Title: Out Loud
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
"Oh, yeah, Spike, yeah! Like that! Harder... faster... just... yesssssss!"
Xander's orgasm removed any and all control he had over his brain and mouth and they immediately took advantage of the freedom, even as he slipped into a post-coital daze.
"Love that. What you do to me. Love it. Love... you. LoveyousomuchSpikeso..."
Spike was still frozen in place, arms braced on either side of Xander's head and slowly softening cock still buried deep within sleep-relaxed muscles, when Xander's eyes fluttered open a little while later.
"Spike? You okay? You look kinda freaked."
"You... You said..."
"I... Oh. I did, didn't I? Do, even. I mean... I do. Love you. Didn't mean to say it. Not now. Not yet. Didn't know how... or even if... But, yeah, I do. Love you." Deep breath. "I love you, Spike."
Worried by the continued silence, Xander moved, one hand reaching up to brush a thumb over laxly parted lips and then further, combing through tousled white-blond curls.
"You... You said..."
"Yeah, I did. So...?"
"You... love me?"
"Yes, Spike. Xander Harris loves William the Bloody. And now he's wondering how Mr the Bloody feels about him...?"
"Still here, aint I? Soppy git."
"Um... Guys, there's something I... We... Um... Yeah, okay. Deep breath, and just... out with it. No stalling. No beating about the bush. Enough of the pre- whatever... varication! Prevarication. That thing I'm not doing because...because that would be silly. And irritating. And I so don't want to..."
"Spike! I thought you were in the car."
"I was. For twenty minutes. Decided I'd better come and see if you'd gotten lost or something."
"No! No, I'm just... uh..."
"Trying to figure out how to tell them you're shagging the undead?"
"No! Just... Yeah."
"Kiss me. They'll figure it out."
"Oh, Goddess, Xander, what are you doing?"
"Willow, is this another one of your spells? Should I stake Spike?"
Tara smiles, content to watch the Scoobies watching Xander as he makes a valiant attempt at removing Spike's tonsils with his tongue. Hands wander, pet and grasp, and words are lost. The room falls silent except for muffled groans and heartfelt whimpers. None of the impromptu audience makes a sound.
Eventually Xander has to breath so Spike pulls back, and glances round the room in gleeful delight.
"He's mine. I'm his. We've been shagging now for weeks. Any questions?"