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'Don't Speak' is playing from the stereo. There's an unopened packet of Twinkies on the table next to Xander. He's completely naked, slouched in his chair, eyes closed, sliding his hand slowly up and down his cock....

Random images are flashing through his head... a smooth warm back, hands gliding over his chest. He can practically feel someone's breath against his stomach, moving down...

His breath catches as he imagines a tongue tracing the rim of his navel. It dips in and starts to flick in and out imitating what he wants to do... To have done...

His hand starts to stroke slightly faster, as that oh-so-believable tongue thrusts in one last time and is replaced by teeth and lips that nip the edge and then move on....

As they make their way, kissing, licking and nipping, to the crease where his thigh meets torso, Xander spreads his legs further and slouches down in the chair a little more.

More random images flash in his head. Eyes following the movement of his hand, hands sliding over and then under his thighs.

He imagines one of those hands sliding up the side of his hip, across his chest then down his left arm until it slides over his hand and wraps around it... helping him stroke his cock.

The other hand slowly starts to slide up over the top of his thigh across his stomach, pausing to slip a finger into his navel before continuing upward. Once again the hand pauses as it slides a thumb around a nipple. Carefully avoiding the nub as it continues to draw circles until it finally flicks it with its thumb causing him to gasp.

The hand begins to slide down his right arm, slightly scraping him with its nails as it passes, until it reaches his hand where it intertwines its fingers with his.

More random visions... A tongue licking lips. Teeth nibbling on their bottom lip... Sucking on the bottom lip.

The hand wrapped around his left one tightens its grip and starts to move his hand faster, while the other hand slides the back of Xander's hand against a cheek. Guiding it slowly down until he imagines the feel of warm breath lightly panting against his hand.

He imagines his fingers brushing against soft lips. A tongue licking the tip of one and drawing it in. Sucking. A thumbnail scratching lightly back and forth the center of his palm.

He envisions the mouth releasing his finger and drawing his thumb in, lightly bites down then soothes the area with a lick. It starts to suck his thumb matching the rhythm of his hand... *their* hands on his cock.

He can feel the tension rushing him towards the edge. He starts to quicken his strokes, the hand on top of his tightening its grip...still helping him. Until he can no longer take the pressure, jerks a couple of last times, spraying over his hand and onto his stomach.

Awakened from his dream by his orgasm, Xander squints and turns his head into his pillow away from the light shining through the window. Still breathing heavily from his release he barely hears the sound of someone else breathing and suddenly realizes that he can feel warm breath on his thigh.

Surprised and not expecting anyone, he jerks and attempts to sit up, but is pushed back. Staring at the hand pressed against his stomach, he follows it up and sees "Oz..."

Oz, maintaining eye contact, kisses the top of Xander's thigh. Still keeping eye contact and with a half smile, he rises and crawls up Xander's body until he's straddling his waist and his lips are just a breath away. "Morning baby. Did you have a nice...dream?"

~fin~