Part Two
Andrew woke slowly, enjoying the sensations of waking in the arms of the man he loved. Not wanting to move, for fear he might awaken Xander, he lay still, and remembered the incredible sex they’d had. And as he recounted the night, he realized Xander had strangled his cry as he’d cum.
Andrew knew that Xander loved Spike, and he knew that’s what he’d tried to stop himself from saying in that moment of release, but Andrew the night had been everything he’d dreamed it would be, and more. It had been a taste of heaven. Or hell, knowing that Xander was pretending that he was Spike.
But maybe, just maybe, he could make Xander love him, love him as he loved Xander. Of course, Andrew realized just how hard that would be. But he had hope that Xander could put aside his feelings for Spike and do just that.
A slight moment of the body in his arms woke Xander abruptly. He nearly fell out of bed when he registered the fact that the man in his arms was warm, not cool. Then he remembered. Andrew. He’d fucked Andrew. How could he betray Spike like that?
But Spike didn’t care about him, not really. And Xander felt so entirely stupid that he hadn’t figured out that Spike was using him. But Spike had always been so loving and tender. Until he utterly destroyed Xander with that oh-so-callous declaration that he’d never loved him. Wanting to cry but restraining himself, Xander started to pull away from Andrew.
“M-morning,” said Andrew, nearly inaudible.
“Oh,” Xander was surprised. “I didn’t know you were awake.”
Andrew turned to face Xander, “I was just enjoying a dream come true.”
Xander flushed and looked away. He knew that last had meant so much to the blond man, and yet it had meant absolutely nothing to him. He felt just a tiny niggle of guilt for using Andrew in that way, but firmly pressed the feeling into submission. “So, are you hungry?” he asked, cursing himself for keeping up a charade he wasn’t sure he wanted.
“Y-yeah, I guess I am,” said Andrew, gathering his courage since Xander hadn’t immediately kicked him out of the apartment.
“Well, I’m starving,” Xander grinned at Andrew, deciding that he’d keep the blond around for a little bit. Just until Spike came to his senses. After all, Andrew had been a pretty good fuck, and he could be taught all sorts of things. “C’mon,” he got out of bed.”
Andrew stared at Xander, enjoying the sight of the dark-haired man in all his glory. And realized his inner monalogue was still running in crappy romance mode, but not caring. Xander wanted him to stay! Maybe not forever, but he would work on that.
To be continued...