Summary: It's very obvious, in a weird sort of
way.
Spoilers: Minor through GD2.
Disclaimer: Joss made the characters. I like to think he did it so I could
mess with them when I wanted to.
Rating: Mild R for sexual content. *slash*
Feedback: I beg you. I have done nothing like this. I may have been
drugged.
Author's notes: If you hate it, blame Karen. She got me all riled up and
wanting to write it. The girl is persuasive; she has layers.
Xander rolled his eyes in distaste. His date, Margie, was seventeen and
talked about nothing more than fish. He'd thought, when she asked him out,
that it might be a good opportunity to take a break from life and worries.
But now he was worried. He was worried that the boredom would make his skull
cave in.
Seeing his blank stare, Margie smiled up at him perkily. "So, do you want
to
go in the back room?"
Xander choked on his soda. "What?"
"I just thought... You know... That it might be a little more fun to go in
one of the back rooms and, maybe, cuddle on the couch," she said, flashing
big blue eyes at him. Xander grinned. That was more like it.
"Sure," he said easily. Maybe they would turn out to be more compatible than
they thought. He reminded himself that she wasn't quite eighteen yet, and
that they could do nothing more than kiss. Nodding to himself, he lifted
his
hand and let it trail down her jawbone.
She trembled in something close to giddiness. She had never really expected
the handsome nineteen year old to say yes when she asked him out. But he
had. And now there they were. She was going to get to kiss him. Margie
stifled a squeal.
Standing, he looked at her, sitting there, so little and expectant. "I'll
be
in the back. Why don't you join me in a few minutes?"
She grinned. "Sure! I'll be there."
* * * * * *
Willow bounded up the steps to the stage as soon as Oz's set was over. She
gave him a light kiss and looked at him, her eyes shining. "You were
wonderful."
"You are lying," he said good-naturedly, "But that's okay. I like it when
you lie to me to make me feel better about the music."
She grinned, shaking her head. "Are you done for the night?"
"Yep." He smiled.
She leaned against him. Her breath warmed his ear as she whispered. "Want
to go in the back and... cuddle, maybe?"
"I'd have to go with a yes on that one too." Oz winked at her.
She blushed prettily and gave him another peck on the mouth. "Good. I'll
be
waiting for you. Meet me there when you finish putting your things away?"
"You got it, Baby."
* * * * * *
Willow bounded down the steps, disappearing into the crowd. As she headed
for the back, Buffy caught her arm. She looked at her friend with a smile.
"What's up?"
"Just got paged from Giles. He needs the computer skills of Miss Willow.
Can you come?" She wrinkled her nose. "Am I interrupting plans? I hate
doing that."
Willow sighed, a little disappointed, but not angry. "No, it's okay." She
winked at Buffy. "I'll make it up to Oz later."
Buffy laughed and nodded.
"Uh, hey though. I'm gonna go start up my car. Would you go tell Oz that
I
can't make it and I'll see him later?"
"Sure," Buffy said quickly. "Thanks, Will."
"Thank me when I help save the world," she laughed lightly.
Willow left the Bronze, and Buffy looked around to find Oz. He had been on
the stage a second ago, but she couldn't see him anywhere around. Scanning
the room, she saw that he wasn't in sight and sighed. She turned to leave.
She couldn't even find Xander so that he could relay the message.
On her way out, she was nearly knocked over. Buffy went into an immediate
fighting stance, but relaxed as soon as she recognized Xander's date. The
girl was running for the bathroom. Buffy grinned to herself. "Xander must
have taught her to eat like he does."
* * * * *
Xander made himself comfortable on the couch. Fluffing pillows, he tried
to
remember the last time he kissed someone. Anya. The night she left, the
night before graduation. A year ago. He frowned. A year ago?!
Flipping the light switch, he was suddenly bathed in darkness. He smirked
as
he thought of note he left on the door. A simple "Inside, waiting." He
could be sexy and charming when he wanted to be, dammit! Of course he had
to
write the note three times before it was readable. Thank God he had learned
how to write decently. Just one of the many things Willow had helped him
with.
The door opened. Xander adjusted himself yet again. The profile of her
small frame appeared and quickly disappeared as she stepped inside and closed
the door behind her. Xander heard her rustle around on her way to him, and
then he felt the weight next to him on the couch as she sat. He reached out
and touched her jaw again with one finger.
She caught his finger in her mouth. Xander tried not to groan. The simple,
soft licking was giving him a painful erection. He moved closer and captured
her lips in a surprise kiss. Margie took a deep breath as the kiss deepened,
and her tongue lashed against his. Her mouth tasted good.
Her hands found his chest and rested there for a moment. The kiss, the hot
and tingling feelings going on through Xander's body were raging. Suddenly,
though, Margie pulled away.
The light came on to the sounds of two people breathing heavily.
Oz sat there.
Xander looked at him, horrified.
Oz shrugged. "You had no breasts."
Xander continued to stare. And his erection wasn't fading. He was in Hell.
Finally he got out, "M-Margie? Where's Margie?"
Oz shrugged again, looking amused. "I saw her go to the bathroom a few
minutes ago. I was supposed to meet Willow here." His lip quirked. "This
is an interesting turn of events."
His hand, almost of it's own accord, slid down Xander's chest to his stomach,
lightly brushing across the bulge in Xander's jeans before he pulled away.
Xander groaned, humiliation, shock, and pleasure sufficing his body.
"Did you mean to do that?" he asked hoarsely.
Oz looked at him intently, assessing him. "What would you say if I said
yes?"
"I'd say.... Speechless. I have no puns for this one."
Oz raised his eyebrows. "That's a first. I'd like to see that. So yes."
Xander laughed at the absurdity of the moment. "Where's your girlfriend?"
Oz looked around. "I don't know. She was supposed to be in here first.
Your handwriting looked sort of like hers. Or did you just steal the note
she wrote or something?"
Xander shook his head emphatically. "Nu huh. No. Did not do that."
"Hey, man." Oz reached out and touched Xander's arm. Xander jerked away.
"Listen, it's okay. Nothing really happened. Mistaken identity, for both
of
us." He touched Xander's arm again and realized Xander was shaking. "What
is it?"
Xander licked his lips, mortified. "I don't think you should touch me."
Oz stared at him, understanding washing over his face. His hand wandered
up
Xander's thigh and covered the hardness when he reached Xander's crotch.
"Like that?"
Xander pumped his hips before he could catch himself. "Like... that," he
panted. Oz smiled slowly, almost wickedly. Xander's eyes widened. "Does...
Are you...."
"Yeah, I am," Oz replied casually, "But my sexuality, the fact that I swing
both ways, has nothing to do with yours. Are you enjoying this?" Oz rubbed
Xander's erection slowly, his palm going in circles over the denim.
Xander shook his head, terrified, the movements of his hips betraying his
empty denial. "What would Willow say?"
"I think she'd say go for it. It's not like we never talked about you
before."
Xander's mouth opened again, silently. "This is really freaking me out,
man."
Oz took his hand away. "That's okay," he said comfortably. "Really. I
don't mind."
Xander shook his head. "No, that you guys talked about me. And am I really
trying to convince you to put your hand back? I can't be. That would just
be too strange."
Oz grinned. He replaced his hand, unzipping Xander's pants quickly. "You
sure?"
Xander closed his eyes for a minute, trying to think as Oz's hand dipped
inside his boxer's and wound around his dick. "Well, since nothing like the
word no is allowed to enter my brain as you're doing that," Xander finally
gasped as Oz's hand slid up and down, "I think yes."
The light flicked off.
"You realize that this is weird, right?" Xander whispered a moment later.
"Blame it on the Hellmouth, man."
The End