Bound to my Heart
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Adult ++
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Bound to my Heart
Title: Bound to Me
Author: Jediwannabe
Rating: NC-17! Eventually, lol!
Feedback: Please!
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Joss does.
Summery: Andrew and Xander have some alone time in the house.
It was a dull, dreary evening in the Summers' Household, and Xander was sprawled out on the couch. He wasn't sure how long he had been sprawled out for, but his freshly-brought-from-the-fridge beer was all warm and it was really good beer, so he was a little annoyed.
A muffled, teenage voice drifted in; Xander immediately placed Kennedy's insinuating whine. It ranked highly on the list of things he'd least like to wake up to, along with horses heads and missing limbs.
"... Don't know why we keep him around, anyway. He left a melted poptart in the toaster. Plus yesterday? The little housewife ironed creases in my bra. I say we get him the hell out of dodge."
The brunett potential wrinkled her nose, and walked out, scythe in tow. Andrew tiptoed in from the kitchen as soon as he heard the door slam. He stood in front of Xander resolutely, hands folded in front of him sternly.
"I don't like her, Xanderrrr" pouted Andrew, "she's like the Borg, and she says my cookies cause hypoglycaemia."
"You baked cookies again?" Xander instantly perked up.
Andrew nodded. He liked to bake for Xander. It made him feel useful because everyone liked cookies, and Buffy and Dawn so needed fattening up.. So did Xander. He looked awful cute with a marshmallowy stomach. What he failed to realise was that Xander himself thought the other man looked awfully cute in his blue chequed oven mitts.
"Why is Kennedy so rude to me?" Enquired Andrew, as Xander shoved a handful of quadruple chocolate chip cookies into his mouth.
His hands flailed wildly as Xander planted a soft yet masculine kiss on his lips.
"What was that for?" Squeaked Andrew.
"We have the house to ourselves," sauntered Xander, running a firm hand down Andrew's lithe arm, "we should probably take advantage of this opportunity."Andrew ran his hands over the carpenter's stocky, yet somehow muscular, form. He marveled at how soft and squishy he was; before they'd started their relationship, Andrew always assumed Xander would have a firm layer of muscle underneath his flesh, but instead found a pleasant plumpness. Perhaps baking him cookies every time he had a spare moment, and he certainly had a lot of spare moments, wasn't doing wonders for Xander's physique. He shrugged. Who cared; puffy Xander was cute.
"Mm," he ed, ed, as Xander writhed under his ministrations. "That is so hot." His weak, pasty chest ashamed him when he was faced with this god. He had thought that Warren was hot, but his hirsute form had nothing on Xander. His pecs were like soft meringue peaks on a baked Alaska. He cupped one in his hand, admiring how supple it was.
He fell backwards onto the sofa, taking Xander with him, and landing on top, hands never leaving the other man's chest, until one reached around to cup his soft, squishy ass, giving it a firm squeeze as Xander gasped into his mouth.
"Shall we move this to someplace quieter?" Xander asked, wondering why Andrew hadn't protested at being crushed or something.
"Um, maybe, but if we break any more slats on the bed, Buffy's gonna get madder than Worf in 'A Matter of Perspective'."
"Maybe I should cut down on the twinkies or something," Xander gestured to his plump stomach.
"Don't change a thing about yourself, Xander," Andrew smiled, coc cocked his head in the way that he always did, "I love you just the way you are."
Xander smiled a big, goofy Xandergrin at Andrew, and softly kissed him. They both tasted of the cookies that Andrew had baked earlier.
~~TBC~~
Author: Jediwannabe
Rating: NC-17! Eventually, lol!
Feedback: Please!
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Joss does.
Summery: Andrew and Xander have some alone time in the house.
It was a dull, dreary evening in the Summers' Household, and Xander was sprawled out on the couch. He wasn't sure how long he had been sprawled out for, but his freshly-brought-from-the-fridge beer was all warm and it was really good beer, so he was a little annoyed.
A muffled, teenage voice drifted in; Xander immediately placed Kennedy's insinuating whine. It ranked highly on the list of things he'd least like to wake up to, along with horses heads and missing limbs.
"... Don't know why we keep him around, anyway. He left a melted poptart in the toaster. Plus yesterday? The little housewife ironed creases in my bra. I say we get him the hell out of dodge."
The brunett potential wrinkled her nose, and walked out, scythe in tow. Andrew tiptoed in from the kitchen as soon as he heard the door slam. He stood in front of Xander resolutely, hands folded in front of him sternly.
"I don't like her, Xanderrrr" pouted Andrew, "she's like the Borg, and she says my cookies cause hypoglycaemia."
"You baked cookies again?" Xander instantly perked up.
Andrew nodded. He liked to bake for Xander. It made him feel useful because everyone liked cookies, and Buffy and Dawn so needed fattening up.. So did Xander. He looked awful cute with a marshmallowy stomach. What he failed to realise was that Xander himself thought the other man looked awfully cute in his blue chequed oven mitts.
"Why is Kennedy so rude to me?" Enquired Andrew, as Xander shoved a handful of quadruple chocolate chip cookies into his mouth.
His hands flailed wildly as Xander planted a soft yet masculine kiss on his lips.
"What was that for?" Squeaked Andrew.
"We have the house to ourselves," sauntered Xander, running a firm hand down Andrew's lithe arm, "we should probably take advantage of this opportunity."Andrew ran his hands over the carpenter's stocky, yet somehow muscular, form. He marveled at how soft and squishy he was; before they'd started their relationship, Andrew always assumed Xander would have a firm layer of muscle underneath his flesh, but instead found a pleasant plumpness. Perhaps baking him cookies every time he had a spare moment, and he certainly had a lot of spare moments, wasn't doing wonders for Xander's physique. He shrugged. Who cared; puffy Xander was cute.
"Mm," he ed, ed, as Xander writhed under his ministrations. "That is so hot." His weak, pasty chest ashamed him when he was faced with this god. He had thought that Warren was hot, but his hirsute form had nothing on Xander. His pecs were like soft meringue peaks on a baked Alaska. He cupped one in his hand, admiring how supple it was.
He fell backwards onto the sofa, taking Xander with him, and landing on top, hands never leaving the other man's chest, until one reached around to cup his soft, squishy ass, giving it a firm squeeze as Xander gasped into his mouth.
"Shall we move this to someplace quieter?" Xander asked, wondering why Andrew hadn't protested at being crushed or something.
"Um, maybe, but if we break any more slats on the bed, Buffy's gonna get madder than Worf in 'A Matter of Perspective'."
"Maybe I should cut down on the twinkies or something," Xander gestured to his plump stomach.
"Don't change a thing about yourself, Xander," Andrew smiled, coc cocked his head in the way that he always did, "I love you just the way you are."
Xander smiled a big, goofy Xandergrin at Andrew, and softly kissed him. They both tasted of the cookies that Andrew had baked earlier.
~~TBC~~