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.
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.