Title: Sixty-nine Times
Author: Nicollette Marquis McFadgen
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. Long Live Joss Whedon
Rating: R. It talks about an explicit subject, but not in graphic detail.
Note: For Losh's 69 challenge. This goes with my two other Devon/Xander stories. It fits in between "Maybe" and "Love's Philosophy", both of which can be found here: http://adult.dencity.com/NMMcFadgen

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Sixty-nine. Xander and I have made love sixty-nine times. Yes, I've counted. Every time with Xander is a reason to make a mark on the calendar.

I've had other lovers, of course. Mostly groupies. Mostly girls with low self esteem just waiting for me to validate them. And like the asshole that I usually am, I did. But thinking back, to even those lovers who hadn't been groupies, none of them could hold a candle to Xander. No one had ever made me shiver the way Xander did.

Just one smile from him and I got hard. Just smelling his unique Xander scent, a hint of Obsession with a splash of Ivory soap and a dash of sweet chocolate, drove me insane with desire. The brush of his lips against mine or against my neck made my mind blank. I would be thinking of new lyrics, describing my love for him, when all of the sudden, his feathery kisses would drive all though from my mind.

His touch...those hands exploring my body. Xander had a way to be both firm and soft with his touches. His grip was tight but his newness to it all, his sweet nervousness, made him stroke lightly, softly. It drove me crazy every time he did it.

He had beautiful skin. It was perfect, unblemished. His back was graceful and full of strength. Normally well hidden muscles rippled beneath the surface as his body tensed. I loved sliding my hand from his shoulders to the small of his back. The bumps of his spine and the smoothness of his shoulder blades made me want to do nothing more but devote my life to worshipping his back.

His moans sent shivers up and down my body. His volume would rise or fall depending on what I was doing to him. He nearly purred for my tongue and sobbed for my cock.

Even though I couldn't penetrate him very deeply in that position, he liked making love face to face. He liked being able to lean up and kiss me. We both liked being able to see each other's faces when we came. Xander's eyes would close and his mouth would open slightly as he let out a harsh breath accompanied by a soft cry.

I loved this man. It wasn't about the sex. I mean, the sex was great. It was better than great, but it was holding him afterwards that made me realize the depths of our relationship. He was everything I wanted. He was like one of those strawberry candies. A hard shell on the outside with a mushy, soft center on the inside. Xander was the completion of me. Where I left off, he took over.

He called me on things that no one else did. He made sure that I knew that he knew that I wasn't a self-centered egotist and he would never let me get away with being insincere. Xander caught things about me that no one else did. He didn't just assume that I was some dumb guy in a band. He never treated me like I was less than him.

I wanted to tell the entire world about us. I wanted everyone to know that I loved Xander Harris. I wanted them to know that we hadn't just fucked sixty-nine times. They needed to know that we had made love sixty-nine times and with me, there was a difference. Fucking was something that I did with random people. Making love is something that I've only done with Xander. Everyone needed know about us. Everyone.

But Xander wasn't ready for that. He liked his privacy, at least where his emotions were concerned. He didn't have a problem with admitting that he was gay and that we were together. He just wanted to keep it private. My band was beginning to take off. We'd gotten articles written about us and pictures in newspapers and magazines outside of Sunnydale and were recording an independent album. Record labels were beginning to look up and notice. Xander said that we'd get too much exposure later in life, so for now, he wanted it just to be quiet.

Quiet and perfect.

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