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 planning 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 on none of the characters or products
used and named in this story and no profit is made.
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willingness to preread and comment on my stories.
Xander stood in the moldy room that was his world,
one hand on his hip the other gripping his firm, insistent
"What do you want? I'm busy!"
Glancing down at the best friend strangling in his fist, he
smiled his reassurance.
"Hang on, Buddy. We'll finish this in a minute."
Buddy winked his patience. He knew Xander would never
let him down.
"Your Dad is taking me to the VFW for a sandwich and a beer.
You wanna come?"
Xander smirked. If he hadn't been so rudely interrupted he no doubt
would have come already.
"No thanks. Got a project down here. Workin' on something big.
You two go ahead. I'll get a bite later."
Xander heard his father's usual comment of "That somethin' better
be a fuckin' job."
and his Mother's answering "Hush, Tony. Don't push the boy."
She then shouted down in an overly loud voice,
"Have fun, Sweety, we'll be home later."
followed by the slam of the door.
"Finally! Now where was I? Oh, yes"
Walking, a little clumsily, to the washer, Xander scanned over
all the things he had spread out and his hand resumed its movement.
Slow and steady at first, it sped up as he read and reread the name
The page with the heart and initials made him smile and twist his
wrist on the next upstroke. Running his free hand over the page,
he moaned and swiped this thumb over the leaking head.
"Yea, William, just like that."
It was good. It was all so fuckin' good, but he needed something.
Just something special to get him over the hump.
When the idea hit him it was like lightning up and down his spine.
Three more tugging strokes and he came violently over his hand
and onto the woven rag rug beneath his feet.
Snatching up a dirty tube sock from the floor, Xander quickly swiped
at the mess and tossed it back down with it's mate.
Scooping the black note pad out from under it's place between
money and pen, he thumbed through till he found what he was looking
The phone number! He would call him. Just once. Just to hear his voice.
It was fucking perfect.
His paranoid Father paid the extra two bucks a month
to have their name and number blocked from call I.D. so the call couldn't
be traced to him. Not that he cared. He was certain William
Xander felt positively giddy as he rushed up the stairs to the thankfully
empty house, into the kitchen and straight to the phone.
He reached and stopped. He pulled his hand back and stared
at it. He reached again and pulled back.
"I can't. I can't do it. It's just to much."
Xander paced the kitchen staring at the name and number in his book.
Then, decision made, before he could second think himself, he
marched over, lifted the receiver and dialed the now memorized number.
"Oh FUCK! I'T'S RINGING!"
Xander bounced on the balls of his feet and gripped the counter top
to prevent himself from hyperventilating.
Xander thought he would pass out. It was all he could do not to
hang up and run to his room and dive under the covers.
Now he was confused. Had Spike gone out since he had watched the
house? Was he refusing to answer? Was he in bed with another man?
Just as Xander was about to scream from frustration, the ringing stopped.
Only one word, but Xander knew. It was William. Xander held his
breath at the magnificence of the voice.
It was fucking amazing! Xander had called and William had answered!
"Is there someone there? Speak up Pet or I hang up."
Xander clutched the receiver tightly in his sweaty palm. William
was talking to him. Asking him a question. Xander thought he
may faint from the pounding of his heart. He wanted to speak,
to say something, but what?
Just as quickly as it had begun, it ended.
Xander turned around and leaned back against the wall. He held the phone
to his cheek, sighed, then kissed it before gently replacing it on the hook.
Flying back downstairs he dove onto his sofa bed, tugged the blanket up
to his chin and rocking back and forth, giggled uncontrollably.
This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him.
Immediately leaping back to his feet, Xander paced wildly with
his hands clasped behind his back
"O.k. Now what? What do I do next. I need to talk to him.
I need to spend some time with him. If he just gets to know me
then he will see that we belong together. But how? How do I do that?"
He stared at the things on the washer and saw them all come together
in his mind. The notes, the info, the money.
His sticky hands drifted slowly to his head and felt around.
Shaggy, unkempt, straggly.
He needed a fuckin' haircut!!!
It was brilliant. It was fabulous.
He would call, make an appointment, and just stroll in big as life.
They would laugh, talk, get to know each other and spend some
Running in to the bathroom, Xander wiped off the mirror over the sink
and proceeded to practice his best "conversation" face.
He did "laughing guy' "Surprised guy" and "thoughtfully sincere guy"
The last one, he felt, needed work. It was coming off more like
"constipated guy" and that was clearly NOT attractive.
He scratched his head and thought.
'I need someone to try it out on. Bounce some ideas off of.'
Xander leaped the stairs, two at a time, grabbed the phone
and started punching numbers.
"Hey, Willow, best bud, what's up, what's happening, what's
"Hey, Xan. Wow, you sound happy today. What's going on?
Hey! Did you find her?"
Xander momentarily wrinkled up in confusion.
"Her? Oh, Suzy? Um, yea. Found her. Called her. It's
all good say Willow, how about you and me go out this week-end.
Just like old times. A trip to the Bronze for a little dancing, a
little drinking, a little conversation. What do you say?"
"Sure, great, um, you wouldn't care if Tara tags along would you.
She's great and I really would like you two to get to know each
'Fuck' He thought. 'Willow's trying to fix me up. Just what I DON"T need
With a clenched smile on his face he switched hands with the phone and
"Sure. Bring her along."