On The Bus
Something Oz had said earlier stuck in Xander's mind. Carefully, he
pulled away from Oz's arms. "Oz?"
A long pause. Finally, "Yeah." Nothing more.
Gently, or so he hoped, Xander pressed. "When?"
"After you left me alone in the living room." Ashamed, Xander was
speechless. And his distress showed. "No, Xan, it's cool. It wasn't
like you abandoned me. It's just that it finally hit me when you left to
talk to Moll."
"I'm sorr --"
Like a toddler tired of listening to his mother, Oz placed his hand over
Xander's mouth. "No. You left me alone --" Xander attempted a protest.
Or maybe an apology. Either way, Oz wasn't letting him say a word. Oz's
other hand cradled the back of Xander's head, forcing him to look Oz in
the eyes. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "-- when I needed to be left
alone. Alone, not lonely. I knew you were there in the kitchen if I
needed you. And right then, I needed you to be away from me. It was
like... It was like there had been this huge weight pressing down on me.
A pressure I hadn't even realized was there. But then you came along and
lifted it. But I didn't know it was gone until you left the room to talk
to Moll. I thought it was just you physically being there -- at the
beach, in the U District -- that did it and that you needed to be there to
keep it away from me. But it wasn't, and you don't." Now Oz flushed,
finally removing his hands from Xander's mouth and head. Xander stared,
amazed. He hadn't been aware that the quiet musician ever experienced
embarrassment. "I'm talking a lot again."
Xander smiled. "That's okay. I like listening to you talk. And you do
it so rarely at home."
"I'm not myself when I'm up here. Or maybe I'm myself only when I'm up
here. Either way, things are kind of different here."
"So I noticed."
They stood, silently staring at their shoes, for a long moment. "Xander?"
"For letting me be different up here. And not making me feel weird about
Xander sighed. "Same here. I feel... adult. Responsible."
Now their stomachs rumbled in unison. "Can we go get something to eat
now? I'm starting to feel a bit light-headed. Woozy. And emotional
discussions are much easier to deal with on a full stomach."
They decided to take the bus to dinner since parking could be tricky in
the area. Shortly after they boarded the extremely noisy and crowded bus,
it stopped to pick up a passenger. A female passenger. With large, heavy
breasts and a lacy bra under a t-shirt. It wasn't a thin t-shirt, but the
lace of the bra was so textured that it was obvious what was underneath.
Due to the lack of seats on the crowded bus, she was forced to remain
standing, hanging on to the overhead bar, half-facing Xander and Oz.
Because of this hanging position, her breasts swayed with every jolt and
jerk of the bus. Xander stared, entranced.
And Oz chuckled. Whispering, he asked, "What, still into girls?"
"Hey. Remember who just asked that question." He paused, contemplating
the woman. "She could make straight women want to feel her up."
Stunned by Oz's remark, Xander could only stare. First at his friend,
then at the stranger.
Oz shrugged. "Hey, I know who you're going home with." Xander said
nothing. He simply continued to stare at the girl. "Xan? Anybody home?"
With great effort, Xander tore his attention away from the swaying breasts
and back to Oz. "Sorry."
"What, you think I'm upset?" Embarrassed, Xander nodded. "Nah. After
all, I'm looking at her, too. And I have a girlfriend." As soon as Oz
said that last word, he realized it was the wrong thing to say. Xander's
face fell, and he hunched over in his seat. Gently, Oz pulled Xander's
head to his shoulder. "No. None of this guilty angsty crap. It's not
allowed. All I'm saying is that what we're doing doesn't automatically
mean that you're going to not be attracted to females. We'll deal with
everything else later."
"'What we're doing?' That's what you want to call it?" Xander's voice
grew sadder with each word.
Oz sighed, exasperated. "No, it's not. But it was the quickest way to
say things." He paused, considering ways to get Xander thinking about
something else. When none of his options seemed most appealing, he
shrugged. And then licked Xander just behind his earlobe.
Before he realized what he was doing, Xander closed his eyes and moaned
softly. When he opened them, he saw the girl turn around and smile at
them. Then he realized Oz's mouth was still at his ear, sucking and
pulling at his earlobe. "Oz?"
"Hmm?" Softly, because Oz was cautious about noise so close to Xander's
ear, but still loud enough to send vibrations skittering down Xander's
"Could you not do that right now?"
It was Oz's turn to be embarrassed. He pulled away. "Public place.
Display of affection not cool. Sorry." He carefully wiped the saliva off
of Xander's ear. "There. No marks."
"No, that's not it. Well, kind of. It's just..." Words were eluding
him. Time for a hands-on demonstration. So to speak.
Just like Xander had done before him, at the first touch of tongue to
skin, Oz closed his eyes and moaned, a low, rumbling sound that made
Xander smile. Then Oz opened his eyes and sighed, happy yet resigned.
"Okay. I see your point." Now he picked up Xander's hand, tracing the
lines on his palm. "We really need a car right now."
"Car?" Xander was thoroughly perplexed.
"Mmhmm." Oz's fingers continued to dance lightly over Xander's hand, now
moving up to his wrist. "With a big back seat or fold-down seats."
"Huh?" Truthfully, Xander wasn't paying much attention to Oz's words. He
was too busy watching and feeling those fingers on his hand and wrist.
Smiling brightly, Oz dropped Xander's hand. Right onto Oz's crotch.
"Oh." Xander looked up once again to see the girl still smiling at them.
"Hey, this is our stop." Oz pulled the stop request cord and nudged
Xander out of the seat.
Since this was the only vacant seat on the bus, Xander motioned, offering
it to the standing girl.
"Thanks." She sat, watching the two of them until the bus came to a halt,
as if trying to decide whether to say anything else. Then, just as they
were preparing to finish the push the the front of the bus, she spoke
again. "Have fun, you two."
Xander turned and smiled politely. "Thanks."
Oz grinned widely. "Well, that's the plan."
She smirked. "It looks like you have a head start on it already."
Confused, Xander followed Oz off the bus. "I wonder what that was all
"You really don't know?" Xander shook his head. Oz stopped, stepping up
to mold his body tightly against Xander's. "Do you understand now?"
A small smile played at the corner of Xander's lips. "I'm not sure. Can
you explain it a bit more clearly?" Slowly, Oz began to rock his hips
against Xander's. "Ah. I see your point."
"Come on. Let's eat. I'm hungry." Oz pulled Xander along the sidewalk
towards the restaurant.
"Next time, let's take a car."