Perfect

Title: Perfect
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Beta: The fantabulous Bubbysbub is my beta which is why my writing has improved so give her appluase
Summary: Set within my Life (or Unlife) Goes On verse but don't worry you don't have to read that in order to understand this. It is set after Season 5 of Angel. Andrew and Oz get physical
Rating: NC17
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Feedback: Yes please
Warnings: M/M if you don't like why are you in the male/male section?

Perfect

Andrew’s POV

I grab the oven mitts and after pulling them on, I open the oven door a little to check on my lasagne. The garlic bread is done, as is the green salad and the par boiled potatoes in herbs. The white chocolate cheesecake I made earlier is in the fridge. Yes I know it’s not the most romantic meal. If I was a house elf I could have whipped up the most sensual meal possible in a jiffy. Unfortunately, I am only Andrew, and this is the best I can do. At least I know the meal is one of Oz’s favourites. I kept bugging Xander until he told me.

I’m cooking in the little kitchenette we found on the fifth floor. Oz’s room is on this floor and after tonight I hope he’ll invite me to stay. The werewolf has been so good to me and isn’t that weird, I’m dating a werewolf. He hasn’t pressured me into anything; so far we have only kissed and enjoyed some naughty touching. Tonight that should all change. I’m so nervous, and I have sweaty palms. Tonight I want to give him my virginity. I have never been with another person; male or female. I know that it seems sad at my age but there are more of us than you think. People who are waiting til they are married or people like me who have never been in a serious relationship that has developed this far. I have never had anyone feel about me the same way I feel about them. Oz is my Han Solo, and I am his Princess Leia. I have no illusions that I am anything more than the girl in this relationship and that suits me just fine. I can’t seem to do macho with any success.

As for the big gay question, I think I always knew but was too frightened to admit it to myself. Kind of like in BattleStar Galactica, the new version, where Boomer has a feeling that she is a Cylon but is too afraid to admit it. Then I fell in what I thought was love with Warren, and I thought he felt the same way. He told me he did but said that we couldn’t act on it, not even touch, until Jonathon was out of the way, but he was just using me. After that I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved with another guy. I mean, I had a little crush on Spike and thought that Xander was hot but who doesn’t? Now, now I know as much as anyone can that Oz really likes me, maybe even loves me. He hasn’t made promises he can’t keep and he has taken things really slow, always making sure I’m ready. Well enough time has passed and tonight I’m going to show him that I am ready. I move down to his bedroom where I light the candles I already placed there and check myself in the mirror. I want tonight to be perfect. He should be back soon.

*****

Oz’s POV

I run up the hotel steps after patrol. We killed a couple of fledges straight out of the grave but that was it. I can’t wait to get back to Andrew and I’m feeling a little bit horny. I hope he is ready to take the next step soon but I am not going to pressure him. I waited til Willow was ready, I can wait til Andy’s ready as well. I laugh watching as Spike and Angel race up the stairs towards their bedroom and an almost certainly waiting Xander. Why did I choose a suite on the fifth floor?

Mmmm, tasty, I smell tantalising food and I speed up. I turn the corner and stop, my breath caught in my thought. Beautiful; he is absolutely stunning. The lights are dim and he is standing in the middle of the little kitchenette that is almost a part of the hall. On the table in front of him is the food that the smells are originating from. Candlelight dances across his features as he waits nervously for me to say something. He is barefoot and wearing faded, soft, tight blue jeans with a black tight top that proclaims that Coldplay are touring. I move closer and pull him into a hug, just revelling in the feel of him against me. I breathe in his scent, hair gel, cinnamon and peaches; I can also smell his slight arousal.

“Hey baby I’m home.” He flashes one of his little smiles before I claim his lips in a sweet welcome-home kiss. When we finally break apart I rest my forehead against his, running my hands up his shapely arms.

“This is nice but I’d better serve dinner before it gets cold.” I reluctantly let him go and sit down while I watch him bustle around serving dinner. He has cooked lasagne and garlic bread as well as a green salad and potatoes, my favourite. Something’s up.

“So what’s the occasion?” I ask. He looks over at me and I can practically feel the nervousness rolling off him.

“Nothing. I just wanted to cook for you.” I know that isn’t the full reason but I let it go for now, knowing that Andrew can’t keep a secret and I will find out soon enough. He passes me the salad and as I serve myself I can’t help but notice how easy and domesticated we are with each other. It makes me smile to think that we’re just like an old married couple. The food is great and I can’t help shovelling up every morsel. However, I notice that as we eat Andrew’s nervousness grows, as does his arousal. What is going on? The candlelight dinner, my favourite food, the nervousness and his arousal that is way above the low level I can usually smell from him when I’m around. Is he seducing me?

When he clears up our plates and then brings out my favourite dessert, my suspicions are confirmed. I am happy that he has come to a decision and flattered that he wants to gift me with this, let me be his first. Now I have to make sure he is absolutely sure and then try to get him to relax and let go of his nervousness. He places the cheesecake on the bench and I quietly sneak around until I’m right behind him. I quickly pull him back against me. He jumps a little before relaxing back against me pushing his tight little ass against my groin.

“I know what this is about, are you absolutely sure?” I whisper into his ear, “Remember, there is no pressure.” I watch as he shivers just from my breath on his neck.

“I’m sure, I’m more than sure. I want this. I want you Dan,” I can’t help but smile against his neck. I used to hate my first name but Andrew bugged me and pestered me until I finally gave in and told him what it was. Now I don’t mind him calling me Dan; he is the only one who does and it feels special coming from him.

“Oh Andy,” I sigh, “I want you too baby, I want you right now.” I run my hand possessively over his torso and he arches into it. He is so responsive; I can’t wait to make him scream in pleasure.

“Please, Yes, but what about dessert?” I scrape the cheesecake with my finger and when it is covered I tap his lips with it. He opens his mouth and quickly sucks in my finger, licking every crumb off it.

“At the risk of sounding incredibly corny you’re all the dessert I need.” I pull my finger out of his mouth with a pop and spin him around immediately pouncing for a passion filled kiss. I claim his mouth tasting the white chocolate on his tongue. I’m slowly undulating against him and his arms are wrapped round me holding me tight. Eventually I let go of his mouth and claim his neck, alternating between sweet kisses and little nips. Even now I am aware of how hard I bite him, making sure not to break through. As much as I feel for him I do not want to make him into a werewolf. I don’t know if I will ever want to, I like him exactly how he is and anyway it would have to be a joint decision. His hands are white-knuckled and are holding onto the kitchen bench while his body thrusts against mine. I can feel his cock against mine and I revel in the rush of lust through my body at the thought that I will finally be able to see it, see him, in all his naked glory.

“Please Oz” I release his neck and look up at him, he is so glorious standing there, hair dishevelled, lips swollen and his breath coming in short pants. Quickly I grab his hand and drag him towards my room. We need a bed now.

*****

Andrew’s POV

I soon fall into step with him and I can’t help but breathlessly laugh at how eager he is for us to get to his bedroom. I feel like I’m in a dream, with him so impatient to be with me. But if this is a dream I never want to wake up. When we reach the closed door to his suite I find myself pushed up against the door and my mouth attacked. I open up to him with a groan, basking in his enthusiasm. While I nibble on his bottom lip I can feel him struggling to open the door. He finally gets it and I fall backwards with him on top of me. I land on the floor with an ‘oof’, like in the old comic books where they have words like ‘bim’ and ‘bam’ to represent the sounds of fighting.

Oz tries to move off me and I stop him, I can see that he is scared that he is too heavy. I laugh at the look on his face, I just feel so happy; he is so considerate of my feelings. At the confused look that next appears on his face, I can’t help but swoop up and initiate a quick, sweet kiss. I breakaway and he smiles at me before looking up and freezing. I watch him in trepidation wondering what I have done wrong. He doesn’t like the candles? Have I gone overboard with the romantic seduction setting? Oh no, this is all going wrong. I struggle to get out from underneath him so that I can leave before this situation gets any worse. My struggles shake him out of wherever he was and he quickly gets up, smiling and offering me a hand. Now I am confused, why is he smiling? As if hearing my thoughts he responds,

“Oh Andy, wow, its perfect. You did all this for me?” I nod, unsure; he likes the candles and rose petals? He’s not mad? Oz pulls me against him to claim my mouth in a kiss that makes me unable to ignore how turned on I am. I can feel him digging into my hip and before whenever we would kiss like that I would always try to ignore it; tonight I have none of that hesitancy. I am still nervous, I want this to be perfect but I’m not scared, I am ready for this step.

Feeling bold I snake a hand down to cup him. This is the first time I have held another guy’s penis in my hand and despite the fabric in the way I can feel how big and hard he is. I give it an experimental squeeze and am rewarded with a groan.

“Shit, Andy, what you do to me.” Claiming my lips again he slowly edges me back until my legs hit the bottom of the bed. His hands move around to grab hold of my bum, kneading it.

“Yes” I pant. I’m amazed at how good it feels and right now all I can think of is the pleasure thrumming through my body, giving Oz that pleasure as well and how I want more. Right now I don’t care if the sounds I make are that of a slut, I just want him to know how amazing this experience is. He pulls me harder against himself so that I can feel all of his hard muscles under his T-shirt and pants. His hands fondle my bum and I can’t help but whimper as he attacks my neck. The sensations stacking on top of each other and I just want to feel like this forever.

“Oohh Oz.” Suddenly his lips leave my neck and he is attempting to pull my t-shirt off while getting more frustrated every second I don’t move my arms. Quickly I raise them above my head so that he can pull it off, I like that top, I don’t want him to tear it. Lowering my arms, I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious. I resist the urge to cross my arms across my chest as I wait for Oz to finish his perusal of my naked flesh. He finally looks up and must have seen the apprehension in my eyes as he smiles.

“Beautiful,” he growls. Growls? Before I can think on this I am distracted by him stripping out of his clothes. The breath catches in my thought and I am sure that I whimper again. Under the clothes is a compact but perfectly formed body. I feel him softly stroke my cheek and look up into his lust-filled eyes. I catch my breath at the emotion in them and I quickly undo my jeans and they fall around my ankles but I don’t look away from his hot gaze.

“You okay, baby?” he asks with such care that I blurt out the first thing that comes into my head.

“Take me, Daniel.” His smile turns predatory though I am not scared and he pounces, pushing us both onto the bed.

*****

Oz’s POV

I taste the salty skin of his shoulder bone and slowly move across to the hollow at the bottom of his neck that I nip at before raising my head to look in his eyes. He is so beautiful spread out underneath me. Despite his eyes being open I don’t think he is seeing anything. He is very desperate and the awkward geeky manner is gone, in its place he is demanding and vocal as well as being totally sexy. He is perspiring a little and it’s pooling just above his belly button. I lap it up and then push my tongue into the indentation of his belly button. He writhes under me totally uninhibited and erotic, the sounds he makes, gasps and little half swallowed moans of passion. His skin is so smooth against mine. It feels like I’m sliding on silk. I find the dark hairs trailing from his stomach and I follow it down with little kitten licks, swiping my tongue across that flat stomach until I reach a forest of wiry hairs. His thighs are open and moaning louder he opens them wider for my perusal.

“Please, oh please, just more.” He thrusts up at me and then a moment later he starts to blush. I push my nose into the crease between hip and leg, scenting him, setting to memory the smell that is purely him, Andrew, my lover.

“Don’t be ashamed or think your being too forward, please baby. I like you like this, so uninhibited and out of control that you can’t help but show what you’re feeling, how your desire is building and how you’ll do anything for the sensations to continue. Don’t hide yourself from me Andrew; this is the place where you can truly be yourself, where you don’t have to hide anything.” With those words I lunge and take my Sandy-haired angel in to the root.

“DANIEL!” he screams as he arches until only his toes and top of his head are on the bed. I revel in the feel of him on my tongue, firm and big without being too bulging. Under me he is a taught bowstring arched and ready to shoot. The panting, nonsense words that are falling out of his mouth are helping to spiral me higher. He tastes divine and I slowly let him slip out until only the head remains. I suck hard as he screams in pleasure. I push his firm; smooth thighs down not letting him buck at all. Finally I let him slip out and crawl up his blissed-out body. I don’t want him to come until I am buried balls-deep within his core.

“Hey baby doll, how do you feel?” I ask him stroking his side and grabbing the lube I spotted earlier on the bedside table.

“I…I feel like I’m flying like Superman, or Neo, even though Trinity’s death scene was way too long, it didn’t feel real at all.” I silence him with a kiss; I can’t believe he can still think of that type of thing at a time like this. I have spent so much of the last few years moving from place to place, sleeping in the middle of nowhere that I haven’t watched much television. However, Andrew is catching me up which is fine because I have an inner geek and don’t mind the nerd babbling at all. Letting his lips go I smile down at him slowly manoeuvring a hand behind his balls. As I stroke a finger down his perineum I ask him,

“Talk to me, babe, how does it feel, I want you to feel good, so good that you’ll feel like your going to burst from the pleasure.” I quickly slick my fingers up and then start to play with the entrance to his body. His hands are roaming restlessly over my back, caressing and pulling at my flesh. My finger slowly eases itself in to the first knuckle.

“Oh” He says in obvious surprise. Just wait until I have a few thrusting into you, I think as I lower my head to take a hard nipple into my mouth worrying the flesh. I time the movements of my finger with the tugging of his flesh in my mouth. “I…I can feel you inside. Wow!” he manages to murmur. I slowly ease a second figure into his tight heat loving how he ripples around my fingers and squeezes so tight around them. I let go of his nipples and lick my way back up to his neck.

“You feel so tight around my fingers Andy. So delicious squeezing them hard and soon I’ll be inside you, connected until all you’ll be able to concentrate on is me thrusting in and out, in and out until it feels like your brain will dribble out of your ears in pleasure.” He moans and thrusts up at me trying to gain more contact on his engorged cock and come-laden balls. His hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat and I can’t help but swipe my tongue across it, drinking up his sweat before pulling my fingers out of his hidden hole.

“No,” he whimpers, “felt so good, please Oz, please, I liked it.” He admits softly and blushes so prettily.

“Don’t worry babe, you’re about to get a whole lot more, filling you up so sweetly. This is going to hurt a little but I promise it will get so much better quickly.” I quickly grab a condom from the bedside table and slip it on before pushing two pillows under his firm ass elevating it. Next I encourage him to place his legs around my hips until they are crossed behind my back. It would be easier the first time if he was on his stomach but I desperately want to see his face the very first time he is breached by a cock. I want to see the moment when the pain turns to pleasure and I definitely need to see what he looks like when his orgasm overtakes him. I swipe the head of my dick over his hungry hole and then slowly push in, watching Andrew for any signs of pain. I want this to be perfect.

Halfway in I stop as he is biting his lip to stop himself from crying out in pain. I try to gain control of myself, as the sensations flowing through my body are intense, to say the least. I stop myself from just slamming into him, which is what I desperately want to do. Instead I lean over the panting body under me and suck in the abused flesh of my lovers bottom lip. I lave it with my tongue hoping that Andy will be able to relax just a little bit more. I release him and look up into his bright eyes, looking for any sign of continued pain.

“C’mon Daniel, I’m fine now. I want to finally feel someone possessing me; I want to know what it’s like being taken by someone who cares about me. Someone who is ready to pull out and stop, even when they are barely keeping it together. I want you so please give me what I want.” Gone are the shyness and the looking at the ground while speaking. He is staring me straight in the eye as he says this and I love the transformation, I could really get used to this. An Andrew that will make demands. I can’t hold it a second longer and I thrust in, fully embedding myself into Andy’s tight little sheath. Oh fuck, is it good, but I can’t come quite yet.

“Oh shit, you feel good. Do you think we could stay like this forever?” I manage to ground out just wanting to hear his lust-filled voice. He tries to press closer to me obviously wanting more as he laughs breathlessly.

“I think the others would eventually come looking for us and there may be some awkward questions, but I agree. You…Dan, I can feel you splitting me open and putting me back together all at once. It’s amazing.” He chokes out in an astonished voice. I smile that he is enjoying this but obviously not enough if he is able to talk like that.

‘Well hang on for the ride Andy, I am going to make you speechless, make you forget your own name but you won’t forget mine because before this is over, you will be screaming it in absolute pleasure.” He moans beneath me and I slowly move out of him before thrusting back in. I soon find a rhythm and can’t help but marvel when he picks it up and starts to meet each of my thrusts. For someone who had hardly kissed before we met, he is a born natural to this. However, I would never say something that corny and clichéd to him. Oh, I just love the little moans and half whimpers that fall from his lips as I angle my hips to hit his prostate.

“SHIT DAN!” he practically screams as he tries to get me even closer to him. His hands have grabbed my ass and are pulling and fondling it in time to my thrusts. His cock is rhythmically jabbing my stomach and our faces are so close together that his breath is being puffed over my lips, not to mention my cock being caught in the vice-like grip of his ass. The sensations are stacking up on top of each other and I don’t think I can last much longer. I snake a hand between our bodies and grab his cock but to my surprise he tries to wriggle away from my grip.

“What’s wrong?” I ask attempting to keep to brain cells functioning while trying to stave off my orgasm, but I can’t stop my punishing rhythm into his ass.

“I’m sorry but I can’t stop it any longer, not if you do that. I don’t want this to end; I don’t want you to have to stop just because I finished early.” He looks away from me and if I had a hand free I would bring that gaze back to me.

“No, Andy, I’m hardly hanging on by a thread, you wouldn’t be early. I want to see your eyes the moment your orgasm overtakes you. I want to feel your tremors before I succumb to my own. I love you.” I didn’t mean to say the last part, not yet anyway, I don’t want to frighten him off. I want him to be ready so that he can say it back but it just slipped out. As I grab his cock and tug in time with my thrusts his eyes widen comically wide and I get my wish.

“I LOVE YOU TOO, DANIIIIEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL!” he screams out underneath me as his body bucks under mine and his inner muscles clench and ripple so much that I let the wave of his orgasm overtake me, and follow him down.

“ANDY...!!”


When I can think again I slowly roll to the side, unfortunately releasing myself from Andrew’s perfect hole. I look over at my lover and I can’t help thinking that he is perfect. I slowly pull him to me until he is spooned in front of me. I run my hands gently through his sweaty hair.

“So wow, I mean wow, that was just wow,” he babbles and I can’t help but think back to a similar scene with Willow all those years ago but this time it feels different somehow. “Was it wow for you too?” Deciding that the script has changed since then I silence him with a long searching kiss.

“It was perfect,” I tell him, and I mean it.

THE END