willow Rosenberg. Liam had always figured Willow was a prude, which would explain why her boyfriend was sucking dick in a back alley.
"Well, well, looks like we got some company, Oz." Spike grinned wolfishly, noticing Liam's presence for the first time. Oz noticeably flinched, probably worried that their voyeur was going to spill the beans to his girl. "Don't worry, mate. He won't tell if he knows what's good for him. Isn't that right, peaches?"
Spike stepped towards Liam and cupped his erection in a vise-like grip. Liam groaned loudly and thrust his hips in an attempt to create the friction he wanted so desperately. "You tell anyone about Oz and I'll make sure you only get action from Rosie Palm and her five friends." Liam cringed at the threat and wondered if that was something that Spike could actually pull off. There was something in Spike's tone that made him think Spike wasn't bluffing.
Liam nodded. It wasn’t like he planned on telling anyone anyways but now there was no question.
"How 'bout we seal the deal with a kiss, mate? And perhaps a toke after school?" Spike smiled seductively and unzipped his jeans. Liam suddenly realized that the kiss Spike wanted didn't involved their lips meeting in congress and for some reason, he was not surprised.
"I'll see you in class, Spike," Oz said, waving goodbye before disappearing through the side door of the building.
Liam pulled off his shirt and set it on the ground as padding. Then, he slowly dropped to his knees and slipped his lips around Spike's purple, swollen cock head. He had never done this before although he had certainly seen a lot of movies recently which gave him an idea of what had to happen.
Spike groaned softly as Liam wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and jacked him while Liam's tongue worked and swirled around the tip.
"You're such a pretty, little cock whore, mate. Eagerly lapping and sucking like a puppy. I'm thinking this should have happened a lot sooner."
Liam shifted his weight and used his free hand to unzip his jeans, freeing his painful erection.
Spike glanced down and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Damn, Liam. That's going to be a huge problem for you in English. Want me to take care of that for you?"
Liam froze and let Spike's cock slip from his mouth. He glanced around the alley and wrinkled his nose. There were cigarette butts everywhere. “What do you suggest? It’s kinda gross back here.”
Spike crouched down beside him and smirked, pulling off his leather duster and laying it flat on the solid concrete. “Lay on your back, peaches.”
Liam shifted his position and lay down on top of the soft leather. Spike crawled on top of him, placing his cock at Liam’s lips while his own mouth plunged down onto Liam’s throbbing dick.
Liam worked his mouth down the length of Spike’s member, groaning as Spike’s tongue made excellent use of its skills. Spike’s head bobbed enthusiastically as it pressured Liam into giving up the goods.
They both came with a roar as the final bell for English echoed through the alley. At this point, Liam didn’t care if he missed English. This was a helluva lot more educational.
“Fuck, you’ve got some raw talent, mate.” Spike rolled off of Liam and curled his arms behind his head. “Sure, you could use a few more lessons but I won’t hold it against you...unless you’re up for another round.” He grinned playfully and waggled his eyebrows.
Liam sighed heavily, slowly tracing his fingers along the other man’s calf. “You don’t have to leave this time. I mean, I want you to stay. I’m not afraid of this anymore. I’m pretty sure I still like pussy but I’m thinking you could convince me otherwise.”
The corners of Spike’s lips twitched into a half smile. “Not planning to leave, peaches.” He rotated his body and placed his head against Liam’s shoulder. He arched his neck slightly and their lips met in a gentle but searing kiss, faint traces of cum still on their tongues. “Up for a threesome with Mary Jane?”
Liam nodded and grabbed the one-hitter and some green out of the pocket of his discarded jeans. He knew that this was going to be the most satisfying high ever.
THE END
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on 2008-02-20 11:38 pm (UTC)What a naughty bunch of boys they are... Maybe they should all get together...? ;-)
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on 2008-02-20 11:56 pm (UTC)Orgies are fun.
You suggesting I write a sequel to the sequel, hun?
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on 2008-02-21 12:00 am (UTC)*whistles innocently*
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on 2008-02-21 12:01 am (UTC)Maybe Liam joins the boys at band practice...
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on 2008-02-21 02:25 am (UTC)(that's me, cheering on the sequel idea...in case that wasn't abundantly clear...and especially the orgy idea(
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on 2008-02-21 02:24 am (UTC)Excellent. :D
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on 2008-02-21 02:42 am (UTC)thanks
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on 2008-02-22 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-15 01:44 am (UTC)