Xander tentatively reaches across and palms Graham's chest through his shirt. Dude is seriously buff! Xander touches the muscle in his upper arms.

"Damn!" Xander whispers, pretty much in awe of those muscles

Graham reacts like Xander's touch was electric. There's a very low, barely audible moan.

Graham slowly moves his head towards Xander's, giving him time to back off if he wants.

Xander doesn't.

Graham gently kisses Xander, who hesitates before kissing him back. The two men press their bodies together as they kiss. Xander holds Graham's upper back as Graham slowly works his hands under Xander's T-shirt and feels his back, caresses his back.

Graham presses his pelvis against Xander's thigh. Xander can feel Graham's hard-on straining against the denim of his jeans, making him suddenly aware of how hard he is himself.

Graham breaks the clinch. He runs his fingertips along Xander's jawline. He looks straight into Xander's eyes, seeing if he's alright. He shifts his weight. He tightens his grip on his waist. He moves in to kiss him again.

"OK. Hold on a second." Xander says, in a voice louder than he meant.

Graham lets his hands fall to his sides, and lets Xander take half a step back. Give the guy all the space he needs. All the time he needs. "Yeah, Xander?"

"Ok, maybe this is gonna sound weird and all, but I gotta ask."

Graham holds up his hands up in front of his chest in a 'stop' gesture and says, "I won't even *try* to do anything you don't want me to, Xander."

"It's not that -- but hey, thanks," Xander smiles at him, genuinely touched, and, truth be told, relieved, "-- It's just that I have this certain history, so you gotta tell me the truth."

Graham raises 3 fingers, "Scouts honor", he says solemnly. Xander looks at Graham: This guy probably *was* a boy scout.

"Ok, are you a mummy come to life or a demon or an ex-demon or a insect in disguise or chip-implanted cyborg or a robot or??"

Graham laughs. "Hey, *you* were hyena guy! Cause I've kinda got issues with canine-type HSTs."

Xander grins, "I told you, I got better." Embarrassed now, Xander looks at the floor, "Come on. Seriously. Are you? Any of the above?" Xander looks back up.

Graham looks straight into Xander's eyes, "I'm just a guy."

"Ya sure?"

"Totally sure." Graham says with a voice that could melt butter.

"Well ok then." Xander nods slowly as he lowers his eyes and stares at Graham's damned impressive chest and arms, his heart racing.

"*You* sure?" Graham asks gently, "'bout this?" He resists the urge to touch Xander until he answers.

"Yeah" Xander says softly but emphatically, with a slight nod, as he reaches over and runs his hand over Graham's left bicep. He stares at that bicep.

Graham reaches over with both hands. He strokes Xander's torso, and slowly pulls Xander's T-shirt off, bending over to kiss Xander's stomach and then chest as he lifts the shirt. Xander moans. Graham lets his right hand find Xander's crotch. Graham grins as he feels Xander's hard-on. He undoes Xander's belt, and opens his pants, unzips them, and very slowly sinks down to his knees. Xander's eyes go wide as he looks down at the commando guy pulling out Xander's best friend since grade 7 and caressing it very gently. Xander groans. He puts a hand on Graham's shoulder and squeezes very gently. Graham turns his head and kisses the back of Xander's hand.

Graham caresses Xander's quickly stiffening cock, and whispers with a rather wicked smile "touch not the impure thing." Fuck that!

Xander hears him, and answers in a soft joking voice, "Hey! I'll have you know that my thing is very pure, thank you very much."

Graham looks down at the floor and grins. He chuckles. Laughing during sex, that's new. Graham likes it. A lot. Xander caresses Graham's shoulder. Seriously impressed by the musculature of that shoulder. Seriously turned on by the feel of that muscle.

Graham then takes hold of his own T-shirt and pulls it off, Xander helping him get it over his head. Xander remembers that he always let Jesse make the moves. Not this time. Xander takes hold of Graham's chin, bends over and kisses him briefly.

Graham caresses Xander's torso as he returns the kiss. When Xander straightens back up, he grins up at him. "Nice," he says softly, as much to the torso as to the kiss.

As soon as Xander touches Graham's shoulder again, Graham leans in and begins to lick the head of Xander's cock.

Xander stands there, eyes wide open as Graham gives him a blow job better than any he had ever imagined. Xander watches as the commando guy gives his cock his undivided attention, using his lips, his tongue, the back of his throat, his fingers gently massaging his balls, and all the area around. Every couple of seconds, Graham looks up at Xander's face, looking for his reaction to what he is doing, adjusting, doing more of whatever Xander seems to like.

Xander becomes aware that as Graham periodically stops sucking and starts licking his cock, and balls, and inner thigh (damn! but that feels amazing!), he is whispering something with an almost desperate voice. Xander gently caresses Graham's head. When he holds the back of his neck, Graham arches his neck backwards, pushing against Xander's hand. Graham looks up into Xander's eyes.

"Thank you?," he whispers.

"Uh, welcome". Xander replies, also in a whisper, a bit taken aback.

"?sir." he adds very softly. And Graham takes him in his mouth again. That's what Graham had been saying! OK, he'd think about that later. Wow! ? much later ?Ok, inner thigh? Wow! ?Xander's hand tightens involuntarily on the guy's shoulder.

Xander stands there, back half arched, his pelvis slowly rocking in and out in time with Graham's efforts, his hands on Graham's shoulders, caressing them. Xander's breathing quickens.

Xander taps Graham on the shoulder

"I'm gonna come." Xander whispers hoarsely.

Graham breaks off, and with one smooth motion sits back as he straightens his legs, and lies down on his back. He looks up at the man standing above him, hands on the back of Xander's calves, slowly but urgently running them up and down his calves, almost worshipfully, that touch as eloquent as anything he could say. "On me, please." Graham pleads.

Graham wants to see him come, see him shoot, and more than that, he wants to have this guy on top of him, let them both know that they understand their places in this. He *needs* to be able to look up and see his face as he comes, and feel those hot splashes of come hit him, cover him, mark him as his.

Xander looks down at the guy lying on the floor beneath him. He is astounded at how turned on the guy is. And there's this rush he feels from that, from having this macho guy lying between his legs, looking up at him, excited, begging. "Yeah, man, anything you want," he answers.

Xander kneels, and rests his butt on Graham's lower stomach, facing him, never taking his eyes off of those eyes, puts his left hand on Graham's shoulder, to steady himself, and only incidentally pinning the guy to the floor, and with three strokes lets fly onto the man's chin and chest. Graham's arms reach around either side of Xander's waist. Xander can feel Graham's forearms moving, massaging his waist as the man furiously jerks himself off.

Xander watches transfixed as Graham's impressive muscles tense rock hard and Graham's face screws up and he arches his back, and Xander feels Graham's jism hit his back like molten lava -- only not hot enough to actually burn through his skin.

Graham lies there, nearly convulsing, Xander's hands move over Graham's chest, gently massaging his come into Graham's tanned skin. Graham smiles up at him. A deeply satisfied smile. Graham caresses Xander's thighs and whispers, "Awesome, Xander."

Xander leans forward, goes down onto hands and knees above Graham and kisses him. Graham pulls Xander's body against his, and hugs Xander as they kiss, slowly, deeply.

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