TITLE: Maybe He's Canadian, 21:  Who's your Buddy?
AUTHOR: Otsoko
E-MAIL: otsoko@hotmail.com
SUMMARY:  Riley, Graham and Xander go for a beer.  Graham has a flashback.
Some Fratboys hassle Xander.
RATING: Nc-17,
CONTENT: SLASH:  Graham/Xander.  Graham/Forrest.  bad words, beer, straight
fratboys.
SPOILERS: Season 4 in general.
CATEGORY: Maybe He's Canadian #21
FEEDBACK: Ok, I love it, I'm addicted. Just a little fix and I promise I'll
try to quit.  Please!  Criticisms welcome as well as faint praise.  But, if
you flame me, I will just assume that you are a really ugly closet case with
no life, and feel really sorry for you.
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.  The mother of all betas. It is only by your
wisdom, oh my beloved beta, that I am able to write.  Everything that is
good here is thanks to Emmy.  All of the bad stuff is mine and mine alone.
TE:  Gotta say.  You made me do this one right (I think I got it right,
anyway).  Thanks for pointing out what I got wrong.  And then being patient
when I asked for more.  Hugs.
DEMON:  Just so you know:  Q.  What's the difference between a straight
fratboy and a gay fratboy?  A.  A 6-pack.
 

Maybe He's Canadian, 21:  Who's your Buddy?

1.  In reality I have nothing against fratboys. My favourite fratboy is a
straight friend of mine, who when he was prez of his frat at a very
conservative College in the States, had his frat sponsor the campus gay and
lesbian awareness day.  He took lots of shit for it on campus, but went
ahead and started this whole campus tradition.
2.  I'm from Canada, a country where we actually take civil rights
seriously, so there is an sub-text here of protest against the US policy in
re gays in the military.  When the Canadian Armed Forces were ordered to
stop discriminating years ago, the Chief of the General's Staff went on TV
and simply said that the Armed Forces should be the first to respect all the
citizens of the country they serve, and that the military was under civilian
control and would obey its civilian commander, as should happen in a
democracy.
What he said!
3.  Graham's latin pop-hit is a merengue, "Tiburon" (the shark), by Proyecto
Uno from NYC.  It both rocks and is extremely funny (ok, in Spanish, it's
funny).  And, hu-boy, can you dance to it!
4.  The biggest problem for me when I write whilst listening to merengues is
to keep Graham from speaking Spanish in the fic ("mas que nada es que, pues,
cuando nos descubrió Riley, estaba yo ... de rodillas").    But hey, if
you're gonna be a slave to the rhythm, ya gotta listen to something that
*has* a rhythm, not that wimpy white-boy stuff <g>.
 
 

Maybe He's Canadian, 19:  Who's your Buddy?.

Sitting in the pub, Riley was staring at Graham.  'OK,' he thought, your
bud, your comrade in arms, turns out to be a ... ok ease up Riley.  He's
still Graham, the dude who  covered your ass...   Ok, that came out way
wrong, he's the guy who's saved your butt more than once, who's been there
for you,  no questions asked.  He was on your side when Forrest gave ya shit
about Buffy:  he's your best friend.'

Graham was aware of being stared at, but figured that Riley needed some
adjustment time.

"You always been..." Riley stumbled for the right word.

"... that way?"  finished Graham with a slight smile.  A nod "Yup."

"How 'bout that night in Tijuana?"

"We just talked.  She appreciated having the time off."

"Ya coulda told me, ya know.  It's not like I'm this big bigot or
something."

"Not the point.  You were my squad leader.  If I told you, regulations
required you to report me.  Get me kicked out."

"I wouldn't have reported you."

Graham raised an eyebrow questioningly.

Riley looked down.
"So if you didn't tell me, I didn't have to decide."

Graham nodded.

Riley nodded back, "Got it."

Riley looked at Graham, and his curiosity got the better of him.  He gave
Graham a bit of a smile, "You ever been with anybody I know?"

Graham thought back to that night when Buffy had joined the initiative for
training, and had pretty thoroughly trounced them all.  Graham still
remembered how impressed he had been at her skill.  She had been awesome.
They all headed out for a beer afterwards at this bar Buffy liked.  The
Bronze had been a little too juvenile for Graham's tastes, but he had scoped
out one cute guy there.  Unfortunately, Xander had taken off before Graham
had had a chance to talk to him.  Forrest was pretty pissed off about
something, probably Buffy.  Forrest had always resented her.

Graham had figured that Forest must have more caveman-like ideas about women
than he let on.  Forrest never exactly said anything, but Graham thought
maybe he resented Buffy,  resented her for doing their job fighting the
HSTs, showing up Forrest and the rest of the guys.

Anyway, they had all gotten called away to hunt this Polgara demon, but
after that was over, Forrest insisted on going for the beer they'd missed
earlier.  Forrest was grumbling that Riley wasn't with 'em.  Graham joked
that it looked like Riley had better things to do than have a beer with the
guys.   Forrest kind of snarled at that, so Graham let it drop.  Graham
suggested they go back to the Bronze, thinking that maybe that cute guy
would be there still.  Forrest refused absolutely.  "No way.  No *slayer*
bar."

At the bar where the Initiative types hung out, Graham bought the first
pitcher.  Forrest got up and came back with eight shots, and they proceeded
to shoot the hard stuff and chase it with the beers.

Some of the Latino Initiative guys had taken control of the bar's sound
system and were blasting Latin dance music and drinking and talking loudly
and having a great time.  Graham recognized the song as one he had kept
hearing when he was in Panama, recovering from his Andean captivity.  Latin
hit of the year, he guessed.  He kind of half listened to it.  When the
chorus came on, Graham found himself understanding that, just from his
Spanish for Commando-guys lessons:

//umm, chocolate-y, chocolate-y, chocolate-y, choco - Wow!//
//umm, cinnamon-y, cinnamon-y, cinnamon-y, cina - Wow!//

Graham clicked that they were singing about checking out the talent in a
bar, looking at the chocolate-y Black ones and cinnamon-coloured Brown ones.
   American songs never had lyrics like that.  Graham grinned and looked at
Forrest and thought to himself, 'chocolate-y'.

After a couple of pitchers, plus another round of shots, both guys were
pretty tanked.  They hadn't gotten to the bar until pretty late, so they
weren't there long before they closed the place down.  They walked back
towards Lowell house.  Or rather they pretty much stumbled back.  Forrest
put his arm over Graham's shoulder in drunk-friendly kind of way.  "You're
my man, ain't ya, Graham?"

"You bet, Forrest."

"You don't wanna be with some slayer-girl insteada with your friend, do ya?"

Graham answered that one honestly "No, Forrest, rather be with my buddy."

"That's 'cause you all right, Graham."

"Thanks, Forrest. You, too."

"Yeah!"  Forrest answered with drunken enthusiasm, and gave him a real bear
hug.  Graham knew it didn't mean anything, but being held by a guy that
close, and getting hugged and all, and being that drunk, well, it was all
having an effect.

Graham helped Forrest into his room, and onto his bed.  Forrest sat there,
pretty out of it.  He tried to take off his boots, but kept missing the
laces, so Graham chuckled and sat on the floor and helped him off with the
boots. leaning on Forest's knee for support.   Graham then sort of stared at
Forest's crotch as Forrest undid his belt and pants and started to pull them
off.  He started to fall forward onto Graham.  Graham caught him by the
waist and helped him to sit back down on the bed, feeling a frisson of
sexual tension as he held Forrest's muscular torso.

Forrest was wearing boxers, and his chub was peeking out through the flap.
Graham stared at it for a second, and before he even thought about it, he
leaned over and licked it.

Forrest moaned, "Oh yeah, feels good ..."  He fell back onto the bed.
Graham didn't need more of an invitation than that.  He positioned himself
on his knees between Forest's legs and took his buddy's cock in his mouth.
Forrest moaned drunkenly.  Graham licked it, feeling it harden, and running
his tongue around the cockhead as the foreskin retracted as Forrest got
harder.

Graham spent serious time with just the head in his mouth, making Forrest
moan and groan.  He unzipped his own trousers and pulled out his own cock,
jerking off as he sucked Forrest.  Forest's cock was beautiful.  Dark and
thick and very hard.  He held it firmly by the base, two fingers resting on
Forest's torso.  Graham really got into it,   trying to take it down his
throat, twisting his head so he could taste more of it. Forrest started
getting into it, too, putting one hand on Graham's head, not really pushing
or anything, but holding it in a firm grip.

The chant at the end that Latin pop song kept going through Graham's head:
   "No pare!, sigue, sigue!"  'Don't stop! Go on, Go on!'
And Graham just let that endlessly repeated chant go through his head as he
rhythmically moved his head up and down on Forrest.  Forrest started to moan
a bit more loudly, and then the slurred words became clearer,

"That's it, man, suck it.   Suck my dick.  Oh yeah!  You been wanting it, I
seen you wanting it.  Ahh, ahh *fuck* c'mon, baby, yeah, so *good*...Come
on, man.  Do it!  Yeah! Do it, Riley."

Graham stopped short at Riley's name.  Not the big ego boost here.  Forrest
grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his mouth back onto his cock.

"C'mon, Riley, you been wanting it, so *suck* it.  Come on, man, do it.  Aw,
*Fuck*  You suckin it so *good*.  Yeah! C'mon, Riley-boy."

It didn't take Forrest much longer to come. Graham ended up swallowing, even
though it left a bitter taste in his mouth.  Playing tough guy with a
stranger in some alley was one thing, but having a buddy think he was
somebody else ... that just hurt.  After he had come, Forrest pretty much
lay there, eyes closed, mumbling, "Yeah Riley, yeah.  come on, man ... aw,
yeah."  Graham lifted Forest's legs and put them on the bed.  He didn't
really want to get in bed with the guy, and get called "Riley" again.  So he
zipped up his pants, and headed back to his own room.

Lying in bed, Graham stared at the ceiling and realized that Forrest's
resentment towards Buffy had nothing to do with male chauvenism, and
everyting to do with Riley.   He found himself hoping that Forrest wouldn't
remember anything.  Forrest never seemed to, and Graham certainly never
brought it up.
 
 

Graham looked across the table at Riley.  Nope, that was a story that Riley
Finn, Iowa farm boy,  was *not* ready to hear. So Graham just shook his head
and repeated Riley's question,
"Anybody you know?  Not really."

"There's a big enough loophole there to drive a tank through."

Graham grinned and nodded.

"Cause if they're still in the service..."

Graham nodded.

Riley nodded back.  "Got it."

"Look, before Xander it was just some guy I'd pick up or who'd pick me up.
Never twice with the same guy."

"Wham ban, thank you man."  Riley grinned, pleased at his own joke.

"Yup."

Graham grinned big time over Riley's shoulder.  "Those days are over,
though."

Riley looked over his shoulder.  Xander walked over, grabbed a clean glass
off the bar, and scooted in beside Graham.
"Hey, Riley"

Graham had somehow neglected to tell him that Xander would be joining them.
At least Xander didn't seem to be holding his outburst against him.
"Hey, Xander."

They didn't even touch each other, but Riley saw the looks that passed
between them.  He wasn't sure he was ready to be sitting in a bar with
Graham and his ... boyfriend?  And he still had that image of them in the
shower ... together.

"Nice.  You're gonna push me, aren't ya?"

Graham smiled slightly and nodded at Riley, as he squeezed Xander's knee
under the table and poured him a glass of beer.

Riley stood up.  Torn between needing a minute to get used to this, and not
wanting it to be so obvious that he wasn't completely blasé about the two of
them being a couple. "Gotta see a man about a dog."

Graham nodded.  Riley headed towards the back of the bar.

"Hey, stud," Graham said, smiling at Xander.

"Hey yourself, soldier-boy.  Tara and Willow say 'Hi' by the way."  He gave
Graham a meaningful grin.

"Told 'em?"

"Tara kinda had it figured out."

"Yeah, I got that impression at the Espresso Pump the other day."

"But, yeah, told 'em.  They were extremely, uh,  supportive."  Xander
grinned.  "Willow wants us to double date!"

Graham chuckled at that, the silly happiness contagious.

Xand couldn't help himself.  He gave Graham's arm a bit of a caress, just in
time to see this frat guy staring at them and giving them a bit of sneer.
But the fratboy walked by before Xander could think of anything to say.  He
shrugged it off.

Turning back to Graham, Xander asked more seriously,
"So how freaked is Riley?"

"Pretty freaked, but he's the one who invited me for a beer."

"Good sign.  He's a good guy.  Just takes a little getting used to.  And I
don't think finding us the shower really gave him the time to, uh,
process..."

Graham grinned and nodded.  "Especially since when he saw us I was ... on my
knees."

"Would it have been easier for him to take if he'd caught us a couple of
minutes earlier?

Graham nodded, "Probably.  He could understand it if I was just getting
off."

"He's clueless, isn't he?"

Graham chuckled and nodded.

"Who's clueless?"  Riley asked, sitting back down, wanting to be in on the
joke.

Xander flushed, and quickly got up.   Great!  Insult the boyfriend's best
friend.  Nice move. Very smooth, Xander, very suave, very...
"My turn.  Gotta go ... to the bathroom."

He headed across the bar.  Graham watched him.  Riley watched Graham
watching him.  Graham took a swig of beer and noticed Riley had been
watching him, and blushed.

"You *really* like him, don't you?"

"Yeah."  Almost wistful, almost embarrassed, slightly surprised at himself.

Riley shook his head with a confused smile, looking at Graham
"Who'd have figured?"

"Bout me, or about me and Xander?"

"You.  Both."

Graham nods.  "Yeah.  You really didn't have a clue 'bout me?"

"No.  I mean ... no.  All this time?  Since we first met?"

Graham grinned and nodded.
"Remember that beach party on South Padre Island during Initiative training
in Texas?"

"Sure."

"Remember the guy you said looked like that Dallas Cowboy rookie?"

"Yeah."

"It was him."

"Yeah?" A beat as it sinks in. "*Yeah?*"

"Yeah."  Graham kinda smirked as he nodded.

"OK, Graham, I'm impressed."  Riley lifted his glass for a toast.

All of the sudden Graham was on his feet.  Riley whipped his head  around.
There were these six fratboys are standing in Xander's way.

"Why don't you go to fag bar with your faggot friends?  This is a normal
place"

"We're just having a beer.  We're not bothering you."

Graham went over and stood at Xander's side, and just a little behind him.
Graham had on a complete stone face.  The fratboys were a little less
aggressive but not my much.  Xander really liked it that Graham was backing
him up.  He liked it even more that he was not moving up front to protect
him, like he thought Xander was some wuss.

"Why do you guys have to come to this place?"

"Clearly, it's not for the sparkling wit of the clientele."

"So, why doncha just get the fuck outa here?"

Xander clenched his fists, slowly planting his feet.

Graham put a hand on Xander's shoulder to hold him back.  He wanted them to
start it if it was gonna happen.

"Shit, look at that, can't keep their faggot hands off each other!"

Six against two. The fratboys didn't think the odds were too bad.  Neither
did Graham.

"What's going on here, Private?" Riley's voice boomed.

"Nothing, sir"  Graham answered, his voice perfectly calm, never taking his
eyes off of the head fratboy.  He saw the fratboys rethinking as Riley made
the military thing clear, and as Riley towered over them.  Graham looked at
the head fratboy, and asked "Right?",  letting him know this was his last
chance to back down or it was brawl time.

"Right, right,"  the head fratboy said.  "Nothing."

Riley folded his arms in front of his chest, letting them see his tensed
biceps clearly.  "Good, then why don't you boys go back to your table."

They scowled a bit, but backed down.  One of 'em murmured, 'faggots!' as
they turned tail.

The three headed back to their booth, and took their seats again.

Graham just looked down, obviously one pissed off ex-commando guy.

Riley looked at Graham, "That happen a lot?"  Graham didn't respond.  He
just continued to stare hard at the table.

Xander realized that years of being roughed up for his lunch money had
prepared him for this.  This must have been a first for jock-boy Graham.

Xander shook his head.  He was sheepish.
"No, we're usually pretty careful about the PDA."  He turned to Graham,  and
whispered, "Sorry, Graham.  My bad."

Graham couldn't even look Xander in the eye. Then came barely a whisper
through clenched teeth.   Angry.  Slowly.
"You. Didn't do. Anything. Wrong."
Then Graham banged his fist on the table with real violence.  "Shit!"  The
pitcher and glasses jumped.

Riley was the voice of reason was trying to calm his bud down.  "Easy,
Graham.  They backed down. They're not gonna try anything, now.   It's
over."

Graham looked up at Riley.  Riley was shocked by the pain in his buddy's
eyes.  "No it isn't.  This shit ... it's never fucking over.  They just keep
coming out the woodwork."

"What, ya wanna go pound 'em?  Cause I'm there with you."

"Fuck, yes!  I mean, no, what's the point?  I don't fucking know."  Graham
shook his head, then held it between his hands, head bowed,  elbows on the
table.

Xander said, "Let's just get outa here."

"Then they win."  Riley replied.  Graham looked up and nodded at Xander,
face serious.

Xander got the point.  He nodded.  The tension was still thick.

Xander looked at Riley and nodded, "Thanks for stepping in..."

Riley was genuinely surprised at Xander's thanks, and a little hurt.  "I
can't believe that you even *think* I wouldn't step in!"

"It wasn't your fight, Riley.  Besides, now they're gonna think, you
know..."

"It *was* my fight, how can you say that?  and besides ... Huh?  What are
they gonna think?"

Graham looked up at Riley, "That you're a ... that you're like me."

"... like us,"  corrected Xander.

Riley took a swig of beer.  He put on a mock serious face and scowled..

"Hell, half of campus already thinks I'm a lesbian."

There is a moment's silence as Graham stared at Riley and then just lost it,
cracking up.

"*What?*"  demanded Xander, and he started to crack up, too.

"I was being tall guy, helping the Lesbian Alliance put up their banner when
Buffy walked by.  And she looked at the banner and then at me and asked if I
had anything I wanted to tell her. So I just came right out and told her,
'Yes I *am* a lesbian.'  She took it pretty well."

Graham was doubled over with laughter.  The change from pure anger to
laughter was almost too much to take.  He was convulsing.

Xander still chuckling, grinned at Riley, and raised a glass, "You're one
helluva lesbian, Riley Finn."

They clinked glasses, chuckling as Graham slowly recovered, looked up, saw
Riley grinning, and cracked up all over again.

The fratboys were glowering at the laughing threesome.  They looked pissed
off that those faggots were laughing ... at them, maybe.  Xander saw them
and, with a grin, raised his glass in a mocking toast to them.
 
 

<< Stay tuned for part 22, in which Riley tells Buffy more than he meant to,
and the slayer is not pleased; same Graham-Time! Same Graham-Channel!>>

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Fun with German!
Because those WWII movies never give you the lines you really need.

Graham ist ein gut gebauten Typ.  Graham is a well-built guy.

Er steht darauf gefickt zu werden.    He likes to get fucked.

Bitte komme nicht in meinem Mund!
                             Please don't come in my mouth.

Practice Dialogue:
G:  Ja wohl, ich moechte einen Klapps auf den Arsch bekommem.
       Yessir, I'd like to get spanked on the ass.
X:  Beug dich ueber!
       Bend over!
G:  Das ist stark!    Noch mal, bitte.  Doller.  Doller!
       That's awesome!  Again, please.  Harder, Harder!
X: Blas mir einen!
       Suck me off.
G:  Ja wohl!  Gerne!
       Yessir, gladly.
X:  Mir kommt's!  Mir kommt's!
       I'm coming, I'm coming!