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Wesley sighed, shifting in his chair. It was late but he wasn't going to sleep for a while yet. He'd just about made it out the door of the Hyperion, when Willow called. She was sending Xander with a load of books she wanted Wesley to have. Books she didn't need anymore. He could hear the shaky sadness in her voice and realized she was giving up the magic. He didn't press, but thanked her and gave her his address for the young man.

The last thing he wanted was to stick around the hotel or have to explain Conner. And everyone else would be out. Except for Angel and his son. Out having dates and love and... Thank God, there was a knock on his door. Xander Harris would be a welcome distraction from this self-pity party he was caught in.

He opened the door with a smile. "Ah, Xander. Welcome."

"Hey Wes..." Xander shook his head for the thousandth time..

Why was he here again? Oh yeah, Willow needed something delivered... And God knows she couldn't be left alone. Not with this stuff. And Buffy had work, and slaying, and whatever the hell was going on with Spike. What like he wasn't suppose to know? Come on... Dancing earlobes? Naked pushups? He may not be the sharpest crayon in the box, but even he didn't need cerulean blue to see that picture... So that left good ol' Xander to make the run. Because he had the car, and a couple days off.

Ewww. Okay, Buffy and Spike? What the hell was up with that? And now that picture wouldn't go away... Stuck in his head. Did he have to become a vamp for her to look at him? ~Oh bad Xander! Engaged Xander.~ That thought sent a bolt of pure panic through him, and he glance back at Wesley. Distraction. He really need one right now.

"So can I come in? You don't have to invite me... In fact that would probably be of the bad... Er, just stand aside though?"

"Of course. Sorry, not used to visitors that don't hack their way in with axes." Wesley said, stepping back and letting Xander in. "I do appreciate you coming here instead of the hotel. Did you have any trouble finding it?"

He couldn't help but see the change in the younger man. Still dressed like a nightmare, but more fashionably so, if Cordelia was to be believed. No longer as thin or as slumped. Growing up seemed to have fit Xander well. "How are things in Sunnydale?"

"Does driving past the place twice count as trouble?" Xander smiled crookedly, and made his way in shifting the box of books in his arms. "Same ol'. Same old. Which since it's the Hellmouth..." Xander shrugged, "Well, you know. Uhm, where do you want these?"

"Ah. Yes, the counter here..." He led Xander through the small apartment to the kitchen bar. "Will do. Oh, would you like something to drink? Cola, beer?" He couldn't help a slightly wicked grin, remembering the teasing of the past. "Tea?"

"Dirty water, Wesley." Xander mock scowled, at the ex-watcher.

When the hell did Mr. Button Down get a sense of humor? Xander notice the Englishman didn't appear to be nearly as stiff-upper as he was in Sunnydale... Or at least he didn't seem to be. Not even a tie.

Xander smiled a little hesitantly. "Yeah, whatever you got. Er, except the English option."

Mentally, he shrugged to himself. Hell, if he could grow up- Why couldn't Wesley loosen up? S'not like they, okay he, ever really gave the man a chance. And really when you look at it, Wesley wasn't that much older than the rest. Huh. Maybe he grew up some to.

Wesley's grin grew a bit. "Ah yes, I seem to remember a lack of appreciation for the art of tea. Well, never mind, I could stand a beer myself." He opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of Warsteiner. "It's German, hope you don't mind." Opening both bottles, he handed one over.

"Now what did Willow send?" He poked through the box, reading titles and hmm-ed and ahh-ed. After a moment, he looked back up, blushing slightly. "Er, I am terribly sorry. Still have a bit of the book bug, I'm afraid. Have you eaten dinner?"

Sipping his beer, Xander smiled and watched the other man gingerly drool over the books. He'd seen Willow do that. Seen Giles do that. Even Deadboy once or twice. It never failed to amuse him. Booklust. He shook his head in gentle tolerance. He just never got it. Oh, he appreciated the 'save my assness' of the research volumes. He could even read Latin, and few other languages because of it- ~Though try putting that on a resume!~ He just didn't get the whole reverence deal. ~Now, if it was a vintage Spiderman comic- Then you'd be talking.~

"S'okay. Kinda use to it actually... Giles remember?" He smiled again, "Nope, no dinner yet. Though feed me, and I might never leave, ya know?"

Wesley blinked, the strange vision/thought of having Xander as a roommate popping into his mind. Not completely unappealing for some strange reason. Not being alone would be nice, but Xander was joking. God, his nerves were raw tonight.

"Yes, well, you'd be used to the strange hours and company I keep, at any rate." He turned and looked in the refrigerator again. "Ah, luck is with you. Nothing fancy, but I can make us a couple of large hamburgers with chips. Sound good?"

"Sounds great! Better than great really. Anya's on my case about the diet. I keep telling her burgers are one of the major food groups, but she's so not buying it." Xander grinned broadly, and twitched.

He'd mentioned Anya. Of the good right? No, he didn't want to talk about his future wife... Oh look the panic was back. He twitched again, and made a frantic dive for change of subject. "So, how's the big city? Kill anything interesting lately?"

"Well..." Wesley set about making the food. What could he talk about that didn't lead to Conner? Fred? Ouch, no. "A few things yes. We seem to mostly be trying to keep things from killing us as of late. Our lobby is dueling central some days. There are times when I regret leaving Sunnydale. It certainly was a bit simpler there. Keep things away from opening the Hellmouth, stake the vampires, kill the demons. No bloody damned evil lawyers, no streetgangs, things like that." He placed the burgers in a pan and the chips in the oven. "How is Anya? Cordelia told us, by the way, congratulations."

"Anya's great! Fine even! No better than that..." Xander took a quick slam of his beer. ~Oh yeah, that sounded not defensive... Er, not!~ Xander twitched and took another slam, killing his beer. "Uhm thanks. Uhm, could we not talk about that... Er, her. Kinda got the wedding nervy thing going on."

"Understood. I will say no more." Wesley replied. "Another beer?" He pointed at the fridge. Xander was a bit beyond nervy, he had the air of a man heading towards execution.

"You like your burgers rare or otherwise?" He asked. If it's that bad why are you marring her, he wanted to ask. A topic to stay well away from, however.

"Thanks. And yeah. Another beer of the good... And hey, I'll eat the burger anyway you make it." Xander smiled in relief, and then bounced once as he glanced at his now empty beer bottle. "Oh! I got a beer story..." ~Distraction. Distraction.~

Xander launched into a detailed telling of the great beer and cave Buffy tale. Doing the voices and facial expression, but stopped short of actually acting it out. Though he couldn't help a bounce or two. At least it wasn't the twitching, and he was glad of that.

Laughing, Wesley served up the burgers, chips and more beer. As they ate, he told about Caritas and Angel's horrible singing voice, sticking with the humorous turn of the night. He found himself truly enjoying Xander's company, enjoying the evening for the first time in a week. He even had a bit of a buzz going and wondered if Xander had one as well.

"Oh... So you know, you're welcome to stay here for the night. Wouldn't want you to drive all the way back this late and buzzed... If you are. God knows I'm getting that way." The Englishman blinked owlishly.

"Think I bypassed buzzed a few beers ago..." Xander smiled lopsidedly. He sagged into the couch, which was very sagg-y friendly. "Yup. I'm tanked." The smile grew fuller, and he giggled. "Not a real big drinker here. Oh shit. Did I just giggle? I don't giggle. Do I? Huh. Yeah, driving maybe not such a great plan." He relaxed even further into the couch and let his head drop back onto the edge. "Ya know this is a great couch. Very cush-y."

Wesley stood, grabbing the plates. "It is quite comfortable. Passed out on it a few times myself. Not from drinking, mind you. Well, right, that once or twice." He toddled, a bit unsteadily, to the kitchen counter and back. "But it is a nice couch."

Standing at the back, Wesley looked down at Xander's face. "And you did giggle, I'm afraid. But I shan't tell anyone, you have my word as a gentleman." He nodded, seriously, before breaking into a grin. He'd never noticed just how wide and dark Xander's eyes were before, and why was he noticing now?

"Gentleman? Does that mean you'll still respect me in the morning?" Tilting his head further back to look at Wesley, Xander smiled, laughing. "Upside down. You're upside down-y. Yup, loosy-goosy upside downy Wes-y."

Xander was astonished at how relaxed he felt. Was this what alcohol did to you? He didn't think so... The couple of times he'd been drunk before he was anything, but relaxed. No, it was Wesley. Why was he so relaxed around Wesley?

"W-Wesy? Oh no, anything but that! I can't respect you in the morning if you call me that." He leaned over a bit. "And you're the upside down one so there." Straightening up, he nearly lost his balance. "Whup... Stood up too fast. Shift it, need to sit." He flopped down on the other end of the couch, barking his scars on the arm. A gasp escaped his lips and he grimaced. "Bugger... Right, no more of that."

Xander looked at Wesley confused. "Huh? Bugger? No more? So, you've buggered before, but no more? Oh hey that rhymed..." He giggled and then frowned. "What? I'm not good enough fer ya?"

Wesley gaped. "I never... No wait... I have... There is absolutely no way to answer that without sounding... something." He shook his head. "Why not?" He fixed Xander with a steady gaze. "Yes, I have before, but no haven't gotten anything resembling action of a sexual nature in a very long time. And... You aren't gay and called me a cradle robber once upon a time, so I haven't thought about it. Would you like me to?" A touch of a defiant challenge crept into his voice. If Xander was going to be uninhibited while drunk, so was he. Besides, the Sunnydale native was playing around surely.

"Nope, not gay. Bi actually. Me bi-guy... Okay, sounding like Cave-Buffy here." Xander furrowed his brow and tried to engage the brain. He knew he could do it. "Not exactly cradle material any more. And not even a virgin... Er, that way." He smiled lecherously at the ex-watcher and moved a little closer. ~Heh, squirm now watcher guy.~ He giggled to himself. Yeah, he was having fun now... "Maybe I was jealous..."

"You were... You are... " Wesley stopped. "I'm English, I can speak it. You were possibly jealous of the attention I paid to Cordelia? Well then, let's see if things are different with you."

With that, he leaned over and kissed Xander. If Xander was kidding, Wesley hoped he was drunk enough to still laugh, if he wasn't... Oh... Kissing Xander was far different than Cordelia. Mouths were closed, yes, but the softness of that pouty mouth, the gentle press of lips to lips, sent a small thrill through him.

Score! Kissage! The monkeys in Xander's brain were hoping up and down frantically hooting. Any minute, he was sure, they were gonna start a wave... He pulled back slightly and looked deeply into Wesley's eyes. Ocean storm eyes. Eyes afraid of being rejected. Oh how Xander knew that feeling. What started as a game turned serious, he couldn't lie to those eyes.

"Then? No, I wasn't jealous. For real, you were kinda a prick then... Not that I was such a great prize... But now? Now I think I would be." Sliding a hand under Wesley's sweater, Xander leaned in and kissed the older man gently. Yup. Monkey's were doing the wave.

Rational thoughts flew through Wesley's mind: Xander was engaged, Wesley was riding the crest of a rejection, they were both intoxicated, they were both Cordelia's exs in a way. He shoved them away, back far deep in the place reserved for parental memories. Xander's mouth and hand were saying, more surely than his words, that for at least tonight, Wesley was wanted by someone. Reaching out, he cupped Xander's cheeks and parted his lips slightly, still afraid of messing up whatever unlooked for comfort this was.

Xander moaned softly and took Wesley's mouth. An invitation given and accepted. He was rather astonished. Wesley had the sweetest and softest mouth. Beer and dinner aside, Wesley tasted sweet and crisp. Like frozen cherries. Xander stroked his tongue into ex-watcher's mouth. He had to get more of that taste.

Never tasted anyone like this... Anya never- Her image rose in his mind's eye and for a second he felt horror at what he was doing, but the monkeys took care of that. Grabbed her and pushed her back out of sight. Of the good, he didn't want to think. Didn't want to stop. It felt too good. He hadn't felt this good in awhile, and he wasn't giving it up. Even if it was only for one night. Moving his hand under Wesley's sweater, Xander stroked the skin there. Feeling his way.

Surrender had never felt so delicious, so perfect. Wesley was older, yes, wiser, perhaps, but this young man was giving him a reprieve. It was as if Xander's hand was wiping away his hurt and confusion. He would be gone tomorrow, of course, but now... It was all that mattered.

Wesley pressed his chest up, slid his tongue around the sensuous one in his mouth, seeking more. More contact, more tastes, more. Arms linked around Xander's neck, wrists crossed, fingers kneading deceptively strong shoulders. ~More, God yes, more.~

Xander wondered momentarily if he'd been turn into a vamp when he wasn't looking... He was feeding off of Wesley, like he was a starving man and the ex-watcher was the last snicker's bar in the world. Every kiss. Every touch. It filled him temporarily like an hors d'ouvres, stroking his hunger and making him long for more.

His hands flew under Wesley's sweater kneading and searching out every bit of skin he could reach. The strong curve of his spine. The tight muscles of his belly and chest. He let them rest briefly to play with the other man's nipples, plucking and twisting gently. Then his hands drifted again, and he found the buckle to Wesley's belt. Deftly he began to unfasten it, appetizers done it was time to move on to the first course...

Wesley pulled back, just enough to break the kiss. His eyes were wide behind his glasses, his breath coming in gulping pants. He tried to say something but a gasp was all that came out as Xander undid his jeans. Suddenly, he was burning up, way too hot, way too clothed. He nodded for Xander to continue and pulled his sweater off, glasses hooking briefly before being torn off and tossed on the coffee table. Diving back in, he claimed Xander's lips in a deep kiss, licking and nibbling at his lips.

Pulling his mouth away from Wesley, Xander smiled silently, looking deeply into the other man's wondrous eyes. The only sound in the room was Wesley's rough breathing, then the sound of his zipper being slip down and open, slowly. The grin on Xander's face grew, and he licked his lips sensuously, before he lowered his head to hollow of Wesley's breast bone. Almost languidly, he licked and nipped his way down, stoking the skin with tongue and teeth. Lower and lower. Pausing a moment to suck at the other man's belly button playfully. His hands, never idle, got Wesley's jeans opened and pushed wide. Stroked lightly the cloth of the Englishman's boxers, before they too were pushed out of the way. Xander's nimble fingers zeroed in on Wesley's cock, and stroked with feather light touches.

"Oh God, Xander..." Wesley moaned, as he collapsed against the back of the couch.

His hands threaded through the Xander's dark hair as he tried to control the twitching of his hips. The sheer luck this beautiful,~No, not a boy...~ Man would be grinning and seducing him playfully had to defy every odd out there. Tingles of electricity, centering on the hand stroking him, made him shiver.

"Yeeesss... Ah... P-Please.." He wasn't sure what he was begging for, but he was hard pressed to be silent now, fingers moving, caressing silky hair.

Begging... Wesley was begging for him. For Xander. No one had begged for him. Oh he'd been ordered, instructed, and just slammed down and taken, but never begged for... A surge of emotion slammed through Xander's physical desire. A warm mix of complex feelings... A heady rush of power and compassion. Pain and healing. He wanted Wesley to beg for him. Wanted Wesley to scream for him. Wanted Wesley to scream his name in passion.

With soft kiss to the skin of the other man's belly, Xander moved and flicked his tongue quickly across the head of Wesley's cock. With a wicked grin, he huskily breathed his words across the heated, already dripping, flesh. "Please? Please what? Tell me what you want, Wes..."

Wesley gasped. Xander wanted him to speak? Now? He rallied his brain. "I-I want..." He looked down, eyes pleading. "You. Inside me... Please just... Touch me. Anything."

A blush spread across Wesley's face. He'd said it. Begged for it, anything. It felt liberating, letting go, giving up his careful control. Giving it up to someone he knew he could trust implicitly. He closed his eyes again and laid his head back, unable to stop little writhing motions.

"As you wish..." Xander chuckled and licked the head of Wesley's cock again. Standing abruptly, he pulled the ex-watcher to his feet, and chuckled at the confused stammer of the older man. "You got a bed in this place right?" Stroked the hard cock swiftly, "Well come on then... Point it out..."

Reeling, Wesley managed to gesture towards the bedroom. It was nearly impossible to think properly with Xander doing that. He let Xander lead him there, glad he hadn't put much furniture in the place. Standing quietly, surely Xander had stolen his voice, he waited to see what he was asked next. Head bowed slightly, trembling, with a small smile playing on his lips.

With gentle purpose, Xander pushed Wesley toward the bed and sat him there. Kneeing in front of Wesley, Xander took the ex-watcher sneakers off. Slowly the socks were rolled off and pulled from Wesley's feet next... Already in his hands, Xander rubbed lightly one of Wesley's feet and leaned over to lick and nibble lightly at the insole. The squirm and muffled sounds it produced... Xander smiled wide, using his thumbs to firmly massage the underside of Wesley's captured foot.

"Ticklish?" And with a chuckle he continued his assault, nipping and suckling on toes, blowing across the wet digits on occasion to get Wesley to yelp. The other foot received a repeat of the process... Socks. Kiss. Nibble and Toes.

Wesley's begging was different now, mixed with helpless giggles. "Yes! V-very... ticklish... feet! Ohpleasestop!" He laughed, trying hard not to squirm away. So sweet, playful and... erotic in it's own way. "T-thank God.. Ah!... No demon's figured... Stopstop... That.. Out! This is categorically unfair!" He wheezed.

"Yup..." Xander agreed giving the last little piggie a good nip.

Xander couldn't seem to stop smiling, and for a moment thought it was odd that he thought that odd. Shaking his head, Xander grasped the edges of Wesley's jeans legs and pulled the pants slowly off. Pleased, he didn't have to ask Wesley to lift up and help. He stood and just looked at Wesley. Half sprawled on the bed. Wheezing with laughter. All that beautiful, white well formed skin available to his eyes. Pale in that not a vamp way, but Northern European way. How many years in California? And the man still didn't even have a hint of tan. Beautiful and flawless. Xander's smile softened as desire flooded him. He lost his pullover, and kicked off his sneakers untied. With a wicked grin, he glanced at Wesley and started undoing his jeans.

Wesley swallowed heavily, laughter silenced. Tanned skin was reveled, muscles no longer hidden. The loping, awkward child was long gone, replaced by a confident, strong man. His eyes drank in the sight, feeling suddenly too skinny, frail, pale and scarred to be with this perfect young American. He curled his right arm over his stomach, hiding the marks left by gun fire and Faith and watched, mesmerized, trapped in Xander's gaze.

Unzipping his jeans an inch or so, Xander stifled the giggle that threatened to emerge. He was gonna pop Wesley's eyes out, because he doubted the ex-watcher had ever seen his next trick. Shimming his hips, more to adjust things, though the effect was nice to, Xander waggled his eyebrows at Wesley a couple of times. Glancing toward a corner of the room, Xander started to whistle a little tune in mock nonchalance, his hands clasped behind his back. Slowly tilting his hips, his hard on pressed against the zipper forcing it open without any other help. Magic. Xander slyly glanced back at Wesley from under his lashes.

Wesley was glad he'd wrapped his arm across his stomach. He started giggling again. That had to have been the most absurd trick he'd ever seen. Almost like Xander knew he was starting to feel insecure, starting to... Well, brood. He felt like their positions had been reversed; Xander the adult, Wesley the youth. He giggled again, riding a wave of so many emotions now. Laughing seemed the safer one at the moment.

Xander look at Wesley and his jeans with a 'oh my how did that happen look', then skinned out of his pants and underwear with one smooth move, smiling broadly. "You should laugh more often, Wes. It totally lights up your face. So beautiful."

Crawling back onto the bed, he straddled Wesley's thighs and ran a callused hand over the firm abdomen fingering the scars there. "Not that you weren't before... You're pretty hot guy any which way, but kinda liking the flush. Very sexy."

There went the breath stealing again. That someone thought he was beautiful, sexy, that Xander did, was beyond him. "T-thank you." Wesley stammered out.

Well, that sounded bloody stupid! He finally let go of his stomach and let Xander have freer reign, goosebumps trailing up his flesh. Hands really moving at last, he trailed his fingers up Xander's thighs.

Leaning forward, Xander kissed Wesley lightly. "You're welcome..." The movement also just happened to bring their erections in to contact. ~Well fancy that... Oh Happy Hellmouth, that's sooooo nice.~ Xander breathed deeply in and let his fingers range over Wesley's body, stroking and caressing. "God, you feel so good..." He pressed his mouth to Wesley's in a deep kiss, moaning as he rubbed his cock against the other man's. Shifting, so that he could press himself more fully against Wesley, Xander rock in a slow tease, before breaking the kiss. "So how you wanna do this, Wes? Got a favorite position? Special request? Oh hey, you got stuff right? Gonna need some slick and condoms pretty soon."

"Want to see you, your face." Wesley gasped. "Other than that, whatever you want...Oohh." He pressed his hips up, feeling the tingles again. "I... Had... should still have some condoms and lubricant in the nightstand."

Products left over from his hopeful dating of Virginia. He'd never taken the time to throw them away, thank the Gods for that now. And thank them again for Xander still having a working brain.

Xander kissed Wesley hard and jerked his hips roughly against the ex-watcher's a couple of times, before he drew back and raised himself off the other man. "Okay. Face to face for the main event then..." Smiling, he rolled to the side and retrieved the necessary stuff from the nightstand. "But for the pregame show? You need to turn over, Wes." Xander made room on the bed and smiling patted the center, grabbing the pillows from the top of the bed. "Up and over."

Nostrils flaring, lust washing over him, Wesley rolled over and crawled up the bed. He gave Xander a smoldering look and draped himself over the pillows. They felt cool against his heated cock. He shifted a bit, savoring the feel on his skin. Eyes slitted, he looked at Xander and licked his suddenly dry lips. He wanted another of those bruising kisses, wanted to feel Xander's body on his again. Just wanted.

~Woah. Heated look there, Wes. Makes me wanna... Oh hey, gonna, but not yet.~ Xander smiled slowly unclenching his hands. What he wanted to do was flip Wesley over and fuck the hell out of him, but he managed to forestall that. ~Oh hey, self control. Who knew?~ He moved behind Wesley, spreading his thighs wider, while running his hands up and down the muscle patterns. Both hands found themselves on Wesley's buttocks, and he kneaded the cheeks like a happy cat. He was gonna make Wesley scream and beg, before he took him, and that thought almost made him harden to the point of pain. Parting the cheeks, he moved in and blew across the rosy pucker, before he flicked his tongue across it.

A shudder shot up Wesley's body. His hands fisted in the covers. He started to bite back his whimper, but let it out. Why should he hold back? He didn't live in the dormitories anymore. There wasn't anyone to hear him. Not anyone who mattered. Except Xander. It was a struggle to hold still, to not thrust back against that probing tongue. He managed it, barely, letting the shudder wrack him. Words rose to his lips, but those he choked down, they had no place here, not now, not probably ever.

~Yes! Whimper and a shudder. Now, let see if we can get a squirm and some moaning...~ Xander lapped at the edges of the sensitive pucker, darting back to the center with a careful flick of his tongue. Judging it to soon for actual penetration in this prolonged tease, he occasion ventured lower to suck on the back of Wesley's heavy sack. Slowly upward to suck and play with the other man's perineum, scraping the skin gingerly with his teeth, before traveling slowly back to start the tongue teasing of Wesley's hole again. The first time he'd ever done this, Xander though he was gonna hurl at the idea, but he had to admit the idea and practice were two different things. And it was just blockhead stupid to not to like something that could reduce a lover to inarticulate babbling. He might be slow, but he wasn't stupid.

~Bloody... Oh Hell...~ This went beyond Wesley's wildest imaginings, beyond his most rapacious fantasies. His mind, happily lost, went to a blur of television-like snow. His body, released by the blanking of his mind, writhed, thrusting down into the pillows. His mouth, disconnected from any rational portion left in his fuzz-filled brain, let out chokes and gasps of pleasure. Let out the occasional word, making no sense even if strung together. Xander's name, to be sure, was almost a chant between the begs. No one had taken the time to drive him insane with pleasure in so very long a time. He'd have to try to remember to thank the young man, if he ever got control of his brain again.

Caught between a giggle and moan, Xander found himself chuckling breathlessly. Completely pleased with himself and Wesley. This was the bestest idea he'd had in a loooooooong while... Wesley was magnificent. So sensitive. So beautiful lost to pleasure. No one had allowed him to take the time or the control to flex his erotic skills... Not in awhile. Wesley was a oasis amidst the dessert. And Xander was going to drink deeply.

Using his thumbs to spread Wesley's cheeks a little farther apart, he slowly pressed his tongue to the muscled ring, carefully working it inside while mouthing the skin outside with his lips. Working his tongue as well as he could in the tight channel, Xander performed the most intimate of French kisses, tongue fucking Wesley.

A strangled cry broke past Wesley's lips. His head snapped back as he clawed at the covers, eyes wide. Where, when, and how had Xander learned this? ~Stuff it! Doesn't matter! Bless American curiosity, if you must.~

Hips thrusting back involuntarily, he whined and panted. "Xander... God... please... I'm... " He was close, so close already, but didn't want to disappoint, didn't want this magnificent night to end too soon.

~You and me both!~ Xander sat back and lightly slapped Wesley's buttocks, panting. "Turn over."

Grabbing the condoms and lube, he tore a package open and gingerly rolled it down on to his cock. Flipping the lube open, he squirted some into a palm and applied it cold to his sheathed erection. He was close himself. Almost came just from Wesley's squirming and begging. A little cold distraction helped him gain back his control. He wanted this to be a long ride for both himself and Wesley.

Mewling a bit from the loss, Wesley turned over on shaking arms. And there was Xander, stroking lubricant onto his proudly jutting cock. His eyes traveled up along the dark run of hair, the taught stomach, the tanned chest, to rest on the dark eyes, lusty and mischievous. He felt a brief catch at his heart at those eyes. Again, it was something he shunted away, always too emotionally involved for his own good. Tonight was about pleasure and mutual gratification and he would take it as such. Wiping sweat out of his eyes, he positioned himself on the pillows again, spreading his knees wide.

For a moment, Xander couldn't breath. Wesley was spread out and waiting for him. A wet dream given flesh. So beautiful. Flawless alabaster skin flushed pink with desire and shiny with sweat, begging for his touch. Purple mountain majesty of a cock slick with precome, begging for his touch. Eyes so dilated and dark with passion, begging for him. Xander was stunned. This was so right, he almost couldn't believe it was happening. That Wesley would give him this... With a slow shuddery breath, Xander moved forward, running his hand down one thigh. A dream made flesh. He aligned his cock and started to push slowly inside Wesley, his gaze locked onto the other's face.

Wesley hissed, loving, as always, the burn of penetration. It probably made him weird and twisted, but it felt so damn good, knowing he was going to be filled. Coupled with the near reverent way Xander was looking at him, eyes fastened on his, and warmth blossomed along his body. He took the hand off his thigh and kissed the knuckles, flicking his tongue across the tiny, work made, scars there. His legs he brought up to hook around Xander's waist and pushed up on the cock working into his body. Oh yes, that was it. He smiled, dreamy and happy for the first time in a couple of weeks.

"Oh yeah..." Xander moaned out softly.

He smiled to match Wesley, and pushed in fully. Panting, he paused to breathed and balance himself on his arms. Hot and tight just didn't cover the sensation... Xander felt complete, as if he was coming home at last. Slowly and gently, he pulled out and thrust back shallowly, letting Wesley's body dictate the pace and depth of penetration.

"Oh God, Wes... You feel so good. Better than good... Perfect- You feel perfect."

Wesley's heart stuttered again. Perfect? He was perfect? Clearly, Xander had forgotten the insufferable prig he had been. Didn't know the outsider, loser he'd become. No one wanted to waste time on him, wanted him, told him he was perfect. Perfect was something he tried to be and failed. Perfect was something to fear, unobtainable.

"N-no..." He stammered out and reached up to pull Xander harshly to him. He devoured the Cupid's bow of a mouth, driving his tongue in and his hips up. Driving that wonderful cock into him and maybe his demons away.

Each burning thrust of his cock... Each tantalizing rock of Wesley hips took Xander deeper and deeper inside, until he could go no further. Joined in body and motion. Joined in desire and pleasure. It was perfect. Almost. Xander grabbed onto Wesley's hair in one hand, and his hip with the other. Harsh firm grips. Slowly, he pulled Wesley's head away, out of the kiss, to look into his eyes.

"No not quite perfect." He ground out as he used his other hand to control Wesley's hips. He started slamming into the other man, never breaking eye contact. "You haven't screamed for me yet."

Wesley froze. Xander's cock, his body, battered into him, bending him close to double. His dark eyes bored into Wesley's. His words echoed through Wesley's still off-line brain. His fingers burned marks on Wesley's hip, pulled delicious aches on his skull. He felt like he was being read and edited. Remade, maybe properly this time. Xander seemed to... Just... *Know* what he needed.

Hands clutching the strong arms holding him, Wesley did his best to keep up with the welcomingly brutal pace. Until he felt a nova of flame build inside. Xander's name fled his lips just how the younger man wanted. In a scream.

That was it. The signal flare. The checkered flag. Xander's ticket out of his rational mind and beyond thought. It was what he wanted and what he needed. It was fire out of control. Water with no sounding. Wind at mach 10,000. Formless and yet concrete in the form of the man beneath him. Calling to him. Calling him.

Eyes never wavering as his strokes began to falter, Xander welcomed the primordial rush with a howl of his own. "Wesssssssssssssss!"

Incomprehensible were the sounds, the screams, coming from Wesley. His nails scratched at Xander's arms as his orgasm rocketed out of him. He rode it, cresting higher and higher, until he crashed down to Earth. ~No! Too soon! I don't want this to end...~ Gasping, swallowing heavily, he twitched as aftershocks coursed through him. He could feel his eyes watering... they had to just be watering... And barely restrained himself from clutching the younger man to his chest.

"Xander..." He breathed, voice raw from the screams. He couldn't finish, unsure of what he would say.

From being merged in his senses to being oblivious... Deaf, dumb and blind to everything but the waves washing through him. Over him. Out of him. Out of control. Finally. Slowly. Gently, Xander was laid to rest back in his own brain. Body trembling and gasping for breath.

Carefully, he shifted and murmured into the skin beneath his mouth. "Okay, if that wasn't perfect... Then we've definitely-" Xander sluggishly raised his head, and saw the tears brimming in Wesley's eyes. "Wes? What- Did I hurt you?" Apprehensively, Xander brushed his thumb across the older man's cheek, cupping his face. ~No. Please tell me I didn't hurt you!~

"What? No. Oh no!" This time Wesley gave in and wrapped his arms around Xander, pulling him close. He pressed his face against that caressing hand. "I... just... It was perfect to me." He whispered, inwardly cursing himself for his weakness. "Thank you so much, Xander."

The grin threatened to split his face wide open. He shifted again so he could lean forward and kiss Wesley gently. "Thanks unnecessary. The perfect was mutual. " Kissed Wesley again. He couldn't seem to stop kissing the other man. ~Tastes to good. Feels to right.~ He sighed and looked at the other man ruefully. "And as much as I'd like to stay like this... Terminal crampage for both of us iminate."

Wesley sighed, smiling. "Yes, you're right. So before I turn into a pretzel, you'd better move. Just not too far away. I feel the urge to kiss you more."

"Well." Kiss. "I." Kiss. "Think." Kiss. "That's" Kiss. "Arrangible." Kiss.

Hoisting himself up on his arms, Xander pulled himself off and out of the other man, gingerly. He knotted the condom and in basketball form tossed it into the bedside garbage can. "Whoosh... Two points!"

He waggled his eyebrows at Wesley. Not giving the other man time to respond, he sighed exaggeratingly at the now stretched out Wesley. "Oh bad Xander. Made a mess. Better clean it up. Kissage delayed for Mr. Clean." With a wicked smile, he bent back over and started licking Wesley clean. "Did I mention how tasty you are?"

Wesley stretched his legs, listening to his tendons pop, and laughed. "I seem to remember... Oh, who am I kidding? I remember you howling my name and that's about bloody it."

He sat up and pulled Xander up next to him. He peppered Xander's face with kisses, stopping on his mouth. Slicking his tongue in, he tasted himself on his young lover's lips. "Seems you shorted out my brain." He whispered against them.

"Brain shortage?" Xander chuckled. "Seems epidemic... Testosterone linked maybe?" He kissed Wesley deeply, and pulled the older man into his arms. Only to break the kiss to yawn.

Settling back, eyes half lidded, he chuckled again and stroked Wesley's hair. "Ya know what one of the best things about the sex with another guy? Immediate sleep-age is taken as a complement..." Xander yawned again.

"Testosterone. Yes." Wesley yawned himself. He snuggled deep into Xander's arms, nuzzling the broad chest. "And ..*yawn*.. Sleep sounds wonderful." Warm, safe, sated and being petted, Wesley did't think there was any better way to end an evening. "Good night." He murmured, drifting off.

"Yeah..." Xander murmured. "Tomorrow..." Tomorrow was to far off to think about. If he could think, every muscle in his body and every brain cell in his head were in agreement. Sleep now. Think later. ~Warm. Comfy. Relaxed. All signs point to sleep. Okay, then.~ Eyes already closed, Xander kissed Wesley's forehead and mumbled, "Night."

*****

Wesley rolled over. He was slowly waking up. Waking up warm and more relaxed than he'd been in a week. And there was the cause. He smiled at the deep sleeping, lightly snoring form of Xander. Yes, he knew the young man would return to Sunnydale and his life this morning, but now... Now Wesley would spoil him just a bit.

He tossed aside the covers, pulled on a t-shirt and sweats and headed to the kitchen. Waffles and bacon. That sounded good.

"Hmmmm?" Xander rolled over his arm reaching for a warm body only to come up with mattress.

Eyes slowly, unwilling to let go of the last bits of sleep, opened and he looked around. And then he remembered. He was at Wesley's. No, not just at Wesley's... He was in Wesley's bed. He had sex with Wesley. No, correction again... He had had great, outta this world, mattress olympic medal winning sex with Wesley.

Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair, mumbling. "Okay, this could be awkward in sooooooo many ways. Muti-level awkwardness."

Then the thing that had disturbed his sleep hit again, wafting in from the other room. The smell of bacon frying. "Food. I get food? Ya know I've heard of the whole 'spend the night and get breakfast in the morning' thing, but... Wow. Okay, maybe not so much with the awkward."

He got up, grabbing his jeans from the floor, and slipped them on. Wandering into the next room scratching lightly at his stomach, he smiled shyly at the other man. "Morning."

"Good morning." Wesley said, his own smile as shy. "Coffee?" He asked, pointing to the full pot. Xander nodded and Wesley poured him a cup. "Cream in the fridge and sugar's right there if you'd like." He turned back to the stove. "How many waffles would you like?"

"Uhm, two please?" Xander started shoveling sugar into his coffee, then grabbed some cream. He caught Wesley watching him with an amused look. Straight faced, but eyes twinkling, he said. "Unlike my men, I prefer my coffee blond."

"Er..." Wesley felt the blush rising. He smiled broadly and shook his head, eyeing his own dark coffee. He saluted Xander with it and took a drink. "Two then." He poured the batter and flipped the bacon out with his other hand. "Shouldn't take but a moment. And now I think I know where you get your boundless energy. Half a bowl of sugar in your coffee." He winked over his shoulder.

"Nu huh! Only a third... Max." Xander protested. Sipping his coffee, Xander smacked his lips loudly. "Hmmm sugary caffeine goodness." He pulled out a chair, and hesitated. "Uhm, is there something I can do to help? Should do? Not really sure of the etiquette, here.."

"Grab some plates and utensils? We're almost ready here." Wesley shuffled waffles and bacon around on a platter. "Oh, get the butter too, please."

He took the platter over to the small dining nook table. As pleasant as this was, he knew they were avoiding the inevitable `morning after' talk. Maybe they didn't need it. Maybe they knew each other well enough to take last night for what it was. ~And maybe Angel will be singing showtunes with Lorne when I go to the office.~

Xander shuffled around the kitchen, poking through cupboards and drawers, gathering the plate settings for two. Snagged the butter, and set the table. It was nice. Puttering around while Wesley cooked. The phone rang, loudly cutting through the pleasant domesticity of the kitchen.

"Bugger." Wesley swore quietly. He gestured for Xander to go ahead and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Wesley? This Anya. Is Xander there?"

Wesley shut his eyes for a second. Reality had just come crashing down. "Er, yes. Hold on a moment." He turned and held the phone out to Xander. "Anya." The name had a tough trip out of his very dry mouth.

"Oh fuck..." Xander sighed.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and decided against trying to run for the door, and took the phone. "An? Hey. Yes, I'm still here. Well- Okay, yeah. It was late, and I had a couple of beers... Yeah, I should have called anyway. That was wrong. Sorry. Huh, no. Uhm, later. Yeah. Yeah. I know." He turned away from Wesley, embarrassed. "Yeah... Love you to.. Bye."

Silently, he hung up the phone, and turned back around. With a sickly smile, he clapped his hands together. "So... Food?" ~Oh yeah, denial just ain't a river in Egypt. Nope, it a country all it's own, and I'm king.~

Suddenly, Wesley didn't feel hungry anymore. But he didn't have to go home and face a fiancee. He returned Xander's smile with a weak one of his own. "Yes, by all means, let's eat."

He walked to the table, built for two, what delicious irony. ~I never should have kissed him and put him in this predicament. He doesn't have to say a word to her, but he'll feel terrible none the less. If he's anything like what I remember.~

"Xander... I-I'm... " He trailed off, once more unsure of what to say. ~If it's not a lecture on demons, I am speechless. Idiot.~

"I really hope you're not gonna tell me you're sorry. Cause that would really suck right now..." Xander looked away. ~Maybe. Maybe, it's time to renounce my crown...~ He sat down at his place, and looked Wesley straight in the eye. "Cause I'm not. Not sorry."

Wesley had a hard time holding that direct gaze. "I was. But not about last night." He said quickly. "I don't regret what happened at all. I'm just sorry for any trouble it might cause you."

"Don't be. I could of said no. Believe it or not- I do know how." Xander smiled ruefully, and took a sip of his coffee. "I really wish I could remember a time I didn't have trouble at home." He sighed. "I do lover her, ya know? I just don't think it's the marry kinda love. And the funny thing, I know she knows that, and pretty sure she feels the same way." He stared into his coffee.

"Well, this might not be my place, but why are you getting married then?" Wesley asked, head cocked.

"Loneliness. Comfort. Fear. Relief. Cause it's what we're suppose to do?" Xander shook his head. "Pick one. I don't really remember anymore. Especially since I don't think we are... Gonna get married that is."

He looked at Wesley and held up his hand. "And before you feel responsible... Stop. Last night really had nothing to do with it. We've been heading for breakup-ville for months now." He put his hand down and took another sip of coffee.

It was true. After they announce their engagement, thing went from bad to worse. He and Anya fought constantly about everything. 'How was your day?' was grounds for a three hour screaming match... The only time they didn't fight was during sex, and lately that even seemed like a grudge match.

"I'm miserable. Anya's miserable. We are soooooooo past the point of needing to talk."

Wesley nodded, brow furrowed in `Wesley thinks heavy thoughts' mode. "No, I don't feel responsible. Even if I did, what you said took care of that." He shook his head. "Look, I know a little bit about doing something you think you're supposed to do. You will be miserable everytime if it isn't something you *want* as well. You already are. And marriage isn't something you just..." He waved a hand. "Do for the sake of doing."

His parents did just that, married because they thought that was the next step. One more thing for the two, then young, Watchers to do. Their lives had been cold and terrible, and it reflected back on him.

"I know... I know. Just got to look at the old parental units to know that. " Xander looked away, and said softly. "I don't want to end up hating Ahn. Not like my mom and dad. I don't want that." Clearing his throat, he turned his gaze back and picked up his cup. "When I get back, she and I are gonna talk... I just hope we can stay friends, or at least she leave me with all my original parts..."

"Hmm mine as well." Wesley murmured. "God forbid there would be children...." He shook his head. Now was not the time for a bad childhood tale. "Yes, talk to her. I don't guess it will be easy, but you can't continue like that." He smiled softly. "And I know I'm not one of your close friends, but if you need anything, you can feel free to call." ~Or come up. Oh, really, Wesley, please try not to wear your heart on your sleeve this time. Enjoy the ride, remember?~

"No, easy is not in the near forecast for that conversation..." Xander shook his head and sighed. "Wes, I'm not going to call you to talk about Anya. And it has nothing to do with the fact that we're not close friends." He looked at the older man a little apprehensively. "Wes, can I ask you something?"

Wesley frowned a bit. "Yes, of course. Ask away."

"Did you have fun last night? I mean before the sex..."

Wesley relaxed. "Yes I did. More than I've had in a long time. Er, did you?"

"Yeah. Me too. Yeah, I mean I did too. And if I survive my breakup with Anya, I was wondering..." Xander paused and licked his suddenly dry lips nervously. "Can I see you again? I mean do the actual dating and getting to know you kinda deal?"

"Oh." Wesley breathed, eyes wide. "Y-yes, I'd like that very much." ~If I don't have an aneurysm first.~

"Yeah? Cool." Xander smiled and bobbed his head a little, letting loose the huge breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "In that case, I think we forgot something..." He leaned over the small table and kissed Wesley gently. "Morning."

Wesley stroked the side of Xander's face. "Good morning." He placed his own small kiss to Xander's lips. "Now eat your waffles. They're getting cold." He waggled his eyebrows.

Xander picked up his fork, then mischievously winked at the older man. "Yes, dear."

The End