Sunday Morning Pyjamas and Porn
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: AtS
 
Characters: Spike/Angel
 
Genre: comedy crack slash porn
 
Rating/Warnings: above genre description really says it all.  NC17 for m/m sex and lots of dirty talk.
 
Summary: sequel to Toes.  I was writing something else for the tamingthemuse prompt conclave I really was, but a conversation with the delectable shanmara gave me the title of this story and it just wouldn’t go away my muse is a pervert.
Continued from here http://lilithbint.livejournal.com/77513.html#cutid1
 
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Spike stretched out in Angel’s big bed enjoying the feel of the poufy silk pyjamas Angel had bought him.  He didn’t normally care whether he was naked or not and Angel never used to either.  However Eve’s tendency to pop in whenever she felt like it and get an eyeful had got both vampires all growly possessive so now they both wore the silk pyjamas.
 
Besides the silk felt great on the skin and was strong enough to handle a bit of rough and tumble when Spike was in the mood.  The kind of mood he was in right at that moment.
 
Things had been very different since Angel had tied him to the bed and painted his toenails.  He was getting a lot more sex that was for sure.  Angel had refused to let him leave the bedroom for two days which had been fine by him.  They had spent the time exploring each other getting acquainted with flesh normally only felt under fists.
 
They had ignored the increasing number of phone calls and knocks at the door until Wesley and Gunn had burst in during their two hour mutual blowjob marathon.  Spike considered himself the winner of that as Angel had stopped sucking long enough to promise to call when he was finished.  Spike took advantage of Angel’s distraction to start humming around the shaft in his mouth.
 
Wesley and Gunn had retreated fast enough at Angel’s moan.  Not that Angel noticed since his mouth was wrapped around Spike’s shaft again attempting to catch up.
 
After the two days Angel had gone all coy and flustered about what was happening so Spike had left him alone figuring it had been a brilliant two days of future masturbation fantasies.
 
Spike had turned up as normal to the weekly staff meeting acting as if nothing had happened and Angel had barely been able to look at him.  Spike had been just a little more than his usual snarky self and had enjoyed everyone’s discomfort.
 
Angel had called him back after the meeting and had attempted to explain why it was not a good idea for anything to be happening between them.  Spike had agreed too easily for Angel’s liking and the resulting fight crashed them through the window in Angel’s office through the foyer and into an open lift.  When the lift opened to the foyer again it was empty.  This time they didn’t come down again for three days.  It would have been two but Spike had used spelled restraints and hadn’t been prepared to let Angel out until they actually talked.
 
Once the talking was over they both agreed that emotional stuff was never to be brought up again and Spike simply moved into Angel’s penthouse.
 
Since it was Sunday Angel had gone into the bathroom for a long soak in the tub and Spike had taken advantage of his absence to enjoy the wireless internet access on the laptop Angel had left lying around.
 
There was a lot of porn on the internet Spike had discovered.  Stuff that disgusted even him but a lot of stuff he found more to his taste.  So now he had a raging hard on that he didn’t want to waste on the pretty boys on the screen.
 
Fortunately at that moment Angel walked out of the bathroom in just a towel and the sheen of bath oils.
 
“What are you doing?” Angel asked at Spike’s appreciative growl letting the towel slip a little under Spike’s gaze.
 
“Watching porn,” Spike replied rubbing his erection against the silk of his pyjamas.
 
Angel climbed onto the bed beside Spike and peered at the screen.  “What sort of porn would there be at a Bishops conclave?” he asked, “Oh… that sort…” he looked at Spike in shock and quite a bit of arousal.
 
“Know how much you like your church kink, figured you’d enjoy seeing the way they elect the new pope in this movie.”
 
“What are they doing with that shepherd’s crock? Oh… okay… I wonder where they got the robes from…”
 
“Look at the size of him.  He’ll split that priest in two.”
 
“I’ve never seen a priest that looked like that anyway.”
 
“Or could bend like that.”
 
“Spike what are you doing?”
 
“You smell good all covered in oil fresh out of the bath.  Bloody edible you are.”
 
“Oh… fuck… that’s good, that’s so good.  Do that again… shit… why did you stop?”
 
“Want to ride that big cock of yours Father Liam.”
 
“Oh god…”
 
“Liked that did you?  Yeah you did.  Fuck…”
 
“Spread yourself for me Spike.  Yeah just like that…”
 
“Turn the computer around Angel, I want to watch while you fuck me.”
 
“Don’t be stupid Spike… wow how is he doing that?”
 
“You mean this?”
 
“Fuck yeah that and that.”
 
“Bloody hell that feels good.  Harder Angel, do it harder.”
 
“You want harder I’ll give you harder.”
 
“Fuck… fuck… fuck look out for the computer.”
 
“What? Oh hell…”
 
“Did you have to dump me off the bed to save the computer?”
 
“I only just got it and it was expensive.”
 
“Bloody ponce.”
 
“Sorry.”
 
“Yeah well you can make it up to me then.”
 
“How?”
 
“How do you think?  Damn Angel, that’s right just like that.”
 
“Love it when you writhe for me.”
 
“Bastard… love it when you do that… love…”
 
“Love what?”
 
“You, you prat.”
 
“You do?”
 
“Course I do so stop grinning like a loon.”
 
“You never told me, I mean I thought I hoped but…”
 
“Shut up.”
 
“What’s wrong?  What did I do?  You know I love you too.”
 
“How would I bloody know that?  Oh… yeah…”
 
“Would I do that to anyone if I didn’t love them?”
 
“Fair enough.  Do it again.  God yes…”
 
“That’s my boy.  Always so eloquent.”
 
“Shut up and fuck me.”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
“Mmmm… say it again…”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
“No, the other thing.”
 
“I love you?”
 
“Yeah that.”