TITLE: Teacher-Student Relations
AUTHOR: Jess (aka SpikedAngel)
PAIRING: Angel/Spike
CHAPTER: 9
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Spike is a student, Angel is a teacher... forbidden relationships anyone?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Joss but let me play with my boys.
WEBSITE: Yay me I'm out of hospital! Yes ok, this chapter might be slightly longer than the others… but Mana assured me nobody would mind. I want to thank Mana (blame her for the fact that I'm still writing), AmethystXx (stop poking me with that stick dammit), Jenn (hope I shocked you again with an unexpected update), Andrea and Lili. Fuck ff.n won't stop with the underlining and they take out all my breaks so the story makes no sense.Immense apologies if I'm spamming someone's email ac but its kinda hardto read it otherwise.
Goodnight, Goodnight
Spike had managed to find himself safely nestled inside Angel's arms whilst they were both in that silent after-sex stage. He didn't know really why it was that people were quiet after sex but guessed that if they just reverted back to normal conversation it would be even more awkward, so they were silent. Truth be told he felt kind of snug lying with his back pressed against Angel's chest and Angel's strong arms looped under his own, holding him close. It made him feel protected and wanted and he really didn't want to move.
Spike could feel his eyes slowly shutting and he tilted his head back so it was resting with his check pressed against Angel's chest. He couldn't help but smile when Angel pressed a kiss against the top of his head. It felt weird having this kind of intimacy after sex. He had been with other people before but he had never had a serious relationship. Nobody to call his boyfriend, nobody to belong to… nothing. He felt so weird attaching the title of boyfriend to Angel but then it also felt right, it made his heart flutter every time he thought of it.
"You're getting tired," Angel noted softly.
"You wore me out," Spike replied.
Angel suddenly felt guilty. It was a school night and Spike was in his final year, he must have heaps of work to do and here he was stark naked in the back of his teachers car. All the sudden the situation they were in hit him and Angel chuckled softly.
"Watchya laughing at, Pet?"
"Us. We're lying here naked in the back of a car outside a club."
"Oh," Spike said smiling then pausing, "about that… Have you noticed that every time we… its cos we get so caught up?" He hesitated again realising he hadn't made much sense. "What I mean is-"
Angel decided to save him having to explain it, "I know what you mean. It's always so fast, so much need, so much passion. I promise you sometime we will take things slow." He leaned down and kissed Spike's cheek, rubbing one of his hands against where it had been resting on Spike's thigh.
Spike loved how sweet Angel was and was grateful he hadn't made him spell it out.
"How would you feel about coming over to my place for dinner one night?" Angel asked, unsure how it would be received.
Spike felt his heart skip another beat; he had never been on that kind of date before, usually it was just meeting up at random clubs. God, Angel just kept doing stuff like that. He felt like he must have an irregular heartbeat the way his heart had been going lately.
"If you don't want to its ok, we can do something else." Angel said quickly, figuring Spike didn't want to, "I just thought-"
"I want to, it sounds really nice." Spike said, instantly cringing at the 'n' word. He always made himself sound like such a ponce when he was with Angel.
"But you paused," Angel pointed out.
"Yeah its just all these new experiences, I never had someone to go have dinner with." It occurred to Spike that Angel was probably just having him over for dinner because they couldn't risk going out in public together but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. He had to accept that theirs would be a difficult relationship to maintain but it would be worth it, there was no way Spike would ever give Angel up.
"Oh," Angel didn't know what to say. He felt a bit sorry for Spike, he always seemed so lonely. Angel knew what high school was like, he'd been there done that and now he worked in one. He saw that feeling of isolation on people's faces everyday. He just hoped that somehow he could make Spike know that he cared about him.
"Don't do it," Spike warned.
"Do what?" Angel asked, confused.
"You get all thoughtful and you tense up. I can feel it." Spike replied.
"No I don't," Angel said defensively.
"Yeah you do."
"I don't."
"Do." Spike replied before bursting out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Angel asked. "Oh and I don't."
"We're not only in the back of your car naked outside a gay bar but we're also now arguing like two year olds. And yeah, you do."
Angel heard some voices and realised some people must have left the club. He heard those voices getting closer and closer, "they're heading our way."
"And?"
"Well we're naked."
"And?"
"It could be some complete pervert who wants to look at you naked."
"Or you?"
"But probably you."
"They don't look like perverts. Wait that's Buffy Summers," Spike said, squinting to see her standing far away.
"Buffy Summers?" Angel asked.
"A student at our school. And that's Xander Harris with her, another student."
"Shit," Angel said and started fumbling around for his clothes. "What's a girl doing in this kind of place? And isn't Xander one of the guys who joined in the 'Hamlet and Horatio are fags' thing during class?"
"With Buffy, who the fuck knows," Spike said somewhat bitterly whilst he shrugged his jeans back on. It was difficult getting his clothes back on in such a confined space, particularly since his activities with Angel had made him somewhat sweaty…
"Get down," Spike hissed to Angel, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to the floor of the backseat.
"They probably can't even see us," Angel commented as he heard the voices pass.
"True, but its still kinda risky."
"You're cute when you're worried about something," Angel said moving slightly to get a bit more comfortable.
"You're cute all the time," Spike said, planting a kiss on Angel's lips.
Angel kissed him back and then pulled back a little, "Ok this is somewhat uncomfortable, I think they're gone…"
"Yeah, it's kinda warm in here," Spike said smiling as he followed Angel out of the car.
"So we're on for tomorrow?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, for sure."
"Good."
"No wait, I can't." Spike said, sounding disappointed. "I have to do a chemistry write up, its due the next day and I need to do well in it." Spike paused for a moment, "Actually screw it, yeah we're on."
"No its ok, how about the next night?"
"Its ours," Spike said.
"I guess I should let you get home, it is a school night…" Angel said.
"Don't forget, you're in school too," Spike said, "and what do I care if it's a school night?"
"Come home with me then?" Angel asked.
Spike paused, feeling about a thousand thoughts run through his head. "I can't," he lied, "I have to go pick up Wes, I promised him."
"Oh," Angel said, disappointed. "That's ok, maybe later or something…"
"I want to, but I told him I would," Spike said and kissed him. "Speaking of him, what is the time?"
"Its about 10," Angel said glancing at his watch.
"I gotta get him at 11…"
"I'm guessing you have to go now then," Angel replied.
"Yeah," Spike replied, "one last kiss?" he asked.
"Only one?" Angel replied, wrapping his arms around Spike's waist and pulling him in for a kiss. Spike responded by letting his hands curl in the back of Angel's hair and letting his tongue slide into Angel's mouth. Angel moaned, letting Spike feel the faint vibrations running through his tongue.
Spike pulled apart a few moments later, "ok if that keeps going I don't know if either of us would be leaving anytime tonight."
Angel smiled, "here, I'll walk you to your car."
Spike grinned back at him, "thanks," he said and started walking across the carpark with him.
"Is everything okay?" Angel asked, looking across at him.
"Yeah, it's fine, why?" Spike replied, letting his hand 'fall' into Angel's back pocket and gently squeezed his ass.
"Nothing, just wondering…" Angel said, letting Spike's hands grope him through his pants.
"Damn that was a short walk, better give me another kiss, Pet." Spike demanded as they reached his car.
Angel wasn't about to deny him and gave him a long kiss, slipping his hands into the small gap at Spike's jeans, feeling Spike's flesh against his hands.
Angel broke the kiss for a moment, "that's how it's done."
Spike flashed him another grin, "I better go get Wes."
"Ok, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Tomorrow," Spike replied and gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting into his car and driving away. After Spike had pulled away from the car park he let out a deep breath, he didn't know what was happening. Things between him and Angel had been going fine; it had been more serious than any of his past relationships, if you could even call them relationships. But now things were getting complicated, he had never stayed the night at another guy's place before, well he had but never a boyfriends place and for some reason that had just scared him. He hadn't wanted to lie to Angel but he didn't know what to do, if he stayed the night it would mean that he was in a real relationship with Angel and that would mean that things could go bad, but if he didn't then they would stay as they are now. He sighed and decided to just forget about it for the night, turning the volume on his CD player up.
"You're home early," Wes commented as Spike walked inside.
Spike plopped on the couch next to him, "yeah, what of it?"
"I take you didn't get any action, so to speak," Wes said.
Spike couldn't help but smile when he thought of Angel.
Wes caught the look on Spike's face and sat up, suddenly a lot more interested in Spike's night. "Oh my, he was there again wasn't he?" Wes asked, sitting up and leaning forward.
"What do you mean? Who are you talking about?" Spike asked.
"The same guy, what did you say his name was? Angel - he was there wasn't he?"
"Maybe," Spike said, knowing that his stepbrother already knew that he had seen Angel that night.
"Don't bother denying it, last time you had that look on your face was the night you had met him."
"Ok, he was there," Spike admitted.
"And you and him… Spike, you said he wasn't the type to call, I don't know if that's the kinda guy you should really be… involved with."
"It's not that," Spike hesitated, trying to work out how to explain it without telling Wes too much.
"Then what is it?" Wes asked, looking slightly confused.
"He's a really nice guy, he's sweet and caring and everything… it's just he wants me to stay the night…"
"Stay the night as in?"
"Well we've already…" Spike trailed off not knowing how to put it to his brother. "He just wants me to stay until the morning."
"Ohhh," Wesley said, realisation dawning, "and that's a bad thing because," he paused for a moment, "because… Spike why is that bad?"
"Because I really like him," Spike explained.
"I'm still not understanding it."
"Well I really like him, if I stay the night then it means that what he and I have is real."
"And it will mean things will change, if things change then they can go bad," Wes finished for him. "Spike you have to give things a chance, yes - they could go really bad but they could also go really good." Wes paused again, "That sentence had possibly the worst grammar in it-"
"I know," Spike cut him off, "I mean about how things could work out not your bad grammar. I want to, it's just hard. Besides I can't exactly go over there now, I've already said no and what's worse I lied to him."
"Then now is probably the best time to go over there," Wes pointed out.
Spike took a deep breath.
"You know, you're right. I should just go over there right now and explain things to him."
"He'll understand."
"Yep," Spike said, psyching himself up. "You'll cover for me, won't you?"
"They won't even know you went out," Wes promised.
"Should I take some clothes and stuff, or is that too presumptuous?" Spike asked. He wasn't used to not knowing what to do; usually it was him giving Wes advice, he was normally the calm and collected one, but that had been different, that was before Angel. "Maybe I'll take some stuff and leave it in my car…"
"Sounds like a good idea."
Spike went to go up to his room to get some clothes. He turned around, halfway up the stairs, "Hey Wes?"
"Yes?" Wes turned to face him again.
"Thanks," Spike said, smiling. When his father had told him that he was dating someone new and that she had a son Spike had worried about how he would get along with him, now he and Spike were just as close as thought they had lived together their whole lives, it helped to have someone around when their parents were always away.
"Glad I could help," Wes said, returning his grin. "Oh and Spike, I still want to meet this guy."
"Maybe later," Spike said, continuing up to his room. He wished Wes and Angel could meet, but he knew it just couldn't happen.
About half an hour later Angel was standing in his bathroom wearing only a pair of boxers and brushing his teeth. He thought he heard a noise outside and paused; a second later it was gone. He continued brushing and spat out the toothpaste into the sink. He heard another noise and quickly washed out his mouth and went outside to see what he was making the noise. He opened the door and saw Spike standing on his doorstep.
"Spike?" he said a little confused.
"I have to talk to you," Spike blurted out.
"Come in, sit down," Angel said, still looking confused.
Spike sat down and looked Angel directly in the eye, "I lied to you."
Angel felt his heart stop for a second, "what about?" he asked cautiously.
"I didn't have to pick up Wes." Spike saw that Angel was about to say something, "I need to just get this all out. I was worried, I thought that if I stayed the night then it would be real, and if it was real then it would mean that there was a chance that you wouldn't want me and that things wouldn't work out between us, so I made that up about having to pick up Wes." Spike finished with blurry eyes, he knew that Angel had every right to be angry with him, but he hoped he would understand.
"Oh god Spike, you gave me such a fright when you said you lied," Angel said, letting out the breath he had been holding. "I have fears too, I worry all the time about you meeting someone else, I worry about you thinking I'm old and boring and I worry about you not wanting me. We have to just take a chance that things will work out, ours is a bit of a different kind of relationship too so it's harder but if its worth it, and I think it is, we will make it."
Spike smiled, "you're a sap, Angel."
"Yep, now let's try again. Wanna go to bed?" Angel asked, standing up and offering Spike his hand.
"Definitely," Spike replied, taking Angel's hand and following him into the bedroom.
Once they got inside the bedroom Spike noticed that Angel had cleaned up a lot.
Spike thought back to his clothes in his car outside and realised that even with those clothes he hadn't packed any pajamas. "Errr… I don't have anything to sleep in."
Angel went over to a drawer and got out another pair of boxer shorts and passed them to him, "they'll be a little big, but I think they'll do."
"Thanks," Spike said and started getting changed as he watched Angel climb in under the covers.
"Come here," Angel said lifting up one of his arms and making an opening under the covers for him.
Spike smiled at him and lay down next to him, unsure of what he should be doing.
Angel sensed Spike's uneasiness and wrapped an arm around his waist, cuddling the boy into him. "Is this ok?" he asked.
"More than ok," Spike said, loosening up a little bit and letting his head tilt in towards Angel.
Angel kissed his temple and watched him slowly drift off to sleep, realising that tonight he had seen a completely different side of Spike, a less confident side, and that he possibly liked him even more because of it. He followed Spike into sleep with a smile, pulling him closer again.
A/N: BTW the title is a song by a band called Hot, Hot Heat which I just happened to have been listening to while I was finishing this chapter up. C'mon go review… you know you want to.