"Watcher’s gone barmy, whelp," Spike shrugs, "C’mon, naked couch downstairs."

"But G-Man..."

"S’fine, luv. Naked couch is going to get chilled," Spike says with a smirk.

"But... All right, fine. But quit with the naked couch, its giving me the wiggins!" and Xander follows his vampire down the stairs.

Spike gently pushes Xander so he falls on the couch. Then he sits down and starts unlacing his Doc’s.

"Um, Spike?"

"Wot?" Spike replies as he pulls off the boots and starts peeling off his black t-shirt.

"You are stripping. What’s with the clothes-less Spike?" Xander asks nervously.

"S’therapy, luv. Need help getting your kit off?" the vampire says helpfully.

"No! Not touching my um... I so don’t remember mutual jerking off being a part of this!" Xander yells.

"Kit off, not wanking. Just askin’ if you need help with yer clothes, Pet," Spike explains.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I can- I can get my own, uh, kit off," Xander stammers.

Spike unbuttons his jeans and yanks them off. He smirks when Xander averts his eyes - no underwear.

"Doctor really said everything?" Xander asks hesitantly.

"S’therapy, luv. No worry, also said no touching," Spike scowls.

"Oh, well, good..." Xander replies as he starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He gets halfway through and stops.

"All-All of it?" he asks.

"Boxers an all, Pet," Spike says with exasperation. It’s just sitting naked on the couch, not even any sodding touching!

Xander reluctantly finishes the buttons and rips the shirt off so fast he tears the cuff buttons. This is only the shirt and he’s already shaking.

"Can’t do it, Spike," he says with disappointment.

"C’mere, Xander," Spike says softly.

Xander gulps at his name and scoots closer to the vampire.

Spike sighs and lays them both down on the sofa. Xander is trembling so hard his teeth are chattering.

"What-What are you doing? So not ready."

Spike pulls the boy up until Xander’s head is on his Mate’s chest. He gives the top of his head a gentle kiss and starts petting the dark hair.

"Hush, Pet, just comfort. Hush," Spike whispers as he holds his human close. He very carefully starts unbuttoning the teen’s jeans and sliding them down his hips. He gently but firmly pushes away the hands trying to stop him. More soft kisses to the head by his mouth.

Xander whimpers in protest as the jeans are finally tugged over his feet and tossed aside.

"Shhh, Spike’s here," Spike soothes. He places a hand in the waistband of the boxers and Xander’s body goes stiff. The vampire leaves the thin barrier of cloth alone.

Xander calms a bit when his boxers are left. He brushes his lips softly across the vampire’s chest in thanks then freezes again when something hard pokes him in the stomach.

"S’just friction, luv. Hush, no bad touches," Spike strokes the tense back. His Mate’s skin feels a little chilly so he pulls the couch blanket over the two of them. The teen actually relaxes more with the move.

"S’nice, Spike. Feels comfy and safe. Sleepy," Xander mutters with a yawn.

"Nap if you need to, Pet. Spike’s here. Always here," Spike says as he takes one of Xander’s hands and rubs the taut body above him through the blanket. Xander whimpers again when he realizes he’s stiff again but only in one place.

"Bad, bad, touch bad, go away!" Xander pleads.

"Xan, luv, just friction. Nothin’ more. Shhh," Spike tries to calm his Mate. Xander continues to murmur so Spike starts humming an old lullaby. Soon Xander is boneless, puddled on the vampire.

"My vampire," he says sleepily before he drops off.

"My human, my love, my Mate," Spike snarls. Nobody better hurt him again. He clutches the teen closer. Xander mutters in his sleep but doesn’t wake up.