Three Sheets

Chapter 6-A Wanted Man

“He ALWAYS wants me?” Andrew asked, unconvinced.

“I always want you, Andrew,” the Xander-demon purred and slid a rough hand over Andrew’s hip. Andrew tried not to pass out and took a step back.

“Woah. Hold on. Um…” Andrew licked his lips The demon stood still, posed in the shining sun like a photo cut from a porn magazine. This Xander was nearly freakishly well-formed and tanner than George Hamilton. Loose jeans hung from his hips, revealing ripped abs and a fine trail of hair leading from Xander’s belly button to regions unknown. Andrew felt his heartrate speed up.

Okay. He’d do it. Just once—just tonight. Because who was he to look a gift horse—or construction worker—in the mouth? Hum…Xander’s mouth. It was so cute and sexy. And so was his chest, even though it was way fake. And that tan. What had he been thinking? What *was* he thinking? This was ridiculous.

“The skin is too dark? This is the skin I read in your fantasy. I can change it.” The demon’s skin lightened quickly. “There. Is he more pleasing now?”

“Yes. I mean NO! I mean, he was pleasing before—he IS pleasing. Very pleasing. You’re just not…him.”

The demon-Xander sighed. “You are *aware* that I’m a Rushmah, no? You didn’t get the wrong room? Because some of tishaisha have been trying to get me back after I hid their—”

“I know you’re a Rushmah. I’m just…I mean, I think I want this. Even though you’re not, you know, HIM. But I don’t know exactly…how to, you know…start…”

“Okay. Then, are you aware that this is *your* fantasy we’re following through with? Because parts of this should be looking very familiar right now. That’s kind of how this experience works, kid.”

“I know *how* this works. We *have* cable. I just don’t usually…in the fantasy. I mean…Xander is usuallly the one to…” Andrew was blushing and sweat, completely unrelated to the hot midday sun, stood out on his brow.

“Oh,” the demon said, understanding. “Yeah. Sorry, kid. Okay…where was I…” He shook his head as if clearing it and turned his attention to the blond boy fidgeting in front of him. “So…Andrew. What brings you down to the site today?”

As he talked, the demon lifted a box of tools and approached the exposed building, expecting Andrew to follow. He did. Andrew tagged along behind him, enjoying the scene of low-riding denim, the curve of exposed hip, and broad shoulders. Xander hefted the large box onto a pair of sawhorses and opened it, rummaging inside.

“Oh, I just wanted to…” What excuse did usually give? Somehow, he was always lacking in the details department of his fantasies.

“That’s great. Glad you’re here,” the demon responded, as if Andrew had actually given a reason.

Wow, Andrew thought, this was really the way his fantasy worked out. Pretty soon, Xander would—

“Could you pass me that hammer? I seem to have misplaced mine,” the Xander-demon asked.

Andrew smiled and gave a giddy jump. Yep, now things were going right. He could practically hear the porn soundtrack playing in the background.

“Bump-bump WOW…chicka chicka bump-wa…”

Andrew cringed. “I didn’t *want* that music, sir. It was just an expression. Could you just…”

The music stopped and Andrew heaved a sigh of relief. Then he spotted the hammer laying on the ground.

“Here you go,” he said and passed it to Xander as he had dozens of times in his fantasy. The dark-haired man eyed the extended arm and took the tool casually.

“You’re looking really good, Andrew. Have you been working out?”

Andrew gave another giddy jump. “Yeah! I’ve been doubling patrols this month and working with the slayers more. Thanks for noticing.”

“Oh, I ays*ays* notice,” Xander said with a wink. Somehow, with one eye still covered in the patch, the wink seemed almost blasphemous and Andrew became flustered. The demon sensed his discomfort and said, “Come here, Andrew.”

The young man stepped forward, suddenly very aware of the distance between his body and tof tof the glistening construction worker. The demon reached out one obscenely well-muscled arm and let his fingers trail up and down Andrew’s forearm.

“Yeah, this feels good. You’ve really been pumping iron. I can tell.” He let the hand slide up to Andrew’s shoulder and rest there. “What else have you been pumping, Andrew?”

Andrew shuddered and took a step closer, comfortable now that he knew the script and had finally decided to join the cast. “Lot’s of things. I could show you my technique.” Ug. Why did it sound so much better in his head?

The demon let both hands slide to Andrew’s shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. “Oh, I think I’d like that very much. I’m always looking for a new workout…”

Andrew paused. This fantasy would really work better at a gym or even on patrol…

“Shall I change our location?”

“Huh? No, that’s okay. Just keep…you know…”

The demon nodded and slid his hands up to cup the back of Andrew’s neck. “So, Andrew. What do you do? For your *workout* I mean.”

Andrew licked his lips and let his eyes rake the sweat-sheaned body before him. “I, uh, do *this*.” He began to unbutton the loose pants the demon wore, regardless of the fact that they were at a public construction site and Xander’s coworkers could show up at any moment. Then again, since it was a fantasy, he knew none of them *would*, which made him more confident.

“Andrew?” The Xander-demon let out a fake, surprised moan. “What are you doing. You know I’m straight.”

“Oh, I think you’ve just never been with *me,* Xander. Let me show you.” With that, Andrew let the jeans slide from the demon’s hips and fall in a puddle around his ankles. Xander, of course, wore no underwear and a proud erection jutted from dark curls.

Andrew knelt in the dirt while the Xander-demon leaned against an exposed beam and let his head roll back. The blond boy brought his head forward and gave an experimental lick; the demon groaned. Andrew smiled happily and wrapped his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue over the end.

“God, Andrew!” The Xander-thing moaned and bent low to push his cock more forcefully into the mouth of the kneeling man.

Andrew attempted to take in the engorged length, but found himself gagging instead. He quickly pulled back and tried again. This part never happens in my fantasy, he complained to himself as he practiced the technique he’d read about. He was supposed to be so great that Xander would beg him for more and—

“More, Andrew! More! Suck me harder! Make me come!”

Happily, Andrew obliged as the hot midday sun beat down on them through the beams overhead. Shadows criss-crossed over their bodies as Andrew sucked the Xander-demon off.

“Oh, Andrew! You’re right! I *am* gay! I just never wanted to tell you because I thought you’d be offended. Please love me!”

The human wiped his brow. It sure was hot. Temperature wise. His stomach hurt. It was probably because he’d had too many Cheetos.

“Oh, Andrew! You’re so good! I want you! I always want you to be here! Please don’t ever leave me!” the demon cried as he came. He thrust his hips against Andrew as he spoke the words that found their way into each of Andrew’s private fantasies.

Andrew tried hard to swallow, but he’d had too much to drink beforehand and the taste wasn’t really to his liking. Somehow, he’d imagined something sweeter but he didn’t really have anything to compare it with… He tried, again, to swallow, but suddenly realized that what he was swallowing wasn’t human spunk at all, but demon—

He began retching into the dirt and sawdust that covered the ground. Rough hands rubbed at his back, just as Xander had in the limo. That had been the best part of his evening, all things considered: driving in the rain with Xander rubbing his back…

“Are you okay?” the demon asked.

“Yeah, I just had too much to drink tonight and I think it’s—” The demon stepped back as Andrew vomited again. The blond boy sat up and wiped his mouth. “It’s not *you*, sir. Madam. Whichever. I think I just want to leave now. If that’s all right?”

The demon nodded and Andrew curled his head between his legs and waited for the room to stop spinning. How could he do this? Here he was, in a place where *Xander* was naked and coming in *his* mouth, and he was throwing up? He wished he hadn’t had the drinks in the limo. Or Mr. Giles’ beer before he’d left the house. Or the champagne that Fred had brought out. Or the seven tequila shots he’d done with Gunn. But Wes had kept setting them out and he didn’t want to be a rude guest…

The room stopped spinning. In fact, it didn’t look at all like the incomplete Sunnydale Library anymore. He sat on the floor in a room with white walls and no carpet. The Rushmah still looked like Xander, though. Thank goodness.

“Can I get you something?” The demon towered above him. Why had he imagined Xander so tall? He wasn’t really that much taller than Andrew. And even though he definitely had more muscles than Andrew, he wasn’t the Hulk. Reality and Fantasy. It was so strange how far apart the two really were. As Andrew stood up, the demon pressed a small intercom set into one w “Ye “Yeah, it’s me. We need a clean-up crew in Room 12.”

A throaty voice responded that the janitorial service was on its way.

Andrew was utterly humiliated.

“Don’t worry. No one will know, kid.” The Xander-thing said. Andrew gave a weak smile. “Just pull yourself together. Your friends are waiting.”

Oh. Crap. He couldn’t stay in *here* any longer, but how could he face the others? They would know something had happened! He began desperately fighting back tears.

“Hey, look at me.” The demon tipped Andrew’s face up to his. “You really *have* been spending a lot of time dreaming about this, haven’t you?”

Andrew nodded miserably.

“Well, I can *tell.* And if this Xander can’t tell how you feel, or doesn’t care…then it’s his loss, right?”

Andrew nodded again, drying his damp cheeks. He took a deep breath and stood, swaying violently. The Rushmah slipped an arm around his waist and escorted him to the door. When he got there, Andrew hesitated, hoping against hope that the hallway would be empty. He needed a few minutes to compose himself.

The demon was right. Xander didn’t love him and never would. It was like a bird wanting to be with a fish. Or was it a frog? Something about a sparrow? Andrew shook his head. Whatever. He pulled on his coat. The point was, it wasn’t meant to be. And that was Xander’s loss and someone else’s gain. Maybe he should leave town. Giles and the slayers would do okay without him. He couork ork somewhere else; he could meet someone else.

Someone else. He didn’t want someone else. He just wanted Xander. Wanted to fight *with* him and along side him and tend to his wounds. He wanted to watch him sleep and count his breaths and wait for the sun to rise with him. Xander would never love him, but maybe he was beginning to like him a little. They *had* become friends. Maybe friends would be enough. *Friends* could be enough to make Andrew half-happy forever. And half-happy *with* Xander was better than miserable *without* Xander, wasn’t it?

Andrew sighed. He could deal with half-happy. He could deal with it. As long as Xander never knew what went on at Splendor, he would be okay.

TBC…