The Long Way Home

 

I close the door behind Willow and send up a silent prayer that everyone is finally gone.  I didn't think they were ever going to leave.  Wills finally caught Graham looking at this watch for the thirtieth time and suddenly she was so tired she just had to get home, Buffy, Dawn and Riley in tow, followed closely by Giles.

 

I lock the door and turn to see Graham leaning against the wall.  His arms crossed against his chest, legs crossed at the ankles, all his weight placed upon his shoulder as he watches me.  God, he is amazing.

 

I feel my body start to shake.  Of course, now I'm gonna be nervous.  It couldn't have happened before I stuck a piece of plastic in my ass now could it?  I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  Before I open them I feel his hands burrow through my hair as he cups my face. 

 

"Xan, you okay?"

 

I lean into him and breath deeply.  The smell of him surrounds me and calms my nerves.

 

"Yeah I'm good."

 

His lips ghost over my face.  Soft, warms lips against my forehead, my eyelids, down my jaw.  His mouth brushes gently across mine.  The gentle pressure only makes me need more.  I angle my head gliding my tongue along his bottom lip.  When he opens for me I'm drowning.  The taste of him stealing through my body sets me on fire.  Warm, wet tongues sliding together, tasting, teasing, seeking. 

 

My hands twist in his shirt pulling him closer.  More.  I need more of him.  Frantically my hands slide around and down his back.  Tugging his shirt out of his pants I desperately seek warm flesh with my fingers.  Trailing my blunt fingernails down his back he arches into me. 

 

His mouth breaks from mine giving us both the chance to drag in much needed gulps of air.  Taking my hand he leads me to the couch.  Once there he motions for me to lie down.  He nudges one of my legs off the couch.  Kneeling between my spread legs he leans down bracing his hands on either side of my head.

 

His lips again find mine briefly before trailing along my jaw to my ear.  I feel his breath along my neck as he speaks.

 

"Do you know how incredibly sexy you are lying here like this?  Do you know what it does to me?  It makes me crazy.  I don't think I've ever been this hard in my life."

 

I close my eyes and arch into him as he trails open-mouthed kisses down my neck.  Suddenly his hands and body are gone and my eyes fly open.  He's kneeling between my legs again.  He reaches for me pulling me up to him.  His hands take the edge of my sweater and pull it over my head.

 

After tossing it behind the couch he gently pushes me down.  His hands settle on my chest.  The feel of his fingers ghosting along my skin causes me to shiver.  The light touches he’s giving me are not nearly enough.  I arch up into his touch as he circles my nipples desperately trying to deepen the touch.

 

My eyes fall closed as he leans into me.  His mouth settles along my neck, his lips open, his tongue sweeps across my skin.  My hands clutch his hips as he settles fully on top of me.  At the touch of his erection against mine, my hips surge up seeking friction.

 

As we rub together he moans into my shoulder.  His lips trail across my collarbone down my chest.  The hot wet glide of his tongue across my nipple sets my blood on fire.  My hands shift to his head pulling him tighter against me.

 

A moan leaves my mouth as his teeth bear down on the tight nub of flesh.  Trailing his lips across my chest he lavishes the other with the same stimulating treatment.  His mouth moves again, down the line of my stomach to my navel.  I watch through lust filled eyes as his tongue swirls around and in the indentation.  His mouth mimicking what our bodies are working toward.

 

His tongue glides along my waist where denim meets skin.  I watch him sit back on his heels, his hands coming to on the button of my jeans.  His eyes never leave mine as he pops the button and slides the zip down.  He strokes one hot finger down my covered cock.  My brain flashes the image of Spike doing the exact same thing and I realize suddenly that I forgot to tell him.

 

“Wait.”

 

His eyebrows rise as I close my pants and sit up.

 

“I have to tell you something.  I should have told you before, I was afraid, I still am, I mean you’re already here and I have to tell you.  I’ve watched what lies do and I can’t do that-“

 

“Xander, breathe.”

 

I take a deep breath and look at him.  What will I do if I lose him?  How can I live without this, without him? 

 

“I know it’s not kosher to talk about previous…encounters, but you have to know this.  Spike and I…he…we were together.” 

 

I watch the shock register on his face and my heart sinks a little further.

 

“You and Ho-Spike?”

 

I nod my head and he just stares at me.  I stand and start pacing, wishing I could take it all back.

 

“I’m sorry, I should have told you before you came.  I know that you don’t want to stay now, you…Buffy has a spare room, or Giles, you could go to either.  They’d understand, I mean they don’t know but you could just tell them that it’s not working out or something and then you could-“

 

I feel his arms come around me from behind and I’m stunned silent.

 

“Do you love him?”

 

“Not that way.  He’s my friend, I care for him, but not like that.  He’s in love with Angel and I’m…I’m falling in love with you.”

 

“That’s all that matters.”

 

He turns me to face him and I see the truth of it in his eyes.

 

“One more thing.  He’ll be here tomorrow.  He’s dropping off gifts for the others and I told him he could stay.  He’ll probably sleep most of the day and go back tomorrow night.”

 

“As long as he doesn’t try anything with you we’re good.”

 

I smile at the hint of possessiveness in his voice.  Nuzzling his neck I put his fears to rest.

 

“He won’t.  Not to mention you’re all I want.”

 

His hands drop to my ass I suck the skin of his neck into my mouth.  I start to pull back so as not to leave traces of where he’s been.  His hands bring my head back to the wet spot I’ve just left.  The hot sound of his voice drives reason from my mind.

 

“Mark me.”

 

I feel his body shudder as I suck hard using my teeth to bruise.  His head falls back and his body grinds against mine as a long harsh moan escapes him.

 

I walk him backwards to the bedroom, the urgency from minutes ago returning triple force.  His hands, my hands, it’s all a blur as we leave a trail of clothes behind us.  His knees hit the bed and he falls brining me down on top of him.  

 

He moves up the bed dragging me with him, our bodies in perfect alignment.  Our mouths crash together, tongues dueling.  I rise pulling my mouth from his and sit across his hips, his cock trapped beneath me.  Raking my blunt nails down his chest and stomach I watch as his body convulses under me.  I want him inside me and I can’t wait any longer.

 

I reach across the bed to the nightstand and yank open the drawer. Pulling one of the tubes of lube and a condom from inside I slide down until I’m straddling his thighs.  Heavy lidded blue eyes watch me as I flip the cap on the lube.  Coating my fingers I rise over him and twist my arms behind my back.

 

I hear his hiss of indrawn breath as I slide one finger slowly into my body.  Quickly it’s two, stretching myself sliding slickly over my prostrate.  I close my eyes in pleasure knowing that soon it will be Graham inside me. 

 

I hear the rip of foil and draw my fingers from my body.  Squeezing a bit more lube onto my finger I take his cock in my hand liberally coating the condom he’s already put in place. I move forward positioning him.  His hands land on my hips steadying me as I lower myself.

 

Slowly, inch by beautiful inch he slides into me and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full.  His eyes roll back and his teeth clench as he tries not to thrust allowing me adjust to him.  He’s beautiful, like a God laying there waiting for me to take my pleasure of him.

 

I rise slowly, his hands supporting me, until only the tip of him remains inside me before slamming back down forcefully.  I collapse onto his chest, the pleasure so intense I can’t move.

 

I squeeze my thighs against his side and wrap my arms around his neck.

 

“Roll us, Gray.”

 

His arms come around my back and with little effort he’s above me.  His hands grip my thighs, pulling them apart and pushing my legs higher.  The move causes him to slide deeper.  I feel his fingers digging into my skin and I watch him struggle for control.

 

“Please, Graham, please.”

 

His first two thrusts are gentle, the third a bit rougher, by the fourth he’s lost his control and he’s slamming into me, nailing my prostrate dead on each time.  My hips jerk trying to match his rhythm.  He reaches next to me and grabs a pillow shoving it under me and letting my legs lower around his waist. 

He leans over me, his lips seeking mine as he loses the frenzy.  He sets a slower rhythm and his mouth claims mine.  Our tongues, tracing and taking pleasure in hot wet caverns.  I feel his hand come between us seeking my cock.  His fingers play over the tip collecting the pre-come leaking from me.

 

I tear my mouth from his with a harsh groan as his fingers close around me.  He’s back on his knees watching as my cock slides in and out of his hand. 

 

“God, Xander, so beautiful.”

 

I shift my hips trying to get him to move faster.  I contract my muscles around him and his hips still completely.

 

“No, Gray, please.  I need…”

 

“This?”

 

His hips piston into me, hard and fast as his fist tightens around me.

 

“Yes.  More.  Fuck, Graham, don’t stop.”

 

I hear his harsh pants of breath, the barely contained screams as he pushes into me. I can almost hear his teeth grinding as he clenches his jaw.

 

“Can’t stop, even if…I wanted to.  Can’t, so good.  You’re so fucking tight, so hot.  Come for me, Xan.  I…I can’t hold on much longer.”

 

I moan at his words, his voice hot and hungry.  I concentrate on the feeling of him inside me, filling me.  His hand on my cock grips tighter, works me faster.  I feel it start at the center of my back.  White hot blinding pleasure seeping out from everywhere he touches.  It works its way through my body setting fires along every nerve.  My balls tighten and my muscles clench.

 

“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.  Now Graham, right…fucking now.”

 

I hear myself scream his name as I explode over his hand.  As I come down from the high I watch him shift pulling my legs apart again, his face is a mask of concentration as he pounds into me.  His movements become erratic and I know he’s close.  He just needs a little to push him over the edge.

 

I clench around him and a long hiss of breath escapes him.  I watch in fascination as he throws his head back, his words re-heating my cooling blood.  I knew from our conversations he was vocal but damn he’s so hot like this.

 

“Fuck, Xander, make me come.  Squeeze me.  Yeah, oh fuck yeah.”

 

Suddenly he’s over me again, his hand planted on both sides of my head, his hips working frantically, his breath ghosting across my face.  I can feel myself harden again just watching and listening to him.

 

“So close, so fucking close.  Gonna paint the inside of you.  Yeah, oh yeah, fuck yourself on me.  Oh fuck, Xan, I can’t stop, can’t wait.”

 

His body goes rigid above me as he keens in pleasure.  I watch in amazement as his orgasm sweeps through him.  He shudders once before collapsing on top of me completely exhausted.

 

My brain knows we should move.  He needs to take the condom off and I need to get this pillow out from under me before my back kinks and I can’t walk, but I can’t seem to care about any of that.  I’ve just been fucked into oblivion and back and all I want is Graham surrounding me while I sleep.  I feel him start to shift and my arms clutch around him pulling him back.

 

“Shh. Not going far.”

 

He pulls the pillow out from under me and I feel the bed shift as he stands.  I watch through heavy lidded eyes as he pulls the condom off and chucks it into the trash.

 

He comes back and gathers me in his arms and I feel the tremors wracking his body.  I sweep my hand down his chest and stomach, across his arms trying to gentle him.  The last thing I know is him pulling the blankets over us and curling into him.

 

 

Chapter 9 

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