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Dirty Talk

I was going to spread out my posts, but as I don't feel too well, this is the final one for today. Going back to my sick bed!





Title Dirty Talk
Author woman_of_
Word count 838
Paring Giles/Spike
Rating NC 17
Kinks Phone Sex.
Dedication For dark_amia, sorry, but not quite what you asked for. Does have kinks in it! Special thanks to hotspur18 who did the beta work, wow you really made it work, polished a rough diamond into this. A massive thanks to edgehead73 for the wonderful story banner.
Disclaimer All belonging to Joss. Just have a little play with the characters.
Warnings M/M Relationship
Settings Set Post NFA, but no mention of the comics.
Summary Spike makes a phone call, cos everyone needs to relax sometimes.


Spike woke slowly. He stirred, and looked at the clock, it was 4pm, just the right time. He smiled as he lifted the clear plastic, see through phone. This was his usual routine on a Sunday afternoon, the phone call that really made his day.

Since the events in the alley, he had been fighting the straggling demons and assorted baddies, sometimes with the rest of the gang, but mostly on his own. He didn't mind that, but even a vampire needs to make a connection with someone at times. Find a way to unwind.

Spike dialled the number blind, smirking as he realised he knew it off by heart now. At first, he had begun the calls in order to torment the man, to let him know what his decision not to help them had cost; but now it was because they had both slipped, somehow, into a mutually beneficial arrangement. Not friendship, neither of them would let themselves think about whether they could even stand each other, but a long way from recrimination, too.

The phone was answered within two rings, as it always was. Spike smirked, just as he always did at that, couldn't help it. Of course the other man wouldn't want the rest of the household to know who was phoning, what he was up to. That English reserve and prudish nature would never go away. Well, not on the surface, anyway…

"Hello Rupert, waiting for me?" Spike purred into the phone.

"Hmph, your usual time, midnight. So Spike, the usual set up?" Giles replied, the words carrying an annoyed tone.

Spike let out a laugh. Giles always seemed to feel like he had to start out sounding like he didn't enjoy this, but Spike knew better. A lot better.

"So, Rupes, tense after another hard week training young slayers? You know I'll be able to relax those tired muscles and chase the blues away for another week for you, don't you?" Spike lay back, one hand reaching towards his chest, playing with a nipple.

"Bloody hell, Spike, just get on with it," Giles demanded.

"You romantic, you." Spike thought Giles could probably see the eye roll, and didn't much care. It was all part of it, really. "Do you have your stuffy pyjamas on? Let me guess blue, well why don't you take of the top, touch your nipples for me, make them into hardened nubs under your fingers," Spike's voice demanded with a sultry tone.

*

Thousands of miles away, and yet with the voice on the phone the closest thing he got now to any sort of satisfactory contact, Giles moved to obey. He took off his top, working his hands on his nipples until they were indeed hard to the touch.

"Now Rupes, give them a pinch, let them ache for my touch. Let yourself feel me there, nipping and stroking you," Spike continued to work himself up in time to his words, his own body reacting to the thoughts of the other man getting aroused at his voice, his instructions.

"Take off your pyjama bottoms, let me see you laid out for me, wanting me, ready for me," Spike prompted.

Giles did as Spike said, his cock springing free, and hard, he lay back on the bed, his own hand reaching down to touch himself as he closed his eyes, imagining it was another hand ready to work its magic on his straining length.

Spike took his own erection in his hand, and started to pump himself, knowing that Giles would be able to tell from the slight change in his voice what he was doing.

"That's it, Rupes me old man, work that piece of meat. Feel the skin slide up and down. Feel my hands on you, working you up, bringing you close," Spike languidly worked his own cock in time to his words.

Giles let out a moan into the receiver. Spike could hear the other man thrusting into his own hand over the miles that separated them, hear his breath speeding up, his heart rate quickening. They both worked themselves harder, into a now-familiar routine that had them reaching the brink.

"God, Rupert, that feels so good, 'm so close," Spike whispered into the phone, rewarded by the other man's growls of satisfaction.

"Now Rupes, come for me now," Spike felt himself reaching climax, and wanted to bring Giles over the edge with him.

Giles felt himself reach orgasm just as Spike demanded he should, he fell back on the bed with a thump. Spike heard the satisfied moan, and the sound of the body falling onto the bed, and grinned, taking a few seconds to make sure his voice was back in control before he spoke again.

"Well, Rupert, same time next week," Spike let himself leer at the thought of what the other man must feel, reacting to a vampire's seduction. It always gave him a warm glow, as he replaced the phone.

Maybe this wasn't so far from recrimination after all…
Tags: fic, giles/spike
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