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"I'll always remember the way he made me feel about me. Respected. Sorta tingly. Now I just feel empty." Xander after everything had changed back to normal.

"World without sunshine! World without joy!" Xander's outburst at the thought of a world without his beloved super hero.

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Xander tried the handle to the mansion's front door. Discovering it open, like he had been told it would be, he walked into the gigantic hallway, his footfalls making a creepy echo in the silent foyer.

"Hello?" He called. No answer came but he hadn't really expected one. He had gotten instructions on what to do and the note containing said instructions lay carefully folded, wrapped in a clean handkerchief, in the back pocket of his jeans. There had been no actual need to bring it since Xander had read it a hundred times, memorizing every word, but he was afraid to leave it around his place somewhere where his snoopy girlfriend Anya could find it and destroying it was out of the question. After all it was *Jonathan* who had written it to him. Jonathan, class protector. Jonathan, actor. Jonathan, musician. Jonathan, super hero.

It wasn't a secret that Xander had *the best* Jonathan collection. The CD's, the books, the movies, the autographs, the swimsuit calendars, the posters and so on. The dark and handsome superstar had himself called Xander his number one fan.

Every night Xander was fortunate to be left alone in the darkness of his dank basement he jerked off, looking at the many posters of Jonathan decorating the walls. That was his little secret but he was sure even Riley, Buff's toy soldier, did the very same thing when no one could watch him. You couldn't help but get a little gayish when you had Jonathan's honeyed eyes looking at you and not to mention *hard*. Sweet Jonathan, those mysterious, intelligent eyes of his made Xander hard as a rock and horny as a ruttish bull. In fact there was a lot about Jonathan that made Xander tingle.

Jonathan was a short, short man. Xander found that to be sensuous. When standing beside him, tall and looming, he felt clumsy and unattractive and therefore slouched, hoping to look a little more like the super hero. It never worked because no matter how many times he practiced in front of the mirror he just couldn't get that confidence and grace into his posture.

At the thought of his super hero Xander shivered in desire, adjusting his crotch, and walking up the stairs. Jonathan's bedroom, that was his goal. He continued down the corridor and put his hand against the cool surface of the door, closing his eyes for a brief moment. Swallowing, he politely knocked before entering. The man himself was sitting on the bed, tucked down under the covers, resting his back against the headboard while reading a book. Xander's jaw fell at the sight of Jonathan's naked chest. You couldn't just get a chest like that from working out, no, you had to have the fortune to have been born with it. Xander could have happily stood there, drooling, but Jonathan was patting the space beside him, inviting him to join him on the bed.

"I'm glad you decided to come." Jonathan told him. "I've been waiting."

"I'm sorry. I planned to be on time but the walk here took a little longer than I had thought." Xander said, hanging his head in shame.

"Don't worry about it." Jonathan told him, giving him one of those shiny smiles that gave Xander that butterfly feeling in his stomach. Jonathan gently put his hand on Xander's knee. "I'm going to be completely straight with you. In fact I think I owe you as much. I'm gay, Xander."

"Well, hey, that's cool about you." Xander answered cheerfully. He swallowed when Jonathan's hand traveled up his leg to rest over his crotch, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"I'd hate to ask you for anything." Jonathan said, huskily.

"Oh Jonathan! Anything! I'd do anything!" Xander exclaimed, thrusting up into the superstar's teasing hand.

"I'm sure you would." Jonathan grinned. When you had women *and* men throwing themselves at your feet in worship every single day you tended to get a bit cocky. The superstar continued to give Xander a toothy smile while mentioning for him to loose the shirt. After giving the muscled chest an appreciative look he pulled the quilt aside, revealing his throbbing cock. He gently took hold of the back of Xander's head and pushed him down towards his crotch.

"Remember, Xander." He said, in his sweetest voice. "All that matters is that you do your best."

Xander wrapped his lips around the hard flesh, his cheeks ballooning as he bobbed his head up and down, sucking greedily. He just couldn't get enough, which Jonathan noticed a bit painfully.

"Teeth, teeth!" He reminded the boy, taking a sharp breath.

Xander groaned, desperate to please the superstar. "Sorry, I got carried away." He mumbled and then continued in a slower and more careful pace.

"That's very good, Xander. Very good." Jonathan moaned, slipping his fingers through Xander's dark locks. Xander smiled around the cock at the praise and closed his eyes, loving every second. For the first time in his life he felt that he was doing something really meaningful. Jonathan's grip hardened but Xander only continued to chant the superstar's name as he felt his own erection getting tended to. "Oh Jonathan."

The End