Shacking Up
By
EntreNous

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Part 29: Done With Waiting

“I’d say that was the most successful dinner party ever,” Xander announced as he swabbed at the counter with a sponge.

“Yeah. Well. Except no one actually brought any wine,” Spike grumbled. “Like you said they would.”

“Even Giles?” Xander asked. His sponge hovered in mid-air. “You know, you think he would bring wine. He’s just that type of guy. But hey, we got those three crazy kids talking again.” Xander grinned at Spike and then moved towards the sink. He frowned at the glass pan now encrusted with baked-on cheese and stuck curls of dried-out pasta.

“Leave that for later, love,” Spike murmured, pulling Xander away from the sink and into a soft kiss. “You did your good deed for the day, yeah? Can let the mess wait till morning.”

“Ooh, special dispensation from dishes-doing,” Xander said, happily letting the baking container clatter to the bottom of the sink. He dropped the sponge and wiped his hands off on one of the new dishtowels that Willow had given them. “I’ll have to help people out with relationships more often.

Spike rolled his eyes and joined Xander near the counter. “Well, you’ve taken care of Red and her boys. I don’t see who’s left.”

Xander reached across him for the last cookie still sitting on the plate and chewed it thoughtfully.

“No,” said Spike quickly. “No, absolutely not.”

“But you don’t even know what I was going to say,” Xander protested.

“If her name begins with a ‘B’ and ends in a ‘y’, I say you’ve a hopeless case on your hands,” Spike said.

“Oh, come on,” Xander said indignantly. “Buffy’s great. And she deserves romance just as much as the next Scooby.” He eyed Spike, who failed to appear contrite as he tapped out a cigarette and lit it.

Xander leaned against the counter, a speculative look in his eyes. “You know, I don’t think Devon is seeing anyone right now . . .”

“That one?” Spike scoffed. “What on earth do those two have in common?”

“Well, we know that they both like to eat,” Xander said, gesturing at the empty Pyrex dish. “I mean, and how.”

Spike took the last bit of cookie out of Xander’s hand and popped it into his mouth. “Well. Don’t know if that’s enough. Least, not when he seems to prefer the older, tweed-ier type.”

Xander stopped and choked on nothing at all. “Oh my god. Giles? You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, there was plenty of interest and chatting up going on in that corner,” Spike said with his eyebrow arched high.

Xander stared at him then laughed. “No. No way. You’re just trying to freak me out. Devon is . . . sex-god boy, and Giles --”

“Needs to get his end off and quick,” Spike interrupted him.

“No, no,” Xander said, shutting his eyes tight and waving his hands out in front of him. “Bad thoughts about Giles and his end.”

“Oh, well, we don’t want to be thinking about his end, no,” Spike agreed, pulling Xander towards him. “Why don’t you let me help you forget about that?”

“Oh, the very tangible bonuses of dispensation from doing the dishes,” Xander said in a low voice just before Spike’s lips brushed against his. “But you think it’ll work out,” he added, as Spike nudged him in the direction of a more comfortable surface than the counter.

“What will?” Spike asked absently as he slid his fingertips under Xander’s t-shirt.

“You know . . . with Willow and Oz and Nathan. The three of them getting back together.”

Spike snorted. “Wouldn’t bother to worry about those three. Probably make each other wait to shag for no good reason, but yeah, they’ll be billing and cooing soon enough.”

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“So it’s good that we waited,” Willow said as the three of them entered Nathan’s apartment three nights after the dinner party.

“Yeah, that was most definitely a good idea,” Nathan agreed as he slipped off his jacket. “Waiting.”

“Good,” Oz echoed. He gave them both a brief nod.

“I mean, that night, right after Spike and Xander’s party would have been way too soon,” Nathan affirmed after a beat.

“Lots of cloudy thinking.” Willow tapped her finger against her head. “What with the time apart. And the urge to . . . get all groin-y.”

“Though not itself a bad urge,” Oz remarked.

“No, of course not,” Willow exclaimed. “Natural even. Because urges are . . . urged for reasons.”

“Sometimes urgent ones,” Oz added.

There was a long, tense pause.

“Hey,” Nathan said in a strained voice. “Does anyone else think that we should just go into the bedroom and fuck?”

“Absolutely,” Oz said, already starting in that direction.

“Best idea I’ve heard all night.” Willow quickly began to ease off her cardigan while following them both.

They picked up the pace as they moved down the hallway, until they were fairly running into Nathan’s bedroom, pulling off t-shirts, kicking off shoes, and struggling with buttons and zippers in a rush to get down to bare skin.

“We should . . . should we talk about this, or . . .?” Nathan managed as Willow caught the lobe of his ear in her teeth. “Oh god,” he croaked out.

“Talking is good, but later,” Willow said as she shimmied out of her skirt and then stepped out of her panties. She had already discarded her top and bra. Oz didn’t bother to say anything at all; he just wrapped his arms around Willow’s torso from behind, hands lifted to cup and caress her breasts.

Nathan stumbled, trying to shake off his jeans as he watched them together, and then pull off his socks after temporarily being disconcerted by the awkward sensation of sporting gym socks and nothing else. He stepped back in front of Willow, stooping down to kiss her breasts, and then kiss Oz’s hands still stroking them. When he straightened, Oz pulled him forward so that their lips met with force. Willow gasped as she was quickly pressed between them, Nathan’s erection rubbing against her, Oz’s hard cock sliding along the crevice of her ass. Oz’s fingertips teased and flicked over one nipple while Nathan’s hand covered her other breast, stroking and rubbing until Willow whimpered.

They continued to kiss, a circuit of kisses, really: Oz and Nathan biting and sucking at each other’s lips; Nathan moving his head to catch Willow’s parted lips and thrust his tongue between them; Oz dragging his teeth against the nape of Willow’s neck. When she turned her head to let out a shaky breath, he caught her mouth with his while he rubbed his hand in small circles against Nathan’s back and shoulders.

Suddenly Nathan pitched forward a little too fast, Willow stumbled back, and Oz caught them both. For a moment they stopped entirely, but then, laughing, moved towards the bed.

“Seems a shame not to take advantage of the actual bed.” Willow grinned as she pushed back further onto the mattress.

“Well, the comfort factor is a definite plus,” Oz said seriously as he joined her. They regarded one another for a moment, Oz stroking her arm with his hand. Then he brushed his fingertips up her arm, over her torso, and down between her legs.

“Of everything I ever got, right now the bed seems like the best purchase ever,” Nathan said faintly as he watched them. After Willow bit her lip and let out a soft sigh, Nathan eased on to the bed with them, moving down Oz’s body until his head was close enough that he could bring his head low to lick around the rim of Oz’s erection.

All talking stopped, until there were only the sounds of Oz murmuring encouragement alternatively to Willow and Nathan -- to Willow as she cried out and moved against his hand, to Nathan as he moaned around Oz’s cock and stroked his own with deliberately glancing touches.

A moment of awkward shifting, and embarrassed grins, before Oz slid down to the foot of the bed and in between Willow’s legs while Nathan moved up to Willow’s side, kissing her intently. When Oz lowered his head, humming to himself as he began to flick the tip of his tongue against her inner thighs and then her pussy, Nathan swallowed her gasp in a hard kiss.

Willow reached out to wrap her hand out Nathan’s hard-on, pulling with tight fast strokes, though her pace occasionally faltered when Oz got especially creative with his tongue. When her soft noises became louder, Nathan slipped away, making it easier for her to lift her hips and wrap her legs around Oz, grinding herself against his tongue and lips.

Nathan moved off of the bed entirely, dropping to the floor so that he could lick at the small of Oz’s back and bite at the joining of thighs and buttocks, massaging the red marks he left behind with his fingertips and tongue.

Their breathing echoed around the small room, harsh panting occasionally giving way to grunts and soft cries. The air seemed humid, the pace reaching a kind of fevered pitch when Willow held her breasts and tweaked her nipples, crying out up a scale of higher notes as her orgasm made her twist and tremble.

Oz worked his way back up the bed as Willow lay there panting, reaching behind him to pull Nathan along until they were all stretched out fully along the length of the bed.

Nathan hovered over Oz to reach Willow, kissing her until they were both breathless. When he shifted his weight back, Oz pulled him closer until he was lying on his side facing Oz, running fingers through Nathan’s hair while Nathan licked and bit along Oz’s neck.

After a few moments, Oz turned on his side towards Nathan, moving his hand to skim along the bumps of Nathan’s spine, further down to caress the soft skin just above the cleft, lower still to stroke between his cheeks. Nathan cried out into Oz’s mouth and thrust his hips against him as Oz slipped his fingertips inside the crevice with a teasing touch.

Nathan whispered, “Do you want me to . . . or do you want to . . .”

Oz ran his tongue along the shell of Nathan’s ear and then said in a low voice, “Want to fuck you.”

“Right on,” Nathan said quickly, and on the other side of the bed Willow wriggled her back against the mattress, grinning with her eyes still closed.

“That’s it,” Oz said in a soft voice when Nathan turned over onto his other side, his back now to Oz. “Hey, do we have . . . thanks,” he smiled at Willow when she groped over at the night table and came up with a bottle of lube to hand him. “Hold still,” Oz said to Nathan mildly when Nathan began to edge back against his touch even though Oz’s lubricant-slick finger was only tracing along the skin.

Willow laughed behind him. “So not fair, telling him to hold still, when . . .” she trailed a finger down the crease of Oz’s ass, stroking up and down until he pushed back, trying to direct her touch. “See?” she asked triumphantly. “Hold still,” she scoffed while she eased a finger into Oz up to the first knuckle. He made a choked sound and then thrust back.

“What?” Nathan asked in a muzzy voice. “Hold . . . what?” The sounds Oz and Willow made behind him blurred into a murmur, soothing and sensuous all at once. Two of Oz’s fingers were inside him now, sliding and stroking, and Oz’s other hand stretched over his hip to scratch at his belly, fondle his balls, and then finally start a slow but steady stroke on his cock.

“No worries,” Willow said cheerfully as she pressed her breasts against Oz’s back and eased her finger in further. Oz swallowed hard as he worked his fingers deeper into Nathan in response, Willow’s motions harmonizing with and speeding his own.

“Oh . . . fuck, yeah,” Nathan cried out suddenly.

Willow shifted back for a second and then wordlessly dropped a foil-wrapped condom where Oz could reach it. With shaking hands, he ripped off the packaging, groaning when Willow moved her hand to help slide the latex down over his erection.

Oz slid his mouth against Nathan’s neck, teeth grazing the skin as he aligned his cock. Two or three preliminary movements, and then he eased himself partly inside of Nathan, taking a sharp quick breath when he stopped for a moment.

As before the only sounds for a moment were syncopated bursts of breath, shaping the air around them. Then Willow sighed, a noise that sounded almost like a croon, and when she moved two fingers into Oz, he grunted and slid further still inside of Nathan.

“Damn,” Nathan hissed. He moved his top leg up, and Oz’s hand was there to support him, pushing his leg forward gently and holding it. As their alignment changed, Oz’s ragged breath seemed to ripple along Nathan’s back in a shiver.

“So good,” Nathan panted out. “You’re . . . so fucking good.”

“Just like that, yeah,” Oz gasped back, to Willow sucking at the skin of his neck and creating a counter-rhythm with her fingers, to Nathan tightening around him and starting a round of quiet, needy cries as he jerked his hips back in an attempt to make Oz’s strokes harder, faster.

Oz braced himself by grasping Nathan’s hips, turning him forward with the force of his movements. He rose slightly to accommodate the new angle, and behind him, Willow shifted so that she could see her fingers thrusting inside of Oz while watching Oz’s cock slide in and out of Nathan. “Wow,” she said softly as Nathan gave a half sob and moved against the friction of both the mattress and the tight hold of his own fist.

When Oz started a volley of quicker thrusts, and Willow suddenly withdrew her fingers, scrambling off of the foot of the bed. She quickly repositioned herself on her knees at the side of the mattress so that she could take Nathan’s cock into her mouth. As his taste burst onto her tongue, she moaned, swallowing when Nathan thrust helplessly between her lips.

Oz leaned back again, shifting himself and Nathan to give Willow better access. His thrusts grew erratic as he caught glimpses of Willow, her eyelashes fluttering on her cheeks while she sucked Nathan harder and kept a steady rhythm with her hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

Nathan twined his fingers through Willow’s hair, trying to keep his eyes open so he could watch her. But when he glanced down at her just as she looked up at him with her eyes half closed and her lips red and swollen, he bucked forward, shuddering as the pulses of come shot forward. He groaned as the spasms wound through his body, and cried out one last time when he felt Willow whimper while she swallowed around him.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” Oz bit out as he groaned, twisting his hips in a last series of thrusts until he came.

They were all still for a moment. Oz pressed a kiss to the nape of Nathan’s neck and then pulled out, knotting the condom and tossing it into the trash. Willow pulled her mouth away, licking at a stray droplet of come from her lips.

“C’mon back,” Nathan said to Oz sleepily. “And hey, come up here,” he told Willow, reaching out a hand to draw her back onto the bed with them.

They settled down with kisses and a few murmurings, sliding over and rearranging until Nathan lay on his back, his leg over Willow’s while her fingers skimmed along his thigh, Oz curled towards him, quickly falling asleep with his hand resting on Nathan’s chest.

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