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�Dream? That was a dream?� Xander asked, surprise evident in his sleep-laden voice. �Wow.�

Oz grinned sheepishly and moved back a fraction, �Well maybe it wasn�t *all* a dream. I may have had a hand in helping.�

�Just a hand, huh?� Xander smiled at the man hovering inches from his face. He reached up and drew Oz back to him until he was barely an inch away. �I knew I kept you around for a reason.� Oz smirked and Xander closed the distance between them.

Oz pulled back from the kiss with a gasp. He looked down at the younger man who was panting slightly, his eyes bright with arousal. Oz sat up with a half grin on his face and gave a bounce on top of Xander.

Surprised, Xander grunted. He looked up at Oz and frowned, �What was that for?�

�I wanted your attention.�

�Well you had it before you-�

�Yeah, but that was the wrong attention.� Oz interrupted with another half smile. He slid off Xander and walked to the bag he�d dropped on the chair when he first entered the room.

Xander watched the smooth muscles of Oz�s back as he walked away. His eyes widened suddenly in surprise and he pushed himself until he was seated against the headboard. �Oz? What are you doing home? You�re not supposed to be home for another three days.� Xander drew the sheet up to his waist and wiped off his stomach with a corner.

Unzipping the bag, Oz replied, �Devon has the flu and is pretty hoarse so we canceled last nights gig and Wednesdays. So I caught a flight home.� Oz bent to pick up the shirt he�d discarded earlier.

Xander�s gaze slipped down Oz�s body as the guitarist�s pants pulled taunt and molded his backside. �Yeah, but why are you here?� He paused as Oz straightened. �Don�t get me wrong I�m glad you�re home but you normally just drive back with the guys. How come the flight?�

Oz grunted and made sure to block Xander�s view as he pulled a box out of his carry-on bag. Covering it with his shirt he turned and approached the bed. �But then I wouldn�t have been back in time.�

�In time for what?� Xander asked, his brow creased in a frown of confusion.

�It�s Monday.�

�It�s Monday?�

Oz just nodded and sat on the edge of the bed next to Xander, resting the shirt-covered box in his lap, wondering how long it�d take Xander to notice.

�Well?� Xander asked exasperatedly.

Oz grinned mentally, �Well what?�

�Are you gonna tell me why you had to be here for Monday now? You weren�t gonna be here before, right?� Xander glanced down, �And what�s under your shirt?�

Oz just shook his head at Xander. �What�s today�s date?�

�Today�s date�. Ohhhhhhhh man. Valentines.� Oz smiled at Xander�s look of realization. �I totally forgot. I wasn�t planning on celebrating it until you got back.�

Oz slid the box out and handed it to Xander. Xander snatched the gift and began to rip the red and white paper off. Oz draped himself over Xander's legs and propped himself up on one elbow, his head resting against his hand, watching Xander unwrap his present. A little half smile formed on his face as he saw the excited gleam in Xander's eyes.

Xander pulled out the small jar. �Oz? This is really great but� finger paint?� His words were tinged with disappointment. He mustered a small smile. �Really.�

Oz shoved himself into a sitting position. �Xander, read the label again.�

Xander looked at the small jar and squinted. �Doodle�s Finger Paint. Choc�� Xander�s eyebrows rose in surprise. �Chocolate flavored?� He asked, his voice a couple of octaves higher than normal.

�So, you like?� Oz asked.

Xander looked over at Oz�s shirtless body and cocked his head to one side. �Have I mentioned that I�ve been thinking of taking up painting?� Oz shook his head, no. Xander twisted off the lid and dipped two of his fingers into the chocolate. �Well I have and I figure I might as well start with the basics� so to speak.� Xander pushed Oz back until he was prone. �Close your eyes. I don�t want you to see my masterpiece until I�m done.�

Xander lightly painted a couple of lines onto Oz. �Hmmm�your pants are in the way of my masterpiece.� Oz just hummed and lifted up while Xander rid him of his pants and boxers.

After several more strokes and quite a few redippings into the jar, Xander sat back on his heels and admired his work. �There. I�m done. What do you think?�

Oz opened his eyes and glanced down his chest. He burst out laughing when he caught sight of the smiley face with its tongue sticking out that had been drawn on him. He sat up and pulled Xander towards him and kissed him along his jaw up to his ear. �I think my pants weren�t in the way at all.� He whispered.

Xander smiled goofily at Oz and straddled his lap, his hands sliding up and around Oz�s shoulders and back as he rubbed his erection against Oz�s quickly rising one. �Of course it was necessary. A true master must see all of his canvas to know what it demands be drawn.� He snickered.

�Xander, you are-� Oz groaned as chocolate covered fingers encircled his erection. �--so full of it?�

Xander giggled. �Oh damn, I smeared the smiley face. Now I�m just gonna have to clean it up. Oh the agony.�

Oz smirked at Xander�s tone of voice. �You? What about me? I�ll have to endure the horrible process.�

Xander pushed Oz back again and leaned forward, dipping his head to Oz�s stomach. �Yeah you will.� Xander licked at the smeared chocolate, grinned up at Oz. �Yum.�

Oz drew in a quick breath at the first touch of Xander�s tongue. �Oh yeah� the agony.�

Xander nibbled and licked his way up Oz�s chest and then slowly back down, listening to Oz�s breathing get rougher when he paused to swirl his tongue in and around his navel. Xander raised his eyes to study Oz�s expression. He grinned to himself when he saw the glazed, unseeing expression in the shorter man�s eyes.

Xander scooted down, lowered his mouth to Oz�s dick and began to lick the chocolate off that he�d left earlier, with long strokes.

Oz felt Xander�s tongue lazily swirl around his dick�< Around and around and around it goes, where it stops� Oh god, please don�t let him stop.>

Xander listened to Oz gasp his name as he finally stopped licking and sucked the head of the cock into his mouth, swishing his tongue across the slit. He reached down and gently massaged Oz�s balls feeling him buck from the sensations.

�Xand-� Oz moaned and bucked up again, forcing Xander to take more of him.

Xander paused for a second then started bobbing up and down, taking a little more each time. He felt Oz start to tremble as he rapidly approached his release. Xander slipped his other hand underneath Oz and slid a finger partially into him.

Oz clamped down on Xander's finger and gripped the sheets as he bucked one last time and came in Xander's warm mouth. He could feel Xander swallowing against him, making him tremble even more with all the other sensations that were coursing through his body.

Xander slowly allowed Oz�s dick to slip from his mouth. He reached down and his eyes closed as he started stroking his own dick, desperately needing release. He felt Oz curl around him and start to suckle on the sensitive area below his ear as his hands stroked up and down his chest and stomach. Groaning, he buried his head in Oz�s stomach as he came.

Oz managed to find the strength to draw Xander up. He smiled at the chocolate smear at the corner of Xander�s mouth. Llazily he sipped at Xander�s mouth, slowly making his way to the chocolate. �Mmm, not bad.�

Xander stroked Oz�s jaw. �Now I see why chocolate is traditional for Valentine�s,� He sleepily muttered.

~fin~