Paring: What else? S/X of course.
Rating: Adult for language and M/M activity.
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to the Bee.
and she makes no money off them, or anything else. The Bee is broke.
Summary: The Rosebud Murders took an emotional toll on
everyone involved. Is love enough for a happily ever after or does
it take a hell of a lot of work and compromise to build a life together?
Spike and Xander struggle to find out.
Thanks to Petxnd for the lovely banner
Max Webster had just returned home from the local television
station and the evening show.
It had been a quiet news day and the only highlight was when Buffy
struggled for a good thirty seconds to pronounce "cumulous" when
describing tomorrow's cloud cover, but to be fair, Max chuckled,
it was usually sunny in southern California so viewers should cut
her some slack.
Luckily she had been wearing a very low cut sweater so enunciation
took a back seat to the glimpse of nipple when she bent down to point
her little stick at the movement on the weather map.
Stopping in his apartment building lobby, Max fished around in the
little metal box for his stack of bills, credit card offers, and requests
to cut red ribbons at supermarket openings. A necessary evil that
accompanied his new position as head anchor.
One envelope in particular caught his eye and as soon as he entered
his own front door, he quickly tore it open.
Holding it in shaky fingers, Max read and reread the letter he had
received and couldn't believe what it said. The official stamp on the
heading indicated it had come from the headquarters of FSTV, and
he had immediately considered tossing it in the trash on the assumption
that it was just another fund raiser.
Thank God he hadn't. He ran his fingertips over the first few
lines as if feeling the ink would make it seem more real.
"Dear Mr. Webster" it had read. "We took great interest in your
indepth coverage of the apprehension of the serial killer several
weeks ago. Our office was impressed with your on air presence
and your witness interview techniques. We did some inquires
into your career and were surprised to find you new to the anchor
As you know Free Speech TV endeavors to present the news in an
unbiased, honest way that encourages open minded discussion and
understanding of the worlds events. One of the ways we have found
most effective is to use openly gay news reporters and anchor people.
This brings us to our interest in you. We would be very pleased to
have you come to our office in Washington D.C to interview for the
position of global reporter. Although based here, you would be
traveling to locations around the world. If this interests you please
respond as soon as possible.
We look forward to hearing from you."
Max was stunned. He was honored and thrilled. It was every reporters
dream to work for a huge independent news corporation that could
rival CNN or Fox News. FSTV was growing and everyone in the
business knew it was the wave of the future.
He had cringed when Angel outed him, but it didn't take long to realize
that gay was apparently the new black. Every show on television,
including the news, was anxious to prove how contemporary
they were by having gays and lesbians on the payroll.
Although he had fucked men off and on over the years, Max had always
preferred women. The softness of their bodies, the pliant way they
accepted his cock, the eager way they wanted to please even when
he wasn't in the mood to reciprocate. Men always expected to get off
And that brought Max's thoughts back to the one thing that stood in his
way to the garden path of freedom and adventure. Angel.
Max groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. He really liked Angel
but the man was just so clingy. Always calling, "where are you? what
are you doing? What do you want for supper?" Christ, Angel was more
girly sometimes than Buffy.
Except for his cock.
Max let his hand slide down to the front of his trousers and tease the
semi-interest that was growing there.
Angel had a hell of a cock and the man sure knew how to use it.
Add that to the fact that he could be talked into anything that involved
sex, and didn't that little escapade on the train with the kilt and the
dildo prove it.
No, Max was honest enough to admit that Angel was the best sex he
ever had. Shit, he thought, Angel was the best sex half the county had
ever had. Still, he refused the suggestion of bringing a woman into their
bed now and then. Hell, Buffy had agreed.
All that brought Max back to the problem at hand. He was bi.
He loved to butt fuck a man but he still wanted a set of pink,
soft lips leaving lipstick stains on the shaft of his dick sometimes.
In Max's book on sex every chapter was the same. Sex was just
sex and his cock could go whichever way the heat lead him.
Like someone famous once said, "Being bi just doubled your chances
of getting a date on Saturday night."
Bi. It was a word he had accepted long ago as a description of himself
as accurate as tall, dark, ambitious, and horny. Now, he realized with
a grin, successful may just be another adjective he could pen on his
Max sat on the edge of his bed and read the letter once more. It
didn't say they wanted bi. It said they wanted gay. He shrugged,
"no problem" he mumbled. He could be that.
Max was more than glad to be that token fag if it gave him a chance
to get his foot in the door and prove himself as a real journalist.
Max quickly refolded the letter and stuck it back inside his suit coat
There was nothing holding him back. The lease was almost up on his
apartment, his contract with the station would be a piece of cake to
get out of, and he had just put four new tires on his Jeep Cherokee.
Max hustled into his bedroom to hop into his sweat pants, his soft, worn
tee and his thinking cap. This was the opportunity of his lifetime and nothing
would be left to chance.
There wasn't one fucking thing.............
"Maaax. Max, Hun, you home?"
Max cringed. Angel. What the hell was he going to do with Angel?
He was anxious to contact the Mr. Weinstien who sent the letter and make
arrangements to fly out to Washington, but first he had to break the news
No doubt he would want to go along. Make a vacation of it.
Max scratched his head and wondered for a minute if it would be
possible to leap out the bedroom window before Angel found him.
"Shit!" He mumbled, pacing the length of the room. "How the hell would
it look to the big wigs at FSTV for me to show up with Angel in tow?"
Max's eyes lit up and he knew exactly how it would look.
"I'm back here. In the bedroom Ang.......Honey. Come on back.
Your Maxie has a couple surprises for you."
Max immediately began fluffing his cock and preparing his speech.