The Long Way Home

 

Jesus, Miller, calm down.  My hands are shaking, not to mention sweating and the stewardess must think I'm nuts.  I didn't mean to snap at her but damn, we were late taking off now we're going to be late getting in and damn it I want to see Xander.

 

I realize I sound like a three year old.  Settling back against my seat I sigh in relief when I hear the captain say that we're on approach.  Just a few more minutes and he'll be in my arms.  I don't care who's watching he is going to be in my arms.  As soon as we're cleared to get up I'm out of my seat and practically running down the isle, almost knocking people down in my haste.

 

I'm stopped behind an elderly couple trying to get their bags out of the overhead.  I reach up and tug the bags out handing them down.  The couple smiles at me and I calm just a bit.  It's only a few more minutes now and I can be patient.  He's meeting me in baggage claim since he can't get to the terminals without a ticket, but that's just as well. This way I can back him against a wall out of the way of prying eyes.

 

I take the escalator steps two at a time. My head swings in every direction and finally I see him.  I suck in a breath at his appearance.  He's wearing a soft black sweater that forms to his body.  His normally baggy jeans are gone replaced by a pair that leaves little to the imagination.  Arms spread out on the back of the empty seats next to him, head resting on his own seat back.  My gaze rakes across him again and I catch a very subtle shifting of his hips.  And that's when I realize he's hard.  I zero in on his chest and notice his breathing is irregular.  He can't be asleep can he?

 

He must have felt my eyes on him.  His head comes up slowly, his eyes opening even slower.  I'm struck dumb by the fire blazing in his eyes as they meet mine.  I see his hips shift again and I watch as his eyes roll up and he bites his bottom lip.  What the hell?

 

Standing slowly he walks toward me. Grabbing my arm he pulls me into the hallway leading to the bathroom.  Once inside the bathroom he shoves me into a stall and slams the door plastering his back against it.  He grabs my shirt and pulls me hard against him. Opening his mouth on a silent moan he grinds his hips against mine.  Fuck, he's so hard it's got to hurt.

 

"Xander what-"

 

He nuzzles my neck with his lips.  His tongue traces my jugular up to my earlobe.

 

"I've done something really stupid, Gray.  I planned a surprise for you and it back fired."

 

The sound of his voice dripping with need makes my knees weak.  

 

"I didn't know.  I didn't know it would feel this good.  I didn't know that each time I thought about you my muscles would clench pulling it even deeper inside."

 

I'm beginning to get the idea.

 

"Xan, what did you do?"

 

He pants harder as I thrust my hips against his.

 

"Plug.  God, Graham, please.  I've been on the edge for over an hour.  I know this...this isn't how we wanted it, but I can't...oh fuck, Gray, make me come, please."

 

I pull my body back so that just our foreheads are still touching.

 

"I don't think so."

 

I take his lips roughly with mine.  The thought of him hot and hard for me, teetering on the edge of orgasm drives me crazy.  But he's not getting off that easy, and not in some airport bathroom.  I sweep his mouth with my tongue before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and nibbling gently.  I trail kisses along his jaw to his ear, circling the shell with my tongue before speaking.

 

"Sorry, Xan.  The thing is, I don't want you to come until you're naked, writhing under me with your cock in my mouth and my fingers inside you instead of that plug."

 

"Graham."

 

My name is a whine on his lips.  His body follows mine as I back further into the stall.  I shake my head at him as he reaches for me.

 

"I don't know if I can make it, Gray.  God, I'm so close."

 

"You'll make it."

 

He pulls the door in and walks out and I follow closely behind.  We stop at the carousal and wait for my bags to come by.  I've probably missed them twice by now.  After ten minutes I finally see them coming.  Grabbing the two duffels I turn back to Xander. 

 

Once outside the airport he all but begs me to drive.  Says there's no way he can.  I hear his hiss of pleasure as he slides into the seat next to me.  I haven't let myself think too much about what's he done.  I'm terrified that if I do we'll never make it home. 

 

I watch him from the corner of my eye on the way home.  Twice he's started stroking himself through his jeans and twice I've stopped him.  He's desperate to come and it's absolutely erotic.  His body writhes on the seat next to me, pushing his ass hard into the seat.  With each push of his hips a moan escapes him.  The sounds he's making are going straight to my cock.  I'm starting to wonder if I'm gonna make it home without coming all over myself.

 

The minute we stop in the parking lot outside of his building he's out the car and moving as fast as he can toward the door.  I stop to get my bags out of the trunk.  Suddenly he's behind me, spinning me around and closing the trunk.  Laying me back against the trunk he almost scales my body.  His lips latch onto mine sucking and pulling at my tongue. 

 

He grinds his hips hard against mine.  The friction of our erections rubbing against one another makes me pant.

 

He pulls back from me and grabs my arm.

 

"Later.  Get the bags later.  Bed.  Now."

 

His hand shakes as he fits the key into the lock.  Quickly pushing the door open and then slamming it shut he doesn't bother with lights before pulling me flush against him as he leans back against the door.  His mouth trails hot hard kisses along my neck and his hands pull my shirt out of my pants.

 

"Naked.  Now.  Gotta have you inside me."

 

Suddenly the lights flip on and five sets of eyes stare at us. 

 

I can feel Xander's face heating against my neck.

 

"Please tell me they're not there and they didn't just hear me say that."

 

"Uh...surprise?"

 

Xander pokes his head around my shoulder to look at Willow.  He groans softly as he bangs his head against the door.

 

Xander slides out from in front of me and looks at everyone gathered here.  Buffy and Willow are blushing furiously, while Dawn and Riley have self-satisfied smiles on their faces.  Giles is being Giles, polishing his glasses furiously and not looking anyone in the eye.  Replacing his glasses, Giles speaks first.

 

"Perhaps we should go."

 

I see Xander heave a sigh and I fall a little more in love with him knowing what he's going to do.

 

"No, stay.  You guys went to all this trouble.  Can't waste good food now can we?"

 

I watch him hug and thank everyone trying desperately to ignore the fact that he's got a piece of plastic up his ass.  Seeing him sneak towards the bathroom, I cut him off at the pass.

 

"Where do you think you're going?"

 

"Graham I have to get this thing out of me.  I can't sit around and have polite conversation when all I can think about is how to sit to get the right angle on my prostrate.  Once touch from you right now and I'd be coming all over the place."

 

I relent.

 

"Okay.  You need any help in there."

 

"God, you know I do, but do you want to be the one to tell them why?"

 

I shake my head, he starts to pull away and I swing him back to me.

 

"You're just taking it out right, you're not gonna..."

 

"No.  I'll save that for you."

 

"Good.  Five minutes, tops and then I'm coming in after you."

 

I watch him walk away and all I can think is 'am I ever going to get to take him to bed.’

 

Feeling a hand on my shoulder I turn and come to face to face with a grinning Riley Finn.

 

"I know I told you before but you made the right decision.  Every one here thinks so and I know Xander thinks so."

 

"I hope so Ri, because I don't think there's any way I could let him go now.  Hell I don't even know how I'm gonna get back on that plane next week."

 

"Look at it this way.  Once you get back, you've only got four months.  Plus two weeks worth of leave.  Work two months, take a week, work a month, take a week and then you're out, for good.  Back here with him."

 

"I never thought I'd ever look forward to my discharge but..."

 

I hear the door open behind me and I turn.  He's walking toward me and I'm struck again by how sexy he is.  I see Riley sliding away giving us privacy.  Xander stops in front of me and all I can think about is how much I want him.  His hand comes up to trace my lips.

 

"So what are the rules?"

 

Huh?  What the hell is he talking about?

 

"What rules?"

 

"The things we can't do in public rules?"

 

"Well, what are your rules?"

 

"Don't have any, except the whole naked in front of everyone.  I meant the kissing and touching?"

 

My heart flips when I realize he's thinking about protecting me.

 

"We're with friends and family, I don't think there need to be any."

 

"So I can do this whenever I want."

 

His hand runs up my arm, across my shoulder to the back of my neck.  Pulling my head forward he brushes his lips gently across mine before fusing our mouths together.  I open when I feel his tongue trace the seam of my lips.  Sighing my pleasure I let him lazily explore the inside of my mouth before chasing his tongue with mine. 

 

Pulling back I lay my forehead against his.

 

"Anytime, Xan, anywhere."

 

Smiling he twines his fingers with mine and we go back to the living room.  Looking at my watch I wonder how long they're going to be here and what I can do to get them to leave quicker.

 

 

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