Three Sheets to the Wind
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7
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Drunk....Again
DISCLAIMER: I own no characters or places mentione within, that dubious pleasure lies with Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter was written by Claudia6913
THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND
CHAPTER 2: DRUNK....AGAIN
The whole purpose of getting shit-faced drunk is to forget something. You don't drink heavy just to go hang with your friends. That isn't how it works. You drink that much to forget, or preferably, pass out and blackout, because if you did something to where that is necessary, it would probably be a blessing if it would happen. Moreover, for the most part, you did this kind of thing on your own. You don't have a group of friends watching and laughing and having a good time around you. There's just something wrong with that picture. Or, maybe there's just something wrong with him.
Oh yeah, there was something definitely wrong with Xander. Something really wrong. Like, wasn't this what got him in trouble the other night? Drinking. Yeah. He'd been drinking and then he went to the bathroom and... a guilty flush stole over his face as he glanced at a smiling Willow.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid...,' Xander chanted in his head over and over.
See, he wasn't following the rules of drunkenness.
Rule 1 - you don't drink in a group when you're trying to forget.
Rule 2 - you don't get blowjobs in a bathroom stall from guys you:
A - barely knew when they lived here
B – dated your best friend, whom you kissed causing the guy to break up with her before he cheated and subsequently ended up ditching town
C - didn't catch why they were back.
Rule 3 - Drink, cuss, repeat.
So, that's...three counts against him.
"I - I should go," Xander said, getting up slowly. The slower he got up, the less likely he was to fall over. And the less likely he was to fall over, the better his chances of getting out of that place without being forced to have all of them, and they would too, escort him home and then force him to spill. But, right now, he didn't feel like spilling anything...well, nothing they would like anyways.
"You sure?” Buffy asked. She had watched him pound back beer after beer in rapid succession for the past 45 minutes. She knew the need, but didn't understand.
"Yeah, just head back home and hit the sack," Xander said, amazed by the fact he hadn't slurred a word. "Have fun."
He nodded, no longer trusting his luck with his voice. He wasn't going to push the envelope with them. They were tricky. They only let you get away with so much bullshit before they called you on it, and Xander's bullshit...well; he could barely admit it to himself, let alone the rest of the group.
How do you tell them, 'Uh, hey guys. Was drinking the other day, saw Oz, let him lead me to the loo, and he proceeded to give me the best head job I've ever had. Sorry Ahn, but he can out suck even you.'
Trick is ... you don't. Period.
The cool of the night air hit Xander like a ton of bricks and he stumbled along the alley, holding onto whatever he could grab. He got a hold of something firm and cool, but not cold, and held on for dear life.
“Oi! What the bloody ‘ell’s gotten into you?” the thing Xander was holding onto cried out. It slowly sank in that first, inanimate objects don’t talk. Though, it is the Hellmouth, stranger things…well, ok, not this strange. And he recognized the voice too. That’s what made him stop. Well, that and the woozy feeling.
“Wha?” Xander asked, pulling away from his handhold far enough to look. Blond hair or he thought it was blond. After a long time of drinking, everything gets this fuzzy edge to it. And right now, it was more than just an edge…everything was fuzzy and blurry and out of focus.
“Smell like a stihl, you do,” Spike said, picking Xander up a bit, and holding him up.
“Drank, a lot,” Xander said, his tongue feeling thick. “Trying to forget.”
“Oh? Forget what?”
“Oz.”
“Who? Nevermind, why?”
“Best blow job ever had.”
“That so?”
Xander tried nodding, but slurred out a “Yesss.”
“Doubt that, boy,” Spike said, looking around. He wanted a place in the dark, show the boy a proper head job.
“Was there. I know.”
“Shut up,” Spike said, propping Xander up on some crates. He quickly undid Xander’s belt and dropped to his knees. Xander was only half-hard, the cool of the night air having made it retreat to the warmth within the human. Spike almost moaned, but held it in. Instead, he quickly grabbed a hold of Xander and, in one swift movement, had Xander’s cock in his mouth.
“Shit!” Xander cried out. His eyes tried to focus, and for one second he could have sworn he saw Spike, the bleached menace, on his knees sucking for dear life. But, even the thought of that was enough to make Xander laugh. Because, honestly, Spike would never do that.
“Laugh again, Pet, and I’ll bite it,” Spike said, before he dipped back down and sucked hard. Xander gasped and moaned, bucked and groaned, grabbing Spike’s hair and holding on.
Mumbled noises came from Xander and he almost swore he could hear the sound of a zipper through all of the sucking and moaning. Then, just a pale flash from a distant light, he saw it. Spike’s cock, his hand moving quickly over it and it was enough to have Xander erupting in a loud howl as Spike swallowed spurt after spurt of Xander’s come.
“Now who’s given the best blow job?” Spike asked after coming down from his own euphoria.
“Really should try this sober,” Xander said right before he passed out.
AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter was written by Claudia6913
THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND
CHAPTER 2: DRUNK....AGAIN
The whole purpose of getting shit-faced drunk is to forget something. You don't drink heavy just to go hang with your friends. That isn't how it works. You drink that much to forget, or preferably, pass out and blackout, because if you did something to where that is necessary, it would probably be a blessing if it would happen. Moreover, for the most part, you did this kind of thing on your own. You don't have a group of friends watching and laughing and having a good time around you. There's just something wrong with that picture. Or, maybe there's just something wrong with him.
Oh yeah, there was something definitely wrong with Xander. Something really wrong. Like, wasn't this what got him in trouble the other night? Drinking. Yeah. He'd been drinking and then he went to the bathroom and... a guilty flush stole over his face as he glanced at a smiling Willow.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid...,' Xander chanted in his head over and over.
See, he wasn't following the rules of drunkenness.
Rule 1 - you don't drink in a group when you're trying to forget.
Rule 2 - you don't get blowjobs in a bathroom stall from guys you:
A - barely knew when they lived here
B – dated your best friend, whom you kissed causing the guy to break up with her before he cheated and subsequently ended up ditching town
C - didn't catch why they were back.
Rule 3 - Drink, cuss, repeat.
So, that's...three counts against him.
"I - I should go," Xander said, getting up slowly. The slower he got up, the less likely he was to fall over. And the less likely he was to fall over, the better his chances of getting out of that place without being forced to have all of them, and they would too, escort him home and then force him to spill. But, right now, he didn't feel like spilling anything...well, nothing they would like anyways.
"You sure?” Buffy asked. She had watched him pound back beer after beer in rapid succession for the past 45 minutes. She knew the need, but didn't understand.
"Yeah, just head back home and hit the sack," Xander said, amazed by the fact he hadn't slurred a word. "Have fun."
He nodded, no longer trusting his luck with his voice. He wasn't going to push the envelope with them. They were tricky. They only let you get away with so much bullshit before they called you on it, and Xander's bullshit...well; he could barely admit it to himself, let alone the rest of the group.
How do you tell them, 'Uh, hey guys. Was drinking the other day, saw Oz, let him lead me to the loo, and he proceeded to give me the best head job I've ever had. Sorry Ahn, but he can out suck even you.'
Trick is ... you don't. Period.
The cool of the night air hit Xander like a ton of bricks and he stumbled along the alley, holding onto whatever he could grab. He got a hold of something firm and cool, but not cold, and held on for dear life.
“Oi! What the bloody ‘ell’s gotten into you?” the thing Xander was holding onto cried out. It slowly sank in that first, inanimate objects don’t talk. Though, it is the Hellmouth, stranger things…well, ok, not this strange. And he recognized the voice too. That’s what made him stop. Well, that and the woozy feeling.
“Wha?” Xander asked, pulling away from his handhold far enough to look. Blond hair or he thought it was blond. After a long time of drinking, everything gets this fuzzy edge to it. And right now, it was more than just an edge…everything was fuzzy and blurry and out of focus.
“Smell like a stihl, you do,” Spike said, picking Xander up a bit, and holding him up.
“Drank, a lot,” Xander said, his tongue feeling thick. “Trying to forget.”
“Oh? Forget what?”
“Oz.”
“Who? Nevermind, why?”
“Best blow job ever had.”
“That so?”
Xander tried nodding, but slurred out a “Yesss.”
“Doubt that, boy,” Spike said, looking around. He wanted a place in the dark, show the boy a proper head job.
“Was there. I know.”
“Shut up,” Spike said, propping Xander up on some crates. He quickly undid Xander’s belt and dropped to his knees. Xander was only half-hard, the cool of the night air having made it retreat to the warmth within the human. Spike almost moaned, but held it in. Instead, he quickly grabbed a hold of Xander and, in one swift movement, had Xander’s cock in his mouth.
“Shit!” Xander cried out. His eyes tried to focus, and for one second he could have sworn he saw Spike, the bleached menace, on his knees sucking for dear life. But, even the thought of that was enough to make Xander laugh. Because, honestly, Spike would never do that.
“Laugh again, Pet, and I’ll bite it,” Spike said, before he dipped back down and sucked hard. Xander gasped and moaned, bucked and groaned, grabbing Spike’s hair and holding on.
Mumbled noises came from Xander and he almost swore he could hear the sound of a zipper through all of the sucking and moaning. Then, just a pale flash from a distant light, he saw it. Spike’s cock, his hand moving quickly over it and it was enough to have Xander erupting in a loud howl as Spike swallowed spurt after spurt of Xander’s come.
“Now who’s given the best blow job?” Spike asked after coming down from his own euphoria.
“Really should try this sober,” Xander said right before he passed out.