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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 3/40

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult
Paring: S/X with a side of W/G
Summary: Xander is drifting, looking for a purpose in life.
One that finally comes clear when he spots a certain
hairdresser by the name of Mr. William. Xander
immediately begins planing and plotting to win over
this scrumptious man. Of course nothing worth having
ever comes easily.
Genre: Comedy, romance. HAU
Warnings: The usual bad language as well as graphic m/m sexual
activities. Also warned of hints of poultry perversions.
Disclaimer: I own or have claim to none of the characters
used in this story and there is no profit made.
Feedback & concrit: Very appreciated and encourages continued writing.




Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner and her patience and
willingness to preread and comment on my stories.


Xander was overwhelmed. It was all he could do to keep from
rushing over and jumping the small, very muscular and compact
body of the delicious Mr. William.

He watched as the sex god of the styling salon led his Mother
away and he could not tear his eyes off him.
All internal gender issues and questions were suddenly resolved.
Puzzle pieces snapped into place and the world's axis
took on just the correct angle.

His brain took immediate inventory.
Incredible white blond hair slicked back smoothly.
Pierced eyebrow and earlobes.
Ice blue eyes that would look equally good looking down on
you or up at you while either fucking or being fucked.

He had no real preference. Fuckor or fuckee.
Either way as long as Mr. William was the other member of the team,
he was in it for the gold medal.

The fact that he had no experience or knowledge of how either position
would work only added to his willingness to bend any way William would
want.
Xander would be his putty.
His Silly Putty.

His stare wandered down to the flex and movement of the muscles
of William's back as they rippled under the tight black wife beater, then
Xander actually whimpered and staggered as he settled on the
glorious sight if the round firm butt cheeks when William stopped walking
and they CLENCHED!

Before he had time to decide if it was a good idea or not, Xander's
feet took over and he darted to catch up to his Mother, stopping only
when he ran into her causing her to tumble ungracefully into the
swiveling chair at Mr. William's station.

"Xander! What the fu...... I mean, goodness dear, I thought you
had gone. Go ahead, I'm fine. Run along now."

Jessica scooted around and settled comfortably in the chair while
waving her good arm in the "get lost" universal hand sign.

William stood, just inches away, still with his back turned to the
bickering Harris's while he arranged his combs and cutters.
His thoughts had wandered a million miles away to the land of
stocks and bonds, rollovers and interest rates.

Xander leaned in and sniffed while pretending to adjust his Mother's
plastic apron. It was a heavenly assault on his olfactory senses.

Wobbling, Xander's nose sucked in the fragrances of hair spray, mouth
wash, after shave, cigarette smoke and deodorant. It was incredible.
'And was that....? Oh, God, yes! Leather!'

Quickly he straightened up and stepped back just as William turned
around. His brow wrinkled in confusion as he saw Xander standing
between him and his client.

"Well, what have we here? Lookin' out for Mum are we? Well, I'm
sorry Son but you are going to have to sit over there in the
little waitin' room."

Xander blushed and stammered. His mouth forgot how to speak, which
considering his brain had stopped functioning, was not surprising.
His face wore a stupid grin he couldn't wipe off and the balls
of his feet bounced nervously.

"Oh yeah, sure." He giggled and stuffed both hands in his pockets
afraid if he didn't he may just do something both stupid and probably
illegal.

"I'll just be over there. Sitting. Waiting. He he."
Xander forced himself to walk away hoping to get to a chair before
he could embarrass himself any more. If that was possible.

Xander glanced down at the front of his jeans and decided that, yes,
it was possible and very probable.
He lunged for a chair and threw a large magazine over his lap.

Jessica had watched the whole scene and wondered, not for the first time,
if there wasn't something wrong with the boy's brain function.

"I'm sorry about that William. I don't know what gets into the boy
sometimes. I blame it on his Father's side of the family. They had more
than one first cousin marriage. It's why we never took the boy to any
family reunions. Didn't want him looking for a date. Raising a challenging
son like that has been difficult, but I do my best."

William snorted and watched the boy trip and stumble away.
He just knew there had to be a house trailer involved in this bunch.

"Not to worry, Love. Got a nephew like that back home. Little
slow on the upswing, but good hearted. Now, Pet, what are we
going to do with those pesky little grey hairs that have snuck into that
lovely hair of yours?"

Jessica giggled and settled in for a wonderful morning of pampering,
petting and pleasure at the hands of the master.

"So, you waiting too?"

Xander looked over at the old man sitting beside him.

"Yup."

"Jujabee?"

Xander took the offered jelly candy from the old man's box and
settled in for an afternoon of voyerastic heaven.

*********************************************

For the next three hours Xander sat, mesmerized.
He held up a copy of the Christmas craft issue of
Woman's Day magazine, looking for all the world like
someone who couldn't get enough of the 101 ways to
use a pine cone.

In reality, his line of vision skimmed over the top of the
facinating information to lock on the man with his Mother.

A man that never stood still. Whether it was circling the chair as
he snipped or bending, reaching, and fussing as he colored
curled and combed. He was poetry in motion and Xander
was suddenly formulating Hallmark cards in his addled brain.

He snickered as he realized Billy rhymed with willy.

He sat happily in the curved hard plastic chair, every so often
squeezing his legs together letting the feel of the zing
travel through his balls and the half hard chubby that was ever
present in the front of his pants.

After the first hour the old man with the jelly candy had left.
Xander kept the candy.
After the second hour, the other old man had been collected
by a woman who turned out to be his mother.
Xander wondered if that old geezer was here to William
watch too.

By three o'clock Jessica seemed to be as improved as one person
could make her. She praised and tipped the marvelous man
with the comb and headed for the check out to pay her bill.

"Xander? Have you been here the whole time? Why didn't
you go get something to eat?"

Xander leaped to his feet and stepped to his Mother's side, hoping
the blood had gone down enough in his cock not to be noticable.

"You know I was worried about you. What kind of a son would I
be if I didn't stay right here in case you needed something. Now,
don't forget to make another appointment before you leave."

Reluctantly, Xander took one last look at the vision of magnificance
that was William, sighed, and followed his Mother out of the mall and
back to the car.
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