Title: Afternoon Lesson
Author: Nicollette Marquis McFadgen
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. Joss does, but unfortunately, he doesn't think that they are homosexuals or even bi. I really don't know what's wrong with that Joss Whedon.
Notes: Devon likes having sex. Devon tells me at work that when I get home, I'd better let him have sex with Oz and Xander. I do what the slut tells me. This is a sequel to Silent Communication and Morning Conversation. They were PWPs as is this one, so you're not miss anything but lovely gay sex if you don't read them before you read this one. If you wanna read them, they be at my site, which is listed in my sig.

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"Xander, wake up," Oz whispered as he ran his hands through the younger boy's hair. He smiled when he saw Xander's eyes began to flutter. Oz was happy that neither of them were going to college and that neither of them worked. They had lots of free time together. They both lived with Devon, who still lived with his parents, although, the elders were only around for maybe a few weeks out of the year.

Opening one eye, Xander glanced around as he did every morning_well afternoon. "Where's Dev?"

"Shower," Oz answered with a smile.

The other eye opened. "Yeah. You guys have a gig tonight."

"Devon has to smell good for the ladies."

"Devon's a slut."

"That he is."

Xander sat up, the heels of his palms rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Time?"

"Three o'clock."

"AM or PM?"

"PM."

"How come you're not in the shower?"

"Plan to get dirty some more."

A sly smile drifted onto Xander's face. "With me?"

"No. With the other sexy naked guy who is right in front of me."

"Oh. Okay."

Oz rolled his eyes. "Yes, with you." Moving in, Oz's mouth collided with Xander's, his tongue not hesitating to force its way into Xander's mouth. His hands moved up to Xander's nipples, teasing and tugging. He knew Xander was just as hard as he was.

Then Xander pulled back, licking his lips and letting his hands trail down Oz's naked chest. "Oz?"

"Yeah, baby?" he answered in a husky voice that no one but Devon and Xander had ever heard.

"Can I be in you this time?" Looking up, Xander blushed. "It's just that, you know_"

Oz smiled and cupped Xander's face. "Xander, why are you embarrassed? You can fuck me. It's not a one way street."

"It's not?"

Smiling wider, Oz laughed. "Okay, for Devon it's a one way street, but not for me. I like it both ways. Whatever makes you happy, Xand."

Xander's smile returned and within sheer seconds, his mouth was assaulting Oz's. His hands moved up to Oz's shoulder and pushed him back on the bed. Oz's legs opened, allowing Xander's hips to nestle between them, the boys' erections rubbing against each other.

Supporting himself on his arms, Xander thrust his hips, driving his cock harder into Oz's. All the while, he was thinking about the mechanics of it all. He didn't want Oz on his knees and elbows. He wanted to be face to face with him, but wasn't quite sure how it'd work.

"Here," Oz said against his lips. "Sit back a little." Xander did as he was told. Oz's legs rose up. They didn't move to the younger boy's shoulders, instead, Oz clasped them around Xander's upper arms, making it so his ass was pressed against Xander's groin. "Now, all we need is lube," Oz said, pointing to the bedside drawer.

"Right. Lube. And a condom, right?"

Oz smiled. "Yep." He watched as Xander's hand reached over and grabbed the bottle of Devon's favorite liquid lube and popped the top, preparing to squirt some onto his hand. "You should put the condom on first, baby. It'll be hard after your hands are all slippery."

Xamder smiled nervously and recapped the lube then set it on Oz's stomach as he reached for the condom. "You're doing great, Xander." The younger boy smiled appreciatively down at Oz as he tore open the foil package.

When the condom was securely on his rapidly pulsing cock, Xander took the lube, popped the top and squirted a generous amount on his hand and threw the bottle to the side. Moving his hand down, he concentrated on slicking up Oz's opening before slipping one finger inside. "Is this okay?"

"It's great." Oz smiled. "Now, just take it out, then put two in and then if you're ready, so am I."

Xander chuckled nervously. "It takes much longer for me to be ready when I'm. . . in your position."

Oz nodded, the smile not leaving his face. "Well, you're still new to all this. I've had a lot more practice." He reached up and cupped Xander's face with one hand, pulling the younger boy down so that their lips met. He moaned, almost silently as Xander's finger withdrew, then entered again, this time with another. Xander's fingers withdrew, only to thrust in again, this time wiggling within Oz.

"That's good," Oz whispered, his breathing starting to hollow out into pants.

Xander smiled and withdrew his fingers. Gripping his cock tightly, making himself groan, Xander guided it to Oz's opening. He nearly cried out when he felt himself gently slide into his lover. Oz was pure heat around him. He was tight and hot and felt like fluffy sponges. Absently, he wondered if that was the way he felt to Oz, when Oz fucked him.

"Xander," Oz said in a low voice. Not even knowing they were closed, Xander opened his eyes and looked down at the other boy. "You're doing great, but can you. . ." his voice wandered off as he tried to think of the best way to say it. "Can you, uh, start?"

Nodding emphatically, Xander pulled out until just the head was within Oz's body. He pushed back in, pleased with himself when he heard Oz's sharp intake of breath. Oz's legs tightened on Xander's arms as his hands moved up and stroked Xander's nipples.

"Yay, sex." Both boys craned their heads to see Devon in the doorway, the towel in his hand, drying his arms. He stood there naked, his erection jutting out proudly. "Don't let me interrupt. I'll just slip in somewhere." Oz's smirk wasn't lost on Devon and he smiled when Xander's thrusting continued, somewhat off beat.

Dropping his towel on his way, Devon moved to the bed, only stopping to grab a condom from the drawer. He climbed on the bed, smiling at Oz as he moved behind Xander. Reaching around, he grabbed the lube which lay by Oz's arm. Devon tore open the foil package and slipped the condom on, then wasted no time in flipping the cap off the lube and dowsing his hand with the slippery substance.

He slathered some on his cock before placing his dry hand on the small of Xander's back, pushing the boy forward. Slicking up his hole, Devon inserted a finger, preparing Xander's insides as well. He heard Oz moan so he lifted his eyes over Xander's shoulder, to fix on Oz's. Without words, they seemed to speak to each other until Devon moved back, one hand moving to Xander's hip, stilling him.

"Hold on, Xand." Again he pushed forward on Xander's back, making him lean in towards Oz even more. The singer knew the guitarist could take the pressure; he knew Oz liked the pressure. Moving his finger in and out, Devon added a second. He moved them slow, careful not to hurt Xander. "You know, I've never been in you before. Well, I've been in your mouth but I mean. . ."

"Dev?"

"Yeah, Oz?"

"Hurry, 'kay?"

Devon nodded. "Right." After a moment, Devon slipped a third finger into Xander, thrusting them slightly. The other boy moaned. "You ready, Xand?"

Xander's nod was all that Devon needed before he began to enter him slowly. Oz's legs moved down a little, now clutching at Xander's sides. When he was half way in, Devon stopped and wrapped a strong arm around Xander's chest, lifting him up and pulling him back. Xander gasped as he sank down farther on Devon's cock. Xander's own cock throbbed almost painfully inside of Oz as Devon's mouth attached to his neck; right where it sloped down into his shoulder. "Devon," he whispered.

Disengaging his mouth from Xander's flesh, Devon whispered into Xander's ear, "Now, when I pump into you, you do it to Oz, okay?" Xander nodded and Devon flicked his tongue out over his ear. "You're doing so good, Xander. Look at Oz; he's about ready to come," Devon said encouragingly.

Devon let go of the younger boy, allowing him some room to move. Slowly, he pulled out, then thrust back into Xander, causing Xander to thrust into Oz hard. "Oh, shit," the guitarist whispered, his voice almost too low to hear.

Devon repeated his movement, making Xander repeat his and the three lovers built up a quick rhythm. The singer craned his neck to see Xander's hand moving to grasp Oz's erection. "That's good," Devon whispered. "Make him come."

As Xander fucked Oz, jerked Oz off and got fucked by Devon, all he could think about was goldfish. Tiny little fish swimming around in a small glass globe, wondering about the meaning of life. His movements, his hand on Oz, his hips thrusting into Oz, then back onto Devon, became automatic which was a good thing, since he couldn't think about anything but stupid goldfish.

In part, the gold fish were an attempt to not come before the job was finished, but also, he just couldn't help but think of them. It wasn't that he got off thinking about fish, it was just that whenever his brain needed to go to lunch, he thought of fish. So the goldfish were there to let him focus of the feelings of fucking and getting fucked.

Devon's fingers tweaked his nipple and before he knew it, Xander was coming, the only thing stopping his semen from coating the insides of Oz was the condom. Xander slumped down even more onto Oz and the two band members smiled at each other, silently communicating their pleasure of pleasing Xander.

After he recovered, Xander's hand began moving on Oz's cock again, stroking with the rhythm Devon was using. It only took one good stroke, accompanied by a squeeze for Oz to reach orgasm, his seed shooting out to splash down onto his chest.

Devon moved back a little, when he heard the moan signaling the guitarist's climax. Gripping Xander's hips, Devon pulled him back, forcing Xander to pull out of Oz. Oz's legs moved down, until they lay on the bed. He leaned up, kissing Xander as Devon continued to pump into him.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck, yeah, fuck, yeah," Devon chanted as his hips picked up the pace.

Continuing to kiss Xander, Oz smiled against his lips. Devon was going to come soon. When he heard the "urggg" grunt come from Devon, Oz pulled back, moving out from under Xander. Now kneeling off to the side, he watched as Devon's hips stilled. Oz waited until Devon opened his eyes to kiss the singer.

When Oz pulled back, Devon pulled out of Xander, carefully turning him onto his back and removing the condoms from both his cock and Xander's. "You okay?"

"I'm good," Xander said sleepily.

Devon chuckled as he threw the used condoms away. He looked at Oz. "Man, you have to shower. You're messy."

Glancing down at his chest, Oz looked back up at Devon. "And you stink."

"Shower?"

"Shower," Oz agreed, before looking down at Xander. "Hey, Xand? You want to take a shower with us?"

"Sleep," he mumbled.

"We tired him out, Oz."

"Looks like it. We're going to have to build his endurance."

Devon's brow furrowed and a smile lit up his face. "That means more sex, right?"

Oz chuckled and shook his head. "Xander's right. You are a slut."

~end~