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.
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used and named in this story and no profit is made.
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The cool night air slapped both the men in the face and filled their lungs
with the shock of smoke free clean oxygen, clearing their heads
and temporarily waking them up.
Xander followed Spike to the space where the huge black Harley
sat waiting patiently for it's rider. He tried not to flinch or show any
recognition as he passed his own dented Chevy that was parked,
surprisingly just two spaces down.
He had no idea how the fuck he would get back here to pick her
up but right now that was real low on his list of priorities.
The damp night air combined with the exciting thought of climbing on
William's back and riding his ass had goose bumps raised on Xander's
body and a hysterical giggle threatening to escape his lips.
Spike knew that every step he took was one he should be kicking his
own ass on. Shaking his head, his thoughts went to the half witted boy
'What the hell am I doing? RUN! RUN! I'm not this boy's keeper.
I'm a stylist for Christ's sake not a babysitter. Fine, I'm in it this far
but no more. I take him home, have a word or two with his Mum
on her next appointment and I never see him again. Period. End of story.'
Stopping by the bike, Spike turned. Whatever he was going to say
died instantly on his tongue. The boy, young man, had stepped up
next to him and was waiting patiently.
His soft brown hair fluffed slightly in the night breeze and his cheeks
glowed pink from the flush of alcohol. His dark brown eyes sparkled with a
true smile that reached his lips as his body gave off a wave of warmth from
the overheated activity on the dance floor.
Beautiful. Fucking absolutely beautiful.
Forcing himself to look away, Spike mentally slapped his face and
pinched his arm painfully to get a grip. He then took a deep breath
and resolved to retain control over himself, his cock, and the situation
at hand as his thoughts went wild.
His brain had divided itself into two corners of the boxing ring
and both were ready to come out swinging.
One half arguing
'This is nothing but trouble! There is NO way you can even think of
getting involved with a boy like this. Mind your own business.
Boy has a family that is responsible for him.'
The other half, however, had a one, two punch of it's own.
'Boy deserves better. Someone needs to take him in hand
and see that life don't kick his arse anymore than it already has.
Sides, some things a Mum just can't talk about.
Birds and the bees type of shite. If a word or two in his ear
keeps him out of trouble, what would it hurt?'
The bell rang. The two combatants came out swinging.
Spike stood blank faced as they swung, slapped and fought it
out until finally the referee held up a hand and called a winner.
Decision made. Spike was going to do his good deed for
the day. No commitment, just a little free advice.
A mentor of sorts.
Xander continued to wait, not sure what the hold up was, but feeling
like William was definitely trying to say something. Didn't matter what
it was, Xander was just thrilled to be standing there.
It was unbelievable. Not a week ago he was floundering.
Gay, straight, bi, not sure, he just couldn't put his finger
on it. Now, after meeting William he could not only put his finger on it
he was ready willing and able to put his tongue, mouth, cock
and anything else gay sex dictated he use.
He felt as though he was finally finding himself. If this kept
up he might just be ready to go out and find a job.
Xander frowned. No, a job would interfere with his William time.
William wouldn't like that. He would want Xander available
at all times for.........um, whatever it is gay guys do in their
Spike unbuckled his helmet from the motorbike's handlebars, fiddling
with the chin strap and tried to avoid looking Xander in the eye.
Taking a deep breath, he started, hoping to get this over as quick as possible.
"Look, Harris, maybe we can have a word or two afor we go."
Xander's grin grew even bigger and goofier. William wanted to talk.
He wanted to drag their date out and have a conversation.
In his head he practiced all the appropriate answers for the questions
he could see William struggling to get out.
'Why yes, I would like it on my knees.'
'No, I've never had one in my mouth but I'm willing to try.'
'Oh, don't worry. I've tasted my own so it won't be a shock.'
'I'll give it a try, but can I put a condom on my fingers so I don't
get anything under the nails?'
Xander was relaxed and confident. He was ready.
"Sure, but you can call me Xander, cause that's my name."
He flinched, hoping that didn't sound as stupid to William as it
just had to him.
"Xander? Oh, well isn't that a nice little name. Then Xander it is.
So, Xander, what I wanted to say was that a lad like you has to be
careful. Now I know young men have certain thoughts and your body
is feelin' all types o' new things, getting hair in secret places, but sometimes
if you let your hormones get carried away, bad things can happen.
People are not always nice and might take advantage of you."
The smile slid from one side of Xander's mouth. He wasn't exactly sure
what he expected William to want to talk about, but he was pretty sure
this wasn't it.
Seeing the confusion on Xander's face, Spike decided he needed to
be a bit more direct and specific. He was, after all, dealing with a
very limited mentality.
"Take those two girls you were dancin' with. Girls like that can take a
bloke for a bob or two and give ya nothin' but empty promises in return.
They will rub all up on you and show their bodies on the dance floor
lettin' ya think you are gonna get your end away, but they can be mean.
Or worse, let you do the nasty and come up preggers and blame an innocent
bloke just for the money. Fella has to mind his p's and q's at all times Xander."
The smile had dropped from the other side of Xander's lips, slid off his
chin and was lying somewhere on the sidewalk below.
He had absolutely no idea what the fuck William was talking about.
Xander's brain scrambled to wade through the beer he had drank
and attempt to make some reason out of it.
"hair in secret places?"
WHAT THE HELL?
'Who was Bob and where did Willow and Tara want to take him?
Getting my end away? Is he saying my ass is fat?'
It was all very hazy but one thing was certain, his girls were being insulted.
At least he thought they were.
No, no he was sure.
William had called them "girls like that". Which meant
he must have a problem with lesbians.
Seemed a little hypocritical.
"Willow and Tara are my friends so don't say anything bad about them.
I know what they are and I think it's great. It's a free country and they can
do anything they want. Not that I want to watch them do it. I mean
sure I would if they wanted me to, not that they offered ......... I mean,
SHIT! Besides, how could they get pregnant?"
Spike took a step back. 'Fuck!' He thought. 'It's worse than I thought.
Boy doesn't even know where babies come from.'