Fun in the Sun

by SpikesKat

Chapter 2

Angel had fun at the gallery… for all of about ten minutes. He appreciated art in all its forms and thought he would have enjoyed himself at tonight’s exclusive affair.  

But he wasn’t. 

Truth was, he missed Spike. Missed the mischievous smile on his face before he said something outlandish. Something sure to get Angel’s temper up, or call him on his, as Spike would say, “Stick up the arse” ways.  

The show tonight would have been right up Spike’s alley. There had been any number of opportunities for his childe to open his mouth that would have had Angel secretly laughing while outwardly ready to throttle him. 

Angel was just about ready to turn and leave, to go home and make Spike regret not joining him and thus ruining his plans, when he was interrupted for the third time by the owner of the gallery. 

“Mr. Angel?” 

“What?” he snapped, turning to confront the mousy-looking little man. He was sure his eyes were glowing yellow. 

“I… uh, that is… here!”  

He thrust a gold embossed envelope at Angel and fled.  

Angel was going to toss it aside and leave, but something made him hold back, made him open the envelope and read the invitation to a “special special” display. Frowning, he started after the owner and quickly caught up to him. 

“What is this?” Angel demanded, grabbing the arm of the human and pulling him around the corner away from the other patrons. 

The man stuttered over himself trying to explain, but Angel’s patience was at an end. True, it wasn’t the man’s fault he was in a foul mood – he placed that firmly at Spike’s feet – but all the cloak and dagger stuff he was being made to endure was about to drive him up the wall.  

All he’d wanted was to bring Spike to the gallery, look at the art, rebuff Spike’s snarky comments then go home and screw him into the mattress. Simple really.   

He should have known, though, that nothing was ever simple when it came to Spike.

“Oi! Peaches! Would you get your bloody arse down here?” Spike yelled. 

“Spike?” 

Angel shoved the man away and looked down the hall, as if Spike would suddenly appear. When he didn’t, Angel turned back to the man and saw him gesturing with his hand at the end of the hallway, at the thick, red velvet curtain. 

“Please. This way, Mr. Angel.” 

Angel sighed and nodded and followed along. The man didn’t say anything when they stopped, just pointed and left, and Angel shoved the curtains aside and opened the door. 

The room was pitch black, especially when Angel closed the door behind him. Not knowing what to expect, only that Spike was somehow involved, he nearly went blind when the room was suddenly flooded with light.  

He squinted, trying to see. “Spike?” Then, “Spike!” when his eyes finally adjusted and he caught sight of the vampire lounging on the far side of the room. 

“’bout bloody time,” Spike grumbled and fidgeted on the sand. “Sand itches.” 

Angel imagined it probably did, seeing as how Spike was sprawled naked on top of it. Sunglasses hid his eyes.  

“What are you doing?” 

“What’s it bloody look like? I’m posing.” 

Angel’s jaw dropped as Spike did just that. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Spike’s cock that lay heavy and hard against his pale thigh.  

He tried to speak, but nothing came out, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “What…? I mean, uh… okay. Um? Why?”  

He waved vaguely at the makeshift scene: plentiful sand, beach paraphernalia, a sun and sky painted on a backdrop and accented with bright lights. Really bright lights. It was a wonder Spike’s skin wasn’t turning red. 

“Because I’m part of this vernissage.” 

“What?!” 

“But, just for you,” Spike added when it looked like Angel was going to explode. “You got the special invite, yeah?” 

Angel held up invite the gallery owner had given him. 

“Well alright then. Now would you take your clothes off already?” Spike complained. 

“What? No! Are you crazy? Get dressed! We’re leaving.” 

“No.” 

“What do you mean ‘no’? Spike, someone could come back here at any time. See you.”  

See us, he didn’t add, because if Spike didn’t get up in the next few seconds and get dressed, Angel… well, his willpower when it came to Spike was next to nil. Suffice to say, he was going to be down on that sand with Spike, re-enacting “From Here to Eternity: the X-rated Version” and damned if he ended up putting on a show.  

Spike, the sneaky bastard, could sense his thoughts and did a little sexy hip shimmy Angel was powerless to resist. He kicked off his shoes then pulled off his clothes as he advanced on Spike. 

“Saw you looking all dejected when Percy said they were takin’ the day off to go to the beach.” 

“So, you came up with this? For me?” 

“Erm… yeah. You were yammering on about this bloody show, as if I’d be caught dead looking at poncy pictures!”  

Spike ducked his head. He was acting like such a girl, but he couldn’t help it. He hated when Angel got all maudlin. It made for a poor shag. 

“Spike… that’s uh… sweet. Thank you.” 

“Can thank me another way,” Spike growled. Smiled when Angel stretched out on top of him.

The End 

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