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 on none of the characters or products
used and named in this story and no profit is made.
Feedback: Much appreciated. It encourages me to continue.
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner and her patience and
willingness to preread and comment on my stories.
The power of it was like a solid punch to the gut that
very nearly knocked Xander back off the stool he had
been dancing on.
It was him!
The love God, William!
William had looked at him! Locked eyes and stared straight at him!
The sky blue of his love's eyes was brighter and clearer than
any of his fantasies had conjured up. Xander forgot how to
breath and despite the swampy air in the room, a chill ran up and
down his spine.
When he finally remembered that he needed oxygen, he gasped and
scrambled down. He leaped forward in the direction that the black
jacket and blond head had retreated.
He made it as far as one step before his way was blocked.
"Xander! Hey where are you going? It's o.k. I talked to
Tara and explained everything. We even had a good laugh at
the part where you thought she was here for you. That was
hysterical, wasn't it Sweety?"
Tara nodded and chuckled.
"Sure was. You really had me fooled. I thought you hated me
and didn't want me anywhere near Willow. When she said you
thought I wanted to be YOUR date........"
They both bust into another round of snickers and giggles.
Xander tore his eyes away from the crowd to focus on the two
women who had rejoined and were now damn near insulting him.
Willow's timing always had been impeccable.
"Yea, Ha ha. Imagine that. How could I have been so stupid?"
Tara stepped in and placed her hand gently on Xander's arm.
"I'm sorry. Don't be mad, Silly. If I was into men you would be
exactly what I would want. I'm apologize for all the misunderstanding.
Can we start again? Hi, I'm Tara. I'm Willow's girlfriend."
Tara stood, smiling, with her hand out and her girlfriend beaming
along side. She seemed so genuine, so open and honest, he
couldn't stay mad.
Xander bowed at the waist then took her hand and kissed it.
"How do you do Tara. Very glad to meet you. And I'm sorry
if I made you cry. I think you and Willow are just wonderful
together."
Willow bounced and squealed.
"Perfect! Why don't all three of us dance?"
Xander looked back in the direction of the spot where the earth
had moved, but there was no sign of the sun God.
Sighing, he agreed.
"Sure, why not, I could use the chance to burn up a little unused
energy."
The lump in his pants agreed.
Spike set a new land speed record in his race across the floor
and melted, he hoped, invisibly into the crowd. He could see on
the boy's face that he had recognized him.
'Damn,' He thought. 'why were all the good ones unattainable?
Either straight, taken or an imbecile. In this case all three.
He would no doubt have wanted to talk about his Mum
and her hair.'
Spike shuddered. He considered just heading home but knew
from the looks of Charles Gunn that the man was more of a
repeat rifle than a single shot, so decided to wait a little longer.
"Holy Fuck!"
The deep voice rumbled so close to Spike's ear he could
feel the puff of hot air on the exaggerated "F"
"Y'all gotta be new here onna counta I ain't never seen anything as
delicious as you before."
Spike edged back, ready to tell the owner of the compliment to
step the fuck off, but stopped. Tall, dark, well built, smelled spicy,
all the goodies he liked in his goodie bag.
Spike laughed and relaxed.
"Well you come on a bit strong, Mate, but I guess it's all good.
Names Spike and yeah, I'm new."
Tall, dark and hot to trot smiled back and immediately took Spike's
hand leading him out toward the motion of the pounding beat.
Sliding his arm around Spike's waist he tugged him close and spoke
as low as possible in the roar of the crowd.
"Oh, God! That accent! Well, Spike, I'm Lindsey and I'm VERY glad
to meet you. So what do you say we hump to the bump and mack to
the music?'
Lindsey hooked his fingers behind his head and swiveled his hips.
Spike shook his head and laughed at the cheesiness of the whole come
on, but willingly went.
As the sound started to fill them, Spike and Lindsey began to
sway. Before long their hips had joined in and they began the erotic
movement of a dry orgy that involved the sexless copulation of the
hundred or more people all writhing and sliding together on the floor.
It was exactly what Spike needed. He could forget about everything
else in his life and just live for the mindless movement of the moment.
With his feet planted far apart he began grinding down toward the
floor as Lindsey, draped over Spike's back, humped and moved
with him.
Unknown to Spike, who was crouched and moving his crotch to
the beat of the sound, Lindsey had been tapped on the shoulder
from behind.
When he turned he was face to face with his boyfriend, Chip,
who had joined in the rocking movement.
"What's up Linds?"
Lindsey never missed a beat. He pulled Chip tightly against
his body and together they started a rhythmic ride they both knew
would climax in the alley in as the music ended.
"Just passin' time till you got here, Baby. Show me how glad you
are to see me."
Lindsey jerked him in even tighter and kissed Chip deeply as he
ground their erections together painfully.
It was a game they had played often. Lindsey would pick someone
up and Chip would catch him. Both knew Chip didn't catch
him everytime, but it only added to the intensity of the times he did.
Together they danced their way to the back door.
Xander briefly thought it was a shame that just as he realized he was more
interested in men than women, here he was sandwiched tightly between
the gyrating bodies of two gorgeous ladies. Pretty much typical
of the pattern of his life.
Dancing out from between them, he watched as they worked their way
against each other and with their hands all over each other began what
was one of the most sexually charged and erotic things he had ever seen.
He was gay, not dead, for Christ's sake.
Xander kept moving, the sweat poured off his body causing his hair to
drip and his shirt to stick to his chest, back and underarms.
Seeing Spike earlier had caused his cock to react instantly and thanks
to the throbbing of the sound and the XXX show his girls were putting on,
Xander's erection was in full bloom, promising to stay with him for the
duration of the evening and, like a good date, see him home to bed.
In an effort not to come in his pants at the overwhelmingness
of it all Xander turne his back to his girls and continued to dance.
Unaware that he was now dancing alone, Spike humped his was back
to a standing position and turned around to face Lindsey.
As the tempo of the mob and the driving beat of the music peaked
and thanks to a sudden surge from the crowd, Xander and Spike not
only found themselves face to face, but nose to nose, and more
importantly, crotch to crotch.
Xander was stunned.
The face, the eyes, the smell, the feel of the heat rolling off
the man's body.
With the final 'Boom' of the bass drum, the music ended and the
best orgasm of Xander's life shot through his balls and exploded
in his jeans.
.