October 21, 2006
1,088 words
Written for Lostakasha in the Xander round at maleslashminis. Request found
after the fic.
Thanks to Helen (betagoddess) for the beta.
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Xander slumped down on the sofa, groaning. "You reading that?" he asked, pointing at the magazine Angel was holding loosely in his hands. He didn't think Angel actually liked Rolling Stone, but he figured it was something to do when you were stuck in here all day. Angel really ought to get some rest, but Xander knew he hadn't been sleeping. Not unless he'd actually passed out, and Xander hadn't seen him do that yet. It made him wonder sometimes if vampires actually could pass out. At least Xander made sure Angel ate, but he couldn't be held accountable if Angel didn't sleep.
Angel handed Rolling Stone to him, and rubbed his eyes. "I'll be out of your hair tomorrow."
"Uh?" Xander frowned, confused. "Why?"
"You probably have things you should be doing-girls or guys you'd like to date-and I'm just in the way."
"Uh?" Xander's brain was too tired to try to make sense of that. "But-I haven't said anything." He wouldn't think twice about it if he wanted Angel gone. It's not like anything had ever stopped Xander from speaking his mind to him. Somehow, though, he kinda liked having him here.
Angel shook his head. "You won't." He shrugged. "I know you took me in just because you had no other choice, and they pushed you into it. It wasn't your idea."
"Uh, maybe not, but I don't get how that makes you think I want you gone." Xander sat up, looking at Angel, and putting the magazine down on the table. "Especially after..."
"You don't even like me," Angel interrupted him.
"Ah. So now we're back to that, are we?" They'd gone over this. Many times, yesterday being a prime example, and the latest one. Xander really didn't want to start again. "Look, I don't mind having you here."
"Xander-"
Rolling his eyes, Xander grabbed a hold of Angel's shirt and pulled him from the chair onto the sofa. "Shut up." Angel's lips weren't actually cold. Room temperature, maybe, but Xander would probably need further exploration to be sure. For the moment though, he didn't move, just left his lips against Angel's, and waited for him to react and do something. Since Last Night-capitals intended-Xander hadn't been able to get Angel's mouth out of his mind, and he had tried.
"That's new," Angel murmured against Xander's lips.
Xander's smiled. "Yeah, usually your mouth is doing other things, but I thought this would shut you up."
"Other things would too."
"Yeah, but this was faster. And you would have argued if I'd tried other things first."
"True."
"So... are you going to kiss me now?"
Angel's hand came up behind Xander's neck, holding him and pulling him closer. Their lips pressed hard together, and Xander gasped as they started to kiss. Centuries of experience really did make a difference. Xander let Angel's tongue coax his lips open, and moaned when Angel entered his mouth.
They broke apart, Xander panting, and Angel still just as perfectly composed as ever. "Wow," Xander murmured, grabbing Angel's shoulder before he could even think about moving away. "Let's have more of that."
Angel laughed, a sound Xander couldn't remember hearing in the past three months since Angel had shown up in England, and Xander had let him crash on his couch. Angel laughing usually equalled creepy, but not now. Now it sounded-
Nice.
"I was thinking we could-"
"Other things?"
"Yeah."
Xander kissed him again. "I liked you on your knees last night." It wasn't like they had meant to do it. Xander had been exhausted, again, and he'd passed out on the couch, and Angel had tried to move him, but he'd ended up waking Xander up from a particularly arousing dream. Xander had still been half asleep when Angel had helped him sit on the bed, and then had knelt between Xander's legs. And when Xander had woken up that morning, his head filled with images of Angel on his knees, Angel had been back on the couch, and neither of them had mentioned it.
Though Xander hadn't been able to stop thinking about it.
"Good." Angel kissed him back, and slid down to the ground, pulling Xander's legs apart. "Take yourself out for me."
"God yes," Xander said, the words sounding less like words and more like a moan. He fumbled with his belt, and then his pants, finally reaching in and grabbing his hardening cock, pulling it out.
"Good." Angel wrapped a hand around the shaft, stroking it slowly, before licking the tip.
"Fuck." Xander threw his head back, a hand sneaking around Angel's head and holding tightly to his neck, fingers tangling in Angel's hair. "God yes." Angel's mouth was good at what it was doing. Really good. Nice, warm, tight, skilful, perfect around Xander's dick, sucking and licking and-"God!" Xander was losing his mind, in a very, very good way.
It didn't take long before Xander's hands clenched on Angel's neck, and he started to move his hips, urging Angel to go faster and harder. "Fuck, gonna come, Angel, fuck!"
Angel swallowed.
Xander's cock throbbed and he came, a soundless moan on his lips. When he came down from the edge, shuddering, and panting, Angel sat back on the couch, and gathered Xander in his arms. "What-what about you?" Xander asked, voice weak and wavering.
"Don't worry about it."
But Xander's hand was already sneaking down, and he grabbed Angel's crotch. Angel groaned, his lips fastening on Xander's neck-and that should have made alarm bells ring in Xander's ear, but he was too distracted by the fact that Angel's pants were wet, and he was obviously softening even as Xander touched him. "You came."
Angel shuddered, nodding against Xander's shirt. "Yes."
"Damn. That's hot." Xander turned his head, brushing his lips against Angel's. "Want to move to the bedroom?"
"I'm not sure that's a good idea."
Xander groaned, rolling his eyes. "You really have a thick skull, don't you? We kissed. You blew me, I was going to do the same to you, but apparently sucking my cock was enough of a turn on. And now you want to sleep in separate rooms? No. Way. My bed's way more comfortable than the couch anyway." Xander stood, letting his pants fall to the floor, and shrugging off his shirt. "Come on."
That night, Xander slept with Angel's arms around him, and when he woke up the next morning, Angel was still there. Sleeping.
The end.
Male character (one) you want paired with Xander: Angel
Up to three things you want in your fic: A copy of Rolling Stone magazine, kissing
Up to two things you don't want: Spike; Angel-bashing
Preferred maximum rating: NC-21 (oh yeah....)