Pocket Fuzz, In the Bathroom...
"Andrew! Lemmee in!"
"What do you want?"
"Lock the door! Quick!"
"Why?"
"The pocket fuzz! It's back, and it's everywhere!
"I don't understand."
"Look in your pockets. It spreads rapidly."
"Wow, that's a lot of pocket fuzz."
"I know."
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Return Of the Pocket Fuzz, In the Bathroom...
"So, we're locked in the bathroom..."
"Yep, Andrew, that we are."
"J-just you and me..."
"And all the pocket fuzz."
"So, h-how do we get rid of it?"
*leer*
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"Because there's only one known cure for pocket fuzz."
"And wh-what's that?"
"We have to have sex."
"Oh..."
Revenge Of the Pocket Fuzz, In the Bathroom...
Xander stripped off his clothes quickly. "Well, usually it helps to
get naked if you're going to have sex."
"Oh, sex, right," Andrew was staring at Xander, every fantasy come true
and thensome. He could hardly believe this was going to happen. He
jumped, startled, when warm hands tugged on the fastenings to his
jeans. Pulling off his shirt as Xander removed his pants, Andrew
quickly found himself in a tight embrace with Xander.
Xander ran a hand down Andrew's chest as he used the other to bring
Andrew's head closer. He lowered his mouth to the blond's, tracing
soft lips with his tongue until they parted, allowing him to plunge the
questing organ inside.
Andrew whimpered softly as Xander explored his mouth, coaxing his
tongue into action. He hesitantly caressed Xander's chest, moving more
surely when Xander groaned into his mouth and pulled him closer,
rubbing his groin enticingly.
Xander pulled away, panting, and stared at Andrew with lust-glazed
eyes. He pushed the smaller man to the floor, and resumed kissing him,
plunging his tongue into the hot cavern of Andrew's mouth as one hand
slid down hot skin.
Andrew tangled one hand in Xander's hair and raked the other across the
brunette's back as a hot hand caressed his cock slowly. He stiffened
slightly when the hand moved further down, stroking his perenium
lightly. The finger moved under him a little farther, and the tip of
Xander's lubed... lubed? Andrew looked at Xander, startled, as he
grinned and held up a bottle of hand lotion.
Xander slowly pushed his finger into Andrew's virgin tight hole,
moaning as the digit was gripped by tight heat. He thrust his finger
in and out of the gripping hole, slowly loosening the muscle until he
could add a second finger.
Whimpering as Xander began moving his fingers harder, Andrew pulled
Xander back in for a kiss, hesitantly slipping his tongue into the
brunette's mouth. Xander immediately began sucking on it, while at the
same time, hitting his prostate for the first time, causing Andrew's
eyes to roll into the back of his head from the pleasure.
Slipping a third finger into the tight passage, Xander coaxed Andrew's
tongue into a sensual dance.
"Please, Xander..." whimpered Andrew. He'd never felt more aroused
than he was at this moment.
Xander withdrew his fingers slowly and lubed his cock. Shifting a
little, he pushed Andrew's knees up to his chest, who grabbed them so
that Xander could get positioned. Xander slowly pushed the head of his
cock into Andrew's willing body.
"Oh, god..." groaned Andrew as Xander's hot shaft fully entered his
channel. Xander stopped moving, allowing Andrew to adjust to the burn
and the incredible feeling of being filled. He let go of his legs and
wrapped them around the larger man as he began thrusting slowly.
Xander made certain to brush the blond's bprostate with every stoke.
Supporting his weight on one hand, he caressed the smaller man's chest,
moving his hand down the slim body slowly.
Andrew moaned loudly as Xander increased his speed and the strength of
his thrusts increased. "Oh, god," he panted as hot lips descended on
his neck and collarbone, sucking. He raked his hands across the
brunette's back as he slowly lost himself in a hazy spiral of pleasure.
Xander's hand wrapped around his cock and began jerking him off in an
opposite movement to the thrusts.
Xander groaned into Andrew's neck, pounding faster and harder into the
hot, tight, willing depths of his lover. The little moans and whimpers
coming from the slim blond were fast bringing him to the edge.
Andrew felt his orgasm building, and screamed Xander's name as he came,
his cum pulsing over the still pumping hand.
Xander thrust several more times into Andrew, the spasming muscles
pulling his orgasm from him, and with a hoarse shout and one last
thrust, he came, collapsing onto Andrew.
The two lay there for several moments, content in their satiated daze
until a banging on the bathroom door interrupted their hazy afterglow.
"Look, you guys," came Buffy's voice, "I understand about the immediate
sex because of the threat of Pocket Fuzz, but the rest of us are done
and some of us want to use the bathroom!"
Xander groaned and managed to move enough to kiss Andrew.
"Come on!" came Buffy's voice again. "I know you're done! We heard
you both scream, now get out of the bathroom!!"
Revival of the Revenge Of the Pocket Fuzz, In the Bathroom...
Buffy, Willow, and all the Slayer-potentials were sitting in the living
room watching something on the tv avidly when Xander and Andrew walked
into the room.
'Xander, please...'
Andrew blushed bright red when he heard that whimpered plea coming from
the speakers.
Xander took one look at the tv and swore. "Andrew, was your camera
running while we were in the bathroom yesterday?"
"Um, no?" said Andrew extremely unconvincingly.
Xander sighed and hid his face in his hands as Willow giggled, "Nice
moves, Xan."
"Couldn't you have at least remembered to grab the camcorder before the
girls found it?"
The End
