Getting On...

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PART 5

The bathtub clearly hadn’t been designed with the idea of two grown men sharing it in mind, but with a good bit of shifting and wriggling they managed to find a comfortable position.

Xander mumbled softly, not actual words but simply contented sounds, though William was fairly sure the man didn’t realize he was doing it, and he’d be damned if he was going to call attention to it, in any case. Not when those sounds made him feel so… warm and welcome, anyway.

He leaned back into the broad form behind him, hands rubbing lightly up and down the strong thighs he was nestled between, and when Xander’s strong, capable hands slid the soapy washcloth over his chest, William let his head fall back onto one solid shoulder, enjoying the sensation of the long, hard shaft sliding slightly against his back.

“ ‘s nice,” he murmured, the warm water soothing a variety of aches he hadn’t even noticed. “Usually just shower. Might have to change that…”

A sly smile spread across Xander’s lips as his hand slid down trailing cloth and soap to the waterline. “Mmmm… yeah, me too. Suddenly seeing the appeal of soaking, here. Probably wouldn’t be anywhere near this good alone, though.” He rubbed his cheek against William’s hair, lips finding the edge of the man’s jaw and pressing a slow, soft kiss to the warm skin as he released the washcloth and stroked William’s turgid length playfully. “Just making sure you’re clean,” he murmured when the action had the blond pressing back harder against him.

“B-bloody… no, I’m incredibly dirty, pet… think it m-might take a bit more… w-washing to clean me up… bloody hell, Xander…”

His hand slid slowly, teasingly, fingers toying lightly with Will’s foreskin then sliding down to cup and roll the man’s lightly haired sac before slipping back further and dancing around the tight pucker he’d been inside so recently, and when William was a begging, pleading mess, writhing against him so hard that water was splashing over the edge of the tub, Xander finally spoke. “Remember when you promised me anything, baby…?”

“I… oh, God…” He could barely remember his own name, he was so aroused. “X-xander, please… please, luv… please, pet…”

Xander chuckled and stroked Will’s shaft a bit faster, increasing the pressure as the blond gasped huge gulps of air. “I was gonna ask you for something entirely different, baby,” he heard himself saying, “but I have a better idea. I’ll tell you when you can think again, okay?”

“Unnngh… y-yes… a-anyth-thing… j-just d-don’t s-s-stop…” William wasn’t sure of what he was saying but it made Xander’s hand move faster still, and that was truly all that mattered right then. His body pressed back harder into the muscled mass of his lover’s and he cried out sharply as the incredible sensations rose higher and higher, finally cresting and breaking over him. “Xanderrrrrr…!” he mewled, the back of his head pressing hard into the man’s shoulder as he came right there in the bath.

His own orgasm came as a shock, but Xander was too busy experiencing it to wonder at the fact that William cumming with his name on his lips had that powerful of an impact. Instead, he wrapped his free arm around the blond’s waist and pulled him tighter to him, sliding his own tender flesh along the indentation of Will’s spine. “God…” he groaned, breathing hard as he spilled his last.

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Another night, another bath, and they’d actually managed to end up under the covers this time, William thought with a shy smile. And it was a good thing, too, because the last thing he needed was to catch a cold so soon after meeting and discovering Xander. He shifted slightly, his scarred leg laying over Xander’s knees and when the brunette merely looked at him and tightened his arm around him, William couldn’t help but smile even more.

“What’s so funny?” Xander asked, the fingers of his non-Will-holding hand tangling with long, pale digits lightly. Maybe they were both Will-holding hands, he decided with a grin. Then again, it wasn’t like that was any hardship, so he just kissed the blond’s hair lightly.

William shrugged, hiding his blush by pressing his face against Xander’s broad chest. “Nothing. I was just thinking… as angry as I was about it at the time, I’m rather glad my car broke down the other night.”

If William had been looking, Xander was sure he would have caught an entirely too gay and utterly sappy look on his face. Still, “Me too, baby… and thank God I offered to return the cement to that purveyor. I…” He swallowed hard and stared fixedly at the ceiling, tracing the familiar crack in the paint as he forced himself to go on. “Remember when you said ‘anything’, Will? I… did you mean it?”

His embarrassment forgotten for the moment due to the oddly tentative tone of Xander’s voice, William nodded slowly, his cheek grazing one dusky nipple. “I’ll not be parading naked down the street or anything of that nature, but… yes, Xander. I… oh, for fuck’s sake. I… what are we doing here, Xan? I mean, are we… that is to say, is this… oh, bloody hell, I know we’re blokes and a good shag is just a good shag but is this something…” He bit his lip nervously, wondering if he’d just screwed up the best thing to happen to him in… ever.

“Something what?” Xander murmured, relief singing through him as he understood what Will was trying to ask. “Something more than just a suck and fuck…?” He took a deep breath and released it loudly. “God, I hope so. I… look, Will. I don’t know the why or how of it, but… I want you. Not just a fuck. Not even some sort of casual on again-off again thing. I… it’s just… the minute I saw you standing there in the dark, looking so damned right, I…”

He sighed and shook his head, entirely unaware of the hungry gaze locked on him while his eyes traced that crack above him again and again, an entire river of sudden doubt flowing through him. “But I don’t want to lose this, okay? So if you just want a… fuck buddy, I… I’ll live with it. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop wanting more, though… okay?”

“Are you off your bloody nut?” William almost snarled the words, sitting up and pushing the blankets to his knees, regardless of the hands still holding onto him. “Here I’ve been worried that I was getting too clingy and would scare you off and the whole time you’ve been thinking… what? ‘William’s having a go at me; just fucking about’? Are you completely mad? Or is it that you think I’m some sort of slut? That I’m so bloody easy, I’ll take any bloke I can get?” He snorted angrily. “You are the first man I’ve had any sort of relations with in… six years, three months and twenty-seven days, and if you truly believe I’ve not had opportunities in all that time—even with the scars and the limp—then you’re sadly mistaken!”

He struggled to disentangle himself from the larger man, growling deep in his throat when he couldn’t manage it. “I saw you that night, Xander, and all I could think about was getting to know you—and not merely in the biblical sense—and yet you’re suggesting that I want nothing but…” His eyes narrowed dangerously as he saw the very obvious—to him—twitching of a smile at the brunette’s lips. “And don’t you dare laugh at me, you… prat!”

Xander tried not to laugh; he really did. But the way Will was glaring at him with his drying blond hair sticking up in soft, downy tufts was too adorable. He did his best to restrain himself to a chuckle, though the other man clearly didn’t appreciate the effort.

“I… I’m sorry, baby. It’s nothing, just…” He shook his head and sat up himself, rather than release his hold on his angry lover.

“No, tell me! Tell me what has you so bloody fucking amused!” William demanded, his glare becoming even hotter. “I will not sit here and be ridiculed! Not even by you!”

Xander blushed just a bit then nodded. “Okay, fine. You really want to know why I was smiling, Will? I’ll tell you, but don’t blame me when it just makes you mad. Madder.” He sighed silently when his most winning smile was met with a hard stare.

“I was thinking,” he said slowly, shifting just an inch or so closer to the man, “that you’re the first guy I’ve ever known who’s made me want to tell him he’s beautiful when he’s angry. I never got it before, y’know? When guys would say that to women, I mean. I always figured angry was just… angry, right?” He shrugged sheepishly. “But you…” Xander collapsed back onto the bed, pulling the blond with him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Will, and when you’re all mad like this? Shit, I wish I had a camera so you could see…”

And just like that, William felt his anger draining away to be replaced by an oddly pleased acceptance. “Yes, well,” he grumbled, squirming just a bit to get comfortable at Xander’s side again, “I doubt you’ll need a camera if you’re planning on being so bloody infuriating all the time. You’re likely to see me in all my stunning sodding ‘beauty’ more often than not.”

The words had Xander smiling again, this time with pure pleasure. “And no,” he said after a long moment during which he pulled William against him and kicked the covers high enough to reach them, “I don’t think you’re a slut. I just… well, we never really talked about what we wanted and… I didn’t want to push.” He shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t want to scare you off, either.”

A long silence, during which William considered that, and then the blond spoke softly, his cheek once again on Xander’s chest, one arm resting lightly across the brunette’s stomach. “So what did you want for your ‘anything’, Xander? I… we seem to have gotten sidetracked.”

Tanned skin flushed deeply before Xander found his voice.

“I… I was thinking, Will. Maybe we could… go and get tested. I… Hell, I was clean eight months ago and I haven’t… anything at all since then and…” He groaned softly, hoping the blond understood just how seriously he was taking this… whatever they’d begun.

“And?” William prompted, tilting his head to look into Xander’s troubled face, “And what, pet…? Tell me.” He held his breath, wondering if he could possibly be understanding right and hoping against hope that he was.

Thick fingers left slender, pale ones and Xander cupped William’s face gently, resisting the urge to lighten the mood by crying ‘ouch’ and pretending the sharp cheek bone there had cut him.

“I want us to be sure we’re clean, Will,” he said softly, “and when we are, I… God, I want to… I mean…” He blushed even more deeply.

William couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his lips and he didn’t even try. “You want to slide into me bare, don’t you Xander?” he murmured silkily as he slipped his bad leg further over his bloke’s solid hips. “You want to be entirely naked and deep inside me… and when you cum, pet… you want me to feel it, want it dripping down my legs when I try to walk.”

He smirked even more at the groan the words earned him, shifting his weight and levering himself up until he straddled the brunette’s lap, the man’s long, thick hardness trapped between his thighs and their bodies as his own shaft grew.

“Doubt I’ll be able to walk, though… not after being pumped so full and deep, Xan. Have a good notion that you won’t stop with just once, after all. Not once you’ve felt me around you without that bloody latex between us, yes…?” He leaned down, letting his tongue play wantonly at Xander’s lips then darting it inside when that hot red mouth opened on a gasp.

Christ, he was in Hell! And what was worse was that Xander knew it.

William was on him and that pale, beautiful body was pressing down with its full weight. His ready-again cock was snugged deep in the crease between Will’s legs and he could feel the blond’s heavy balls against his shaft… and William was kissing him, taking his mouth with abandon and joy and… and God, with such intense desire and maybe… maybe his new lover wasn’t as submissive as he’d thought and that was definitely a good thing but he wasn’t going to ask; not yet.

His arms closed roughly around the slightly smaller form and Xander moaned into the kiss, his hips arching to rub his cock between those pale thighs almost desperately.

He would ask Will to take him. After they’d both come up negative. Hell, he’d beg the blond if that was what it took, because… he wanted exactly what William had said. And he wanted to feel it, too.

“God… yeah,” he groaned into that hot pink mouth, hands finding and holding toned ass cheeks as he moved his lover faster, harder, their turgid shafts finally meeting and sliding together in the slick fluids they were both leaking.

“William,” he begged in the brief moment when his lips were free, “Cum for me…!”

Lust-glazed blue eyes met equally hot brown and William groaned. “You first,” he demanded, and if they actually throbbed and pulsed and spilled together at virtually the same moment, well… that was fine too, he figured.

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