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William & Tar-Xan of the Jungle - Part 3

Story : William & Tar-Xan of the Jungle!
Pairing : William/Xander
Rating : NC17 overall – this chapter PG if that!
Part: 3/?
Summary: WarpedMindedYaoi asked for this: AU: A Tarzan/Jungle Book type story. Xander lives in the Jungle and William is an explorer.
Disclaimer: Mine unless you speak to Joss who seems to think he has some sort of prior claim!
Feedback: My first plot bunny – here's hoping it sticks around and plays nice with my Porn!Muse – petting of said bunny can only be of help!

Big thanks to whichclothes for the clever title!

William & Tar-Xan of the Jungle! – Part 3

What on earth was he thinking, following a strange savage into the jungle?!! William couldn't explain his strange desire to follow this man, but something seemed to have taken over him and he found he couldn't not follow in Xander's footsteps. The going got slightly rougher, and he had to pay attention to the roots that snarled up the way they were walking. Shame because up until then he had been enjoying the view of Xander's muscular brown legs, and the tightness of his arse as could be seen through the loincloth. Stop that! he told his brain, no idea where such thoughts had come from. He tried to picture his soon to be fiancée, Elizabeth Summers, but her sweet features were a blur to him no matter how hard he tried.

“We take trees now”.

“Huh?!” Bumping into the back of Xander because he wasn't paying attention, William fell to the ground. Well, the man was incredibly solid judging by the fact that their impact hadn't nudged him at all! “I say, what do you mean take the trees?? You mean – swing from those vines like I saw you doing the other day?!”

“Ahh, you did see. Me think you did but not sure”. Xander looked down at William, a smile briefly crossing his face as he enjoyed the view of the splayed limbs, arms pressed to the ground to keep him upright, a flush on the pale face from the speed of their walk. “Yes – swing vines now. Plant that way”.

“Not sure I can do that you know – never really had practice swinging through trees personally. Not much call for it in good old England you see!” Pushing himself to his feet, William tried his best to brush off the grass stains and various other bits stuck to his trousers and his butt. “Steady on!!” as Xander reached out and enthusiastically slapped at the seat of his trousers! Blushing furiously, William fervently hoped that Xander had not noticed his half-erection.

“I help. Trees now”.

“Oh very well!!” Looking up at the tree that Xander obviously intended them to climb, William seriously considered turning tail and running back to the camp. But – this was the chance to do something different – something no-one else of his acquaintance had done. And there was something about this wild man, this Xander, that called to something wild within him.

Plopping down to the ground again, he quickly unlaced his boots and tied the laces together so he could string them about his neck. He had forgotten socks in his haste to go with Xander, so he was as ready as he would ever be. Looking up, Xander was offering his hand so William took it, a grunt escaping him as Xander pulled hard, yanking him to his feet right into his hard body.

Flush to Xander's chest, William could smell the musk of clean sweat and could almost taste the jungle emanating from the man. He looked up and found himself staring into the wild-man's deep brown eyes. Fierce eyes, strong penetrating gaze, incongruously long lashes making them appear almost pretty. Frozen in place, the two men stared at each other. Long moments passed...

“, you can um let go of my hand now”. Looking down, Xander realised that he was indeed still holding William's hand. And it would be impossible for either of them not to notice that their proximity to each other was causing other parts of their bodies to grow interested. Gaze flicking from William's eyes - dilated so that there was a mere rim of blue around the pupil to his lips - pink, pouting, parted as he breathed deeply, tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously.

Abruptly, Xander turned away, breaking the stasis and moving towards the tree. He looked back at William who was still frozen in place. “You hold on – arms round neck”. He crouched down slightly to enable William to get a good grip, waiting patiently while he played with the boots until he was sure that they wouldn't strangle him.

“Alright – I think I'm ready. Oh my GODDDDD!!!!” Clinging tight as a monkey, William squeezed his eyes shut as Xander began to spring up the tree – finding what seemed to be minuscule grips to pull and push off from until he was high up in the branches. Gently, he pressed William back against the trunk of the tree, in a fork of branches.

“You look now – safe”. Still shaking, William wasn't sure he could make himself open his eyes. “Will-e-um – you safe. Look now!” At hearing his name for the first time, William looked at Xander, then gasped!! He had no idea how high up they were, but the view was absolutely astounding!! He could see for what felt like miles – a veritable sea of trees before him, greens and browns; a lagoon in the distance with what looked like a waterfall – crystal blue and mouth-watering even from this far away; and Xander – right in front of him. The wild-man was grinning, obviously happy to share this with William. His teeth were startlingly white in his tanned face, eyes crinkling at the corners, a light sheen of sweat giving him the appearance of glowing. Good God, he was beautiful!!

William could do nothing but stare, completely astounded by his almost visceral reaction to the man. He had never felt like this in his entire life, and it seemed as though the world was tilting, his view on things changing simply by being with this wild-man and being given this opportunity. In his body, in his blood he felt the change, and he wondered how far reaching this was going to be and if his world view would ever be the same again.

Part 4
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