April 14, 2007
1,500 words
Follows Past Perfect. Written for Mireille in the minor characters' round at maleslashminis,
as a series of three 500 words ficlets with shifting POVs between Jesse
and Xander. This one is also unbetaed.
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January 1st, 1997
He'd planned this carefully.
Everything down to the fresh sheets on his bed, the towel on his nightstand, the movie in the VCR; everything would be perfect. When Xander got there, Jesse would pop the pizza in the oven, and they'd have half an hour to make out on the couch.
Jesse really liked making out with Xander.
And tonight, he wanted to figure out if he liked doing other things with him too. Which was why there was a condom in that nightstand's drawer, and lube under that towel. He'd braved the pharmacy for the supplies, arriving beet red at the cash register, and paying quickly without ever meeting the cashier's eyes. She must have laughed at him afterwards, because he knew he'd acted like an idiot. But he was fifteen, and no matter how many times he kept telling himself that at least he was doing this right, it was still embarrassing as hell.
He'd almost skipped that part, because he knew that they'd probably never get that far their first time, but he was like a boy scout, wanting to be prepared for all eventualities. And it was definitely an eventuality.
Xander was late.
Jesse bounced on the heels of his feet, clapping his hands nervously. Xander should have been there five minutes ago already, and Jesse's heart was beating way too fast, and if Xander didn't get here soon, he'd probably lose his nerve. Or have a heart attack--whichever.
Maybe Xander was standing him up. They hadn't seen each other since before Christmas, because it was a Harris family tradition that Xander spent the week between Christmas and New Year's at his uncle Rory's house. He hadn't wanted to go this year; Jesse had been there when Xander had argued with his parents to let him stay, but Mr. and Mrs. Harris hadn't wanted to hear any of it.
Xander was back now though. Jesse had spoken to him on the phone just three hours ago, and he knew Xander's parents had said yes to him spending the night. They did that a lot, so it didn't look suspicious.
Jesse took another look around the dining room, trying to see if there was anything else to do, but there was nothing. His parents had left just two hours ago, and his mom hadn't wanted to go until everything looked pristine and perfect--which would explain why they were three hours late leaving to go to his grandparents. They hadn't even said anything when he'd told them he didn't want to go. His father had nodded and his mom had given him advice on how not to burn the whole house down when he was cooking.
Getting them to agree to Xander being there the whole time they were away, that had been trickier.
There was a knock on the door, and Jesse jumped, startled. He went to open it and let Xander in, pining him to the wall as soon as the door was closed.
That was the kind of hello Xander liked. Jesse had looked kinda nervous when he'd opened the door, but a second later, that was all gone, and Xander was being kissed within an inch of his life.
"I missed you," Jesse said when he pulled back, grinning like a loon.
"Yeah, same here." Xander kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his coat, lips burning.
Jesse went into the kitchen, saying something about pizza, and Xander put his schoolbag on the floor next to the couch, before sitting down.
"Did you bring your history books?" Jesse called from the kitchen.
"Yeah!" Xander answered, loud enough for Jesse to hear. "But I don't get why you needed me to do that, it's not like we have homework or anything."
Jesse walked into the living room, slumping next to Xander on the couch, thighs touching. "It's the only way my parents would agree to you being here. I told them we had a big history test when we get back, and it'd be quieter to study here."
"Oh! Good plan," Xander said. "You impress me, Spock." This time, it was him who initiated the kiss; a hand behind Jesse's neck, pulling him closer until their lips met. He'd missed making out while he was away. He'd dreamed of it, of Jesse, of kissing him. Long hours bored out of his skull, because there was nothing to do at uncle Rory's, and Jesse was all Xander could think about.
That had led to a lot of private alone time between Xander and his hand. Sometimes, he'd even imagined it was Jesse's hand.
He groaned into the kiss, pulling Jesse even closer, hands wandering under Jesse's shirt.
They made out until the timer went off in the kitchen, and even a little after that, because it was hard to let each other go. Xander would say it was all Jesse's fault for being so damn good at this whole kissing thing, but Jesse would keep arguing over and over again that Xander was just as good, if not better, at it than Jesse was. And then it started smelling like burnt pizza.
It was a little dark on the edges, but they still gulped it down, along with about two litres of soda. Jesse said it was okay if they just left the dirty dishes in the sink, as long as they washed it before his parents got home, so that's what they did. Xander was very anxious to get back to the making-out part of the evening.
He wasn't the only one either, because Jesse was pushing him against the counter, hands on Xander's hips, and kissing him again. He tasted like burnt bread and pepperoni and a bit of cheese, and Xander just couldn't get enough of him.
Xander let his hand wander up under Jesse's shirt again, and then pulled it over Jesse's head, and Jesse did the same to him.
That's when Jesse mentioned going up to his bedroom.
Xander looked as nervous as Jesse felt.
They were both shirtless, and panting, standing in Jesse's bedroom just a few feet away from each other. Shaking, Jesse took a step forward, licking his lips and reaching out to touch Xander's chest. He'd wanted to do that ever since he got Xander's shirt off.
Shivering, Xander asked: "How do we do this?"
"I think the first step would be: pants off." Jesse gave Xander a nervous smile, and slid his hand down to Xander's waist. "Unless you don't want to; we can just keep making out."
Xander shook his head. "Making out is good, making out is very good, even, but I really kinda want more right now."
More was exactly what Jesse was shooting for here, so he grinned, and stepped even closer to Xander. "Pants off, then," he said, fingers already on Xander's fly. It shouldn't be too difficult to get the button and zipper undone quickly.
Except apparently it was. Jesse frowned; his fingers felt like they were slathered with butter, and he couldn't keep a hold of the button long enough to get it through the hole. Xander sighed, and Jesse glared at him, hissing: "I'm trying."
"Yeah, but not succeeding," Xander replied, pushing Jesse's hands away and doing it himself. "Your turn now," he said when he was standing there in his boxers.
Jesse undid his own pants, and grabbed both of Xander's hands, pulling him closer until they were kissing again. Okay that they both knew how to do. Maybe they should just keep doing that, and see where it took them.
They stumbled on the bed, both of them struggling to get their boxers off without having to pull away and stop kissing. They finally managed it and Jesse moaned when Xander pushed him on his back and settled over him. "What are you doing?" Jesse asked, breathless.
"I don't know, but it feels good, right?" Xander gave a tentative thrust of his hips, his cock sliding against Jesse's stomach.
It definitely felt good. Maybe even a little bit too good. Jesse felt his groin tighten. When he reached down, his hand brushed against Xander's cock, and the gasp Xander gave was enough for Jesse to change his plan. He grabbed Xander's erection instead of his own.
Xander quickly picked up on what Jesse was doing, and he wrapped his hand around Jesse's cock. He was stroking, and Jesse couldn't stop anymore. He came, crying out and hearing Xander do the same. They shuddered together for a moment, and then Xander slumped down besides Jesse, panting.
"I, uh," Xander murmured. "Sorry, didn't mean it to end that fast."
When Jesse looked at him, Xander was staring at the ceiling, cheeks flushed in a way that made Jesse feel smug. "We'll get better," he said, putting a hand on Xander's chest. He could feel Xander's heart beating fast under his palm.
Xander turned to him with the widest smile on his face. "Yeah, we will."