NOTE:  OK, this took forever to finally finish up.
Sorry about that.  RL is
sometimes a bear.  The previous parts to this one can
be found at
http://www.finnatics.com/otsoko.htm
 

The Guy Thing 16/18:  Closet

All it took was a phone call, and what had looked to
be a boring evening
watching TV alone had suddenly become . . . much more
interesting.   A smile
had instantly spread over Xander's face as he heard
the voice that responded
to his 'hello.'  Well, not so much the voice, or the
words either, but the
tone of voice:  low, deep and full of promise.  There
was no way Xander was
going to tell him no, and it didn't bother Xander at
all that he seemed to
know that.

He opened the door for him and found himself being
pushed towards the
bedroom, as Graham kicked the door shut behind him.
There was a hungry
smirk on the marine's face, which turned into a hungry
smile as Xander
peeled off his T-shirt, and slid out of his khakis and
threw himself
backwards onto the bed.

He watched as Graham slowly got undressed.   Xander
was being teased, and he
knew it.  And he liked it.  A lot.   His eyes never
left Graham as the man
pulled off his sweater, then slowly pulled his T-shirt
up, stopping to palm
his stomach, looking to see if he was getting the
reaction from Xander.

He was.  Xander was breathing a bit more heavily, and
his cock was starting
to inch upwards.

Graham's stone face barely broke, just a slight upward
turn of his lips, but
his eyes betrayed him as his pupils dilated.  Graham
pulled the shirt off
and tossed it on the floor.  He kicked his shoes off,
and yanked his jeans
and boxers down and off.  He bent over and yanked one
sock off then the
other, and crawled onto the bed, gently pushing
Xander's legs apart as he
settled on his stomach between them.

Xander lay back in his bed, head propped up on a
pillow, his hands smoothing
the hard tensed muscles of Graham's shoulders and arms
as the man's head
rose and fell, taking his cock all the way down his
throat,  watching it
disappear into the man's talented mouth.  A low deep
moan forced its way out
of Xander's throat as he gripped Graham's shoulders.
When he made himself
relax a bit, he opened his eyes and ran his hands
gently through the
marine's short hair.

Xander thought that this was pretty close to heaven.
No power on earth
could make him want this to stop.

The door bell rang.

"Shit!  Anya!"  Xander panicked.  He bolted out of
bed, leaving a very
frustrated Graham.

"Uh, sorry!  *Shit!*  Hide!   OK?"  Xander managed a
pleading smile on the
last word.

Graham grinned at him and grabbed his clothes and
looked around and headed
for the closet.

Xander pulled on jeans and a T-shirt and loped over to
the door and,
brushing his hair back with his fingers, took a deep
breath and opened the
door.

Riley grinned at him, put a hand behind Xander's neck,
and pulled him in for
a kiss even as he stepped in and shut the door behind
him.  He turned both
of them around and pushed Xander against the closed
door, his hands slowly
running up and down Xander's upper arms as he leaned
in and kissed him.
Riley pulled back after a brief kiss, and just smiled,
which was enough to
make Xander shiver.

Riley reached down and pulled Xander's T-shirt off of
him, and before Xander
could say anything, Riley's lips were on his nipples,
his tongue darting
over them, teasing, sending Xander into a series of
soft moans.

Riley's right hand went down to Xander's crotch.  He
looked up at him with
an evil grin.  "Man, you ARE glad to see me!"  Riley
was so eager that all
his usual poise left him as he fumbled,  unzipping the
jeans as he sank to
his knees, pulling Xander's hard-on out.

Riley didn't hesitate, taking Xander all the way in
his mouth.  Riley was
eager, more energetic, but less technically proficient
than Graham.   Xander
took hold of Riley's head and calmed down his strokes
a bit.  "Easy, tiger!"
  he kidded him.  Riley let him set the pace.  "Yeah,
yeah, there you go,
Ri.  Nice.  Just like that.   Good.  Oh yeah!"

Riley had pulled out his own cock, and was using his
right hand on it as his
mouth went after Xander's.

Xander was already well primed.   It didn't take him
long to finish,
especially under Riley's eager ministrations.  "Ri . .
.  Ri. . .  Ri  . . .
  *Ri*"  Riley finally pulled back off of Xander, and
milked the cock as
Xander came, splattering Riley's T-shirt.

A minute later, Riley came himself, his head pressed
against Xander's chest
as he knelt at his feet.  He looked down and saw he
had made rather a mess
of his own trousers.   He grinned sheepishly.

He looked up at Xander.  "Hey, Xander."

"Hey, Riley."

They stared at each other, silly contented looks on
their faces.

Xander heard footsteps in the hallway through the door
he was leaning
against.  Then the doorbell rang.  Xander's face went
white.  "Anya,"  he
mouthed to Riley, who looked down at his come-soaked
T-shirt and pants.
There'd be no shrugging that evidence off.  Riley
grabbed Xander's T-shirt
off the floor and shoved it in Xander's hands.  Xander
quickly pulled it on,
and zipped up.   Riley headed for the bathroom.

Xander shook his head violently.  Anya usually wanted
to 'freshen up' soon
after she arrived.  It had taken Xander a while to get
Anya to use that
expression, rather than the overly descriptive phrase
she had used at the
beginning of their relationship.

"Under the bed!"  Xander whispered.   Riley nodded and
practically dove into
the bedroom.

Xander opened the door.  "Hey Anya!"

"Hey, Xander."  She leaned up and kissed him, running
a hand over his pecs.
Have you been exercising?  You're all sweaty."

"Uh, no. Just haven't showered after work yet."

She nodded.  "I've got to work tonight.  Giles has
some training thing to do
with Buffy."  Anya looked a bit cross.  "Giles needs
to pay more attention
to the shop rather than the slayer if he wants to make
more money."

"Uh, OK.  We'll go out for dinner tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, that'd be great!"  She kissed him briefly.   "I
just want the sweater
I left here the other day.  The magic shop gets
drafty."

"Uh sure, I'll get it for you.  You remember where you
left it?"

"Where YOU left it, you mean."  Anya grinned slyly.
"I think you threw it
under the bed."

Xander blanched.  Before he could stop her, Anya had
darted into the bedroom
and was on her hands and knees beside the bed.

Xander stopped breathing.  He rushed to the bedroom
door, eyes wide.  Anya
stood up, sweater in hand.

"Here it is,"  Anya said brightly.  She tied it around
her neck and gave
Xander another hug.  He walked her to the door.  She
leaned up and gave him
another kiss.

"See you tomorrow after work?"

"I'll be waiting."  Xander grinned.  She walked down
the hall.  He closed
the door and leaned against it and heaved a sigh of
relief.  Then his eyes
went wide.  He rushed into the bedroom.
 

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Riley had been lying under the bed, listening
carefully to the conversation.
  He was in full stealth mode.  As soon as he heard
Anya mention the
sweater, the very one he was resting his head on, he
moved.  He scrambled
noiselessly from under the bed, and headed for the one
safe place.

Like a jungle cat, he quietly crept across the bedroom
on hands and knees,
reached up and opened the closet door, and swung
himself inside, pulling it
shut silently behind him.  He sat down, and was
suddenly very aware of a
warm naked hard body pressing against him.

"Hey, Riley."  Graham whispered.

Riley would have yelped if a hand had not covered his
mouth.

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Xander  opened the door to the closet.  Riley and
Graham broke their kiss
and looked up at him.  They looked at each other and
grinned.

Graham reached up and pulled him down.  Riley pulled
off his T-shirt, as
Graham undid his jeans.  Both leaned over to go for
his cock, and they
bumped heads sharply.  They started chuckling.

"Bed."  Graham suggested.  Riley nodded.  The two
stood up, pulling Xander
up with them.  They each took an arm and dragged him
to the bed, and shoved
him face up onto the bed.

Graham jumped across, kissed Xander briefly before
moving down and taking
Xander's cock in his mouth.  Riley stripped off his
clothes in record time,
and joined his buddy.

Riley pressed his face to Graham's and then took hold
of the base of
Xander's cock, and whipped it into his mouth, and
shoved his mouth down onto
it.  "Hey!" Graham objected.

Xander just moaned.

Graham moved down and took Xander's balls in his
mouth.  Xander spread his
legs wide, and put a hand on each guy's neck.  Graham
moved a hand up and
began playing lightly with Xander's left nipple,
eliciting a deep groan.
Riley glanced over and saw what Graham was doing.  He
moved his hand up and
gently ran his fingertips over Xander's other nipple.

Xander's hand tightened slightly on Riley's neck.

Graham looked up slightly and met Riley's eyes.  His
free hand moved across
and began to massage Riley's shoulders.  Riley's eyes
locked on his, even as
he continued to move up and down on Xander.    He
watched, eyes growing
wider, as Graham let Xander's balls fall out of his
mouth and moved up to
lick Riley's jaw line.  Xander's cock slipped out of
his mouth and slapped
against Xander's belly as their lips met.  Graham
wasted no time slipping
his tongue in.

"Hey!"  protested Xander.  The broke the kiss,
grinning at each other, and
both moved back to Xander's cockhead.  They played a
game of gently passing
Xander back and forth, from one mouth to the other,
upper lips and tongues
touching at each pass.

Xander had a hand on each man's upper arm,
unconsciously comparing the
massive powerful musculature of Riley's to the
rock-hard, pumped-up
delineated muscle of Graham's.

Xander lay back, and surrendered to their
ministrations.

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Xander climbed out from between the two sleeping
commando guys and padded
into bathroom.   He leaned  a hand against the tile
wall as he pissed.  He
finished and shook the last drops off, and flushed.
He turned around and
caught his face in the mirror.  He flashed himself a
smirk.  Two marines at
a time.  Not bad, Xander Harris.

He walked back through the dark apartment to the
bedroom.  He paused at the
door and smiled.  Riley and Graham were lying side by
side, faces inches
from each other, Graham's hand slowly running through
Riley's hair, Riley's
hand on Graham's side.

They were grinning at each other and whispering.
Xander could barely hear
them.

"So . . . Gray?"

"Yeah?"

"Xander said you're kinda in love with me."

"He did?"  Xander could hear him blush.

"Yeah.  Are you?"

"I guess . . . maybe.  That cool?"

"Fuck, yeah."

Graham leaned over and gave Riley the slightest of
kisses. Riley pulled
Graham's head into his.

Xander quietly stepped back out of the bedroom and
closed the door slowly so
as not to make any noise.

He opened the hall closet and pulled out the extra
blanket and pillow, and
carried them to the couch.  He sighed as he crawled
onto the couch and
pulled the blanket over him.  Damn, they looked cute
together!

Xander fell asleep with a bit of a smile on his face.
Besides, he'd already
come six times, a new personal record.  He was ready
for just some sleep.

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The next morning, Xander was sitting at the table,
drinking coffee and
watching cartoons, with the volume of the TV turned
low, when a very
sleepy-headed looking Graham padded out in his boxers.

"Good morning."   Graham got out, looking slightly
chagrinned, but
positively glowing.

"Coffee?"

"Yeah, please.  Black."

Xander got up and poured him a cup, as Graham sat at
the table.  Xander put
the cup in front of him.  Graham took a sip.  He
looked across the table at
Xander, "Thanks."

"Hey, I had a pretty good time, too, ya know."

Graham grinned and nodded.  "Yeah, I saw that.  I mean
for, ya know, the
rest of the night."

"No problem.  I was kind of used up anyway.  Are you
guys cool?"

Graham smiled beatifically.  "I think so."

The bedroom door opened and Riley came out.  He nodded
at Xander, who got up
to pour him some coffee.

"Hey,"  he said to Graham, a slightly embarrassed
smile on his face.

"Hey,"  Graham responded, putting down the cup of
coffee, never taking his
eyes off Riley.  The two just looked at each other,
neither one moving.

"Kiss him, for God's sake!"  Xander said with mock
exasperation.

Riley obeyed the order, and then sat down.  The two
guys looked at each
other and blushed a couple of times.  Riley sat with
his arm across the
table, holding the coffee cup.  Graham's hand moved
across the table, and he
ran two fingers gently along his forearm.  Graham
looked up into his eyes.
Riley smiled.

Graham looked over at Xander.  "Uh . . ."

"I'll talk to you guys later."  Xander grinned.  The
two practically bolted
from their chairs for the bedroom.  At the door, Riley
turned and said "Hey,
Xander?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Xander found himself alone in the kitchen, washing the
three used coffee
cups, as he watched the rest of Speed Racer, with the
volume turned up, when
the phone rang.

"Yeah, hey Willow. . . . Nothing, just hung out with
Riley.    Yeah, Riley's
here.  He's still in bed. . . .   No, we did no
boozing, I promise.  . . .
No, actually, I slept on the couch, thank you very
much.  . . .   Dinner.
Sure.  I'll have to ask Anya, but I'm sure it'll be
cool.  . . . Great!
7:00.  Anya and I'll bring wine.   No, not the kind
with the screw-off cap."

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After Graham had headed back to the base, and Riley
had surreptitiously put
the sheets in the washing machine, he came into the
living room and faced
Xander, and sighed.

"Can I talk to you?"

Xander nodded.

"I'm pretty sure I've made a decision."

"You're joining up again?"

Riley nodded, looking a little surprised that Xander
had sussed it out that
easily.

"It's not just Graham.  It's where I belong."

"Yeah, I know.  Plus there's Graham."

Riley grinned back with just the hint of a blush, as
he sat in the chair
across from Xander and looked at him.  "I'm pretty
sure you're one of the
best friends I've ever had, Xander."

"Thanks."  Xander grinned at him.   "Is that ending
now?"

"I hope not."

"But the two of us getting together is over."

Riley nodded.  But he couldn't keep a straight face.
He blushed.

"What?"

"This morning Graham just sort of pointed out that if
both of us sleep with
you, it's not really cheating."

"Quite a guy, that Graham."

The shy smile that spread over Riley's face showed his
answer better than
any words could have.
"Yeah, he is."  Riley cocked his head and grinned.
"So, Graham tells me
that you like to put on a uniform and give orders . .
. sir."

It took Xander five minutes to clean the coffee that
spewed from his mouth
off the sofa and floor.