Jitters, Assumptions, and Boogie Nights

Title: Jitters, Assumptions, and Boogie Nights
Author: Scarlet
Email address:scarletsfiction@yahoo.com
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Pairing(s): Andrew/Xander
Category: First Time, Romance, PWP
Challenge: #11 A book, movie, or TV show gets the characters engines revving.
Include this line: "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!”
Warnings: None
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Xander and Andrew on their first quasi-date. Xander cooks and Andrew finds himself… *enlightenment* about certain things.
Author's Notes: Set Post-Chosen. Little else matters.
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“…so then, he races down the hall and holds up his sword,” Andrew demonstrated an Xander with a dinner fork, “and says, ‘My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!’ I mean, it’s one of the most kick-ass moments in movie history!” Andrew, finishing his description and his dinner, flung the fork to the table happily.

“It does sound kick-ass. We’ll have to watch it. You know…next time.” Xander smiled shyly over the cold spaghetti he’d attempted for dinner. When he’d invited Andrew over for their first “unofficial” date, Xander had been a little apprehensive-well, scared shitless was more like it-but seeing Andrew standing on his doorstep and shifting nervously from foot to foot had put him at ease. It was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one who was having first date jitters. Make that first-gay-guys-date, jitters. Now he sat staring at the blond boy across the remnants of a less-than-satisfactory Italian banquet.

“So…you think there should be a ‘next time’?” Andrew asked, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

“Sure, although I do think that when we do this again I should *not* be allowed near the kitchen. I think that honor is all yours.”

“Dinner wasn’t that bad. And you could hardly tell that the bread was burned. It was only charcoal-y on one side.”

“Well, thanks. Oh! There *is* one food that I really excel at. Hows about I set us up with some popcorn? I have a button for it on the microwave and everything!”

“I could go for some salty goodness. And beer. Lots of beer. Popcorn and beer, breakfast of champions.”

Xander smiled at Andrew’s nervous babble, then he quickly started the popcorn and pulled two beers from his refrigerator as Andrew turned on the television. “I don’t know if tonight’s movie will be up to ‘Princess Bride’ standards, Andrew.”

“That’s okay. I’ve been wanting to see it.”

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen ‘Boogie Nights.’ ”

“My mom wouldn’t le—I mean, I was too busy, I guess.”

“Well,” Xander said, joining Andrew with the beer and popcorn, “I’m glad you’re not too busy now.” He passed one to Andrew who smiled thankfully. Gods, that was one beautiful smile. He had all but decided to kiss him right then, but Andrew broke his gaze and sat down. Xander settled in next to him on the couch and thvie vie began. He hoped Andrew wouldn’t mistake the film for the blatant decoy it was. Short of renting a film called, “Andrew, you make me horny. I think we should make out like crazy,” he had to settle for Marky Mark’s soft-core porn.

As the movie progressed, Andrew became very excited. “Hey, don’t you think that guy that just came in looks a little like—I mean if you tilt your head a certain way, he kinda looks like—”

“That guy from CSI?”

“Yeah! That’s it!” Andrew smiled happily and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. Xander darted quick glances at him, watching the progress of popcorn to lip with great envy. Damn. He *really* wanted to kiss him. He should just dive in. Andrew might not mind—he’d appeared eager enough when Xander had asked him over. Well, when Xander had *finally* asked him over. He didn’t count the three aborted tries before he’d rushed out “So, you wanna come over and hang and watchamoviewithmemaybelikeadate?” But Andrew had rushed in with his own quick “Yes” even before Xander was done talking. That meant he was interested, right?

Xander spared a quick peek at him with his good eye. Andrew was still fixated on the movie, oblivious to his date’s scrutiny. Xander took a deep breath. This was the hardest part-with a girl *or* a guy. He wasn’t one to rely on cheap gimmicks like the Head Scratch-Elbow Tuck or the Fake Yawn-Arm Sling. If he was going to do it, he’d do it right.

Mustering his courage, Xander took one last look at Andrew before slipping his arm around his shoulder. There. One thing down, a million more moves to be made before he had to worry about the Great Unknown.

Andrew sighed and wiggled closer, tucking his head against Xander’s chest. Yep. I could get used to this, Xander thought. He nestled his beer between his legs for easy access and settled in. Feeling brave, he took a piece of popcorn from the bowl and brought it to Andrew’s lips. The younger man opened his mouth happily and Xander tossed it in before taking some for himself.

Andrew smelled so good. What was that? Cologne? Maybe it was fabric softener. He kind of smelled like Willow. In a good way, of course. Xander realized that it was becoming harder and harder to watch the movie with a tasty blond bundle next to him.

As he moved to place a kernel at Andrew’s mouth the tiny, wet point of a tongue darted out and Xander placed the popcorn on it. Andrew pulled it into his mouth, leaving a languorous lick on Xander’s thumb. Xander felt his cock swell. Yep, nervous or not, parts of him were definitely interested in some of that Great Unknown.

For some time Xander watched in contented, albeit horny, silence. The appealing body resting heavily against his own had everything to do with the hard pressure in his pants. Andrew shifted closer, dropping his hand onto Xander’s thigh, only inches from his beer and beyond that…Xander quickly drank the last of his beer in two gulps. Placing the bottle on the coffee table, he moved back and Andrew returned happily to his body. His hand dropped back into position, stroking lightly at the loose denim of Xander’s jeans.

Around and around he rubbed, Andrew’s fingers mapping small circles until Xander thought his dick would explode if it didn’t get more direct attention. Worried that mauling his date before the movie was even over might be considered in bad taste for a first date, he instead slipped his hand into Andrew’s and laced their fingers together. Andrew squeezed and Xander breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, he was a horny twenty-something year old but he could control himself, dammit! Well, he could try, at least.

Xander could tell that the movie was nearing the end. Thank god! Who knew a movie about the porn industry could feel so *long*? He felt Andrew shift next to him. Glancing down, he realized that Andrew’s luminous face was tipped to his, his lips buttery and shining. Seeing an invitation when it was presented, Xander nervously pressed a kiss to greasy lips, reveling in the smooth feel of slippery skin. The blond boy was only the third guy he’d kissed but, unlike the others, with Andrew he felt his nervousness fall away. Andrew’s mouth softsoft and salty and his tongue was every bit as pleasurable as Xander had imagined it to be.

It was only then that Xander realized that the room was getting darker. When they’d first put the movie on, the sun was setting and there’d been no need for more light. Now, the room was dark save for the flickering of the television screen. As they kissed, their faces were awash in blue/gray light. Xander had a sudden flash that if they’d had any kind of an audience, it might look like they were making their *own* porno. Hum…Andrew being videotaped…naked, oiled, on a bearskin rug in front of a fire…or across the desk in Giles’ office…

Xander moaned against Andrew’s mouth at the delicious thought and slipped his hands under Andrew’s UC Sunnydale sweatshirt. Smooth skin, lean and increasingly muscled, met his touch and he ran his hands across the delightful expanse.

He felt Andrew’s hands working at his own clothing. Why the Hellmouth had he decided to wear a button-up shirt? Oh, yeah. Because he wanted to look nice for Andrew, who always looked oddly beautiful. Now *there* was a thought he’d never let slip. In the small place in his head where he *had* to be honest, Xander had always thought Andrew was prettier than both Buffy and Anya combined. That wasn’t something you said out loud, of course. And usually not to the object of your affection unless you wanted to get a *very* strange look, or worse. But Andrew…

“Xander…” Andrew’s mouth was roving over his jaw, panting his name. Xander pulled them down until they were lying together on the couch, their bodies pressing insistently at each other. Seeing the buttoned shirt as too big of a challenge for the moment, Andrew had contented himself with stroking Xander’s ass through his jeans, pulling him closer and eliciting small, happy groans.

Things were rapidly spinning out of control, Xander though. Not in a bad way, of course. But he hadn’t prepared for, ahem, certain contingencies. He had condoms but nothing else and based on what he’d read in gay chattrooms since coming out, the “something else” couldn’t be skipped without some pain. Pain that he didn’t much desire himself and he certainly wasn’t going to inflict on Andrew. It was time to pull it back a little.

Xander sat up, arranging his shirt and pulling the blond boy with him. “We’re missing the movie,” he explained. It sounded lame and he hoped Andrew wouldn’t be offended that he’d stopped, but the younger man simply smiled and moved to lay his head in Xander’s lap. Hum…now that opened up a *lot* of new possibilities. He ran his fingers through Andrew’s hair and tried to calm his raging hormones as they finished the movie.

“Okay, Andrew. You have to watch this last part. It’s supposed to be, uh, famous. I mean, the movie is famous for…never mind. Just watch.”

Onscreen, the huge computer generated cock dangled proudly. Xander found himself growing harder and, for the umpteenth time, thanking the creators of CGI.

“So…? What did you think?” he asked as the credits finally rolled.

“Well,” Andrew began, “It wasn’t bad. Mark Walberg has a great body. And, Julianne Moore is always stunning.”

“What did you think about…about…” Xander wasn’t going to admit that, while he was now very buzzed from the beer and also very interested in his own penis, he wasn’t sure he was up to saying the word “penis” out loud in front of someone that he fervently hoped wanted *his*. Why else would he have rented a movie about the porn industry if not to get that ball rolling on it’s own?

“Oh, the movie was fine. I thought the chronicling of his rise and fall was a beautiful format for the—“

“That’s not what I was…never mind.” Xander blushed and started to sit up.

“No. What did you mean? I’m sorry.”

“The penis.” There. He said it. And he’d say it again. But only when fully inebriated.

“What about it?”

“Well…you don’t see that every day,” he hedged. Andrew just looked confused. Maybe, Xander thought, he wasn’t familiar with stuff like this. While Andrew might have clocked more “out of the closet” time than him, he was probably a lot less knowledgeable about the male body than even Xander was. “You haven’t seen a lot of porn, have you Andrew?”

“Not really,” Andrew admitted. Ha! He was right. “Does that make me weird?”

“Nah, that’s cool. It’s just that that was a *really* big one.” As Xander finished off the last of the popcorn, Andrew still looked confused. “Why do I feel like I’m speaking Ewok?”

“Oh, I guess I was just confused for a minute. Yeah, it *was* fairly…large.” It almost sounded like a question and Xander found himself somewhat disconcerted and then a little jealous.

“You didn’t think it was large?”

Andrew gave a weak, bewildered smile and then said, “Sure, it was big.”

“Well, have you ever, you know, been with someone who had a penis…like that? Really big, you know…?” Please say no. Please say no, he thought. Not that Xander’s own member was something to laugh at, but it wasn’t going to win a beauty contest against the one in the movie.

“Not exactly. I mean…No, I’ve never been with someone who’s…you know.” Andrew was blushing now. His face was crimson and sweating.

“What about in a gym or something? Have you ever seen one that big in a locker room?” Xander prodded. Andrew was definitely hiding something. He was considering something deeply and seemed very confused by the results.

“I don’t know…Never mind.” Andrew said finally, eager to change the subject. He stood to carry the bowl into the kitchen and Xander felt the sudden realization that could only have come from being a foot away from another man’s crotch.

“Andrew, do you…I mean, have *you* got…” Andrew’s eyes were wide, his lips pinched shut, too embarrassed to speak. Instead, he shrugged. Xander found his innocent blush adorable and was instantly intrigued. Andrew stood uncertainly before Xander, waiting for him to decide whether or not he would pursue this line of questioning.

Risking it all, Xander reached out with his other hand to stroke Andrew’s cock. The young man was wearing roomy cargo pants so it was difficult to be accurate, but Xander could detect the definite bulge and Andrew nearly dropped the empty bowl.

He looked up at the nervous young man and smiled, waiting for him to tell him it was okay. Andrew wrapped his hand around the one Xander already had at his crotch and pressed it against him harder.

Yep, message received. Xander took the bowl from him and pushed Andrew gently against the couch. He fell back into its soft depths and Xander quickly joined him, straddling him and plucking eagerly at the bulging prize.

“Xander?” Andrew choked. The dark-haired man looked up quickly. “Kiss me.”

Damn. A raging hard-on and morbid curiosity had him acting like a demanding prom date. What was he thinking? He shifted his weight to his arms and lowered his mouth to Andrew’s. Then he lost himself in the sweet sensation until he heard Andrew moan beneath him. The soin hin his ears sent a message to his cock and he found himself harder than he’d been all night. He rolled the other boy over, no small feat on the narrow couch, until he was draped across him.

“You are a great,” he left a kiss on Andrew’s mouth, “big,” and another one on his throat, “Andrewblanket,” he finished, wrapping his arms around the blond youth. Andrew squirmed on top of him, smiling as Xander’s eyelids closed in pleasure.

“I wanna take off your shirt,” Andrew whispered, running his lips over the small triangle of skin visible at Xander’s collar. The dark-haired man nodded emphatically and Andrew plucked at the buttons. The lowest ones were a little tricky, as Andrew’ had to lift himself from the body below him to do it.

“I may have only one eye, but I think I can work a button,” Xander joked. He shifted and sat up, swiftly helping Andrew to remove the offending shirt and then Andrew’s own. He pulled Andrew back onto the couch, too nervous to suggest anyplace more intimate. He hadn’t planned on this happening. Hoped, wished, desired, and imagined, but not planned. He was a terrible Boy Scout.

Andrew rocked his hips against Xander’s and he felt his curiosity returning. Andrew hadn’t seemed nearly as impressed as Xander had at the CGI penis. If he hadn’t been with a man that had a penis that size, hadn’t watched one in a movie or seen one in a gym…and he hadn’t answered Xander’s earlier question…Or maybe he just expected *all* men to be that size. What if Andrew expected *Xander’s* dick to be… Sudden performance anxiety stilled Xander’s roving hands. Oh, god!

“Are you okay, Xander? You’re kind of quiet all of a sudden.”

Xander, you have to keep it together, he thought. Andrew loves you. Or at least he likes you. A lot. He’s told you as much for months. Now is *not* the time to wig out. “I’m fine, Andrew. Very fine,” he added, turning Andrew to his side and kissing a soft trail across his nipples and down to the soft downy trail that led to the young man’s Happy Place.

Focus once again found, Xander climbed further down Andrew’s body and eagerly opened the top button of his pants. He began nuzzling his navel as he slid the zipper down and pulled fervently at the khakis. Andrew lifted his hips to help and Xander slid them off, Andrew’s boxers tenting nicely below him.

Xander gave a giddy mental giggle. This was like Christmas and his birthday all wrapped up in one beautiful blond package. As he moved to drop Andrew’s pants onto the floor, he felt Andrew sit up and then hot breath at the nape of his neck. Wet lips sank down on his earlobe and he shuddered happily.

“Lay down,” Andrew requested and Xander complied. It was a scramble to fit them both on the couch but Xander moved uncomfortably until he was stretched out all of the way. The young man’s hands began working at the buttons of Xander’s pants, but he was nervous and fumbled at them for a long time before finally getting them off. Xander watched their progress with amusement and desire. Andrew really was beautiful. Why hadn’t he done this before? Months had passed since Sunnydale had become a smoking pit and it was only now that he finally had the nerve to ask him out. Too much wasted time. Now, clad in only their underwear, they lay side by side stroking each other. He wouldn’t waste that time again.

“Is this…I mean, do you think we’re going too fast?” Andrew nervously asked. Xander smiled, considering.

“I don’t know. Do you wanna stop?” he asked. Andrew answered with shocked, wide eyes.

“No! I mean, if you wanna stop we can and—“

“I don’t want to stop. I—” Xander stopped as Andrew’s palm slid softly over his navel. “I don’t think I *can* stop…or form an entire thought…so I think we’re definitely onto something here. Will you do that again?” Andrew slid his hand once again across Xander’s smooth belly. The dark-haired man arched into his touch and gasped slightly. “Yep. Like that. That felt really good.” He smiled at Andrew, trying to put him at ease. “You know what else feels really good?” Xander slid his hand across Andrew’s hip, slipping below the waistband of what appeared to be Halloween boxers, and toward the hard prize within.

Andrew gave a surprised yelp and snatched Xander’s hand out before standing up, his chest heaving.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” What was he saying? Of course Andrew wasn’t okay.

“I’m fine…I was just…I was just thinking about something and…I got worried.”

“What, exactly, are yorriorried about? Is it the first time thing? Cause I’m all over that. Xander is big with the virgin wiggins here.”

“It’s not that. I mean it is sorta, but, it’s not that.” If possible, Andrew looked more nervous.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing! It’s probably really stupid.”

“Andrew. Nothing you say could be stupid.”

“What about that time I told you that Timothy Dalton had better stage presence than Sean Connery and that—“

“Nothing you say *on this couch* could be stupid,” he amended.

“Okay…but you have to promise not to make fun of me.”

“Andrew. I promise not to ever make fun of you. I’d *like* to make love to you. If you want to, that is. When you’re ready.”

Andrew’s eyes dilated with promised pleasures. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Okay, the thing is, Faith said that men only want one thing and that when they get it, they don’t want you anymore.”

“Uh, huh…”

“And then Dawn said that guys only like Sherry Jacobson—“

“Who?”

“Some girl in her biology class.”

“Oh.”

“—because she has big boobs. And then *Rona* said—“

“Hold on. I’m sorry, but what does this have to do with you?”

“I just…I want you to respect me!” he said suddenly, hands poised on his hips. It was comical, really. Xander tried to hide a smile. Mustering all of the seriousness he could manage with a demanding hard-on pressing against his underwear, he moved his hands to cover Andrew’s.

“I *do* respect you, Andrew.” Despite the silliness of Andrew’s outburst, Xander found himself speaking sincerely. “You are the most gentle person I know. You take care of all of us, you’re super smart, you try so hard and you love so hard…I *do* respect you. And I admire you. That’s the truth.”

Andrew smiled softly, his eyes glazed. “Really?”

“Really.”

He nodded with acceptance and stepped closer to the couch. “Then I think I want to. Make love. Eventually,” he stuttered.

“Well…good,” Xander answered, aware that his hands were resting temptingly close to a *very* noticeable bulge. “Because I want to, too. Eventually.” He leaned forward and left a kiss on Andrew’s belly. “But now…” Xander slipped his hands around the slim body in front of him. Pulling Andrew right up to the edge of the couch where Xander’s legs were now splayed, he nuzzled his face against the young man’s stomach. He opened his mouth and left noisy, wet kisses up and down the exposed skin and gave his belly button a quick raspberry.

“Xander!” Andrew giggled. “Come on!” He let his hands rest on broad shoulders and Xander looked up at him adoringly.

“You come on,” Xander said softly, his words tinted with innuendo. Andrew’s smile faltered and changed to one of desire. He nodded slowly and Xander smiled tenderly at him.

With Andrew’s hands still resting on his shoulders, Xander ran his palms across his body, teasing and exploring. Serious now, the blond boy trembled under his touch. Xander let his hands slide down to rest at Andrew’s hips again and then began kissing his belly in earnest. His hands slid lower still and took Halloween fabric with them and Andrew stood before him, naked.

Oh. Dear. Goddess.

Xander panted softly, staring in open awe at the swollen member before him. It was the Mt. Everest of penises and he wasn’t sure where to begin so he settled for running his fingertips slowl and and down the length. “Andrew?”

“Yeah,”

“Was this why…I mean…did you know that you were…big?”

not not *that* big…”

“Andrew? You’re big. Trust me.”

“Well, uh, I never really had anything to, you know, compare to. Until tonight.”

“Uh, huh…” Xander did a quick computation of penis circumference vs. mouth circumference. Daunting… “Andrew?”

“Yeah?”

“Was this what you meant? You know, when you said that thing about Sherry What’s-her-name and her chest size?”

“Uh…maybe…” Andrew’s head was sinking slowly forward, his eyes shut. Xander continued to stroke gently at the impressive length.

“Hum…can I change my previous answer to ‘I respect you *and* your penis?’ Because, really Andrew. Wow! I’m not making ass assumptions about hand size or feet size or height ever again because…did I mention, ‘Wow!’ yet?”

“Xander?” Andrew panted.

“Yeah?”

“You’re babbling. And you’re kinda holding my dick, which is cool. But could you, uh. You know…”

“Oh, Right!” Focus, Xander! You have what could possibly the most beautiful cock known to mankind in your hand and you’re just sitting here. Happily overwhelmed, Xander lowered his head and left an experimental lick on the underside of the luscious length. Andrew cried out at the sudden wet contact and pressed forward, seeking more moist comfort.

Dizzy with arousal, Xander wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking greedily at the drooling point. Now this was the perfect way to spend a Friday night. Marshalling all of his, admittedly limited, blowjob knowledge, he prepared to do his best to give Andrew a mind-shattering experience. He opened his mouth wide and plunged forward. Andrew choked with pleasure as Xander just choked.

“Xander? Are you okay?” Andrew panted. Xander finished coughing and smiled sheepishly.

“I’m fine. I think I was just a little too ambitious.”

“Well, it’s okay. I mean, you don’t have to—“ Andrew’s words were stopped as Xander swiftly took in the young man’s cock again, relaxing his throat and humming lightly. Andrew could do nothing else but give soft, tiny mews like a kitten and rock gently into the warm, wet mouth before him.

Xander’s hands grasped tightly at the soft globes of Andrew’s ass, keeping him firmly in place. If Andrew thrust any more, Xander was liable to start another choking fit. This was something that would require style, finesse, and lots of practice. It was a good thing Xander intended on doing this many, many times.

“Boogie Nights” had long since run to it’s end and late-night commercials advertising skin cream and exercise equipment dominated the late night lineup. Xander hardly noticed, but the flickering light playing over Andrew’s smooth body was very inviting and he was glad that the partial light let him see every smooth plain and drop of sweat. Andrew was peering down at him intensely and, while Xander loved the tender, naïve boy that he usually put forward, there was definite hunger in Andrew’s eyes now. His hands slid from Xander’s shoulders and into his hair, tugging him almost painfully toward him

He sped up his pace, rolling the tip across his lips before engulfing it once again. All at once, Andrew pulled back stiffly and came with an exquisite moan that set Xander’s cock on fire. He sunk backward into the couch, licking his dripping lips. Andrew climbed on over him, straddling him with his softening penis. He snuggled into Xander’s chest, nipping at his neck and murmuring in his ear when he’d regained his powers of speech.

“That was so good…so amazing…”

“Well, I aim to please,” Xander whispered. The warm musky body on top of him was wriggling in every delightful way.

“Um…me too…” Andrew grinned devilishly and abruptly slid a warm, pale hand down Xander’s chest to the aching bulge threatening to spring free from his boxers. As he continued to kiss Xander’s throat, Andrew worked his member free, stroking it with quick, even strokes.

Xander let his head roll back on the couch and turned himself over to Andrew’s magic hands. Hands that wouldn’t quit and the dick of a god—he was a lucky, lucky man. Andrew pumped furiously at Xander’s cock, then slowed seductively. He ran the tips of his fingers over the wet slit and then pumped again until Xander wasn’t sure if he would come or combust. His question was answered when he felt the familiar clenching that always signaled his release. With a gasp he climaxed, shooting ropy fluid over Andrew’s naked body and gifted hand.

Andrew collapsed forward on him and Xander wrapped himself in delicious, damp flesh. They lay in each other’s arms for several minutes. Xander was ready to curl the blond boy to his body and sleep contentedly through the night on the cramped, ugly couch but when they could once again move, Andrew began to slowly extricate himself. He glanced nervously around the couch for his clothing.

“You have to go?” Xander asked, disappointed.

“Well…I guess. I mean…I don’t *have* to…” Andrew nervously mumbled.

“You can stay. Only if you want to, I mean.” Smooth. Very smooth. “Do you want to?” Xander mentally begged the Powers That Be to make Andrew stay the night. After spending time in unaccustomed bliss, the thought of an empty apartment, let alone an empty bed, seemed horribly depressing.

“I want to…but you’re probably tired and we can, you know, do this again. I mean, next time…”

As if on cue, station identification cut into their reality. Louder than the previous infomercials they had managed to drown out, the announcer’s voice transmitted loud and clear from the television.

“And, coming up next, a love story like no other...‘The Princess Bride’ “

Xander shifted into a comfortable spot on the couch and rubbed the cushion next to him invitingly.

“Well, I suppose I could stay,” Andrew said, smiling.


~The End~