Really Enjoying The Evening
"I need a shower. You want to take one first?"
Xander shook his head. "I took the first one last time. It's your turn
to have all the hot water this time."
After Oz left the living room, Xander just sat on the couch, thinking
about the evening. And grinning. He was sure he looked like an idiot,
but he really didn't care. Finally, the water shut off, and Oz was
informing him that it was his turn.
The shower created mixed feelings for him. On one hand, he was glad to
wash away the events of the day -- mainly the stress and pain of seeing Oz
crumple when he saw his old friend. On the other hand, he was also
washing away the mark he had put on himself that morning -- the mark that
he felt ready to admit indicated that he belonged to Oz. But it was
almost completely gone, flaked off throughout the day as fluids tend to do
after drying, so maybe the fact that he was washing the remains of it away
wasn't that big of a deal.
He had just finished rinsing when it happened. The bathroom door opened,
and the shower curtain was pulled back to admit a naked Oz. "Hey, what
"Just let me do this?"
Oz sank to his knees. "This."
"Oz, you don't --" And then he had to lean forward, arms outstretched
against the shower walls, just to be able to stand upright after Oz
flicked his tongue. After he finally caught his breath, he moved his
hands to Oz's head, gently running his fingers through the wet hair there
and massaging Oz's scalp as he watched his cock glide in and out of his
friend's mouth. His friend, the one whose lips he had kissed just a
couple of hours before while straddling a sculpture. The lips, currently
on the same face as the eyes gazing up at him in rapt adoration. "Oz, I
--" Before he could finish the warning, he came, clumsily pulling out of
Oz's mouth and spurting all over the kneeling man's hair, face and torso.
Oz smiled self-consciously, standing and turning to rinse himself off in
the shower stream. "I guess it's a good thing we were in the shower."
"Yeah. Good thing." Xander leaned against the shower wall, trying to
give Oz as much room to move in as possible. "I'm sorry, Oz."
The response was a shrug. "Hey, it happens." Oz grinned. "It's a risk
you have to take sometimes."
"Okay." He watched Oz finish rinsing, using all of his willpower to not
help. He had a feeling they would never get out of the shower if he
helped, and the hot water supply had to be almost depleted. "Um, can we
do what we did this morning, but the other way around?"
"Huh?" Finally clean once more, Oz turned his attention to Xander. "You
mean from behind?"
Xander blushed, a brilliant shade of scarlet. "Um, no." He trailed a
finger across Oz's hip, smiling when Oz's pelvis thurst forward. I mean
you in me."
"Oz, I want this." Shyly, he turned his gaze to their feet, afraid he
would decide against saying the words if he had to actually look at Oz.
"I want to know what it feels like. And I want it to be you." He
leaned over, murmuring in Oz's ear before he gently kissed his way down
to Oz's neck. "I want to know what I did to you to make you sigh like
Oz smiled. "I sighed?"
Xander pulled away, gazing into Oz's eyes. "Yeah. It was almost as nice
as your smile."
Now Oz blushed. Xander watched, amazed at the effect his words were
having on Oz. "Okay."
"Okay, first I'm going to put some of this stuff on, and then I'm going to
put my finger in." Xander was just staring at the tube of lube. "Xan?
Are you all right?"
Xander nodded. "Just a little nervous."
"If you want to change your mind --"
"No." He blinked nervously. "It's just -- Will it hurt?"
"No." Xander cut him off quickly, as if he hadn't even noticed Oz attempt
to answer his question. "If I can handle fighting vampires and an
attempted strangulation, I can handle receiving a little anal sex from one
of my best friends."
"Really?" Oz's voice suddenly changed. It took a few seconds for Xander
to identify the emotion coloring the words. Then it hit him. Tenderness.
"One of your best friends?"
The delight in Oz's voice and smile sent a fluttery feeling through
Xander's body. A very, very good feeling. "Yeah." Xander took the tube
from Oz's left hand, slowly drawing the index and middle fingers of Oz's
right hand into his mouth and gently sucking until Oz made another sighing
noise like he had that morning. "Although I think you're approaching
the best friend status very quickly." Now he opened the tube and
squeezed a healthy amount onto the fingers that had just been in his
mouth. "Could we start now?"
Oz nodded, carefully redistributing the lube evenly on his fingers. "Okay,
lift up your legs. Here." He grasped Xander's limbs and helped position
him properly. "Ready?" Xander nodded. Carefully, Oz slid his index
finger into Xander, waiting until Xander relaxed before sliding it back
That's when Xander froze. Oz's heart sank, afraid he had inadvertantly
injured Xander. But Xander's awed voice erased that fear. "Do that
"Do what?" Oz smiled innocently. "This?" And the finger slowly went
Xander nodded enthusiatically. "That's it. You can just keep doing that
for a while."
"Why?" Oz's brow furrowed. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
"It just feels --" Oz's finger went back out and in again. "-- too good
"Ah." He pulled his index finger all the way out, grinning at Xander's
protest. "Let's go to the next step, okay?" Xander sighed and nodded.
This time, the index finger was joined by Oz's middle finger. Again, Oz
waited for Xander to relax before beginning movement.
"You have the best ideas." Oz had been busy concentrating on Xander's
mouth, so he had missed the worshipful glaze that had taken over Xander's
Now Oz grinned. "If you like that, you're going to love this." And he
slowly bent his fingers, timing his movements so he stroked Xander's
prostate at the same time his tongue stroked Xander's.
Finally, Xander pulled away, gasping. "How are you going to top that?"
An odd light went on in Oz's eyes. "Funny you should use the word 'top.'"
He removed his fingers completely.
"Shh." Oz sat back, unrolling a condom onto his own erection and applying
lube. "Are you ready for this?" Xander stared for a long moment before
nodding. "And you promise that you'll tell me if you want to stop -- that
you won't keep going, just because you think it will make me happy, if you
decide you don't like it?" Xander nodded again. Slowly, Oz eased in.
"It might help if you exhale."
Xander winced for a moment, closing his eyes. But, as he kept reminding
himself, he had made it through much worse. He exhaled, concentrating on
relaxing further. And remembering that this was Oz.
That thought snapped his eyes open, meeting Oz's steady gaze with his own.
"Are you all right there?" Xander nodded, finally relaxing completely.
"I'm going to start moving now, okay?" Again, Xander nodded, gasping when
Oz hit a certain spot previously discovered when Oz had bent his fingers.
"Remember, you have to tell me if I'm hurting you."
He shook his head, trying to piece together a coherent sentence that would
explain the problem. "New stuff. You just --" Again with the recent
"Ah." Oz sped up his thrusts, trying to hit that spot as frequently as
Xander's brain registered that this was good. His mind decided it was
very good. His body informed his mind and brain that this was heaven.
All three demanded that he ask a certain question. "Oz?"
Oz's rhythm didn't change one bit. "Hmm?"
He waited a few more seconds before asking his question, hoping that he
didn't break the spell they were under, just blurting it out before he
could change his mind. "Is this what making love is like?"
No answer. But Oz abruptly changed from quick thrusts to gentle,
seemingly endless strokes. No more jerky in-and-out. Now was the time to
savor the experience.
Xander squeezed his eyes shut. "Never mind. I don't want to know."
Then he felt something warm and wet fall onto his face. He opened his
eyes to see Oz gazing at him with teary eyes. Slowly, Oz lifted one hand
to Xander's cheek, wiping his own tears from Xander's face. "I didn't
realize..." He bent his head and kissed the remaining tears away. "Yeah,
Much later, as both were drifting on the edge of sleep, Oz cradled in
Xander's arms with his head comfortably resting on the larger man's
chest while long, slender fingers trailed through his hair... "Oz, can I
ask you something about what just happened?"
Oz sighed, dreading the question. "Yeah."
"Why did you cry?"
Not the question he had expected. It took a long moment for him to
realize exactly what Xander was talking about. "You."
"Me." Xander's fingers stilled. "I made you cry."
The emptiness of Xander's voice brought tears to Oz's eyes once again.
"No, Xan, that's not what I mean." He tightened his arms around Xander's
body. "It was the fact that you had to ask. That you didn't know, that
you didn't have a better reference point. That's what made me sad." Now
he gently traced random shapes on Xander's abdomen. "But the fact that I
was the first person who made you feel like it could be more than just
sex... Well, that very definitely does not make me sad."
"Really?" Oz smiled and nodded. "Wow." Now it was Xander's turn to
tighten his arms around Oz. "Can you do someting for me?"
"Don't leave the bed until I wake up in the morning?" Xander flushed. "I
know, it's a silly request, but --"
Oz silenced Xander with a kiss. "Of course." He placed his head back on
Xander's chest after turning off the bedside lamp. "Of course, the same
goes for you."
In the dark, Xander smiled. "Good."