Getting On...

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PART 10

If William were going to examine his true feelings about being ridden rather than driving, so to speak, he would have had to admit that he was somewhat relieved, and simply because of what he hadn’t had either the time or inclination to tell Xander yet. It was embarrassing, but he could actually count the number of times he’d topped a partner on one hand. Not because of lack of interest but because his former boyfriends—all two of them—hadn’t been that interested in catching, as opposed to pitching. In his darker moments, William was sure that their feelings had been based upon his own fumbling actions, but tonight… tonight with Xander, maybe he would be alright.

“Bloody hell,” he sighed, two fingers sliding slowly in and out of the tightest ass he’d ever touched; he was entirely sure of that much. Devon had been almost loose, and Lindsey… well, even he hadn’t been this tight. “Are you certain I’ll…” William blushed.

“Oh, God. Fit…?” Xander shivered slightly, his head hanging down as Will’s long, agile fingers stroked him from the inside out. “Yeah. Hell, yeah. God, it’s gonna be so good, Will. Fuck, baby, don’t think I can… oh yeah, right… just like that…” His eyes closed for a moment against the soft burn as William’s digits spread and twisted, never quite touching that sensitive spot. “Fuck. Fuck, Will. Let me… th-that’s enough…”

And oh, he was nervous suddenly. There were so many ways things could go wrong and he was already throbbing roughly at the knowledge that this was it. He was going to be inside Xander, feeling that big, strong body flexing around him while the man… “B-bloody… just take it slow, pet. I… don’t want you hurting yourself any more than you want me doing that, right?” And he thought that was a rather nice save, if he did say—think—so himself because he’d be damned if he was going to tell his lover that he was afraid of disappointing him. Xander would—or wouldn’t—find that out soon enough.

He pulled his fingers slowly from the slightly loosened hole, his hands gripping roughly at the sheets as Xander’s strong, thick fingers found the lube and spread a thin layer on William’s seeping cock. “Xander,” he nearly whimpered when the man was finally kneeling over him, that small opening perched at his tip. “Please, luv… God, please.”

He should wait. Xander knew he should wait. At least until Will’s leg wasn’t so wrecked, but… God, he’d already been waiting so long and been so afraid of freaking the guy out that once he’d gotten the go-ahead, he just couldn’t stand knowing Will wanted it as much as he did without actually having it, and now… “I love it… when you… beg, baby,” he groaned, eyes opening to pale skin in dim light.

His hips shifted just a bit, centering Will’s cock carefully and then he pressed down, hands finding the solid swells of pecs as he bit his lip and tried not to cry out at the sensation of that shaft—slightly smaller than his own in girth but equal in length—piercing him fully, pushing past his tight sphincter and sliding in until Xander was seated firmly against Will’s groin, his heavy sac resting on thick, coarse hairs. “Ahhhhhh…” he sighed, the sound emerging like a benediction.

William had no idea of what words were flowing from his own mouth; he only knew he was speaking at all because of the vibrations in his throat, but that was fine, that was good, because Xander clearly wasn’t listening anyway. All he really did know was that he’d never felt like this. Not even once. Being inside Xander’s body made him feel whole, alive, brand new and reborn. And maybe it was because he’d never been bare inside anyone before, but somehow he doubted it. He had a feeling… no, he knew. It was just the man sitting astride him that made him feel so… right.

His fingers flexed, releasing the sheets and moving to shaking thighs. “Don’t move, Xan,” he whispered, caught in the perfect trap of deep, surprised brown eyes. “Not yet, yes…? Just want… God, want to feel you like this for a moment, pet…”

And thank God for that because Xander didn’t think he could move. Not even if he’d wanted to. He’d been right earlier. He’d never felt anyone so deep in him; never expected the swell of emotion choking him at having taken Will in so deliberately, and entirely by choice. It was… God, it was like nothing he’d ever known or even thought to know. It was… stunning. Feeling Will, knowing there was nothing between them, nothing keeping this from being real and right and true, and…

And it didn’t matter that Larry had been naked inside him before, Xander suddenly realized. He hadn’t known then; hadn’t had a say. But this time he did. This time he knew and he’d nearly begged for it and… he was glad.

“William,” he whispered back, fingers spreading on the man’s pale chest, “I… this is it. You. I…” He smiled shakily, seating himself more firmly still. “I think you’re stuck with me, baby.”

Blue eyes prickled with small tears, William’s smile reflecting joy at the unexpected words. His hands tightened on Xander’s thighs and he nodded. “Right, then. I get to keep you. Bloody well brilliant, that is, what with not wanting anything else, luv.” He swallowed, clearing his throat softly. “I… I think perhaps you might… move now, Xan. Just a bit…”

“I… yeah. Now would be good, baby…”

They were the last words Xander would speak for quite a while that were recognizable as such because once he started moving and felt the perfection of William’s body beneath him, Will’s ready cock sliding out then in with his own motions and pressing wickedly against his prostate, whatever was spilling from his mouth couldn’t possibly have made much sense aside from ‘good, Will, God’. His fingers dug lightly into soft skin and he growled when he felt the damaged form beneath him try to arch as he slid down another time.

“Do that again and I’ll stop,” he threatened seriously, losing the ability to speak again when William’s body settled once more.

God, he was dying. William knew it. As good as it had felt to have Xander pressed down tight and hard on his shaft, it felt even better now that the man was moving and there was no way that he could feel such an intense degree of pleasure and not die. And Xander would stop if he moved? Well, apparently. He’d used his sincere-voice for the threat, after all.

Still, even as he forced himself to remain as motionless as possible, William made a mental note to coddle his bad leg because the next time… oh, the next time Xander let him in, he was going to move. So hard and fast and deep that his love wouldn’t be able to even think, much less make ultimatums.

His fingers dug deep into flexing muscles, hopefully leaving bruises behind. He wanted Xander to remember this for days… wanted Xander to feel him even after their loving came to its inevitable conclusion. And with that thought in mind, William let his hands slide up to Xander’s solid hips, pulling the bloke down harder onto his throbbing, pulsing shaft.

“Going to cum in you, luv,” he groaned, head pressing back into the pillow as he heard his love gasp roughly above him. He stared helplessly at Xander’s close-eyed and pleasure-swamped face even as he repeated the action. “God, Xan… going to fill you up, pet. So full. Make you so full of me you’ll never wonder, never even think you’re anything but mine, yes…? Bloody… hell…” the last words escaping as a strangled grunt when the already tight ring of muscle clamped roughly around him. “Xander…!”

He rocked and writhed, impaled wonderfully on Will’s amazing cock… the same cock that was pressing so unavoidably against that small, sensitive nub inside him, and his prostate was definitely Xander’s new second-best friend, right after Will’s cock, which had swiftly replaced it in his heart. He yelped softly, William’s words echoing through his head even as he pressed back and down, shifting helplessly once he was flush and tight against the blond’s groin again.

He was fairly sure that his mouth was doing that fish thing again, but Xander couldn’t find it in himself to care. Will was inside him and making him feel so much more than he’d ever felt before with anyone and… and Will wanted to keep him and Xander for damned sure wanted to be kept, and…

“Fuck…! Cum, baby! Cum for me, cum in me… now, baby! Now, Will!” Xander’s back arched hard, even as one hand left William’s chest to move back, holding the bad leg as still as he could while the blond beneath him rocked up, tensed and bowed. He howled roughly and jerked, his own cock spitting sharp, wild spurts of hot seed over Will’s pinkened skin while the shaft buried so deep inside him swelled further still then pulsed harshly, spilling matching heat deep into his bowels.

It wasn’t until the larger, darker body pressed down onto his torso and hot red lips found his neck that William let his hands move from Xander’s hips. His fingers stroked slowly up the brunette’s spine, languidly tracing the thick cords of muscle that outlined it so perfectly. A working man’s muscles, designed by nature to be strong, resilient, capable. Just like his bloke.

It was too soon. Far too soon. But he couldn’t help it; couldn’t hold the words back. “I think… I love you, Xan,” he whispered, his cock still nestled deep within that perfect sheath. “Bloody well sudden, but… think I do, pet. Can’t seem to stop caring more and more…” He bit his lip, hoping against hope that the bloke wouldn’t cut and run.

Jesus, he was wrung out. Hell, he could barely even think about what it would be like when Will’s leg was feeling even a little bit better. Not that he ever wanted to give up being in William’s ass because he loved that but… Jesus, Will had been fucking perfect, even without moving much.

He felt the hands on his back; felt the soft little rumble in William’s chest… and then he heard the words his blond was speaking and Xander… froze.

‘He loves me…? William… loves me…? He… and he said he wants this to go on and God knows I do too, and… and it’s not just me? It’s him, too, and we’re both feeling like… God, this really is it and he’s everything I ever… and God, I never felt anything like this with Larry. Not even with Jesse, and that… I thought that was the whole ‘Once In A Lifetime Love’ I’ve read about but I was wrong and I think this is and…’

And he suddenly realized he’d been silent too long because Will wasn’t making that happy-rumbly sound in his chest anymore. In fact, William was tensing and the hands on his spine were still.

Xander cleared his throat and lifted his weary head, looking deeply into wounded blue. “You’re right,” he said softly, his heart aching at being the one who’d put that look on his lover’s face. “It is sudden. I never expected… but I feel it too, baby. I think I always did, from the minute we met.” He blushed just a bit. “I don’t know why else I’d ask you to get tested with me so soon; especially when my first thought about that ‘anything’ you promised me was… um.” He swallowed his words and blushed even more. “I… I guess I’m saying that I… fuck. I love you too, Will. William. I… love you. I do.”

There was nothing in the world like seeing the way Will’s face went from despairing to ecstatic in less than two seconds and Xander couldn’t keep his mouth from closing over the pale pink lips that were already open with what looked like bliss.

Oh, yeah. He loved William, alright. There was nothing else that could explain the swelling of his… heart in that moment.

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“You sure I can’t come with you, pet?” William prodded, his lower lip pouting out as he watched Xander pack. “Could just stay at the hotel while you’re busy with family and whatnot…”

God, he hated saying no but he didn’t have a whole lot of choice. When Dad said ‘jump’, he pretty much had to ask how high. Not that it happened often, of course, because one thing Rupert Giles had never been was overly demanding… not once Xander had set out on his own to prove himself, anyway. In fact, Dad only insisted on him attending the yearly meet-and-greet with the board of directors and major investors and while Xander knew that a man like William would be an incredible asset and raise his own status, he hadn’t quite gotten around to telling the blond about his other life, and besides…

He folded the last pair of jeans carefully and set them inside his suitcase before snapping it shut. “I wish, baby, but Cordy would kill us both. You’ve only been working with her for six weeks; she’d probably hunt us down in like a second if you missed even one session, much less four in the week you’d be gone.”

William sighed, his fingers plucking unhappily at the edge of the pillow that had become Xander’s over the last five weeks. His lover was right, of course; Cordelia Chase—his physical therapist and the premier sports therapy provider in the entire state—would have kittens if he disappeared, even with notice, and he didn’t want that. The young woman was bloody well frightening when she was on a tear. He could hardly believe that Xander had known her in school, had been friends with her… and still was.

It didn’t help that the girl had been reluctant to add him to her roster, either, but Xander had kept at her for almost a month until she’d finally agreed to even meet with William. He counted himself lucky that she’d decided in his favor since his bad leg was already better—after only six weeks under her care—than he’d ever expected it to be in his lifetime. Still, he hated the idea of seven entire days without his bloke, though the nights were more worrisome to him.

He gazed at the tall, strong shape beside the bed, his teeth worrying lightly at his full bottom lip. Xander was going home to Sunnydale, California. Going home to see his father and sisters… and whomever else he’d left behind, not that the brunette had said as much, but still.

And what if Xander got there and spent time with said persons and suddenly realized that he could do better than a half-crippled bloke who couldn’t even fuck him properly for another month, on doctor’s orders. Or PT’s orders, anyway, which was more or less the same thing as far as he could tell at the moment.

Add in the little fact that while he knew Xander’s story, the younger man had no clue as to who William actually was, and… but maybe it wouldn’t matter to Xander. Or maybe it would. William couldn’t quite manage to take the chance, which was exactly why he’d never taken his lover to meet his own family… or what was left of it.

And yet here he was, losing his bloke anyway, just as surely as if he had told him the full truth.

William could feel his heart aching already, even while he tried to smile. “I would be willing to risk it, luv… rather face off against her than be here all alone…”

And oh, God. His heart was breaking just from the mental image of his Will tossing and turning in the big bed they’d gotten used to sharing. Of course, Xander would be equally lonely in his old bed at his Dad’s house, but that didn’t bother him nearly as much as the thought of William being unhappy.

He pulled his suitcase from the bed and set it carefully on the floor before crawling slowly up the mattress to press soft, deep kisses to pouting pink lips. “I’m gonna call you every night, baby… hell, probably every hour. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without hearing your voice, y’know?” Xander sighed softly, pulling William’s body over his own, hoping he wasn’t causing any damage to his blond’s recovering leg, but then again… if all the fairly energetic sex hadn’t done it, he doubted a simple roll would. “I want to find you right here when I get back, Will,” he murmured, one hand on the blond’s perfect ass while the other tangled in silky wheaten locks. “Preferably naked and slick for me. I… fuck, Will. I’m gonna be so fucking frustrated when I get back. Maybe you should arrange for a few days off because… oh, hell. You won’t be able to walk once I’m through with you.”

A small groan slipped from William’s lips and he closed his eyes, diving into Xander’s mouth as though for the last time. His tongue delved deep, trying to impress its shape and taste in his bloke’s mouth as a warning, a claim… a possession of sorts.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Xan,” he whispered, pulling away. “Bloody hell. Don’t want to let you go. Think I could fit in that suitcase if I curled up all tight and such. I’d have to toss the clothes but we wouldn’t really need them, yes?”

Xander found himself laughing, regardless of the fact that Will was obviously only joking a little bit. “I love the way your mind works, baby, but my Dad would probably kill me if I just stayed in my room… at the hotel… all week. Besides, I don’t think it’d be good for your leg, either. Now I really have to go. I’ll miss my flight otherwise…”

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