*****

Xander finished putting the bags in the trunk. He felt a hand on his ass, and looked around to see Oz holding his guitar with one hand, and goosing him with the other.

"Ready?"

Oz carefully put the guitar in the back seat. "Yep."

"Now, you have everything you need, right? 'Cuz once we leave, that's it." Xander closed the trunk.

"Yes, and I even went to the bathroom, Dad."

Xander snickered. "And no whining in the back seat, or so help me, I'll turn the car right around..."

"Aww, I was hoping you'd spank me." Oz wrapped his arms around Xander's neck.

Xander stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed. "Aw, fuck it, I'm gonna be gone for at least three months." He pressed his lips against Oz's for a long, deep, wet smoochie. Their mouths ground together as Xander's hands moved past Oz's waist to pinch his ass.

Oz broke the kiss. "Hey! Cheeky monkey."

Xander buried his face in his lover's neck. "Eeep! Eeep!"

Oz laughed. Xander loved watching him break his stoic demeanor when they were alone. He figured it was probably his clownish influence (damnit, he was totally cheated on that class clown award). He particularly liked the idea that he corrupted Oz, even though the werewolf was the one who introduced him to the beauty of wild monkey butt sex. Xander kissed him one more time, and hopped in the driver's seat.

"Time to go, schmoopy." Xander started the engine.

Oz got in the passenger side. "Yeah."

The convertible pulled out, and started its way out of town. When they passed the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign, Xander and Oz waved at the battered, often-run over sign.

*****

Xander motored down the highway, singing the Depeche Mode version of "Route 66" at the top of his lungs. Oz smiled. Xander's singing lacked melody, harmony, and well, any semblance of talent, but Oz loved the passion in his voice.

Oz took out a bottle of sunblock (SPF 45), and began to slather the stuff on his face.

"Oz, we're on the open road. No rules, no constraints. Stop being safe!"

"Dude, I'm Irish and German. The sun does the same thing to me that it does to vamps. It just takes 40 years." He flung a gloop of sunblock at Xander.

Xander stuck out his tongue, and concentrated on his driving. That lasted for about a minute, because Oz opened up his shirt to get the sunblock on his pale, lightly freckled chest. "Dude, I'm gonna drive right into the guardrail if you do that." Xander swerved slightly for effect.

Oz ran his hands over his chest, exposing a cute nipple while giving a satryr's smile. "Well, you could pull over to the side and have your way with me."

"Just three more hours and we'll find some nice, cheap motel to fuck in."

"Very romantic." Oz stretched. "Maybe we can go to a rest stop and fuck in the bathroom?"

Xander considered for a minute. "Nah, they have too many people in there. We don't want to be traumatizing any little kids."

"Or get arrested." Oz pulled his guitar from the back. "I'm getting pretty good at this. It's different from the electric kind. You have to have talent when you don't have amps."

Oz strummed the acoustic guitar. He *was* getting good, Xander noticed. The random strumming became more recognizable as opened his mouth to sing.

"If I had a million dollars (if I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you a fur coat (but not a real fur coat, that's cruel)
If I had a million dollars (if I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you a green dress (but not a real green dress, that's cruel)
If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you some art (a Picasso or a Garfunkel)
If I had a million dollars (If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you a monkey (haven't you always wanted a monkey?)"

Xander laughed. "Hmm, I think a green dress would look better on you. You have the coloring."

"Yeah, but you have the legs. And the lashes." Oz leered cutely. "And the ass."

"Not now..."

"Well, I could suck you off while you drive."

"Yeah, Oz. Did you see 'The World According to Garp'?"

Oz remembered that terrible car scene and shuddered. "Good point."

"We'll get there." Xander sighed wistfully when he caught sight of the bulge in Oz's pants. "Eventually."

*****

Three hours, one pee break, and one "eww" at roadkill later, Oz and Xander reached their destination. Xander wasn't joking when he said that the said that the hotel was cheap. However, it was clean, and there was no buggy wildlife in there. They plopped their bags down (containing just a night's change of clothing and anti-vampire weaponry) and jumped on the bed.

Xander lay on the bed next to Oz. "Hungry? I saw a diner nearby."

He thwapped Xander with a pillow. "Don't make me kill you."

"You could always spank me." He climbed on top of Oz.

Oz pulled his head down for a long, squidgy kiss. His hands roamed under Xander's shirt all over his chest. He paused in his kissing long enough to let Oz take off his shirt, and pulled off his werewolf lover's shirt too. Xander moved his mouth down to Oz's small nipples, licking and sucking them into hard little nubs, and rubbed his pale, smooth chest. Too horny to wait any longer, Xander stripped Oz and himself of their pants, and settled atop him, slowly moving on top of him. They rubbed their hard cocks together, kissing deeply while Oz's nails raked down Xander's back. Since they were short, they didn't do any damage, but Xander loved the sensation. They came, Oz before Xander by a couple of minutes, their salty goodness intermingling.

Xander rolled off Oz, and rested his head on his shoulder. "Mmmf." Within minutes he was asleep.

"I thought you wanted to get something to eat."

"I'll eat you then," Xander drawled and gave Oz a sleepy smooch.

"Mmmm, sounds good to me." Oz hugged him tightly. "So, where do we go next?"

"I figure, we'll just get a map, close our eyes and point. Then we'll go there."

Oz kissed his cheek. "Just point?"

"Just point."

"Perfect."

THE END