Dancing Queen
Pairing: X/Gr
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Answer to
night
stand after meeting at the bar in
they
meet up again in Sunnydale. There’s pretty much no plot here, just
some
sex and mushiness. Hope
that’s okay.
Spoilers: S4
Feedback: Would be nice.
A/N: I played with the time line a
bit. Xander
needed to be in his apartment
because
we all know that loud, gratuitous sex in your parents basement is not
nearly
as fun as loud gratuitous sex in your own apartment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As soon as
the door closed behind him, Graham wondered for the millionth time what the
hell had possessed him stop in
Stopping at
the bar for a beer he checked out the dancers currently working the room. He’d seen better, but then again you can’t be
picky when you’re a gay Marine smack dab in the middle of a ‘don’t ask, don’t
tell’ era.
Graham
circled the room twice looking for a prime spot to sit. He wanted to be noticed but not obvious. Spying a table just off center and to the
right Graham headed for it. Just as he
settled in, the overhead lights dimmed and the main stage lights went up.
All he could
see at this point was a shadow, but it looked damn good. The guy wasn’t one of the muscle bound
specimens he’d been exposed to since joining the service, but his body was firm
and solid.
Graham
leaned forward and squinted, trying to get a better look. The first strains of a familiar song
started. He couldn’t help but smile as
Carole Pope belted out her version of ‘High School Confidential.’
The
spotlights went up and Graham got his first good look at the guy he had just
decided to take home for the night.
Soft brown
hair fell in a mass of waves across a smooth forehead. Graham’s eyes were drawn to lean hips that
thrust and twisted to the driving rhythm.
Long tan fingers plucked dark nipples before sliding down and over the
bulge in the front of spandex pants.
Within
seconds the pants were gone. Lust, swift
and sure slammed through him. Graham
suddenly needed another drink. Blue eyes
followed every move with intense interest.
As soon as the song ended, Graham was at the bar asking about private
dances.
After
pulling a fifty from his wallet and dropping it on the bar, Graham was led
around the bar and to the left through a set of swinging doors. They told him room twelve with a wink and a
smile and left him on his own.
Graham’s
eyes scanned the room. A small portable
CD player was set up on a table in the corner.
Several wooden hardback chairs along with a love seat adorned the room. He’d be more comfortable on the small couch,
but he could only imagine what had gone on there. Settling into the chair he closed his eyes
and took a deep breath.
Hearing the soft snick of the door closing Graham opened his eyes. His gaze traveled the boy from head to
toe. He was even prettier up close. Perfect, flawless skin, prominent collarbone
that Graham desperately wanted to cover with open mouth kisses. Dark brown nipples hardened under his close
scrutiny. He was fucking beautiful and
Graham would do whatever he had to do to get him home.
Brown eyes
locked with his.
“Hi.”
Graham
watched the guy’s
“You okay?”
A nervous
laugh and a nod before words.
“Yeah,
fine. Just uh…”
“Name’s
Graham. Most people call me Gray.”
“Xander. I’ve never…I was only
supposed to fill in…I didn’t know—“
“Hey, it’s
okay. Just close your eyes and pretend
you’re on stage. You were amazing out
there.”
A smile and
blush was his only answer before he held up a CD and walked to the table.
Graham
noticed the tense set of Xander’s shoulders.
“Would it
help if I closed my eyes at first?”
“Yeah, it
might.”
As the first
strains of the slow sensual beat hit his ears, Graham’s eyes dropped
closed.
He felt the
soft touch of a hand on his shoulder.
“I think
you’re gonna have to open your eyes. How do I…”
Xander’s voice trailed off in a nervous
laugh. Graham couldn’t remember the last
time he’d been this turned on. If this
was an act, Xander played a damn good virgin.
Holding out
his hand he motioned for Xander to take it.
“Come here.”
Cool shaking
fingers landed in his palm. Graham
pulled Xander between his spread legs.
“We’re going
to break a few rules here. I’m not
supposed to touch you. You know that, right?”
Small nod.
“I think you
need me to at first, just to get you started, show you how it works.”
Another nod
had Graham running his hands up Xander’s chest to his
shoulders and down his arms. Lacing
their fingers together Graham pulled him closer.
“You’re
beautiful, but you don’t know that do you?”
Downcast
coffee colored eyes met his with a small smile and another blush.
“I want you
to move into my lap. Straddle me. I won’t move.
I’ll let you move at your own pace.”
Xander’s hands came down on Graham’s
shoulders as he lowered himself in the blonde’s lap. Graham couldn’t stop the hiss of breath as Xander settled fully onto him.
Immediately
alarmed, Xander’s eyes searched his.
“Are you…I
didn’t…”
“Fine.
I’m fine. You just…fuck, you feel so good.”
He heard the
hitch in Xander’s breath. Heard the sigh of pleasure from parted lips
as their hips shifted just slightly bringing their cocks into direct alignment.
“Can I…touch
you? That’s allowed, right?”
The
breathless whisper in his ear sent goose bumps down Graham’s arms.
“Anything
you want, Xander.
Anything.”
Tentative
hands traveled along his shoulders and down his arms. Graham watched with hungry eyes as Xander pulled his bottom lip into mouth. Fuck, this was going to be torture. He was so hard he ached.
After a few
minutes of slow, hesitant exploration Xander’s eyes
dropped closed and he lost himself in Graham and the music.
He could do this, he could sit here with his hands clenched into fists
and his body on fire and not touch. He
was US Marine for God’s sake, he could control himself. At least he could have until Xander’s lips closed around his ear and soft shy words
spilled out of his mouth.
“T-touch me.
Please, I need…I didn’t know I could feel this…didn’t know it would be
so good. Please, Gray, touch me.”
Graham’s
hands flew to Xander’s hair. Threading his fingers through thick brown
strands he pulled Xander’s mouth to his. Immediately Xander
opened under him, his tongue stroking Graham’s slowly.
The kiss was
hot, hard and hungry. Graham stroked
deeper into Xander’s mouth trying to touch every
crevice, every surface. Trying to make Xander as impossibly needy
as Graham had become. God, he had
never wanted anyone like this. Never
needed anyone like this.
Pulling
back, Graham ran his tongue along Xander’s jaw
reveling in the moans spilling from those perfect lips. Graham pulled hard on Xander’s
hair forcing his head back and exposing his neck.
Soft bites,
followed by long slow swipes of tongue had Xander
writhing on Graham’s lap. They were
giving a whole new meaning the word frottage as hips thrust hard seeking
friction.
Pounding on
the door startled them and Xander all but fell on his
ass scrambling back from Graham.
Eyes locked
and held as Graham stood.
“What time
are you off?”
“One.”
“Meet me.”
“Where?”
“Out front.”
“Okay.”
Graham
covered the inches between them in a few short steps and pulled Xander hard against him.
Their mouths melded in a rough kiss.
Without looking back Graham left the room and the club.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Xander’s hands were sweaty and his heart was
about to beat out of his chest. He
didn’t have to go. He could go out the
back and Graham would never know. But he
didn’t want to leave without Graham. He
wanted Graham. Wanted
him so much. Couldn’t
actually believe how much. It was
crazy, he was crazy. He liked
girls. At least he had until tall,
blonde and handsome had walked into his life.
When John
had told him he had to do a private dance he’d almost shit something. Dancing on stage with the lights in your face
so you couldn’t see the audience was one thing, but one on one was something
else.
When he had
opened the door and saw Graham sitting there, eye closed, body relaxed, Xander had felt something pull deep inside of him. Graham had said he was beautiful and it had
made him blush, but it was nothing compared to the perfection of the blonde
Adonis waiting for him.
Graham had
been gentle and slow and so damn hard when Xander had
sat in his lap. He’d done
that; he’d made Graham that hard. Made him want that much and it had turned Xander
on fiercely. Then he had gotten
caught up in the music and needed to feel those huge hands on his body.
When Graham
has asked to meet him he couldn’t say no.
Hot lust had still been running through his veins and he couldn’t even
think of saying no.
Taking a
deep breath and
steeling his nerves Xander walked out the front
door. The parking lot was still
full. He scanned the rows of cars and
trucks looking for Graham. Movement
caught his attention just to the left. Xander couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face
as he watched Graham lean against a deep blue jeep.
The lyrics
of the song he had danced to coming back to haunt him.
‘He drives a
loaded jeep
With seats
in the back
If you don’t
do him soon
You’ll have
a heart attack.’
And suddenly
the nerves were gone. He wanted this, he
wanted Graham and he was going to have it, everything was going to be just
fine.
The drive to
Graham’s hotel was short and silent.
Once inside Graham’s room, Xander let his bag
slide to the floor and met Graham halfway for a gentle kiss.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.
Just, uh, never done this before.”
“We won’t do
anything you don’t want. If you don’t
like something or if anything I do makes you uncomfortable, tell me. I want this to be good for you.”
Xander nodded his head and leaned into
Graham burying his face in the blonde’s neck.
God, he smelled good. Xander let his tongue out to trace a path along Graham’s
neck. As Xander’s
tongue ran circles around Graham’s neck, his hands traced the Marine’s back.
He heard
Graham moan, felt the tightening of his body as held back.
“You won’t
break me. I want you like you were
before.”
“God, Xander, I don’t want to scare you with how much I want
you.”
“You won’t,
just touch me.”
Before the
words were completely out of his mouth his clothes were already flying
off. He wanted to laugh. It felt good, so, so, good to have someone
want him like this. Driving need and hot
blood flowed through him. Every place
Graham touched set him aflame.
Without
realizing it Xander ended up naked, flat on his back
in the middle of the bed. Graham stood
over him, blue eyes blazing fire as they raked his body. His body tightened under Graham’s close
scrutiny, desire zinging down his spine at the predatory gleam in his eyes.
“You’re so
beautiful.”
“And you’re
overdressed.”
Graham
wasted no time in remedying the situation and soon Xander
found his body covered. Hot hands
touched him everywhere setting lights off behind his closed eyes.
A nipple was
licked and then pulled into a blazing mouth with hard suction. Xander was dying,
he knew it. Nothing could feel this good. Hard strokes of a tongue down his chest,
dipping into his belly button before sucking on the skin of his hip. Graham’s mouth was everywhere but where Xander needed it most.
“Please,
Gray.”
He could
feel Graham smile against him. Warm
breath tickled his balls just before searing heat and wetness engulfed
them. A long hard moan ripped from Xander’s chest when Graham’s tongue dipped into the
slit. Long slow stokes along the
underside. Concentrated
pressure just under the head.
Hard suction had his hips moving restlessly against the bed. With an audible pop Graham released him.
Xander felt hands at the back of his
thighs pushing his legs up and against his chest. Wetness stroked down his perineum making Xander whimper.
Light tiny flicks against his hole had Xander
squirming.
“Gray? What
are y—oh, oh, fuck that feels good.”
Xander’s back arched off the bed as Graham’s
tongue sank into his body. His mouth
opened and closed, words gone, coherent thought
scattered to the corners of the room.
Everything
in his body, in his mind was suddenly centered on Graham’s tongue working him
open, sliding in and out of him.
“God, Gray,
so good, so good. Don’t stop, please,
please.”
His hands
fisted in the sheets and his head whipped back and forth. Nothing had ever made him feel this
good. Nothing ever would. His hands ached from being clenched, his toes
tingled and his whole body was one big quivering mass of pure sensation.
Xander whimpered when too soon Graham
slipped free, then watched with hooded eyes as Graham
reached across the bed to the nightstand.
He couldn’t stop his body from trembling. Could hardly stand the ache
in his cock. Couldn’t remember a
time he had ever been so hard.
Pulling a
condom and a bottle of massage oil from the drawer, Graham settled back between
Xander’s thighs.
“You still
okay?”
“Yeah.
Just want you.”
At Graham’s
smile Xander’s heart melted. No one had ever been this open with him
before. No one had ever made him feel
like this. This burning in his body and
mind was all for Graham, all caused by Graham.
“Tell me if
I go too fast.”
Xander felt Graham’s slick finger tracing
his hole and although he tried not to, his body tensed. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he
willed his body to relax.
The first
slick slide didn’t hurt, just a full burning sensation. One finger was soon two and the stretch and
burn increased just shy of painful until Graham crooked his fingers.
“Holy fuck,
Gray.”
“You like
that?”
“God, yes.
D-do that again.”
Two fingers
became three and with every second thrust into his body Graham hit that magical
spot again driving Xander delirious.
His body was
a mass of raw nerves and he couldn’t get enough. He needed more and he needed it now.
“Please,
Gray, in me. Need you.”
Quickly
sliding on the condom and slicking himself Graham braced one hand next to Xander’s head and guided himself with the other.
Xander felt the blunt head of Graham’s
cock pushing against him and he had to force his body to still. This time there was pain and Xander sucked in a harsh breath.
“Breathe slow. That’s it, now
push out. Yeah, good. Keep that up, the pain will fade.”
Xander focused on Graham’s face. He watched pleasure and desire flit through
his eyes and by the time Graham was fully inside him the pain had started to
fade. Replacing it was a hot fullness Xander knew he would never get tired of.
With each
slow stroke out and then back in, Xander’s arousal
spiked. When Graham knocked against his prostrate his back arched and his blunt
nails clawed down Graham’s back. Fire
exploded behind his eyes and Xander honestly began to
think he was going to pass out from the pleasure coursing through him.
He had never
felt anything so amazing in his life and he never wanted it to end. His legs
came up around Graham’s waist pulling him in deeper, harder.
A hand
wormed between their bodies and teasing fingers played over the head of Xander’s cock. The
teasing soon turned into hard sharp twists in counter point to Graham’s
thrusts.
Xander could feel the build. Could feel the lighting
along his spine, curling his finger and toes. Could
feel the ache in the pit of stomach spread out along his arms and legs as his
balls draw up. Knows he’s
second’s away from coming but desperately tires to hold it off, not wanting
this to end.
Graham is
panting above him, watching him with eyes so sharp they could cut glass;
driving into him hard and deep and fast, all rhythm lost as the blinding
pleasure flows through them both.
“Come for
me, Xan.”
Xander watches with hot eyes as Graham’s
head goes back, neck arching, body shaking, his mouth open on a silent moan,
and knows he’s too far gone to stop now.
Couldn’t hold back if he had to. Screams Graham’s name as he
floods his stomach in hot pulses.
Feels
Graham’s body go rigid seconds before his head drops to Xander’s
shoulder, hips still thrusting slow and deep, drawing
it out for both of them before collapsing beside him.
Suddenly he’s
back in Graham’s arms, delicate kisses falling on his hair and face. Soft hands pulling him into
the cradle of muscular arms. Slow
strokes along his back have him drifting to sleep without his permission.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Graham racks
his brain trying to remember if sex had ever been that good before and he comes
up empty. And now he’s fucked because he
wants it again and again and again.
Wants to wake up this way every morning and there’s not a damn thing he
can do about it.
Doesn’t want
see the look in those beautiful eyes when he says he’s leaving. Who the hell is trying to kid, he doesn’t
want to leave. Not
now, not tomorrow, not next year.
He broke his number one rule, never get emotional.
Way to fuck
it up, Miller. Graham knew the plan
forming in his mind was awful and cruel but he couldn’t see a different way
out.
Carefully
extracting himself from under Xander, he dressed and
packed. Writing a note he left it on the
nightstand next to the lamp where Xander was sure to
see it.
With a soft
kiss to the forehead and one last look, Graham left shutting the door quietly
behind him.
He’s an ass
and he knows it. He didn’t want it to
end this way but there was no way he’d have been able to look into those eyes
and say good-bye. Maybe he’d be able to
make it back to
Graham
snorted at the thought. If the roles
were reversed he wouldn’t give the guy the time of day. It was a lost cause and he knew it and
Graham’s heart sank.
The Marine
in him told him to get the fuck over it.
The man in him knew he’d just left the best thing to ever come into his
life asleep and alone in a strange hotel room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Xander was moody, again. That’s what they were saying. He knew it.
But he couldn’t help it. He had
tried with Anya when she came back but it just wasn’t
the same. He didn’t want her. Every time he closed his eyes he was haunted
by broad shoulders and hot eyes.
After a few
days the anger had faded and depression had taken its place. He still had the note, tucked away in a
shoebox that never came off the shelf.
“So, you coming?”
“Huh.”
“We’re hitting
the bronze tonight to meet up with Buffy’s new beau and some of his
friends. Are you coming?”
“Sure, I
guess.”
“Xander, what’s wrong. You’ve been…non-Xander
like since you came back.”
“Nothing’s
wrong, just…you know, uh, tired.”
She touched
his face gently and Xander had to fight the urge to
lean into it; to lie his head on her shoulder like he
used to and just unload everything.
“You’d tell
me, wouldn’t you. I-if something was really wrong,
you’d tell me, right?”
Putting on
his happy face he smiled at her.
“Of course,
but there’s nothing to tell.”
Xander knew she wasn’t convinced but she
wouldn’t push.
“Okay. See you tonight.”
He nodded
and smiled. Once she was out of sight he
dropped the smile and hunched his shoulders.
Maybe he needed a night out.
Yeah, like the dozens of nights out since he got home had done any good.
What he
needed was…and no, he wasn’t going to think those thoughts.
Sighing, Xander started the long walk home to get ready for the
Bronze.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As soon as
the name fell from Buffy’s lips Graham needed a drink. It couldn’t be. His Xander and this
one couldn’t be the same person. Fuck,
what if it was? What the hell had Finn
gotten him into now? Finn hadn’t gotten
him into anything, your dick had, a voice in his head reminded him.
Graham was at the bar waiting for his drink when Xander
walked in. His knees went weak as his
mind was flooded with images. Images of Xander beneath him, moaning,
begging, coming all over both of them.
He couldn’t do this. He needed to
get out of here.
In slow
motion Graham saw Riley waving to him.
Saw Xander turn, saw the recognition. Oh, God, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move
as Xander stared at him. Pain and anger warred for domination in the brunette’s
eyes. Pain won. Damn.
He tried to get his legs to move as he watched Xander
tell Riley he’d get his own drink. Watched as stilted steps brought Xander
closer.
Watched
horrified as Xander struggled to get his emotions
under control and hidden away. No, he wanted to scream,
don’t hide from.
Xander leaned over the bar to order and
Graham couldn’t help but notice he was just this much thinner and weariness
ringed his eyes.
“I—“
“Don’t. Just don’t.
It was months ago. Just…just a fuck, right?”
Graham heard
the tremor in his voice. Head the
self-loathing, the insecurity. On it’s own violation his hand reached out.
“God,
Graham, don’t touch me. If you…I won’t be able to--.”
His words
stopped abruptly as he turned and headed straight for the bathroom. Graham couldn’t leave it like this. Setting his beer down on the bar he followed.
As soon as
he swung the door open Xander retreated to the other
side of the room.
Checking
under each stall, Graham approached Xander.
“I don’t
deserve a chance to explain, but I’d like one.”
He saw the
emotions in Xander break.
“A note,
Gray. You left me a fucking note. Do you know what that did to me? God, I’d never been with a guy before, never even
wanted to be with one…until you. And you
just, just left.”
“Please, let
me explain. Just give me that, if you
don’t want anything to do with me after that, fine, but just give me the chance
to explain.”
At Xander’s nod Graham turned the lock on the door.
“I didn’t
want to leave like that. I had to. If I had looked into your face and told you I
had to go I never would have left. I’m a
gay man in the military. What was I
supposed to do?”
“How about
tell me the truth.”
“The truth
is, it was the most amazing experience of my life and everything in me was
screaming to stay. Go AWOL. And that would have been fun. On the run with my male
lover from the fucking
“And now.”
“I’m still
in the military, not much has changed. I
want…it doesn’t matter what I want, you deserve better than what I can give
you.”
“I see.”
Xander’s head dropped and his hands twisted
together.
“You don’t
see. I want you. So much it’s killing me to be this close to
you and not touch you, but I can’t ask you to hide for me. That’s what it would be. We could be together behind closed doors but
never in public and neither of us could ever tell anyone. Not Buffy, not Riley, no one. You deserve so much better than that.”
Graham
watched as Xander came forward with halting steps
until there was barely any space between them.
“Touch me.”
“Xander.”
“Touch me,
Gray. Make me feel like that again,
please. I don’t think I care if we have
to hide. I just need you.”
“God, Xander. This is such
a bad idea. I’m gonna
hurt you and it’s all going to end so badly and you deserve so much—“
“Shut up and
kiss me.”
Graham
couldn’t stop the groan at the sound of Xander’s
breathless plea. Closing the small space
between them, Graham pulled Xander into his arms and
took his mouth fast and hard.
He could
hear Xander moaning under him and Graham couldn’t
think of any sound on earth that was better.
Desire fired his blood and made him instantly, achingly hard.
Xander’s hips worked frantically against his. Sucking kisses landed on every inch of free
skin. Hands clawed, caressed and
clutched.
This, this
is what Graham had been missing. What he
had needed as much as he needed oxygen.
His entire world centered around the squirming
body in his arms.
He felt
hands at his belt. Trembling fingers
brushed against Graham’s enclosed cock and he threw his head back on long low
moan. Opening his eyes Graham took in
the ceiling and the stalls.
Realization dawned bringing reality crashing down.
“Not here.”
“Yes,
here. Now.”
Xander dropped to his knees, hands
fumbling with button and zipper.
“No, it’s…”
He could
hear the frustrated breath Xander released.
“You’re killin’ me here, Gray.
I want you and at this point, we could be in the middle of the tundra
for all I care.”
Graham
clasped Xander’s shoulders and pulled him up and into
his arms.
“I
know. I just want it to be better than
this place.”
“Okay, you
win. Follow me to my place. I’ll meet you in the parking lot in twenty
minutes.”
With a final
kiss Xander left him alone. Looking at his watch he knew he’d have just
enough time to blow smoke up Finn’s ass and get the hell out of there.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It had been
two weeks. Two weeks
since they had taken Adam down.
Two weeks since he’d last seen Graham being herded into a military
transport headed out of town.
Graham had
said he would call as soon as he could but Riley had been back for almost a
week now and still no word from Graham. Xander had passed worried about three exits back and was
steadily moving onto the depressed freeway.
The worst
part was he couldn’t tell the gang what had him on edge. Worse this time than the
last because of how deeply he cared for the Marine. Xander could
clearly recall every night they had spent together. He could picture every stolen kiss, every
whispered word.
Graham had
taken to spending the night every other day and Xander
missed waking up next to him. Xander sighed, staring into his coffee, thinking about
Graham wasn’t getting his bathroom cleaned.
After
scrubbing practically every surface he could think of, there was nothing left
to do until Buffy, Riley and
A knock on
the door startled him. Checking his
watch he realized it was probably
The sight on
the other side of the door had his knees shaking and moisture forming in his
eyes.
“Hi.”
Xander launched himself at Graham. Wrapping his arms around a strong waist, Xander nuzzled Graham’s neck and clung tightly.
“You’re
here.”
“Yeah.
Sorry it took so long.”
“I don’t
care how long it took. How long can you
stay?”
Xander felt himself being propelled backward into his
apartment. A slight blush stained his
cheeks at the thirteen-year-old girl display of affection he just heaped upon
Graham.
“Well, uh,
there’s a little catch with that.”
Xander’s heart dropped. Turning his back and walking to the couch, he
sat and prepared himself for the speech.
He had wondered how long it would take for Graham to get tired of
him. For him to move
on. For his career to take him
places Xander could never even hope to see.
The couch
shifted beside him as Graham sat.
“I’m
out. I left the Marines. I was hoping that I hadn’t worn out my
welcome here.”
Xander sat stunned staring open-mouthed.
“What?”
“I’m in love
with you.”
Xander knew he was supposed to say
something here but words escaped him.
Graham was in love with him. Holy
shit, Graham loved him, him, Xander Harris.
“Xan, could
you say something. I just kinda laid it all out there and you’re not samng—“
Graham never
got a chance to finish his sentence. Xander was all over him in ten seconds flat. Words were unnecessary and inadequate when Xander’s mouth and body could show him in a much better way
just how he felt.
Xander’s hands flew over Graham’s clothes,
each piece falling away lighting quick.
Naked, he needed Graham naked.
Within minutes Graham lay prone and bare beneath Xander’s
needy gaze.
Without any
finesse he took Graham’s cock fully into his mouth. Lips closed around the head and sucked hard,
drawing out precious drop of pre-ejaculate.
God, he had missed this. Missed
the feel and taste of Graham on his tongue.
Missed the sharply indrawn breaths and gasps as he
pulled Graham to the back of his throat and swallowed convulsively.
Graham tried
to protest as Xander pulled back. Taking his hand, Xander
led him to the bedroom.
“As much as
I want to taste you, I need you in me.
It’s been too long.”
He watched
in satisfaction as blue eyes narrowed in need.
Rough, shaking hands removed his clothes. Crawling across the bed Xander
grabbed the oil off the nightstand and tossed it to Graham.
Xander knew there weren’t going to be any
sweet caresses. There wasn’t going to be
any long foreplay session. It was going
to be hard and fast and desperate and Xander didn’t
want it any other way. He needed Graham
to take him. Needed
Graham to lay claim to his body as surely as he had Xander’s
soul.
Positioning
himself on hands and knees he waited.
Breath coming in anticipatory pants as arousal continued to spike with
each second.
He watched
as Graham lay down next to him.
“No. I want you to ride me.”
“Fuck,
Gray.”
He felt
Graham pressing the oil into his hand.
“I want to
watch you get yourself ready.”
Oh, God, Xander was going to die from the heat rising in his
body. His hands shook as he poured oil
over his fingers and reached behind himself.
With the first finger his eyes fell closed and his breath rasped out on
a moan.
“Did you do
this, Xander?
Did you fuck yourself while I was gone, imaging it was me? Thinking about my cock in your ass?”
“Yes.”
Almost
breathless now as two fingers reached deep and stroked against his
prostrate.
“Fuck
yourself for me. Feels good doesn’t
it? So hot and tight
inside. Almost kills me when I’m
inside you. Feels so
fucking good. Add another finger,
baby.”
“Can’t…too
close. Need you, please, Graham.”
“Yeah, God, Xander, you’re so beautiful like this. C’mere.”
Xander scrambled to straddle Graham’s
hips. He couldn’t wait any longer. With only a few quick strokes to slick
Graham, Xander settled himself
and took Graham into his body with one fast downward plunge.
“Shit, Xan, don’t move.
Don’t move or it’s gonna be over.”
Hands
clenched on Xander’s hips holding him in place. Xander struggled to
stay still. He knew he was whimpering
and he couldn’t care.
The first
hard push of Graham’s hips drove a raspy scream from Xander’s
throat. Xander
picked up the slow rhythm and tired to push it harder, faster. Tried to make it what he needed, what he
craved.
“More.”
Hips snapped
and the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh filled the room. There was no rhythm, no finesse, just burning
need spiraling out of control. He was so
close Xander could almost taste it. Could see it behind his
eyes as his body strained for it.
Graham’s name fell from his lips in a steady chant.
With the
first touch on his cock, his head fell back, his back arched, his hands
scrabbled for purchase on the hard thighs behind him as his hips slammed down
again and again.
Two strokes
and he was gone; flying, fireworks shooting in his
brain as he came hard.
Before the
shakes had stopped Graham grasped him around the waist and rolled them.
The deep
almost brutal force with which Graham was driving into him prolonged Xander’s orgasm as rough hits landed one right after
another against his prostrate.
Seconds
later Graham’s body tightened and a low moan escaped his mouth as he emptied
himself inside Xander’s body.
Soothing
strokes traced Graham’s spine as his breathing slowed. The happiness inside Xander
bubbled forth in barely restrained laughter.
Graham had come back to him, had chosen him and Xander
was ecstatic
“I love you,
Gray.”
Graham’s
eyes sparked as he looked up. With a
soft kiss, Xander knew he’d finally found what he had
been looking for.
“Does this
mean we can tell people now?”
“We can
shout it from the rooftops if it’ll make you happy.”
“That’s
good, ‘cause, uh, well they’re going to be here in
about twenty minutes.”
Rolling to
his side Graham draped his arm across Xander’s
stomach.
“They?”
“Buffy,
Riley and
“So, how about
a shower?”
Xander smiled. His life had just taken a turn for the
better. Excitement streamed through him
as Graham followed him to the bathroom.
Life was good.
~finis~