Getting On...

Disclaimer: I am not Joss, I am no part of Mutant Enemy. I have no rights and make no money from this.

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PART 9

“Oh… God…”

How many times had Will reduced him to those two words, Xander wondered. More than he could count, he was sure… if he’d been able to count, which he couldn’t at the moment.

In fact, at that very instant, all Xander could do was try his best not to snatch his lover bald. It was a close thing, though. “William… baby…” he groaned, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he restrained the thrusting of his hips to mere rocking.

William had warned the man, hadn’t he? He was sure he had. He clearly remembered saying something about tasting Xander the moment they knew they were both free of anything unwanted, and since they were, well…

The voice on the phone had barely finished speaking when William’s finger ended the call and it was scarcely an instant later that he’d flung himself down the length of the couch, lips hard against his bloke’s while he tore desperately at Xander’s jeans.

And he was desperate. A fellow could only wait so long, after all, and while it had been years since he’d practiced this particular skill, he’d figured it was rather like riding a bicycle.

He’d figured right, he told himself happily, lips, tongue and teeth fully occupied with the thick, fragrant shaft currently sliding in and out of his mouth.

His hands moved slowly over lightly haired thighs, pushing denim down then slipping between strong, muscular legs and roaming higher, higher… and when he swallowed wildly, feeling the broad head of his love’s cock at the back of his throat, William couldn’t help moaning.

“Oh… G-god…” Xander whispered, ready to blow after less than two minutes of William’s hot, wet mouth. And then that unbelievably talented tongue was at his tip, delving wantonly into his tiny slit and he could feel the constant pulses of pre-cum growing stronger, more copious, and when that incredible mouth slid fully over him once more and he felt the soft exhaled breaths in the coarse hairs at his base, his fingers tightened, holding Will right where he was. “Baby! God, I’m…”

Dear Lord, his throat was full, and it was lucky that he’d never lost the trick of this because he was certain he’d have been choking otherwise. As it was, though, William merely moaned his own pleasure around the thick, welcome intrusion, flexing his throat wickedly as Xander’s voice went higher, then lower… and when his lover cried out, arching even deeper into his mouth, William nearly came, himself.

The thick, rich shots of seed seemed to go on forever, though after the first few, Xander’s hold relaxed slightly, letting Will pull back a bit to catch the taste on his tongue. Musky, a little bitter, but sweet all the same… ‘and bloody well addicting,’ William thought with satisfaction. ‘Never going to do anything to screw this up. Love him too much to lose him…’

Colored sparks danced behind Xander’s eyelids and he whimpered helplessly as Will lapped slowly at his softening shaft. He almost wanted to check whether the blond had literally blown his mind, but… that would mean letting go of Will’s hair and he didn’t think he could do that; not even when the man pulled back, letting the sated member rest against Xander’s thigh.

“Jesus,” he whispered, his eyes slowly fluttering open to look down into blue eyes darkened with satisfied gluttony. “Jesus, Will. That… you…”

William couldn’t help the smirk that twitched at his lips and he didn’t even try. “I admit to being a good bit out of practice, luv, but don’t worry. It’ll be better next time.” He ignored the sharp twinges in his bad leg and pushed himself slowly up the length of his lover’s strong body. “Promise you that much, pet,” he added, staring into half-lidded brown eyes and leaning down for a long, deep kiss as he felt Xander’s hands release his hair to slide down to his fabric covered rear.

“Bloody hell,” he groaned against red, panting lips when those thick fingers spread and pulled him hard against the work-toned body beneath him. “Xander…”

Even with having just cum, Xander felt his body tightening once more. A few more kisses, and he thought he’d be ready for another go, but… He flexed his hands, fingers digging deep into round cheeks, and he offered up a prayer to whatever saint listened to queers that Will wouldn’t freak out about what he wanted to ask him.

He ended the kiss slowly, gently, even while wishing it would go on forever. “God, baby… you’re so hard. So fucking hard and hot and Jesus, your mouth is fucking amazing! I… God, I hope you’re kidding about getting better because you’ll likely kill me if you do…”

William groaned again, the tight grip on his bottom stopping him from seeking the friction he so desperately needed. He rocked slightly against Xander’s lower abdomen, a small keening sound leaving him when the bloke’s hands held him harder. “Xander… please! Please, I need…” he bit his lip, trying again for blessed friction as his bad knee twinged from the angle it was bent to.

“I know. I know, baby. You need to cum, right?” Xander whispered, meeting wild blue eyes with nervous brown. “Hell, Will. If I hadn’t just shot down your throat, I’d have you bent over the back of this couch and you’d be cumming already, wouldn’t you?”

William groaned again, deeper this time. “Bloody fucking tease… Please, luv. Pet. Xan… please. Need to… bloody well hurts, luv…”

“Shhhhh… shhh, baby,” a whisper again, this time against one heated pink ear. “You’re gonna cum, Will. I just…” Xander swallowed hard and forced himself to keep looking into Will’s eyes. “If you’re that good with your mouth, baby, I… I kind of wonder how much better it’d feel to have you… inside. Um, inside me, I mean, and… and if you don’t want to, that’s fine, I just…” He gave his blond a sheepish smile. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. Ever since that first night, and… and… um, never mind, okay? I… I don’t know what I was thinkinmmmmpppphhhh…”

It had taken him a good few moments to catch up with Xander’s words; mostly because he hadn’t been able to believe that he was understanding correctly. Xander—big, strong, manly Xander—wanted him to… take him? Well, apparently, and William couldn’t find even a single part of himself that objected to the idea. Still, it had taken long seconds to process the request and try to find a response that wouldn’t seem too eager, and clearly those moments had been too long because Xander was trying to take it back and William couldn’t let that happen. Not when the unexpected but wonderful offer was something he wanted so badly himself. So William did the only thing he could think of to make his intense desire clear. He cut off his bloke’s words with a kiss, shifting a bit for comfort.

And God, he was drowning in Will. Losing himself in the soft lips that were so hard on his; in the tongue that was sweeping through his mouth with reckless abandon and Xander could only hope it was because Will wasn’t upset at him asking. Then those pale, elegant fingers were pushing his t-shirt up and how sad was it that he’d only just realized he was still mostly clothed? Hell, his jeans were tangled around his boots and Will’s light, beautiful skin was completely shrouded in linen and silk.

“Shit… stop!” he grunted, the words emerging garbled around Will’s tongue although the blond seemed to understand them just fine.

Bloody hell. He’d waited too long and now he’d lost his chance. When would he learn to stop thinking and just do? ‘Probably never,’ William admitted silently, even as he let the slightly larger man break their kiss. ‘I’ve gotten used to thinking since the accident. It was all I could do for the first six months, after all, what with the traction…’ But he couldn’t tell Xander that unless he wanted it to sound like an excuse, so…

“Sorry, luv,” he said quietly, failing miserably at keeping the disappointment from his voice, “I was just… well. As you said, never mind.” He closed his eyes, trying to force his erection away. “I… I can cum later, Xander. Don’t worry about me.”

Large hands released their tight grip, then began stroking slowly as Xander frowned. “Of course I worry about you, baby. I lo… look, I didn’t mean stop like stop forever, okay? I just…” He shrugged, his lips finding one sharp cheekbone and brushing it lightly. “I’m kind of tangled up, here. I… it’d probably be a good idea if we got naked first, y’know?”

Once again, it took William’s mind a few moments to get up to speed, but he could forgive himself that because Xander hadn’t changed his mind! He wasn’t regretting asking and William was suddenly even more ready than he’d been a few minutes earlier. “Anybody ever tell you you’re bloody well brilliant, luv?” he managed to say, his heart melting at the huge, happy smile his bloke was suddenly sporting. Bad leg be damned, he wasn’t going to move until Xander forced him to, and even then, it would be the kind of motion that would make him forget the short but sharp shooting pains in his leg. Yeah.

“Only you, baby,” Xander murmured, his hands sliding up and down Will’s spine slowly. “Only you.”

A soft, gentle snort. “Just goes to show that most people are bloody well stupid, then.” A deep, wanton kiss. “Naked, you said?”

Xander laughed, his voice just as shaky as his body. “Yeah, I’m thinking naked would be good. And maybe… bed, too.”

And as plans went, that one sounded bloody well perfect to William.

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Unfortunately for both men, their immediate desires were thwarted by William’s bad leg when the blond tried to get up from the couch and nearly toppled over with a loud, pained cry, catching himself precariously on the edge of the coffee table. “Fuck…” he whimpered, the pain doing what nothing else had accomplished and driving his throbbing need fully away.

“Jesus… Jesus, Will, don’t move!” Xander was pretty sure he’d never managed to get out of his work boots and jeans so quickly before in his life, but it was either lose them completely or spend even more time trying to get the pants unwrapped from the boots and William was in pain! More to the point, William was in pain and looking stubborn. The last thing Xander would allow was for his lover to hurt himself more by trying to play it off.

Bloody hell, he was acting like an enormous ponce! Xander was going to think he was useless. Or worse, far too fragile. If only his bloody leg hadn’t chosen that precise moment to give out on him, he could have been in his bed… and in Xander, which was the true tragedy as far as William was concerned. “Piss off,” he snarled to the concerned tone. “I’m fine, I am! Just a sodding twinge is all!”

One hand pushed off from the solidity of the table and William cried out again as his leg refused to bear any more weight. “Fuck… bloody fucking… sorry. Sorry, Xan. Just a pathetic poof, aren’t I, pet? Won’t blame you for being done with me now…” And he supposed the tears slipping down his cheeks were caused by the pain… and his sorrow, equally.

There was no answer Xander could make to the assumption that wouldn’t sound angry and so he said nothing. He simply pushed himself from the couch, leaving jeans and boots in a tangled heap, and scooped William up carefully.

He shook his head when the blond tried to speak, afraid of what might come out of his own mouth at the moment. William thought he would leave him because his leg wasn’t as strong as the rest of him? Thought he was pathetic because of it? Fuck. They were going to have words, and soon, but… not right then. Not when he was so fucking worried about his blond.

It didn’t take long to carry William through the enormous apartment, and even less time to start the bath filling once he’d set the man down on the closed commode. Linen and silk came off easily, as did his own t-shirt, and he lifted the slightly smaller body again, setting it with great care in the big, sunken tub before taking a position directly in front of Will, the distressed leg and knee cradled gently in his hands.

“Xander,” William began hesitantly, only to stop when the younger man growled. “I just…”

“Not. A. Word,” Xander hissed, fingers moving carefully over the now-swollen joint.

“But…”

Another, louder growl. “Just shut the fuck up, William. I can’t even…” Xander tried his best not to glare at the blond but he couldn’t help it any more than he could help the words that flew from his lips on a wave of fear and fury.

“How dare you let this happen, Will? How dare you hurt yourself like this! And for what? To suck me off? Fuck! I hate this! I hate it that you don’t seem to care if you cripple yourself! I care, William! And okay, it sucks that you even had that accident but how can you deliberately make it worse? How can you not see how much it hurts me to see you in pain at all, much less because of me?”

William whimpered just a bit as the gentle hands rubbed harder at his abused flesh. “I… I didn’t mean… bloody hell, Xander, I… I just wanted to be… normal; to give you what we both want and d-deserve…”

And oh God, he was hurting Will even more just by speaking but Xander couldn’t seem to stop. “You’re never going to be normal, baby. Don’t you know that? You…” He swallowed hard as most of his anger drained away at Will’s stricken look. “William. We can’t change what happened, right? It’s just… the way it is. You have a bad leg. We work around that, don’t we? So what made you think you had to hurt yourself? I… Jesus, Will. I’ve never seen you as pale as you were before. I could almost smell the pain rolling off of you. I can’t…”

Xander bit his lip and looked down at the tender knee in his hands.

“I can’t be with you if I don’t know you won’t do that again, okay? I… this—us—is supposed to be about pleasure, not pain. And that’s not me trying to break up with you, baby. I… the last couple weeks have been amazing and I don’t want to let you go but…” Hot brown eyes looked up again, finding pain-filled blue. “I need you to promise me, Will. Promise me you’ll say something when you start to hurt, okay? Because I can’t spend the rest of my life wondering if you’re pushing yourself too much out of some bizarre concept of what’s ‘normal’!”

He was breathing just as hard as Xander was, although William suspected it was for an entirely different reason. ‘The rest of my life’, Xander had just said, which seemed to—had to—imply a degree of permanence that they hadn’t even begun to talk about. And Xander wasn’t talking to him as though he were weak or helpless, but as an equal, and…

“I… I’m sorry,” William said again, this time sure of what he was apologizing for. “It’s… hard for me, luv. To believe you see me as a man and not as some broken child who needs to be taken care of.” He blushed deeply. “Ever since the accident…” William sighed. “Even my brother treats me as though I need someone to hold my hand while crossing the street. Of course, he also believes me to be mentally incompetent, for the most part, but… But I should have known better with regards to you. I… I’ve never wanted you to think of me as helpless, is all. Or as a project.”

He was entirely unaware of the bitterness in his own voice on those last words, but Xander wasn’t. In fact, the brunette made a mental note to find out more soon, even if it meant calling in a few favors, but he didn’t voice that thought. Instead, he let his hands move slowly but firmly over William’s leg, fingers finding the worst of the abused areas and soothing tightened muscles while the rising hot water leeched some of the pain away.

His eyes held Will’s and if more emotion than he was ready to speak of showed in his gaze, Xander really didn’t care. “I’ll hold your hand even when we’re not crossing the street, baby,” he finally said with a small but sincere smile, “Once you promise me. No ignoring what your body tries to tell you, okay? That’s a deal breaker. I can’t watch you…” He frowned.

William nodded slowly, his heart in his throat. “My word, luv. Don’t want to lose you, do I? Been happier these last weeks than…” His smile was sheepish but hopeful, even while tinged with the slowly fading agony in his leg. “Just wish I could be whole for you, pet. Wish you didn’t have to… hold back for fear of hurting me.”

And that was his real problem, William knew. He hated it that Xander couldn’t do some of the things he was sure the other man wanted to do with him because of his bloody bum leg. Hell, he doubted that Xander would ever offer to let him inside again after what had happened this time, and… “It was getting better, you know. Before tonight. More flexible, stronger. Then I had to go bollocks-ing it up, didn’t I? Story of my bloody life, that.”

Full red lips twitched into a half-smile at the annoyance in the blond’s tone and Xander moved closer, one hand supporting the still angry-looking knee as he draped that leg over his hip. His lips grazed lightly over Will’s jaw, teeth nibbling gently at barely stubbled skin. “Baby… if it was getting better, then it’ll do it again, right? We just need to be careful.” He smiled. “So I’m thinking that maybe… you know, if you still want to… maybe when you’re feeling better I could…” Xander blushed through the wicked grin that spread from the initial smile. “I could ride you, Will. I know you wanted to take me deep and hard. Hell, I wanted that too. Still do, one day. But while your leg is so bad, maybe…”

His voice dropped to a husky whisper and he spoke directly into William’s ear. “You could get me all slicked up, baby… I’d love to feel your fingers sliding deep into my ass. I’d be right there, crouched over you while you stretched me… never ridden anyone before, Will, so when I sank down onto you it’d be the first time for me. And God, I hear it feels so deep and intense… I want that, William. Want to feel that with you. I… I wish I could say I’ve never had anyone else in me, but that… it’d be the next best thing, wouldn’t it? And all you’d have to do is lay there and… watch… me… move…”

William’s moaned “bloody hell” was almost lost in the sounds of rushing water and Xander’s fast breaths but he knew his love heard it because one tanned hand was suddenly shutting off the faucet and moving to his wakening shaft. “Xander,” he grunted, low and deep, the hand on his bad leg stopping him from thrusting into the wet grip, “Fuck, pet, let me just…”

“No. No moving, no thrusting. Those are the rules for now, baby. I’m gonna carry you to bed and you’re gonna just lie there and let me do all the work. Got it?”

Another moan, this one deeper. “Bloody… yeah. Whatever you say, Xan. Just… need you, alright? Need you…”

Water sluiced in sheets from dusky skin as Xander released the blond and stood. He stepped from the bathtub then grabbed every towel on the heated rack a few feet away before returning to set them down and help Will from the tub.

He held most of William’s weight with one arm even as he wrapped a thick, plush length of looped cotton around the pale perfection of his lover, then did the same with a towel around his own waist… and as he dipped a bit to gather Will close, he murmured wantonly “Need you too, baby… fuck, it’s almost scary how much I need you. Gonna have you in about five minutes, though, so I think I can handle the fear…”

William’s lungs were working like bellows, dragging air in and pumping it out, and when Xander set him down gently on the bed, he lay back and stared adoringly at the fully revealed acres of skin as the brunette dropped his own towel. “Five minutes, luv…?” he managed to whisper, “So bloody long…?”

“We’ll start the timing now,” Xander murmured as he found the tube of lubricant from the night before—their first night at Will’s apartment. “And you will be inside me, baby. I… God, Will, I can hardly wait.”

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tbc...