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.
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The music stopped and so did time.
Spike and Xander stood nose to nose, both with a look of
shocked horror on their faces.
In slow motion, two sets of eyes slid down to the front of
Xander's jeans and the rapidly spreading damp spot that was
growing large and pungent.
The eyes then snapped back up to again look at each other
Spike's feet refused to move. He stood nose to nose with
this sweaty, hot, deliciously funky smelling young man whose
beautiful face loomed just inches from his own.
The knowledge that finding himself thisclose to Spike had caused
him to cum in his pants was an amazing compliment.
In fact, in his wilder days, causing someone to cum in their pants
was a goal, a kink Spike enjoyed enormously.
For a brief minute all the reasons why he should turn and run, fleetingly
left Spike's brain and his cock hardened quickly.
Like a magnet, Spike's lips leaned forward seeking the soft
cupid's bow of a mouth that stood directly in front of him.
Sky blue. Robin's egg blue. Ice blue. Baby blue.
Every blue description Xander had ever heard zipped through his mind as
he gazed into the most wonderful eyes on the face of the earth.
His brain gave the order, but his mouth failed to comply.
He blinked. His warm moist lips parted.
He shifted from foot to foot, and when he finally did find his voice
he later wished he hadn't.
"Mr William?" He squeaked.
And that was the slap of cold water Spike had been waiting on.
It brought him back to the reality of who and what this boy was.
His body snapped back upright so rapidly he nearly lost balance.
"Oh, um, yes. You're Mrs. Harris's boy aren't you? Does your
Mother know you're out this late? Maybe you better go clean
up and head on home, she's going to be looking for you."
With that Spike turned and made a very hasty retreat back into the
crowd. Taking several deep breaths and chastising himself firmly
for what he had almost done.
Not stopping till he reached the door, Spike grabbed for the handle.
Even the knowledge that Gunn and Wesley were probably just
finishing #2 and considering potential positions for #3 didn't stop
him. He needed out. He needed fresh air.
Apparently he needed laid.
Spike's eyes searched the crowd for the source of his name and he
cringed when he found it.
The two girls converged, grabbing an arm on each side of him and
spinning him around to steer back towards the dense activity of the
"Where the hell do you think you are going? You just got here and now
you think you are leaving? No way Buster. Come on, we got a table
and there's someone I want you to meet."
Keri and Abby led him through the crowd that was milling around while the
band took their 15 minute break.
Resigned, Spike allowed himself to be dragged back through the pit of noise
and sexually charged activity. Despite himself he let his eyes search the
room for the dark haired boy he had almost kissed.
Xander had made it to the men's room in record time and luckily found
an unoccupied stall. He pealed open the front of his jeans and scooped
out what he considered to be an impressive amount of pud puddin'.
He knew he should be mortified, and at first he was, yet the longer
he thought about it the more excited he became.
By the time he had replayed the event through his mind a third time
the only events he could remember were that they had been on the dance
floor together, they had spoken to each other, and last but certainly
not least their dance had ended with the best orgasm he had ever had.
With a snap of his wrist the evidence of his passion flipped from his
finger tips into the bowl of water landing with a 'plop'. A hand full
of see through cheap toilet paper finished the clean up and he was
zipping up in no time.
Stepping out of the stall, Xander tipped up his damp crotch in
the direction of the warm air blown from the hand dryer and he grinned
like a loon.
The other occupants of the bathroom cut him a wide berth.
He knew he had been right. He knew William was the man for him
and he was certain that after a successful first date like this William
had to know it too.
His brow wrinkled in concentration. This was a delicate time in a
relationship. One that needed to be handled carefully. Men were,
after all, strange creatures. Skittish, commitment phobic. At least
that's what Oprah always said.
Lost in thought Xander stood just a moment too long under the hot
air and jumped back when the painful zing of the hot zipper reached
the still tingling skin of his very sensitive dick, bringing him back to
the present and reality. Xander's reality.
Checking himself he was relieved to see the front of his pants carried
almost no sign of his earlier delight, so he washed his hands, dried them
off and, whistling, headed back out to join his girls and keep an eye on
"Come on! Oh my God, I can't believe you actually came tonight. I told
Abby you would, but she didn't believe me. And what a co-inkydink
that her brother, who is dying to meet you by the way, is here tonight too."
Keri squeezed his arm as Abby, who had him in a vise like grip on the
other side tugged relentlessly.
Spike had no idea why he was allowing these two women to drag him
across a floor that was the very place he was, just moments ago, trying
his best to escape.
Despite himself his eyes scanned the room hoping against hope that
the boy had taken his advice and scurried on home to his Mum.
It almost pissed him off as his thoughts ran amok. 'Fuck! A boy like
that should be kept under lock and key.
Looking so fucking yummy, smelling like heaven on a beefsteak pie,
and so friggin' sexual he cums in his drawers with out being touched.
What the hell is his Mother thinking allowing him to run around unprotected
Spike determined right there and then to speak to the woman the next
time she came in. He didn't blame her. Poor soul had no idea what
a victim her simple, mentally challenged son could be. Well Spike
had no intention of letting that happen.
Just as his foggy brain was attempting to formulate a conversation
opener with the equally limited Mrs. Harris he was snapped back to
the present by the tug of the arm.
"Spike, this is Andy, Abby's twin brother. Andy, THIS is Spike."
Spike watched as the small, blond, delicate looking man rose to his
feet and held out his hand. Spike looked back and forth between Abby
and Andy and, yes, they were definitely twins. From what Spike could
determine Abby was the more masculine.