The Long Way Home

 

What a day.  First two of my guys call in sick, then the shipment of siding we were expecting ends up dumped over on the freeway, then I just about cut my fingers off with the jig.

 

All I want is a hot shower, a beer and damn it I wasn't going to think about him.  I want Graham. 

 

I glance at the computer set up in the corner of the living room.  It's been three weeks since I checked my mail and Spike's probably having a coronary.  He's the one who made me get the computer in the first place.  I smile a little remembering his speech.  He wanted details of my new love life.  Said he didn't go to all that work so I could hide it away. 

 

The others don't know we stay in touch, they wouldn't get it, hell sometimes I still don't get it, but I can call him a friend now.  I e-mailed him after Graham left. Poured out my heart is more like it and amazingly enough he didn't laugh, or at least if he did he didn't tell me about it.  He told me I should go for it.  Find a way to get a hold of him and just go for it.  Yeah, easier said than done.  I can imagine how pissed he was after that kiss.

 

I kick off my shoes and head for the shower.  After spending what seemed like hours wiping away the dust and grime from the site I pull on a pair of sweats and sit down in front the computer.

 

After logging onto AOL I check my mail.  I was right, six from Spike, the last one headed 'Harris where the fuck are you!'  I quickly delete the junk and am left with the ones from Spike and one from 'grayeagle26'.  Not knowing what to expect I open it.  My heart stops as I read the first few lines before scrolling quickly down to see his signature.  I can't stop the smile from spreading across my face as I read.

 

     Xander,

 

     I don't know where to start.  All I know is that from the second I 

     left you I wanted to turn around and come back.  Every instinct I had 

     was screaming at me not to get on that chopper.  I don't know where to 

     go from here.  You're all I think about, you're everything I want that

     I never thought I could have.  I'm leaving the Corp in six months. 

     I'm not re-enlisting.  I want to come back to you, find out if this is

     real, find out if we can make a go of it.  I don't have any right to

     ask you to wait for me, I know that, but I'm asking anyway.  I get

     leave for Christmas in two months, I'd like to spend it with you.

     Again I know I don't have any right to ask.  I'm on AIM every night

     from eight to eleven your time, screen name is the same as the e-mail. 

     If I don't hear from you I'll know I fucked it up and you won't hear

     from me again, but I hope that's not the case.

 

    Thinking of you,

    Graham.

 

I save and close the e-mail quickly opening AIM.  My hands are shaking and it takes me two tries to log on.  I enter his screen name to see if he's on line.  When it flashes that he is I have to get up and walk around the living room twice before I settle down.  He wants me.  He wants to spend his leave with me, he wants to leave the Corp for me.  Oh God, what if I'm not good enough?  What if he gets here and sees how completely idiotic I can be?  What if he doesn't?

 

I type in his screen name and just one word 'Hi' before clicking send and waiting.  I close my eyes taking in several deep breaths.  The sound of chimes startles me.  I open my eyes and realize it's all there in front of me.  My future.

 

   grayeagle26:  Xander?

 

   baddiesbegone8:  Yeah.  Sorry it took so long to answer.  Haven't 

   checked my mail in weeks.

 

   grayeagle26:  It's okay.  How are you?

 

   baddiesbegone8:  Much better now.  How are you?

 

   grayeagle26:  Same as you, much better now. Bad day?

 

   baddiesbegone8:  Yeah, nearly lost a few fingers.  About your e-mail, do

   you still want to come out here for Christmas?

 

   grayeagle26:  More than you know. 

 

   baddiesbegone8:  I think I'm pretty sure I know.  So you coming via

   airport or you just gonna have a chopper drop you off in my parking lot?

 

   grayeagle26:  LOL.  Airport.  Are you sure? 

 

   baddiesbegone8:  More than sure.  I want to see you again.  I haven't

   been able to think about anything else since you left.  I was worried

   you'd be upset about the whole kiss thing in front of everyone.

 

   grayeagle26:  Shocked, surprised, elated.  Definitely.  Upset.  No.  You

   know Riley will keep his big mouth shut and the pilots.  Well they've

   been at it for years so, no trouble there.  How did Buffy take it?

 

   baddiesbegone8:  Surprising well.  Or at least as well as she could with

   her mouth hanging open the whole way home.  Seriously though, everyone's 

   been pretty great about it.  They wanted details though and I didn't

   have a whole lot of them to give.  I expect you to fix that when you get

   here.

 

   grayeagle26: What kind of details are you looking for?

 

   baddiesbegone8:  Juicy ones.

 

Did I really just type that and am I really contemplating cyber sex with Graham.  Oh hell yes.

 

   grayeagle26: Uh...okay.

 

Shit now he's freaked.

 

   baddiesbegone8:  I'm teasing you.  We don't have to...if you don't want.

 

   grayeagle26:  If I don't want?  Are you kidding me?  I wake up every

   morning pulled out of dreams about you.  I just...I don't want to push

   you.

 

   baddiesbegone8:  Dreams?  Tell me.

 

   grayeagle26:  Okay, just remember you asked for it.

 

   baddiesbegone8:  I'll beg for it if you'd prefer.

 

   grayeagle26:  Fuck, Xander don't do that.  I'm at a public terminal

   here.

 

   baddiesbegone8:  Really.  So, if I told you that every morning in the

   shower I come to pictures of you behind me, hot and hard inside of me,

   slamming into me while you jack me off, that would be a bad thing.

 

I ease my sweats down just enough to free my cock.  The images making me swell to painful hardness.  Still no answer so I continue.

 

   baddiesbegone8:  What if I told you that right now I'm typing one

   handed.  The other hand being occupied by my dick.  Soft slow strokes

   that keep me constantly aroused but not enough friction to come.

 

His reply pops up and suddenly I'm wishing I hadn't started this.  He plays just as dirty as I do.

 

   grayeagle26:  I'll make you beg.  I'll make you beg so loud the

   neighbors will have to get earplugs.  God, I want you.  I want to be

   inside you, filling you, feel you tight around me, squeezing me.  I want

   to taste you, your cock in my mouth, the taste of you sliding along my

   tongue as I milk you.  But I want the same from you.  I want you fucking

   me so hard I think I'm going to split open.  I want to watch your back

   arch in pleasure when I slide into you.  I want you to scream my name

   when you come.  I want it all Xander, everything you'll give me. 

   Everything you'll let me take.

 

I let my fingers play along my cock as I read.  The pictures he paints are so vivid in my mind.  I want it, all of it, all of him.

 

  baddiesbegone8:  Graham, I want you so much.  December is too far away. 

  I need you.

 

  grayeagle26:  Month and a half is all we've got left.  I hate to go but

  lights out in ten.  I miss you, I want you and I need you.  Talk

  tomorrow?

 

  baddiesbegone8:  Definitely tomorrow.  Good night.

 

  grayeagle26: Night.

 

I watch with unhappiness as he signs off.  Pulling my pants back up I ignore the raging hard on and answer Spike's e-mail.  I tell him the good news and how nervous I am.  I look at the calendar and sigh.  December is definitely too far off.

 

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I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my life.  God knows why, we've had phone sex, cyber sex, everything but the real thing and in less than two hours his plane will be here.  I have to leave for the airport in half and hour and I wonder if my hands will stop shaking long enough to drive.

 

I've cleaned and shopped and stocked the refrigerator and now all I can do is wait.  Willow volunteered to come with me.  I didn't think it was a good idea.  I don't know what the scene is going to be when he gets here but I know what I want it to be and I just can't picture Willow there to witness it.  I jump at the knock on the door.

 

I'm faced with a fed-ex delivery guy.  After signing for the package I close the door and sit on the living floor to open it. There's a card on top and I instantly recognize the handwriting.  Spike.  Smiling I open the card.

 

    Xan,

      Just a few treats for you and your soldier.  Have fun, pet, you 

      deserve it.

   Spike

 

Pulling two medium sized bags from the box I empty one on the floor.  Oh my God.  I'm gonna kill him.  I'm surrounded by half a dozen tubes of lube, all scented and flavored and four boxes of condoms.  Two of which come with small little bumps.  All are in neon, glow in the dark colors.  I'm afraid to see what's in the other bag.  

 

Dumping the other bag out I shift through the contents.  Three sets of anal beads, a stainless steel slim-line vibrator, hand-cuffs, nipple clamps, cock rings, two butt plugs and an assortment of dildos.  I empty the peanuts from the box into the trash and slowly put my new toys back inside the box after examining each one.  Maybe I won't kill him.

 

An idea comes over me and although I know I'm going to regret it I take one tube of lube and one of the plugs with me to the bathroom.  Folding my pants and lying them on the sink I lube two fingers and gently ease them inside my body.  I think about Graham doing this exact same thing and I moan.  After spending several minutes stretching myself I lube the plug and slide it home. 

 

Wow, that feels weird.  Good, but weird.  I test it out by taking a few steps.  Desire shots through me at the friction it causes.  Pulling my pants back on I have to grab onto the counter when my pants are finally fully in place.  Oh, fuck that feels good.  I manage to put my toys away and clear away the trash without coming in my pants. 

 

I hope to God that I can drive to the airport without getting into an accident.  And I can't wait to see the look on Grahams face when he realizes what I've done.

 

 

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