Fic: Just Us - 2/? -
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suki_blueTitle: Just Us
Pairing: Xander/Angel
Genre: Comedy Romance
Rating: NC-17 for the whole thing
Warnings: Fluff. Het
Feedback: Yes please!!!!
Summary: Xander and Angel move their relationship to the next step.
This is the sequel to Just Begun and Just Dance
Previous parts Here
Beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_poker1
Chapter 2
Xander fell back on the bed and pulled Angel down on top of him.
“What about…?”
“Spike?” Xander finished. “He’s watching soccer. Don’t bother trying to kick him out; an apocalypse won’t move him now.”
Angel bent his head down for kiss. It didn’t really matter what Spike was doing. It had been three days since he’d touched, kissed and tasted Xander. It felt like a century. He closed his eyes and gasped as he felt his shirt being ripped open.
Warm hands wandered over and over his chest and Angel sighed and let Xander do as he pleased.
“So, how long do you think you’ll be able to stay?” Xander asked as he pulled Angel’s shirt off and tossed it to the side.
“A couple of days, at least,” Angel murmured into Xander’s neck.
“You’re gonna stay here, right? With me?”
Angel licked his lips and lifted his hips as Xander unbuttoned his pants and began to push them down. “Of course,” he said, turning and sitting briefly to push them the rest of the way off, along with his shoes and socks.
“And we can have time for just us?”
Angel lowered his naked body onto Xander’s fully clothed one. “I insist on it.”
Button after button popped on Xander’s shirt and he smiled up at his lover and stroked the side of his face. “It’ll just be you and me.”
“Oi, Xan, got any of those peanut-butter cups left?!” a voice shouted from the living room.
Angel stopped what he was doing while Xander answered. “Top cupboard, far left, behind the twinkies.”
“Ta!”
“Sorry, Angel, where were we?”
“I’m naked.”
“I gathered that part. Now, get me naked.”
“But, Spike…”
“Cannot join us.”
“I didn’t…Oh,” Angel said as Xander reached between them and stroked him back to life.
“Yeah, oh. Exactly. Feeling better?”
“God, yes.”
“Good, now get with the making me as naked as you. I feel like grinding. And then I feel like letting you fuck me face down into this here pillow.” Xander squeezed his hand tighter as he spoke. He ran his thumb over the head of Angel’s cock and raised the come-soaked digit to his mouth.
Angel pounced.
Xander’s clothes were shredded, removed, thrown across the room and finally pronounced DOA as they hit the floor.
Their hips connected and their lips locked. Xander wrapped his legs tightly around Angel’s body and rocked against him.
“Oi, Xan! Where’s the remote?!”
They paused. “Um, in about a billion pieces, in the trash!”
“Eh?! Why?!”
“Um…could you give me a minute?! Or five?! Kinda in the middle of something?!”
“Yeah, 'course. Sorry, mate. I’ll talk to you when you’re done.”
“Thanks! Okay, where were we?”
“I think maybe we should continue this when there isn’t a Spike around to interrupt.”
“No way! I’m hard as hell and so are so you!” Xander moved his hips and rubbed his cock against Angel’s to make the point and seal the deal.
“Fuck, yes!” Angel ground his hips hard and attached his mouth to Xander’s neck for a good long suck.
“Annnnngellllll. Fuck me? Please? Fuck, please!”
Angel released Xander’s throat and flipped him over. He grabbed a well placed tube of lube from the nightstand and quickly prepared Xander for his entrance.
And what an entrance it was!
Xander gasped and groaned and pushed himself back onto Angel’s thrusting cock. He felt himself being tugged to his knees and he quickly held onto the headboard for dear life. “Fuck, Angel, yes. God, yes, fuckfuckfuckfuck!!”
Angel held tightly to Xander’s hips and thrust in an increasingly uneven rhythm. “Xander…I can’t live without…”
“I know. Can’t…live without…either. Fuck, love…you.”
“God, yes, Xander…love…you!” Angel thrust faster and reached around to pull Xander into completion with him.
“Oi! Peaches! Your cell phone is ringing!”
“Ignore him,” Xander gasped. “Just…just a little more. YES!” Xander came and clenched and brought Angel coming straight after him.
As they slumped down together on the bed, the sound of singing chipmunks got closer and the door handle twitched. Angel quickly grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it roughly over the two of them.
“I said, your bloody cell phone is ringing, you ponce!”
“Spike,” Angel growled. “Get out.”
“Pleasure. Just take the sodding phone.” Spike held out the said phone and waved to a sleepy, sated looking Xander. “Alright under there, pet? You look thoroughly shagged, luv.”
“I’m good. Thanks. You can go away now. And Angel? Please make the singing stop.”
Without looking at the display, Angel silenced the chipmunks. “Uh…Buffy.”
Spike mouthed ‘Ooops’ and quickly backed out of the room under Xander’s glare.
“Hi. Yes, I’m in town. Where am I? Oh, I’m…I’m…I’m on my way. Yeah, sure. See you there.” Angel hung up the phone.
“So, that was the Buffster, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“So, you’re going?”
“Yeah. The Magic Box. I have to look at the books. Sorry.”
“No! Don’t be sorry. The books are important, ‘cos, you know, what with all the dark magic and the potential badness and the possible running and screaming. You should go. It’s fine. I’ll be here when you…”
“You’re not coming?”
“No. Well, no. I mean, no. Um, did you…? Can I…? Did you want me to come?”
“I think we already did that.”
Xander hit him. “You know what I meant.”
“Of course I want you to come! You’re part of the team, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know,” Xander sighed. “But…it's Buffy. You haven’t seen her in months; not since…us. I don’t want it to be awkward for you. I’d rather stay away. See? I’m considerate guy.”
“It’ll be awkward anyway. I want you with me.”
“Are you sure? ‘Cos I could be with you in a spiritual, inside your heart sense? Or, or maybe I could be with you in a ‘send Spike on my behalf’ sort of sense? Yeah? No?”
“Xander…”
“I just don’t want to be in the way. I don’t want to make things worse. And I definitely don’t want to be foot in the mouth guy. I mean, you know I have kinda big feet, but my mouth? A whole lot larger.”
Angel silenced him with a kiss. “I want you with me. And I love your mouth. And your feet - even though you’re a kicker.”
Xander grinned. “I only kick when I dream.”
“And what on earth do you dream about that makes you thrash about like a drowning man?”
Xander blushed and sat up. “Nothing.”
“Xander, tell me. What do you dream about?”
“Just…stuff.”
“What stuff? What is it?”
“Living dead, terminator hamsters.”
Angel raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I know. It’s weird. They chase me, I run. Hence all the kicking. I sleep run.”
“That’s…strange. But endearing,” Angel said as he ruffled Xander’s hair.
“Hey, less of the patronising, Gabriel.”
“Less of the name calling, big mouth.”
“Practice what you preach, um, un-dead preaching guy.”
Angel leant in for a kiss. He nibbled Xander’s lower lip and gently sucked on it. “Let’s not argue, baby.”
“Mmmm, ‘kay.”
“Oh, bloody hell. Here we go again! Do you two ever disconnect? I thought we were heading out.”
Angel whipped his head around “Were you eavesdropping?!” he asked.
“No! Yes. Cable’s out. So, we going, or what?”
Angel turned to Xander and waited for the answer.
“Yeah, we’re going.”
TBC…
Pairing: Xander/Angel
Genre: Comedy Romance
Rating: NC-17 for the whole thing
Warnings: Fluff. Het
Feedback: Yes please!!!!
Summary: Xander and Angel move their relationship to the next step.
This is the sequel to Just Begun and Just Dance
Previous parts Here
Beta'd by
kitty_poker1Chapter 2
Xander fell back on the bed and pulled Angel down on top of him.
“What about…?”
“Spike?” Xander finished. “He’s watching soccer. Don’t bother trying to kick him out; an apocalypse won’t move him now.”
Angel bent his head down for kiss. It didn’t really matter what Spike was doing. It had been three days since he’d touched, kissed and tasted Xander. It felt like a century. He closed his eyes and gasped as he felt his shirt being ripped open.
Warm hands wandered over and over his chest and Angel sighed and let Xander do as he pleased.
“So, how long do you think you’ll be able to stay?” Xander asked as he pulled Angel’s shirt off and tossed it to the side.
“A couple of days, at least,” Angel murmured into Xander’s neck.
“You’re gonna stay here, right? With me?”
Angel licked his lips and lifted his hips as Xander unbuttoned his pants and began to push them down. “Of course,” he said, turning and sitting briefly to push them the rest of the way off, along with his shoes and socks.
“And we can have time for just us?”
Angel lowered his naked body onto Xander’s fully clothed one. “I insist on it.”
Button after button popped on Xander’s shirt and he smiled up at his lover and stroked the side of his face. “It’ll just be you and me.”
“Oi, Xan, got any of those peanut-butter cups left?!” a voice shouted from the living room.
Angel stopped what he was doing while Xander answered. “Top cupboard, far left, behind the twinkies.”
“Ta!”
“Sorry, Angel, where were we?”
“I’m naked.”
“I gathered that part. Now, get me naked.”
“But, Spike…”
“Cannot join us.”
“I didn’t…Oh,” Angel said as Xander reached between them and stroked him back to life.
“Yeah, oh. Exactly. Feeling better?”
“God, yes.”
“Good, now get with the making me as naked as you. I feel like grinding. And then I feel like letting you fuck me face down into this here pillow.” Xander squeezed his hand tighter as he spoke. He ran his thumb over the head of Angel’s cock and raised the come-soaked digit to his mouth.
Angel pounced.
Xander’s clothes were shredded, removed, thrown across the room and finally pronounced DOA as they hit the floor.
Their hips connected and their lips locked. Xander wrapped his legs tightly around Angel’s body and rocked against him.
“Oi, Xan! Where’s the remote?!”
They paused. “Um, in about a billion pieces, in the trash!”
“Eh?! Why?!”
“Um…could you give me a minute?! Or five?! Kinda in the middle of something?!”
“Yeah, 'course. Sorry, mate. I’ll talk to you when you’re done.”
“Thanks! Okay, where were we?”
“I think maybe we should continue this when there isn’t a Spike around to interrupt.”
“No way! I’m hard as hell and so are so you!” Xander moved his hips and rubbed his cock against Angel’s to make the point and seal the deal.
“Fuck, yes!” Angel ground his hips hard and attached his mouth to Xander’s neck for a good long suck.
“Annnnngellllll. Fuck me? Please? Fuck, please!”
Angel released Xander’s throat and flipped him over. He grabbed a well placed tube of lube from the nightstand and quickly prepared Xander for his entrance.
And what an entrance it was!
Xander gasped and groaned and pushed himself back onto Angel’s thrusting cock. He felt himself being tugged to his knees and he quickly held onto the headboard for dear life. “Fuck, Angel, yes. God, yes, fuckfuckfuckfuck!!”
Angel held tightly to Xander’s hips and thrust in an increasingly uneven rhythm. “Xander…I can’t live without…”
“I know. Can’t…live without…either. Fuck, love…you.”
“God, yes, Xander…love…you!” Angel thrust faster and reached around to pull Xander into completion with him.
“Oi! Peaches! Your cell phone is ringing!”
“Ignore him,” Xander gasped. “Just…just a little more. YES!” Xander came and clenched and brought Angel coming straight after him.
As they slumped down together on the bed, the sound of singing chipmunks got closer and the door handle twitched. Angel quickly grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it roughly over the two of them.
“I said, your bloody cell phone is ringing, you ponce!”
“Spike,” Angel growled. “Get out.”
“Pleasure. Just take the sodding phone.” Spike held out the said phone and waved to a sleepy, sated looking Xander. “Alright under there, pet? You look thoroughly shagged, luv.”
“I’m good. Thanks. You can go away now. And Angel? Please make the singing stop.”
Without looking at the display, Angel silenced the chipmunks. “Uh…Buffy.”
Spike mouthed ‘Ooops’ and quickly backed out of the room under Xander’s glare.
“Hi. Yes, I’m in town. Where am I? Oh, I’m…I’m…I’m on my way. Yeah, sure. See you there.” Angel hung up the phone.
“So, that was the Buffster, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“So, you’re going?”
“Yeah. The Magic Box. I have to look at the books. Sorry.”
“No! Don’t be sorry. The books are important, ‘cos, you know, what with all the dark magic and the potential badness and the possible running and screaming. You should go. It’s fine. I’ll be here when you…”
“You’re not coming?”
“No. Well, no. I mean, no. Um, did you…? Can I…? Did you want me to come?”
“I think we already did that.”
Xander hit him. “You know what I meant.”
“Of course I want you to come! You’re part of the team, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know,” Xander sighed. “But…it's Buffy. You haven’t seen her in months; not since…us. I don’t want it to be awkward for you. I’d rather stay away. See? I’m considerate guy.”
“It’ll be awkward anyway. I want you with me.”
“Are you sure? ‘Cos I could be with you in a spiritual, inside your heart sense? Or, or maybe I could be with you in a ‘send Spike on my behalf’ sort of sense? Yeah? No?”
“Xander…”
“I just don’t want to be in the way. I don’t want to make things worse. And I definitely don’t want to be foot in the mouth guy. I mean, you know I have kinda big feet, but my mouth? A whole lot larger.”
Angel silenced him with a kiss. “I want you with me. And I love your mouth. And your feet - even though you’re a kicker.”
Xander grinned. “I only kick when I dream.”
“And what on earth do you dream about that makes you thrash about like a drowning man?”
Xander blushed and sat up. “Nothing.”
“Xander, tell me. What do you dream about?”
“Just…stuff.”
“What stuff? What is it?”
“Living dead, terminator hamsters.”
Angel raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I know. It’s weird. They chase me, I run. Hence all the kicking. I sleep run.”
“That’s…strange. But endearing,” Angel said as he ruffled Xander’s hair.
“Hey, less of the patronising, Gabriel.”
“Less of the name calling, big mouth.”
“Practice what you preach, um, un-dead preaching guy.”
Angel leant in for a kiss. He nibbled Xander’s lower lip and gently sucked on it. “Let’s not argue, baby.”
“Mmmm, ‘kay.”
“Oh, bloody hell. Here we go again! Do you two ever disconnect? I thought we were heading out.”
Angel whipped his head around “Were you eavesdropping?!” he asked.
“No! Yes. Cable’s out. So, we going, or what?”
Angel turned to Xander and waited for the answer.
“Yeah, we’re going.”
TBC…
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