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Xander Harris - Undercover

Title: Xander Harris - Undercover 17/40

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 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 whole feel of the inside of the club had shifted to a decidedly
more adult atmosphere when the last of the juvenile population was weeded
out and the older crowd claimed and settled into the limited
available seating.

The pink neon wrist bands disappeared and the bartender brought
out the good stuff, serving more mixed drinks and beers than
Shirley Temples and Coca-colas.
Although there were still orders for both.

Keri and Abby had settled in and were chatting happily about whether
they should wait for someone to ask them to dance or hit the floor and
go in search of possible prospective partners.
Finally they reached the agreement that life was just too short for patience.

Spike sat silently, his eyes still roamed, reluctantly, around the room
in search of the boy he felt oddly responsible for.
Unobserved, Andy had scooted his stool over closer and was now sitting
just inches away from his target, his knee barely brushing Spike's.

"So, Abby says this is your first time."

Spike jumped, startled back to the present and alarmed to see Andy's
face so close to his own that he could count the freckles on his nose.
"First time?"

Andy giggled,running his fingers through his blond hair and wriggling his
nose like a rabbit.

"Here, silly. Your first time here in the Bronze. It is the place to be,
you know. Meet and greet. Get to know people......."

Spike tried his best to focus on what Andy was saying, but something
over the top of his left shoulder had caught his eye and held his

It was the back of a head. Soft, floppy brown hair. He couldn't be
sure........ Maybe........ Was it him? It was hard to tell.

The only thing he could see was the two women the man was dancing

'Shit!' Spike thought. 'Probably is him. Look at those two, all over
that guy. Sliding and grinding. Fuckin' straight guy's wet dream.
Enough to get a gay guy hard. If it is that poor, straight, simple Harris
boy, that is probably what made him cum in his drawers. Wasn't me at all.

"............and things that no one cares about anyway. Don't you think?"

Spike blinked and looked back into the smiling face of his table mate and
paused, trying to recall just a word or two that the boy had said and coming up

"Um, well, I guess that would be a matter of opinion. What do you think?"

Andy's face lit up like a light house on a stormy night.

"I think YES! I think we go right now! Slip off to the little boy's room
while the girls are still dancing. I'm very good. I bet I can blow you
and have you back out here before they deliver the next beer you are
about to order."

Spike's eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open. At the very same moment
his line of vision rose just slightly as the man he had been watching turned
around to face him. IT WAS HIM! The blond leaned her back against
his chest as the redhead pressed against him from behind.

The three of them moved as one in an erotic, sexual sway. The look of
pure bliss that covered the boy's face as he closed his eyes and tipped
his head back shot a bolt of hot lust through Spike's body causing the
hairs on his arms to rise as fast as his dick.

He watched, mesmerized, as the three of them all held their arms out at
their sides and locked fingers. His boy firmly ensconced in the middle.

Spike's brain was outraged.
'Damn wicked females taking advantage of an innocent boy like that.
Ought to be a fuckin' law!'

Leaping to his feet, Spike turned to go tossing over his shoulder,
"You're on!"

Andy squealed, jumped up and quickly followed.

Xander had let his girls lead him onto the floor with promises of making
him forget all his problems and lose himself in the music, which was
exactly what was happening.

Closing his eyes, Xander moved, swaying seductively, pretending that
the smaller body in front of him was the slight, muscular, compact form
of his date, William.

Remembering the near kiss and orgasmic dance they had shared earlier
as well as their light, post coital conversation, Xander was enjoying the
best date night of his life.

On one last resounding "BOOM" of the drums, the song ended and a faster,
lighter one started. Xander stepped back and shook the sweat from his
dripping hair.

Both girls cringed and clutched each other in an attempt to avoid the splash.
"That's it for the Xanman. Gotta go drop off that last beer and pick up a new one.
You two go ahead and dance, I'll be back at the table when I'm done.
You want anything to drink?"

Neither girl answered. They were already wrapped up in each other and lost in
the courting dance they were quickly perfecting. Xander smiled and headed off to the

Andy stepped into the crowded men's room and looked around. The row of
urinals were filled and resembled a line of wieners hanging in a butchers window.
A line that included one or two Trail Bolognas and unfortunately a Vienna

It didn't, however include Spike. Slightly confused, Andy looked
all around till he saw the stall door at the end of the aisle crack
open and a crooked finger slip out. Grinning, he casually strolled
down and, when no one was looking, slipped in.

Before he could say a word, Spike clamped his hand over Andy's mouth.
"Shhh. No Talk. Just suck."
Spike's pants were already open and his hard, leaking cock standing

Andy blinked. Crude, rude, unromantic and impersonal.
Just the way he liked it.
Nodding frantically behind Spike's hand, Andy breathed in deeply.
He could smell Spike's cock on his palm and knew he had started
without him.

Dropping to his knees, Andy swallowed the juicy cock so deep and fast
it caused Spike to jerk forward and sway on his feet. Spike knew instantly
and gratefully that all Andy's bragging was not empty promises.

If the Hoover Dust Buster Co. ever needed a new CEO, Andy was
the man for the job.

Looking down on the fluffy blond hair caused him to pause. He knew
it wasn't what he wanted to see. Closing his eyes, and despite his better
judgement, Spike pictured a darker head. One with thick brown hair
dripping with sweat.

Spike leaned forward, bracing his palms against the locked door and tried
his best not to moan as the figure on the floor expertly licked, sucked,
and tongue probed his throbbing cock.

It had been a long time. Too long and Spike knew this was going to
be a record quicky. Shuffling his feet as far apart as his restricting
jeans would allow, Spike removed one hand from the cold metal and
gripped the back of Andy's head as his hips joined in the movement and the
sharp tingle shot through his balls.

With a muffled grunt, Spike jerked forward and pumped the contents
of his heavy sac down the throat of the not Xander. He relaxed,
resting his head against the cool door and waiting while the after shocks
slowed and Andy cleaned him up with a mother cat type tongue bath.

Finally opening his eyes he looked down into the big grin on Andy's face and
the puddle of goo on the floor. It all went a long way to relieve the guilt
that had almost tried to slip in the stall with them.

Standing back up, Andy zipped up, kissed Spike quickly with closed
lips and turned to go.
"Thanks. I'll meet you back out at the table. Want me to order
you a beer?"

Spike nodded, still light headed from the rapid whiplash of a three
minute blowjob.

Xander snickered. The line of urinals had been full and he was forced
to pick a stall, unable to hold the gut busting contents of a too stretched
bladder. The second he stepped in he heard the slurping, skin smacking
sounds of the couple in the next booth.

Even a brand new gay guy like him knew what was going on.
Waiting patiently, Xander shook off only when the first participant left.
Peeking through the crack in the door, Xander followed the smaller
blond man to the sinks to wash their hands.


The Bee gratefully appreciates the readers and commenters of her
fanciful stories. The next chapter will be posted on Sunday.
Hope you all have a wonderful week!

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