¿De la gracia de la Emmy, para qué te voy a contar?
Tiene que venir a verla, to' el que se quiere enterar.
Mi Emmy, siempre mi Emmy!  Emmy, gracia y salero!
Mi Emmy, el orgullo de lo' betero', y novia del mundo entero!

Why should I even try to tell you of Emmy's charm?
You would have to know her to begin to understand.
My Emmy, always my Emmy!  Emmy, all grace and tastiness!
My Emmy, the pride of betas, and beloved of the entire world!
 

1.  See, Saone, told ya it was coming!  It just took me a while to get there
.
 

Maybe He's Canadian, 19: Cleaning Up
 

Graham had pulled off his shirt and shoes and socks, and then his shorts by
the time Xander sneaked back into his room, pulling the door closed.  He
stared at Graham, close to naked, sweat covered, grinning.   He swallowed.
"First time I've played with a chubb in a while."

Xander blushed.  "Same here."

"Kinda noticed, you're wearing boxers, at least I had a jock on."

"I kinda noticed."  said Xander looking at the jock Graham was still
wearing.

Xander was about to move in on that cue, when there was a knock and Xander
quickly slipped behind the door as Riley pushed it open.
"Got any shampoo?  I'm out."

"Sure," Graham tossed him a bottle from the shelf.  Riley caught it one
handed.

"Thanks."

Graham nodded.

Riley left, pulling the door shut.

Xander sat on the bed, a bit dejected.

"At least ya didn't have to hide in the closet."  Graham grinned.  "Come
here."

Xander shook his head, "He'll be back to return the shampoo."

"Yeah . And then the shower'll be free."

Xander looked up at him, eyes twinkling, "I'm liking the way your mind
works."

Graham stripped off his jock and tied a towel round his waist, went over to
Xander and pulled the T-shirt off of him.  Then he leaned down and yanked
his shoes and socks off.  Then he undid his khakis, unzipping them as he
pushed him onto his back. He pulled the pants off and tossed them on the
floor.  He pulled the boxers off next.  He leaned over the now naked Xander,
put his hands on either side of his shoulders and kissed him, teasingly.
Xander just lay there and let himself be teased.

Graham had to put the towel round his waist again as Riley tried the door
handle.  Graham jumped up and opened the door.

"Here ya go. Thanks"

"No problem, buddy."

Graham watched Riley go down the hall and into his room.

"Coast's clear."

Xander grabbed a towel, wrapping it round his waist and dashing after Graham
to the bathroom. Graham pushed Xander into the stall, turning on the water
and kissing him
hard.  Xander's hands found Graham's shoulders, but Graham was having none
of that.  He grabbed Xander's wrists and pinned them to the wall above his
head.  He looked at Xander, Xander grinned at him, and Graham leaned in and
kissed Xander as hard as he could.

When they broke, Xander pushed him against the side wall of the shower, the
spray hitting Graham's chest.  Xander ran his hands over that chest,
feeling the hard muscle bombarded by the warm water.  He leaned in and
licked one nipple and then the other,  Graham was moaning and clutching at
Xander's head, not controlling him, just holding it.

Graham drew in a sharp intake of breath as Xander made his way down his
torso, until he was kneeling in front of him.  As the water hit the back of
his head, Xander leaned in, and took Graham's hard-on in his mouth, swirling
it around, letting some of the torrent of water drip down the shaft and fill
his mouth.  With his mouth full of warm water, Xander swished Graham's
cockhead round in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.  Graham was leaning
back, pressing his back against the tile wall, an almost maniacal smile on
his face.  The water and the tongue and the just wanting this guy so badly
was almost overwhelming.

He looked down at Xander, and gently caressed his head and shoulders as he
continued to get teased. Graham had never felt anything like that before.
"Please .. please" he whispered, and Xander relented, spit the water out,
took a breath and took the length of his shaft into his mouth. Graham opened
his eyes and looked down at Xander.

He reached down, took hold of Xander under the arms and pulled him up to
standing, turning them both around.  Graham leaned in, the torrent of water
hitting him on the back of the neck, and pinned Xander's biceps to the tile
wall as he kissed him, deeply, then moving slowly down, tasting the water as
it flowed down his chest, licking one nipple, then the other, running his
tongue down to his navel, and then going to his knees, and running his hands
over Xander's chest, taking Xanderin his mouth, and slowly, teasingly, ran
his tongue round the cockhead.

Xander was moaning softly, letting Graham hold him against the wall, feeling
the warm water flow over him, relaxing him, even as Graham's ministrations
tensed him.  He looked down at the soaking wet head bobbing up and down on
his cock.

Riley came back into the bathroom, in his jeans with a towel around his
neck, shaving cream and razor in hand, whistling some Backstreet Boys song
from the radio.  He looked at his face, turning to check out one side then
the other, and turned on the tap, wet his hands and began to apply the
shaving cream.  He then took the razor and slowly began to shave round his
left ear.

"Hey Graham!"  He yelled over his shoulder.  "Wanna go grab some lunch?"

No answer. Riley was kinda surprised that Graham wasn't singing some country
song in the shower like he usually did.  He continued to shave.

Between the water hitting the top of head, Xander's low moaning and the
hands covering his ears as his head got pulled onto Xander's cock, Graham
wasn't hearing anything.  Besides his attention was elsewhere.

"Graham!"  Xander groaned, and let go of his head.  "Graham!"  he warned him
again,  but Graham kept at it, becoming even a little more eager as Xander
approached climax, pinning Xander against the wall with both hands.  Xander
tensed up and let out a "Oh, fuck!", as he exploded inside Graham's mouth.

Graham was swallowing when the shower curtain was yanked aside.  Xander
watched with horror as Riley yelled, "Jesus Fucking Christ!  What the *fuck*
is going on here?"

For a long moment the only sound was that of the water from the shower.

Graham slowly stood up.  He turned off the water.  He looked straight at
Riley, and said slowly and evenly,
"Exactly what it looks like."

Graham pushed past Riley, who stepped back.  He grabbed a towel from the
hook and tossed it to Xander. grabbing the other one to dry off his face.

Riley just stared at his buddy, jaw dropped, unable to utter anything more
than one accusing word. "Graham!"

Graham met his gaze with steel eyes. "You've had sex in this shower before,
yourself, Rye.  Ease up."

Xander carefully examined the tiles on the floor as he dried off, and then
cinched the towel around his waist.

Graham ran his towel roughly through his hair and then wrapped it around his
waist, and stood facing Riley, hands on hips, water still dripping down his
chest and stomach.  Defiant, but not belligerent.

Xander stepped out of the stall.  He looked at the two guys staring each
other down with what Buffy called 'testosterone poisoning'.
"Guys.."

Riley looked at Xander with a flash of anger, "You shut your..."  Xander
looked down at the floor.

"*Ri*!"  Graham stopped him with a sharp loud bark, a warning.  Riley's head
snapped back to Graham, who said angrily but working hard to stay calm, "You
got something to say, you fucking say it to me."

Riley looked at Graham's still fierce eyes.  Riley looked down.  Graham
glanced over at Xander, who looked scared and lost.   He sighed, stepping
over to put an arm across Xander's shoulder and lead him past Riley and out
into the hallway.  Facing him, he held his shoulders lightly, sighing,
"Thanks for the uh, shower."  He forced a smile.

Xander nodded once.  Graham leaned over and briefly kissed the towel-clad
boy,
"Let me talk to Rye, OK?"

Xander nodded, "OK."

"I'll call you after."

Another nod.  Xander started to give him a kiss back when he saw Riley
standing in the doorway.  With a gulp, he headed into Graham's room and
started pulling his clothes on.

Graham turned to face Riley.  He planted his feet.  He looked Riley in the
eye, and said softly but forcefully,  "You *ever* speak to him again like
that and I swear to God I'll clean your clock."

Riley looked down at the floor, slightly embarrassed that he had snapped at
Xander like that, but still mainly reeling with surprise and anger.  Then
the implications of what Graham had just said struck him.
"You mean you and Xander are .?"

"Yeah,"  Graham nodded, jaw set, ". me and Xander are ..."

This needed an explanation, and Riley was gonna get one.  Riley stared at
Graham, "And just when did you decide to change lifestyles on me?"

"Never."

"Huh?"

"No changes here."

Riley stared at him for a long second.  "I can't fucking deal with this!"
He turned on his heel, long purposeful strides taking him away from the
confrontation and back to his room.

Xander came out dressed, and saw Riley stalking away.
"You OK, Graham?"

Graham nodded.  "You?"
"He scared the shit outta me, but yeah, I'm good."

"Look, I better go talk to him.  He always does the stalking off thing when
he's pissed off or freaked."

Xand nodded and gave him a fast hug and headed out.

Graham went into his room and hurriedly pulled on sweat pants and a T-shirt
and headed down to Riley's room.  As he hoped, the door was ajar; Riley
hadn't shut him out.

He pushed the door open.  Riley was sitting on his bed, staring at the
floor.  Graham closed the door behind him and pulled the desk chair out, and
straddled it, leaning forward against the back of the chair.  Riley didn't
look up at him.  There was a long silence.  Riley spoke,
"So, what you're telling me is that you're a ."  His voice trailed off.

"What? A fag?  A poof?  A queer? A cock-sucking faggot who likes to take it
up the ass?"  There was a palpable anger underlying Graham's calm voice.

Riley reacted like he'd been slapped hard. His head snapped up. Yeah, those
were the very words going through his mind.  His eyes met Graham's.  His
anger was suddenly mixed with real shame.  He couldn't speak.

"Heard'em all before, Ri.  More than once. I kinda hoped I'd never hear'em
from you, though."

Riley looked back down at the floor, and said softly,  "You won't, I
promise."
 

<< Stay tuned for part 20, in which friends talk; same Graham-Time! Same
Graham-Channel!>>
 

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Fun with Dutch.
Graham and Xander visit a bar in Amsterdam
A cute Dutch guy (DG) comes up to Xander:

DG: Waar kom je vandaan?          Where're you come from?
X: Ik kom uit Sunnydale.          I'm from Sunnydale.
DG: Ben je alleen?                You here alone?
X: Nee, ik ben met mijn vriend.   No, I'm with my boyfriend.
DG:Verdomme!                      Damn!
      Je bent aardig . en lief.     You're sweet . & cute
      Ik word geil van je!          You kinda turn me on.
X: Dank je.   Sorry, ik kan niet. Thanks.  Sorry, I can't.
Just then, Graham strolls over.
G: Hallo!                         Hello!
DG:(to X).  Mijn god!             My God!
            Hij is *gespierd*!    He's *buff*!
G: Ik heet Graham.  Hoe gaat het? I'm Graham, how's it going?
DG: Goed. Ik hou van triootjes    Good. I'm into three-ways.
       Geintereseerd?                Interested?
G: Wat vind je lekker?            What do you like to do?
DG: Ach, pipjen, neuken,          Oh, suck, fuck,
    eigenlijk alles.                 most stuff.
G: Xander, wil je?                You want to, Xander?
X: Dat kan.                       That could be arranged.
DG: Fantastisch!                  Great!
G: Woon je ver weg?               You live far?
DG: Nee, vlakbij..                No, just around the corner.
 

The Dutch word for 3-ways, 'triootjes', is just *so* cute.  <g>