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Riley was mumbling, his words slurring, trying to hide his embarrassment, as he leaned on Graham and Xander, as they pretty much carried him, Riley's arms draped across their shoulders. He couldn't even stand on his own much, less make it back home from the bar. Xander found himself wishing that Graham had smaller friends.

Graham reached into Riley's pocket and fished out his keys, unlocking door and kicking it open. They plopped Riley down on the bed.

"He's gonna be sick again!"

Graham grabbed the wastebasket and yanked Riley's head over the side of the bed and over the plastic wastebasket,. Riley retched into it.

Graham sat on the bed and gently held Riley's shoulders, while the contents of Riley's stomach erupted...

Xander looked at him, "Better get those clothes off of him."

Graham nodded. It wasn't the first time Riley had thrown up that night, and his shirt and jeans both bore evidence of that. Waking up in vomit sprinkled clothes was kind of a gross out.

"OK, big guy, let's get you out of those clothes."

Xander watched as Graham stripped off Riley's shirt, gently pulling the shoes then his jeans off. Riley lay there on his stomach, clad only in his boxers, eyes closed, as he softly moaned in misery.

Graham looked up at Xander, "Better get my wastebasket."

Xander nodded and grabbed the tossed room keys, hustling across the hall to Graham's room.

"Thanks."

Xander nodded, taking the used wastebasket into the bathroom to empty it out and rinse it. He left it by the window to air out.

Standing by the door, Xander watched Graham stroke Riley's back as Riley sobbed himself to sleep. "Don't worry, Ri, she'll be back."

Then making sure Riley was lying on his side, Graham joined Xander at the door. "He should be OK, he puked most of it up."

Xander nodded. "He's done this before?"

Graham grimaced and nodded, "He acts tough, but he can't hold his liquor for shit. He'll be all regretful in the morning."

They went back to Graham's room. "Thanks for the help.".

"No problem. Uh, does Riley do this a lot?" Xander didn't try to hide the concern in his voice

"No." Graham shook his head. "It's just, Buffy going to L.A. again ..."

"Yeah. Pretty hard to compete with the immortal ex-boyfriend. Even if you know that nothing can ever happen."

"So Angel really can't ... ?" Graham's voice trailed off.

"Not unless he wants to turn into the demon monster from hell again."

"Christ!" Graham shook his head.

"It's not a pretty picture. Not like he's all that nice when he's a good guy."

"So Riley says. Apparently Angel clocked him pretty good."

"Been there. Deadboy packs a solid right."

"You got in a fight with him?" Graham wouldn't put it past Xander to get into a fight with anyone, even if he knew he'd get his ass kicked. Graham admired that.

"Nope, I said 'hi', and he just decked me. Showing off for a friend."

"He just likes to hit people?"

"Pretty much."

"Know the type. So you're not a big fan, I take it."

Xander shrugged. "Gotta say, I like him better when he's in L.A."

Graham reached over and caressed his shoulders. Then looked at the door and sighed. "I should check on Riley in a little while..."

Xander looked at Graham evilly. "You throw a chub when you were carrying him?

Graham's head snapped over to Xander. Graham was relieved to see he was smiling. Graham winced, "'Chub'? I can't believe you just said 'chub'."

Xander wasn't gonna let him change the subject. "Answer the question."

Graham nodded slightly.

Xander shrugged, "Hey, me too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You ever...?"

"With the Iowa farm boy? You gotta be kidding!"

"Just checking. That's a 'no', right?"

Graham smiled, "Yeah, that's a big 'no'." Then he looked down, "I do have a past, you know."

"Yeah, I figured I wasn't your first, or even your twentieth."

Graham looked at Xander's face carefully, and ran his fingers down his jaw line. "You are my first in a lot of ways, ya know."

"Yeah, I know."

And Xander hugged him tightly.

Graham moved his head down to nuzzle his neck, and Xander turned his head slightly, and their mouths found each other.

... some time later ...

Graham looked over at Xander and grinned. "Maybe I oughta get you to carry Riley more often..."

Xander blushed, and ran a hand slowly across Graham's chest. Graham put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. "Are we always doin' what I want ... in bed, I mean?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Graham looked him in the eye. "Remember when I told ya I'd do anything ya want?"

"Yeah." Xander smiled a bit sheepishly.

"I still mean it."

"I know. I mean, you've never told me 'no'."

"Still. Y'know. If there's something..."

"You're just working up to ask me to play soldier boy again, aren't ya?"

Graham grinned and nodded.

Xander rolled over and sat on top of Graham and pinned his arms to the mattress. Looking down at him, Xander gave Graham his best evil grin.

Xander knew that his commando guy could get out of the hold in a flash if he wanted to. He also knew Graham didn't want to.

Graham glanced over at the door.

Xander grinned. "You wanna check on Riley, huh?"

Graham got serious face. "I really oughta. Make sure he's not choking on his own puke or anything."

Xander released his arms and nodded. "OK. But you owe me."

"Anything."

"I'm gonna hold ya to that."

Xander got out of bed, Graham followed. Both pulled on boxers and went down the hall. Graham pushed open the door. Riley was fast asleep, dead to the world, curled up safely on his side.

"He *is* kind of a hot guy," Xander commented, checking out the boxer-clad ex commando guy.

Graham grinned and nodded, putting an arm over Xander's shoulders and leading him back to his room.

Graham peeled off the boxers and fell back into bed. Xander leaned against the wall and stared at him.

"Anything I want, remember."

"Yessir!" Graham replied, hopefully.

"Uh uh." Xander shook his head, and grinned mischievously.

He shucked his own boxers and crawled into bed next to Graham. He caressed Graham's chest, then stomach, then ran his fingers round his crotch, being careful not to touch his cock or balls, touching Graham on the inside of his thighs, where he got the response he expected: a sharp intake of breath.

"I want..."

"Yeah?" Graham was grinning, the teasing making him hard.

"... a bedtime story."

Graham looked at him, "Huh?"

"You've thought about doing it with Riley, right?" Xander licked his chest.

"Yeah, sure, I guess."

"Tell me a story."

"Huh? Bout me and Riley?"

"Yeah."

"Really? You sure you wanna hear this?"

Xander answered by gently taking hold of Graham's hardening cock and running his fist up and down it a couple of times. Graham got very hard, very fast. Xander grinned as he looked at Graham's hard-on. "There's definitely a story here!"

"Xander, I'm not sure you wanna hear this."

"You said, and I quote, 'Anything'."

Graham grinned. "OK, but you asked for it."

Graham settled back onto the pillow and put his hands behind his head.

"You ever seen him fight?"

"Sure."

"He gets this look on his face. All serious. All business."

"Yeah." Xander nodded.

"OK, so we spar sometimes."

"I'm likin' this already, tough guy!"

"You gonna let me tell the story or not?"

Xander leaned over and ran his tongue around the cockhead. Graham moaned.

"Just saying sorry." Xander says as he snuggled back against Graham, his hand lingering on Graham's hardened cock.

Graham grinned at Xander, who was lying next to him. Xander had his head on Graham's chest, idly running his hand over Graham's cock.

"How long do you want this story to last?"

Xander got the message and pulled his hand away. The story was only going to last as long as Graham did.

"Tell the story." Xander ordered.

Graham took a deep breath and began.

"OK. Riley and I are doing the sparring thing in the gym in the Initiative. It's pretty late so no one else is there. And we've been going at it, pretty much taking it easy, for about fifteen minutes, but it's enough to get, y'know, pretty into it. And I'm watching him pretty carefully, cause he's pretty good with his fists, and sometimes he gets carried away.

"So I'm circling around, and he moves in, and I duck his right jab and block the left and throw a left of my own, and it connects but not very solidly, and I sort of halfway slip into him and we go into a clinch, and all of the sudden I'm very aware of his body pressed against mine. More importantly, I'm really aware that I'm wanting that body."

Xander grinned as he watched Graham get very hard without any stimuli other than his own story. Xander was getting there too. Reaching over, he ran his fingertips down the length of Graham's shaft, pleased by Grahams' short intake of breath..

"I've got the gloves on, I mean we both do, and I'm feeling the leather against my back and his arms against mine as we clinch. I sort of just stand there for a second, just feeling him pressed against me, until he breaks the clinch and pushes me away, and hits his gloves together and mumbles 'let's go!" through the mouthpiece. And it takes me a second before I nod, and we start again.

"I'm paying more attention to the way he's moving, so smoothly, just so fucking beautifully, that I get caught with a solid right that sends me reeling backwards into the ropes. As I'm leaning there, shaking my head, trying to clear it, he moves in, and for a second I think he's really gonna go for it, while I'm off my feet, and just let me have it. He sees that in my eyes, and raises his hands a bit, to let me know he's not gonna. He spits out the mouthpiece and asks 'You OK?'.

"I'm just kinda staring up at him, standing there bare-chested and sweat-covered, not really able to say much. I'm just rock hard inside the jock-strap and protector cup. I'm glad I'm wearing that, so It's not so obvious that I'm hard, but the strain is getting worse. He's looking down at me, and there's a look of real concern in his face, like he's worried that he's really hurt me. 'Graham, you OK?' he repeats.

"I manage to nod, and mumble a 'Yeah', and get to my feet. He nods at me as I get to my feet, and sort of gives me this goofy grin, and I smile back. Then he asks in y'know a kinda trash talking kind of way, 'Had enough or do you want some more?' And I go back into a fighting stance, and he takes a minute putting his mouthpiece back in. He nods that he's ready and I nod that I'm good, but suddenly I realize that I really don't wanna fight him anymore. I put down my arms and shake my head, and spit out the mouthpiece.

"He doesn't really react, cause he's never seen me do that before. I look him right in the eye, and gently put my right glove on his chest, and slowly let it run down to his trunks, and kinda brush it against his crotch. His body is reacting, he's starting to breath a little heavier, but he still isn't sure what I'm doing. I'm still looking him in the eye, and he's got his fight face still on, and it's really turning me on. I run both gloves up and down his sides, and very slowly go to my knees.

"He starts to object, but I don't care, cause my name isn't being said with any kind of force. I look up at him and just tell him to shut up, and he gulps. I pull my gloves off and throw them aside, running my hands over his chest and stomach, down to the waistband of his boxing trunks, and slowly pull the trunks down. I reach over and pull the jock and cup down, and his cock is already hard.

" 'Graham!' he repeats, definitely not expecting this. But he doesn't move away, so I lean in and lick the cock, and he's groaning. And I lean in further and take the whole thing in my mouth, and take hold of his ass, and just force my mouth all the way on, and I'm twisting my head as I go back and forth on his cock. And he's groaning like he's never gotten a blowjob before. At least not a good one..

"After a few minutes, I feel his gloves on my head, and I press my head against the one behind my head, to let him know that it's OK, and he gets the message and takes hold of my head with both gloves, and I'm feeling the leather against my ears, and he starts to rock my head back and forth onto him."

Graham stopped. Xander moved his palm slowly across Graham's stomach, and down to his cock. He ran his hand along the length of it, cupping Graham's balls in his hand. Graham moaned, as a shiver ran the length of his body.

"Story, " Xander reminded him.

Graham let his left arm slip down and rest on Xander's back, and then move down to his ass. He looked at Xander. "Story." repeated Xander, firmly but good-naturedly.

Graham took another deep breath, and continued.

"So he's pretty much getting into it, and I'm kneading his butt as he's pulling my head onto his cock. He's clearly getting it, his pelvis moving back and forth, and I can hear him whispering, 'oh damn, Graham. damn! ' And I can't take it anymore, so I reach down and pull my trunks down and pull my own cock out and start jerking off."

Xander knew a cue when he heard one. He took hold of Graham's cock with his hand and began to stroke it. He could feel Graham's heart start to race as he did. He could feel his breathing increase slightly, feel Graham's skin flush under his cheek.

"And I look up at him, and he's looking down at me, still really not believing what's going on. He lets go of my head and pulls the gloves off, and runs his hands through my hair, and I turn my head and kiss his right hand, and then look back up at him. And my eyes are begging for it, but I'm afraid to ask. He's looking down at me and finally he just pulls me to my feet. He lifts me straight up off the ground and gives me this hug. And I nuzzle his neck, and he turns his head and I kiss him. He hesitates, and then returns the kiss, and his hands are all over me. And when he starts to feel my ass, I can't help it. I whisper to him, 'Ri, ya gotta fuck me.'

"I pull the trunks the rest of the way off, and I'm standing there in the jock strap, and he's got his hands all over my ass, pulling my asscheeks apart. 'Ri?' I'm almost begging. I reach down and take hold of his cock, and he moans. I look at him and he nods, turning me around, and half-pushes, half-guides me into the corner of the ring, and pushes me over. I grab the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle, and spread my legs, and he takes hold of my waist and shoves it in."

Xander lifted his head, "No lube?"

Graham pushed his head back down onto his chest. "Shut up. It's my story."

Xander chuckled, but continued to gently stroke Graham's cock.

"Like I was *saying*, he shoves it in, and I can feel him shift his weight as he reaches over and takes hold of my shoulders. And he doesn't ask or anything, he just starts fucking me as hard as he can, which is pretty damn hard."

Xander spat onto his hand, and took hold of Graham's cock again and really began to stroke it. He could feel Graham getting pretty close, his breathing hard, his heart racing, his muscles starting to contract.

"I'm pretty much overwhelmed, and I wanna react but he's pretty much got me ... pinned against the ropes, and God! Xand! "

Xander felt Graham's entire body contract as Graham came into his fist. Xander used the first spurt of come as lube on Graham's cock to milk out the next couple of spurts. Graham was holding Xander's side tightly as he arched his back, and let out a long low groan.

Then Graham's entire body relaxed. Xander turned his head and looked at him, and grinned. "Nice story."

Between deep breaths, Graham answered, "Thanks."

"Imaginary Riley is quite the stud."

Graham tousled Xander's hair. "Rather have the real thing. You up for it?"

"I'm so hard I could pound nails with it."

Graham gently pushed Xander off of his chest, and lifted his legs, and reached over for a condom and the bottle of lube. He opened the condom with his teeth, and as Xander knelt between his legs, he unrolled it onto Xander's cock. He then applied a thin coat of lube, and leaned back. He reached up and caressed Xander's shoulders. "Fuck me, stud."

Xander eased his cock inside Graham. Graham moaned. Once inside, Xander leaned down and gently kissed Graham. He pulled up and looked at his lover. "Graham?"

"Yeah?"

Xander put on his best tough-guy face, "You call me 'Riley' while we're doing it, and I'm gonna hafta hurt you."

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Epilogue:

The next morning, Xander and Graham were coming back from breakfast at the local diner when Riley staggered out of the bathroom into the hallway. On seeing the two, he stopped dead, looking sheepish and extremely hung-over.

"I vaguely recall you two bringing me home last night."

Graham nodded, smiling sympathetically at Riley's state.

"Thanks. I was pretty much of a mess, wasn't I?"

Xander said kiddingly, "Word of advice, Ri. Next time you're gonna ride the porcelain Honda, wait till you're in the bathroom."

Riley looked at the floor, "So that *is* my garbage can in there?"

Xander nodded, "Well used, too."

Riley took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Sorry."

"No problem." Xander answered, giving Riley a friendly pat on the shoulder.

Riley nodded. He looked over at Graham. "You up for a work-out? I need to sweat the rest of this out of my system."

Graham nodded, "Sure."

"I could go for some sparring. Shape I'm in, you stand a pretty good chance of wiping the floor with me."

Graham, stone faced as always, said "You bet. I'll go change."

Riley nodded. He walked back to his room. He wondered why talking about doing a workout made Xander blush bright red like that. He shook his head. He was just gonna have to accept that there were some things about Graham and Xander he was just never gonna understand.

~end~