PAIRING : X/S/A, X POV

RATING : NC17 (light)

SPOILERS : none

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

                Lazy mornings spent reading the paper. Spent drinking orange juice and coffee, some times together. Spent lounging in boxer shorts on the couch while watching Saturday morning cartoons. Lazy mornings spent checking email or flipping through the newest porno magazine. Lazy mornings… spent waiting for lazy afternoons.

                He sits waiting for the caress of his lover. For the hard touch on his back or thigh. For the cool mouth around his cock, or cool cock in his ass. Lazy mornings spent waiting for the door to open. Spent waiting for a soft kiss with a possessive tongue or a thrust of the hips. Waiting for the simple sound of the whisper, “Xander…” or a loud growl. Waiting to come. Once. Twice. Thrice. More. Waiting for naked skin and candle wax. Or manacles. That’s half the excitement of the wait.

                Lazy mornings spent in the shower, scrubbing skin. Getting off dead cells so cool hands feel better. Spent putting on satin boxers and low riding jeans. Spent laying on the bed, staring at the mirror on the ceiling, waiting for hands and tongues and lips and fangs. Spent running fingers around nipples, just to make sure he’s ready.

                Lazy mornings spent thinking about wasted time with slayers and ex-demons and witches. Spent thinking about tight asses and manly grunts and hard cocks. Spent thinking about naked vampires and lazy afternoons.

                Lazy mornings spent twiddling thumbs and pacing. Xander’s never been much for patience. Lazy mornings spent waiting for lazy afternoons. Waiting for lovers hands and cocks and tongues and fangs, lips and thighs and hard assess, and growls.

                Lazy afternoons begin with the door opening and Xander standing up in anticipation. They start with good-morning-Xand’s and soft pecks on the cheek. They start with two mugs of blood and the microwave. They start with half-naked vampires and tongues over dry lips. Ham and cheese sandwiches and glances full of lust. Hands brushing over muscular shoulders and accidental bumps against hard bodies.

                They start with light nips on a warn neck. They start with moans. Xander… Angel… Spike… And fingers grabbing jeans and belt loops.

                Xander meets lazy lips and touches tongues with the blond, while his hands slide up the brunette’s naked chest. Hands caress and they grab hair gently and massage the base of necks. Fingers push clothes away and wipe precome from hard cocks. Feet step out of clothes and bodies rub against each other. Ears hear growls and moans and groans and sensitive skin is awakened. Lips close over nipples and cocks and Xander is lost in the sea of pleasure.

                Cunts and quims are forgotten. Girlfriends are abandoned and breasts are overrated.

                Three bodies are led towards the bedroom with mirrors and two bodies vanish from the room as six hands touch and three cocks grind and thrust. Xander kisses blond and brown while his hands grab them both. Vampires hiss in pleasure and thrust into their lover’s hands.

                Fingers find tight holes covered in blood or cream or sometimes nothing at all. Xander is filled, mouth and ass, hands on cock, tongue on nipples. “Oh god…” “Fuck yeah…” “Harder…” “Faster…” “Deeper…” “Oh god…”

                Lazy afternoons are filled with come and blood and fist and fangs, cocks and lips and tongue. Lazy afternoons fill three male bodies with screams for more and come and cocks. They are tangled messes of legs and arms, messed hair and three-way showers.

                Lazy afternoons are filled with love and sex and fucking, rutting and shagging and snogging. Hand jobs and blowjobs and masturbation and exhibitionism. And occasionally sadomasochism.

                Lazy afternoons end with kisses, tired males and tired weeping cocks. “Goodbye…” “See you next week…” “Bring more lube…” “Bring the handcuffs…”

                Lazy afternoons melt into lazy evenings when vampires and humans make slow passionate love to slayers and ex-demons and witches. Lazy evenings melt into lazy mornings. And the cycle goes on.

~El Fin~