Title: Oops, Oh my
Author: CJ
Pairing: X/Gr
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe
Feedback: Yes, please
Disclaimer: The boys belong to Joss, but he's nice enough to share. The song is Oops, Oh My by Tweet and Missy Elliot.
Author's Note: Thank you, Kristin, for the read over. MWA.
Xander stood just out of sight in the hall, waiting for Graham to get in the door. Swallowing his nervousness, he hit play on the remote in his hand and let the beat of the music overcome his mind. He'd heard the song while flipping through stations a few days before and searched all over town for the CD. Now that he finally had it, he could give Graham his surprise.
With the first word of the song, Xander stepped out into the living room, meeting Graham's shocked face with a suggestive grin. He kept up the slow pace of his steps as the first verse played out, then joined in with the chorus. Taking his shirt in his hands, he began working it up as he sang.
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, Oh my
Oops, there goes my pants, dropping to my feet, Oh my
Ooh, some kind of touch, caressing my face, Oh my
Ooh, I'm turning red, who could this be?
Xander pressed his shirtless form firmly against Graham as the second verse played. He'd only gotten the cd today, so he didn't know the song well enough to sing any parts other than the chorus and the blushing and stammering would probably get in the way. Swishing his hips back and forth, he kept enough pressure on Graham's cock to keep him moaning, but never stayed still enough for the other man to press back.
Before the second verse could end though, he stepped back and let his pants fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, completely naked, and began running his hands over his own flesh. Graham stood staring at him, too shocked to do more than moan and grunt when his brain was telling him to join in. He watched as Xander's hands made their way over his own chest, down to his firm abs, stopping on his thighs.
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown
(I looked over to the left)
Umm comin outta my shirt and then the skirt came down
Each time the singer's voice said look over to the left, Xander's head turned that way. It took a few moments of mental composure before Graham could tear his eyes off Xander's body long enough to turn and see what was there. When he did, his knees gave out and he crumpled to the floor. Sitting in the corner of the room was a huge full body mirror, positioned perfectly so Xander, and anyone else in the room, was able to see himself in it.
Xander stared into the mirror, once again running his hands over his body. He turned back toward Graham as the final chorus started and, kneeling on the floor, slowly made his way toward his lover.
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head, Oh my
Oops, there goes my pants, dropping to my feet, Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch, caressing my face, Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red, who could this be?
Finally the words and music faded to nothing, releasing Graham from the spell they'd cast on him. He lunged forward, catching Xander's face between his hands, and fused their lips together. They kissed, tongues probing and thrusting, for what seemed like hours. Xander set part of his mind to the task of removing Graham's clothes, so when they were forced to break away and breathe, Graham was just as naked as Xander.
Graham pulled back, eyes devouring Xander's form, and had to force speech out of his mouth.
"Bedroom?"
Xander only had time to nod before Graham was on his feet, lifting Xander in his arms, and running down the hall.