TITLE: Maybe He's Canadian, 8: Aftermath *
AUTHOR: Otsoko
E-MAIL: otsoko@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Graham and Xander sit around talking about what just happened...and what might happen next.
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT: SLASH: Graham/Xander. Slashy Sex Talk! People think and say bad words. the guys drink some beer; if you object to beer, pretend it's root beer, it won't affect the story
SPOILERS: All of seasons 1-4, especially one and four.
CATEGORY: Maybe He's Canadian #8
FEEDBACK: you betcha! 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 who lets me know
*DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Wheedon, Fox and the WB. I am just playing.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Emmy, beta reader extraordinaire. Just because she can point out something I really got wrong and make me laugh at the same time. Je t'aime pas mal, ma chere.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
1. If you haven't seen all of season 4, large parts of the story will make no sense, but it will nonetheless spoil it for you.
2. Despite all my efforts to Americanize it, there are still probably Canadianisms in the story.
3. This entire series was written backwards from the last 2 lines of dialogue in this chapter.

Maybe He's Canadian, 8: Aftermath In which Graham tells Xander something that surprises him.


After a minute or so of lying atop the commando guy, Xander presses his head against Graham's neck and slowly lets his breathing return to normal. Graham's arms lie across Xander's back, holding him gently. It feels nice. Really nice. He stays there until Graham starts to squirm a little.

Xander slowly gets to his feet. He reaches down and helps Graham stand as well. Xander caresses the man's torso.

"*Damn!* you got muscles!"

Graham grins. He flexes them a bit for Xander kinda showing off for the guy. "You've got a damn cute body yourself, Xander."

"Uh, thanks."

".And the most beautiful cock I've ever seen." Graham's smile is beatific.

Xander blushes.

"Want a beer?"

"Sure."

Graham gets 2 bottles from the little fridge, twists the top off of one and hands it to Xander. He opens his own and offers his bottle out -- Xander clinks bottles and takes a deep swig. Both men look at each other as they drink.

They sit -- Xander on the bed, Graham facing him on the desk chair. Graham leans forward a bit towards Xander.

"Xander?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna spend the night?" Xander sees in his eyes the pleading beneath that totally calm tone.

Xander grins. "Yeah, Graham. I'd really like to spend the night."

Graham's face lights up. "Great!." He puts the beer down on the desk and puts the hand on Xander's knee and gently squeezes it.

"Graham, my turn. Just a question."

"Shoot."

"What is with the 'sir' thing?"

Graham blushes -- not only his face, but his entire torso turns slightly red. He pulls his hand away from Xander's knee.

Graham manages a shrug, tries to make a joke: "Just a commando guy thing."

He grabs the beer and takes a quick swig to mask his embarrassment. Pretty sure he isn't ready to talk about this. Almost positive Xander isn't ready to hear this. About the mental image he has of Xander in uniform, standing over him. Looking down on him. Getting ready to do whatever he wants to him.

Xander half scowls -- for the first time tonight, Graham is the embarrassed one, and Xander is enjoying it. "A commando thing like two soldier guys getting together, or a commando thing like give-me-orders-sir?"

"Uh." Graham looks really uncomfortable.is this freaking the X-man out? OK, Graham keep your mouth shut next time. OK, don't keep your mouth shut, but don't say anything.

Xander stares at his beer bottle and grins, "Cause if it's the second, I could get into it."

"Yeah?" Graham replies with a silly grin on his face, fighting back the embarrasment he's suddenly feeling.

"Yeah." Xander says with a friendly nod, looking up into Graham's eyes again, "Be in-charge guy."

"In-charge guy givin' me orders, makin' me do pushups, and then uh, havin' his way with me?" Graham says softly, trying to hide his very real burning desire with a slightly jokey tone.

Xander nods at Graham. He has to smile at the way Graham's face lit up as he spoke. Dude was excited.

But Xander's gotta say something or he's gonna crack up and completely wreck the moment, "'Having my way with you'? " Xander grins, gently mocking, reaching over, tousling the guy's hair.

"Ya know." Graham looks sheepishly at Xander, "ya know."

"If you can do it, you can say it.", Xander says mock seriously with one eyebrow raised.

Graham, staring hard at the floor between Xander's feet, grins and nods and says "OK, OK, . fucking me."

Xander looks at the half-naked jock. He reaches over and trails his fingers down Graham's arm with heart-felt affection. There was none of his patented sarcasm in his voice as he asks: "Really? 'Cause I sort of thought you bein' macho military muscle guy, you'd wanna, y'know, have your way with me."

Graham looks up at him and smiles, "You really have a lot to learn about men, Xander Harris."

Xander looks deep into Graham's eyes. "You're gonna teach me."



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