TITLE: Maybe He's Canadian, 11: He Opens His Eyes *
AUTHOR: Otsoko
E-MAIL: otsoko@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Graham wakes up beside Xander. Several things happen.
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT: SLASH:  Graham/Xander.. Slashy sex.  some bad words are said.
SPOILERS:  seasons 1-4.
CATEGORY: Maybe He's Canadian #11
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DISTRIBUTION: any place slash-friendly that lets me know
*DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Wheedon, Fox and the WB.  I am
just playing.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:  Emmy, oh beta from whence all wisdom flows, and to whom I
owe my thanks, my appreciation, my devotion, and my opia.  Who can laugh at
something I wrote and still tell me to take it out, cause it "doesn't quite
fit here."  You're brilliant.
And Te, who doesn't let me get away with anything, which forces me to at
least try to get better.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
1. This was largely written while listening to Maghrebi (North African)
Arabic folk music, Rai (Algerian 'Rock' -- it's pretty Arab), and Flamenco,
much of that sung in North African Arabic.  A big theme in these songs is
waking up beside your lover, or waking up and the lover is not there.  The
latter can be wonderfully angsty (see language lesson below).
 

Maybe He's Canadian, 11:  He Opens His Eyes *

Graham opens his eyes and blinks.  Inches from his face is Xander's face,
and what Graham sees are those brown eyes and this silly grin on the guy's
face.  A loopy grin, Graham can't help but smile back.  Xander is lying half
on his side, with an arm across his chest, head raised.

Graham had never actually woken up next to anyone before.  Well, ok, on
bivuouac on training or in the barracks, but not like this.  Not waking up
next to someone who he'd just spent the night with.   He reaches up with his
left hand and gently caresses the back of Xander's head and very gently
pulls that face towards his.  Graham kisses him very lightly, very softly,
tasting those lips again.

"Morning."  He says with a smile.

"Morning," comes the reply with a smile that Graham would die for.

He pulls Xander against him, his arm around the guy's shoulder, and he
snuggles against him, hugging him back across his chest.  Graham breathes in
deeply and lets it out slowly while staring at the ceiling, suddenly aware
of smell of last night's activities.  He looks back at Xander.
"You ok?"

"Oh yeah."  Graham wants to drown in that smile.

"You always this cheerful in the morning?"

He traces a finger across Graham's far pectoral.  It feels really different
now than last night, when Graham was all pumped up and tensed.  Not so much
softer as sort of less hard.  Xander tries to figure out if that makes
sense.  He fails.  He looks up at Graham.
"Never.   Must be the company."

Graham looks at him with a wry grin, and tousles Xander's hair.
"Have you used that line before?  Cause it's really good. It worked.  You
got me."

Xander runs his palm across his chest, feeling the silken heat of his tanned
skin, the soft sponginess of muscle completely relaxed, the ease with which
each part of him segues into the next.

He looks at Graham.  "I do?"

"Oh, yeah."  Graham leans down and presses his lips against Xander's,
tasting them.  Licking them.  Then rubbing his cheek against Xander's, just
to feel his light morning stubble, somewhere between a tickle and sand-paper
scratching.  He runs his tongue over his cheek, tasting the remnant of last
night's sweat, letting his tougue luxuriate in the feel of that very slight
growth of beard, which the tongue seems to exaggerate.  His tongue finds
those lips again, slightly opened, and turning his head slightly to the
side, Graham very gently moves his tongue inside Xander's mouth, licking his
teeth, finding Xander's tongue, and pressing his mouth against Xander's, who
grips his shoulders tightly, and presses back.

Graham breaks off the kiss suddenly.  He looks at Xander seriously, like
he's just realized something really important.  Something that he's gotta
say now, but that he's afraid to.
"Xander?"

"Yeah?"  Xander has a sudden attack of the wiggins.  Hoping he hadn't done
something to freak the guy out last night, cause he did a lot of stuff.

Graham looks at him earnestly, and tells him,
"I really gotta take a leak."

Xander laughs and rolls off of Graham and onto his back.  He watches as
Graham swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands and looks around
for his boxers, picks them up and pulls them on.  Xander is mesmerized by
the man's ease of motion -- no fumbling, no wasted movement.  He stares at
the Graham's ass as he walks out the door, leaving it slightly ajar and
listens to him go down the hall.

Alone in the room, Xander starts to realize that he's just woken up in
another guy's bed, and ok, it's a nice bed, and a really nice guy.

And he hears footsteps, not Graham's cause they've got shoes on.  There's a
knock on the door and Xander quickly slides off the far side of the bed onto
the floor, hiding, although he's not quite sure why.  Just an instinct.  He
lies on the floor, pulls the sheet on top of him and tries to act lie a pile
of linen.

"Yo, Graham! " Riley's voice booms. "Up for a run?"

Xander lies really still as he hears Riley step into the room.
"Graham?" he repeats

Then from down the hall, he hears, "Yo, Ri!" and then the footsteps walking
out of the room.

A chuckle from the Iowa boy, "Man, you look like you had a night of it."

"Yeah."

Xander can hear the smile on Graham's face.  Xander finds himself smiling at
that image.

"So, you hook up or what?"

There's a  pause.  Did he shake his head or nod or just shrug his shoulders
and give that enigmatic smile, wonders Xander.

"Goin' for a run, you up?"

"No man, I'm pretty beat."

"I can see that,"  Riley laughs.  "Shoot some hoops after lunch then?"

"I'm there."

"Cool."  The sound of a hand slapping a back and then of shod footsteps
going down the hall.

Graham reenters the room, closes the door, locks it,  and looks around,

"Xander?" he whispers, still looking around.

Xander lifts his head above the bed, and whispers,
"Hey!"

"Close call."

"Yeah."

Graham gets onto the bed and crawls across it towards Xander.   He reaches
out and takes hold of Xander's head, cupping his hand behind Xander's neck
and pulling his mouth onto his own and kissing Xander then reaching down,
taking hold of him by the armpits and lifting him up and pulling him onto
the bed, pulling him across the bed and palming his chest and stomach and
leaning over and kissing his mouth again, gently, softly, and then kissing
his neck and then his chest, licking one tit and then the other, listening
to Xander moan softly as he does, and the licking his way down Xander's
stomach, pausing to run his tongue around his navel and Xander suddenly
tenses up as he gives a sharp intake of breath.

And seeing that he likes it, Graham continues to lick it as his left hand
caresses the guy's thigh, moving slowly up to find Xander's cock, and Graham
takes hold of it gently and caresses it, and it stiffens and Xander moans,
and Xander reaches out and fondles Graham's back and the shoulder nearest to
him.

"Oh god! " Xander moans, and Graham moves his mouth down and as he holds the
base of the cock. he licks it and runs his tongue around the head the way
that Xander had liked it the night before.  And Xander is not sure what to
do, so he doesn't do anything, and just lets Graham suck him.

Graham runs his hand over Xander's chest, remembering how that same chest
felt last night when Xander was on top of him, and Xander was fucking him,
giving him everything he could.  And Graham had looked up and met his gaze,
and he saw those eyes, and Xander met his gaze, and gave him a look of
concern, like he was going too hard, or doing it wrong or something.  And
Graham, just to let him know, that no, he couldn't possibly be doing wrong,
gave him a smile between the groans, and he reached round and took hold of
his ass, and gently pulled Xander's into him in time with Xander's thrusts,
to let him know that it was exactly right, that it couldn't be better.

And, the feel of Xander's skin as he palms his chest and then runs his hands
slowly over his shoulders, trying to memorize the feel of that body, how the
muscles quiver just slightly when Graham does something just right, how
there is this strength just under the layer of warm smooth skin, and not the
easy kind that comes from spending time in the weight room, but the kind of
strength that comes from deep inside, a strength that comes from . Graham
only wished he knew, could only wish he had it.   It's a strength that could
make him do anything, absolutely anything, and the fact that Xander doesn't
use it except to give Graham what he wants makes it all the more powerful.

And as Xander reacts, moaning and then gently laying a hand on Graham's
forearm as he caresses his chest, and Graham feels the warmth of his touch,
not the white heat of alley sex, where everything is fast and furious and
intense and immediate and desperate, but the glowing warmth of a reassuring
touch, a caring gesture, inducing a warm glow in his forearm that spreads
out from the place touched, that makes slight goosebumps break out on that
arm.  And Graham has to pause, just for a second, and remember to breathe,
and he does so with a sharp intake of breath.

And Graham is suddenly aware of how hard he is,  and reaches into his boxers
and starts to jerk himself off as he sucks Xander, and Xander reaches over
and puts his hand inside Graham's boxers and their hands touch, and Graham
pulls his hand away and lets Xander take hold of his cock.

Graham stops sucking to moan briefly.
"Get those boxers off!" comes a demanding whisper, and Graham struggles out
of them, and Xander sees his stiff cock standing parallel to that flat
stomach.    Xander touches it with a bit of wonder.  Then he scoots over,
lifts his head and takes the cockhead into his mouth.  Graham moans, twists
his head and looks at Xander, and whispers,
"You don't have to."  Shit, he doesn't have to do anything:  Graham has to
make him understand that.

"And you do?"  Xander caresses his side, feeling the muscle-encased ribs.
Impressed, wishing his body felt like that, looked like that, but glad to
have the chance to feel it for himself.

"Yeah.  I do, I really do."  Graham is dead serious.  Xander nods like he
understands, although he doesn't, and he figures he just has to let Graham
do what he needs to do, and the fact that it feels awesome, better than
anything has ever felt before,  is just another reason not to object.

Xander wiggles underneath Graham and pulls his cock down and into his mouth,
and takes hold of his sides, and the two more or less without thinking begin
to match rhythms, Xander moving his head up onto Graham's cock in time with
Graham moving down on his.

And Xander can feel Graham's body start to quivver, to convulse lightly, his
muscles tensing slightly, and then more fiercely, and just the fact that he
can make the guy's body do that makes Xander want to suck the cock harder,
and he does, feeling the heat of the hardness as he swirls the cockhead
round in his mouth, contrasting the roughness of the shaft with the
smoothness of the head, and holding the cock just outside his mouth, as he
runs his tongue across the slit, and tastes the drops of the salty pre-come.

Graham arches his back and groans "Xand! " but is cut off as he comes all
over Xander's face, and Xander manages to take part of it in his mouth, just
so he can taste it.   And OK, salty goodness.  And really warm.  And Xander
arches his back as he feels Graham's body just tensed, every muscle
contracting, and he follows suite and Graham, even when he's in the middle
of orgasm, never stops sucking his cock, and Xander grips Graham's waist
above him as he arches his neck completely involuntarily and feels the
convulsions and how his legs just tense up tight, and his butt muscles
contract tight and he lets out this groan, and Graham sucks every drop from
his cock.

Xander just remains still, back and neck arched for a second, and then just
collapses onto his back, arms and legs just falling to the matress, limp,
unmoving.  Xander lies, eyes wide open, staring up at Graham's abs,
completely tensed, unmoving since Graham hasn't started to breathe again
yet.

Graham collapses onto his side, right beside him, and they both lie there
for a minute, kind of sprawled, waiting for the normal breathing to start
happening again.

Graham raises his head and looks down at Xander, and grins kind of
sheepishly.
"I've never done that before."

The sheepishness of the grin is returned, "Me neither."

Xander rolls over onto his back and moves back and leans against the
headboard of the bed.

"Come here."

Graham crawls up and lets Xander maneouver him so he is lying on his side,
half against Xander's side, half atop Xander.  They are facing each other
and they kiss, each other's come mixing with each other's saliva on their
tongues.  Xander is idly running his hand up and down the guy's left arm,
feeling where each muscle ends and the next begins. He suddely raises his
head and looks at the alarm clock.

"Shit!, I gotta get to work."

"You have to?"

"Hey, it's a really crappy job but the only one I've got."

Graham nods.  He leans over slightly and runs his tongue across three inches
of Xander's far pectoral, really wanting to lick every drop of dried and and
fresh sweat off of Xander's body.

"Can I see ya tonight?"

Xander looks down at Graham, who's looking up at him.  Xander tousles his
hair.
"I was kind of hopin to come by sort of straight from work.  Although I
guess I should swing by home and get clean clothes ."

Graham looks up at the guy.  He is grinning.  "How 'bout I meet you at that
coffee place at like 6?"

"It's a date."  Xander says with a grin.

Graham chuckles. Another first.

"What?"

"My first date with a guy."

"Just so you don't get too nervous, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be up for the
good-night kiss thing."

"Yeah, that does take some of the pressure off."  Graham grins as he runs
his fingers through Xander's hair, brushing it off of his forehead.  He
leans his head over and kisses Xander on the lips.  Not a deep kiss, a light
one.  More playful than passionate.  That could come later.
"Ok I guess you can go to work then."

"Thanks."  Xander says with mock annoyance.

Xander gets out of bed and pulls his clothes back on. Graham rolls onto his
back and watches, smile on his face.  Xander sits on the bed to put his
shoes on and Graham reaches over and palms his back then sits up and
massages his shoulders.  Xander stops with his left shoe half tied, and
moans softly.

Then Graham slaps his back.  "Go on, workin' man."

Xander twists his torso around and leans over and kisses the naked
ex-commando guy.  A teasing playful buss on the lips.  Cause if he does any
more than that, that'll be the end of job number 18.

Then Xander finishes tying his shoe and stands up and heads out.  He pauses
at the doorway, checks to see that the coast is clear, then looks back at
Graham.

"Six."

Graham nods, and repeats, "Six."   Xander closes the door behind him.

Graham flops back on the bed, hands behind his head, and sighs contentedly.
 
 

<< Stay tuned for part 12, In which Graham suddenly finds himself alone and
does what any self-respecting ex-commando guy would do:  go for a run and
have an angsty internal dialogue!; same Graham-Time! Same Graham-Channel!>>

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Fun with Maghrebi!
How to write fanfic in North African (Maghrebi) Arabic

A maghrebi mini angsty-slash:
(with apologies to mainly Cheb Khaled).
in which Xander [not my Xander, someone else's Xander] thinks about Angel
living in L.A...

I'yit Saber                                Tired of Waiting

Ma nizideh naachek         I'm never gonna love anyone again,
rani n'soufri.             because I'm suffering so much.
La zhar lal mimoun         Ya don't stand a chance
lelli aalkou ezzine.       if ya fall for his beauty.
al-Angel ibn sharmutta!    Angel's  *such* a bastard!
ma ndriek b'ida        I don't wanna think of you so far away
ma nabki aalik             and I'm *not* gonna cry.
I'yit saber,               I'm tired of waiting,
la tilifun, la khbar       no phone call, no news ..
al-ibn sharmutta!          the bastard.
al-ibn sharmutta habibi    the beloved bastard.
 
 

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