Andrew hovered nervously near the chair where Xander was sitting. Gathering up his courage, he tapped the dark-haired man on the arm. “Uh, Xander…”
Xander turned pained-deaded eyes toward Andrew. “Yeah?” he asked listlessly.
“Hey, um, I was just thinking, you know, that you, uh, seem kinda down lately, and I was you know, wondering if maybe you wanted to, uh, um, talk or something?” Andrew winced slightly as he babbled nervously. He’d known exactly what he was going to say and then wham, those brown eyes on him, even without their usual sparkle of life, went straight to his soul and knocked his oh-so-pretty speech into oblivion.
Xander sighed, almost inaudibly, looking up from his seat into Andrew’s blue eyes. Blue eyes that were similar to, but not, Spike’s. “Why do you care?”
Andrew gulped as Xander’s eyes met him. “I…” He gathered his courage and managed to say quietly, “I don’t like to see you in pain.”
“Oh, well, then,” said Xander snarkily, “that makes every difference, doesn’t it?”
Andrew stepped back, hurt flashing through his eyes. “No, I… I just want you to know you’re not alone.”
“But I am. I am alone, because Spike’s not here. And you’re not Spike.”
“N-no, I’m not.” Andrew looked away miserably. “I’m sorry. I’ll go now.”
Xander watched the slight blond slowly walking away, his loss-filled mind telling him that Andrew wasn’t that much different from Spike. Not a vamp, but small, blond, blue eyes… “Andrew… wait.” Xander cringed a little as the other man turned hope-filled eyes toward him; he noted the flash of fear that flickered through when he didn’t immediately say anything. “I… Do you wanna go somewhere? More private?”
“Yes,” breathed Andrew. He blushed furiously when he realized how moonstruck he sounded.
Xander stood and moved over to where the blond stood, brushing a finger lightly along one cheek. “Cute. Sp… vamps can’t blush. Let’s go.”
Xnader knew he was a callous bastard, as he unlocked the door to his apartment. He didn’t want Andrew, he wanted Spike, but the blond man with was the closest he was going to get now.
As Xander ushered him into the apartment, Andrew wondered what exactly was going to happen. Were they going to talk, or… he blushed again. And blushed even redder in embarrassment when Xander turned to look at him. “So, uh… Nice place, cosy.” Hs eyes lit on the Star Wars and Star Trek memorabilia adorning several shelves near the tv. “Wow! Look all that! Is that the original Millenium Falcon? And the Death Star?!”
“Andrew,” sighed Xander, “we didn’t come here to talk about my toys.”
“N-no, I guess not. So what did you want to talk ab…”
Xander cut Andrew off by capturing his lips in a kiss. He dorve his tongue into the blond’s mouth, who parted his lips further, encouraging Xander in further.
Andrew wrapped his arms around Xander, tanging one hand in sable locks and resting the other on the dark-haired man’s well-muscled back. He moaned as Xander cupped his ass, bringing their groins together. Hesitantly, he rubbed his tongue along’s Xander’s, then more eagerly as Xander groaned low in his throat and pulled them closer together, grinding into him desperately.
“Andrew,” Xander practically purred the name, as he broke the kiss. “I want you.”
“I’m yours,” whimpered Andrew breathlessly, dazed from the kiss. He inwardly cringed at sounding like the virgin in a cheap romance novel. Xander led him into the bedroom, then slowly began removing his clothes. Andrew watched with heated desire as firm, golden skin was revealed with each dropped article of clothing. First the shirt, revealing dusky nipples, a firm stomach… so much muscle, hidden by those clothes. Shoes and socks were toed off, then the jeans and boxers were removed. Andrew’s eyes followed the dark treasure trail that lead down to the impressive erection Xander was sporting. “You’re a god,” breathed Andrew, cursing himself silently for again sounding like a bad Harlequin.
Xander smiled in amusement, then his gaze turned predatory as he eyed the still-clothed Andrew. “Your turn,” he said huskily. Seeing that the blond was still staring at him in awe, he asked, “Do you need help?”
Andrew drew his eyes back up to Xander’s heated gaze. “Uh…”
Xander moved right next to Andrew and whispered into his ear, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He slid his hands under the blond’s tee-shirt, sliding them up passion-heated skin, slowing bringing the cloth up with them. He yanked the shirt over Andrew’s head swiftly, then drew his hand back down the pale flesh, reveling in the contrast between Andrew’s pale skin and his sun-bronzed hands. He slid one hand down the back of the smaller man’s jeans, as he deftly undid the button and zip with the other.
Andrew groaned as fingers kneaded his ass gently, while his pants were being tugged down. “Xan-xander…” he gasped, when one finger slipped between his cheeks to tease his hole.
Xander pulled his hands away and stepped back, while Andrew blinked in confusion. “Can you finish yourself?”
“What?” Andrew gaped at Xander for a second before realizing what he meant. He blushe furiously as he kicked his shoes off and nearly fell over, trying to get his jeans and boxers off.
Xander caught Andrew before he topped, chuckling throatilly as he steadied the blond before pushing him backwards onto the bed. Andrew landed with his arms and legs sprawled out and Xander crawled up the blond’s body slowly, rubbing sensually against the smaller man until their faces were even and he captured those tempting lips once more.
Andrew accepted the kiss eagerly, parting his lips and meeting Xander’s tongue with his own, entangling them in a sensual duel. He whimpered in protest as Xander pulled back a lit, only to moan as Xander sucked on his lower lip, nibbling with his teeth.
He moved his mouth further, kissing nipping his way up Andrew’s jawline, before sucking a tender earlobe into his mouth. He ran his hands slowly over Andrew’s chest, stopping to tweak the nipples into tight peaks.
Groaning loudly as Xander toyed with his nipples, he whimpered when that hot mouth let his ear go.
“What do you want?” asked Xander, his words moving through Andrew’s body like fire.
“You,” Andrew’s voice cracked with desire.
“But what do you want me to do?” Xander ran his tongue in teasing circles on the side of Andrew’s neck.
“I… Fuck me, please,” begged Andrew breathlessly as Xander twisted one nipple hard. “Xander, oh god, please, fuck me. I need you!”
“Turn over,” murmured Xander, reaching into the drawer of the nightstand for the evr present lube and a few condoms left from the days of Anya.
Andrew complied as Xander slicked up three of his fingers. He kissed the back of Andrew’s neck softly as he circled the blond’s hole with a lube-covered finger. When the smaller man was trembling from anticipation and pleading brokenly into the pillow, he slowly pressed the tip of his finger into the tight hole. Andrew tensed slightly, fisting the sheets of the bed as the finger slid in to the first joint. “God, you’re so tight,” whispered Xander incredulously, as he moved it out and then slowly back in, until the muscle loosened enough for him to work his entire finger in and out easily.
Moaning softly into the pillow, Andrew shivered as waves of pleasure coursed through his body, radiating from that amazing finger and the soft lips on the back of his neck. He whimpered in pain as a second finger worked its way in to join the first.
The fingers instantly stilled and Xander rubbed his other hand in soothing circles on the small of Andrew’s back when he hear the pain into Andrew’s voice. “God, did I hurt you?” He carefully manouvred Andrew so that he was on his knees, straddling Xander’s legs. Pressing his chest up against the trembling body before, Xander slid his hand up and around so that he could tilt Andrew’s head sideway.
Andrew craned his neck to look at the man behind him, frightened what he would see in the other man’s eyes. But he only see compassion and lust.
“Did I hurt you?” came the question again.
Andrew shook his head, “No, I just… this… I mean…”
Understanding filled the chocolate-brown orbs boring into his own blue eyes. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” Andrew shook his head again, waiting for Xander to push him away. Instead, he felt lips on his. Soft, feather-light touches. “Then I’ll make this really good for you,” breathed Xander softly, moving his free hand down to Andrew’s erection.
Cursing himself for not realizing before, for only thinking of replacing Spike for a little bit, Xander fisted Andrew’s cock as he began slowly thrusting his fingers again.
Andrew writhed as Xander kept a steady tempo, his breath hitched as a third finger was added, but the slight pain was eclipsed by the feeling of Xander’s hand on his cock, thumb brushing over the head lightly on the upstroke. His head dropped back onto Xander’s shoulder as the fingers twisted slightly and sparks shot across his eyes, pleasure coursing through his body in waves as each twist of the fingers brushed that spot. “oh, god, Xander,” he groaned, barely getting the words formed through haze of sexual pleasure. “More, need you in me, now.”
Xander pulled away slightly, removing his hands from Andrew’s ass and cock. He fumbled with the condom for a second before smoothly rolling down his aching cock. Grabbing the lube, he added more and stroked himself a couple times before moving back into position. Placing his cock at the tight entrance, he nuzzled Andrew’s neck. “Ready?”
“Yes,” groaned Andrew, shifting slightly as he felt Xander teasingly move his cock slightly. His breath caught as Xander pressed slowly into him.
Once the cockhead was in, Xander stopped, waiting for Andrew to untense. “Relax,” he soothed, pumping Andrew’s cock with his lubed fingers.
“Oh, god,” whimpered Andrew as Xander slowly moved his cock further into his body. There was pain, but the sensation of being filled was almost overwhelming. He felt Xander stop and wait, until he whimpered and pushed his hips back, wordlessly pleading for movement.
Waiting until Andrew pushed back against him was the hardest thing Xander had ever done, but he didn’t want to hurt the fragile young man in his arms. Slowly, he pulled almost completely out before just as slowly thrusting back in, canting his hips to hit the prostate.
“Ah, god,” gasped Andrew loudly, shuddering as Xander’s cock hit that spot. He reached back and tangled one hand in Xander’s hair as they moved together slowly. He craned his neck and pulled the sable haired man in for a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue into Xander’s mouth. The kiss seemed to last forever, broken only when Xander sped his thrusts, causing Andrew to gasp loudly.
“Mmm, so tight,” moaned Xander, dropping kisses on the pale shoulders and neck of his lover. “I could fuck you forever.”
The murmured words sent shivers coursing through Andrew’s body, spiraling together with the pleasure that was speeding through his veins like fire. He wrapped his free hand around the hand that was jacking him in time to the fucking, and rested his head on Xander’s shoulder as soft lips and teeth teased him while he rode that amazing cock.
As the tight heat he was thrusting into brought Xander closer and closer to orgasm, he sped his thrusts, using his other hand to pull the smaller man farther onto his cock.
“Oh, god, Xander, gonna cum,” moaned Andrew, pleasure spiking and coursing through him as Xander thrust faster.
“Andrew,” groaned Xander, thrusting harder into the pliant body.
“Ah, I love you!” screamed Andrew, cumming when Xander spoke his name.
Xander thrust once more, and came, filling the condom with his seed as he fought back his own strangled cry of “Spike.”
The two collapsed, spent, and Xander carefully withdrew from Andrew’s body, then disposed of the condom before pulled Andrew close. Burying his face into Andrew’s hair, he cried until he fell asleep, too drained to continue his sorrow.
Cuddling closer, to Xander, Andrew felt the sobs coursing through the body that held him. Satiated exhaustion and knowing that he’d just been fucked by the man he loved pulled him to sleep before he could comprehend what Xander had moaned when he came.