Title: A Little Piece of Heaven
Summery: Graham got messy, now he gets soapy. . . with a little help. Set directly after ?Sinners and Saviors?
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: General season 4, every previous part of this series
Disclaimer: They?re not mine
Archive: UCSL, Graham Crackers, Grahamslash, Xanderslash
Date: October 1, 2000
E-mail: Saone@yahoo.com
Notes: As always, all the blame, er, thanks, goes to Charles. :) And, Otsoko - Writers of Graham/Xander shower scenes unite!

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Xander plops down on the couch and automatically stretches out to occupy as much space as possible. ?You know, all things considered, this was a pretty good day.?

?Spoken like a man who doesn?t have slime in his shorts.? I grimace and shift a little. Oh yeah, these clothes are being burned.

?No sympathy here, pal.? He folds his arms across his chest. ?If you had just-?

?Done what you told me to. Yeah, yeah, I know.? I resist the urge to roll my eyes. He?s dealt with more of this stuff then I have. I should have trusted his judgment. I shouldn?t have made him worry like that.

?I just hope it?s not corrosive, or anything.? Xander looks pointedly at my crotch.

Uh. . . ?I?ll just be in the shower for the next hour or so.? I say jokingly. . . well, mostly jokingly.

?Need any help with that?? Xan suddenly blushes, like he can?t believe he just said that. I?m right there with him, actually. I mean, he couldn't have meant. . .

?With what, exactly?? I?m calm. Well, at least I sound calm. That?s got to count for something.

He swallows, hard. He fidgets some, and basically looks as nervous as I feel. ?Well, I just. . . I mean, I know how. . . hard it can be to, you know. . . with certain types of slime, and. . .? He chuckles, shaking his head. ?And, I have no idea how to make this sound the least bit smooth.?

?Rough is okay.? Ulp. ?I mean, in talking, but it can be okay in. . .other ways if you. . . Uh. . .? Who knew babbling was contagious?

?Glad to know I?m not the only one who has no idea in hell what he?s talking about.? Xan gets up and walks towards me. ?I'm just gonna try and explain, so, bear with me. Okay??

I nod.

He stops right in front of me, not more then a foot from my body. I want to touch him. ?I know I said I wanted to take this slow, and have boundaries, and stuff, but that was before today, well, technically it was yesterday, and I didn?t understand what I was feeling, or, maybe I did, but I was just scared because. . .? He takes a breath. ?Because I knew I could love you so much, and those kinds of feelings just. . . freak me out, well, because of a lot of things that we really don?t need to get into, but, I think I wanted to go slow because I think I didn?t know what I wanted, and. . . and I didn?t want to get. . . hurt.?

Okay, I?m pretty sure I got about half of that. . . maybe. I think I caught all the important stuff though, like the end. I do touch him now, putting my hands on his shoulders, rubbing the muscles by his neck. ?I would *never* hurt you, Xan.?

He smiles. ?I know. Now. But, like I said before, I?m new at, you know, the whole love thing. And, now that I know you?re not going to hurt me, I. . . I also know what I want.?

My heart feels like it?s gonna thump right out of my chest. ?What?s that??

?Right now?? His hands grasp the bottom of my shirt and I almost unconsciously lift my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head. ?Right now. . . I really want you naked.?

Oh. Okay.

He leans in for a kiss, his fingers ghosting over the flesh of my chest, tickling my abdomen, dropping down to my jeans. They undo the button, I can feel. . . they?re at the zipper.

Xan moves his head, breaks the kiss, pulls back. He stares at me. Eyes so big, warm, dark. He licks his lips. Want that tongue to- ?Graham.? His voice is so soft. ?Are you sure??

Is he kidding?!

?Want you.? Huh, never growled before. I grab his head, pull his mouth back to mine. Hard.

He unzips my jeans. Slow. Torture. His hand?s right there, I rock forward. He presses against me. Rubs through the cotton. Been too damn long.

Hands move. No, please keep touching. . . They push my pants down over my hips, boxers going too. Air on my skin. Fingers on my skin. Caressing. Feels so-

?Yuck!!?

Yuck. He said Yuck? Well, that's kind of. . . disheartening.

?Sorry.? Xan blushes and holds up his hand so I can see the blue goo. ?Slime.?

Okay, that is. . . Yuck. ?Shower??

He nods. ?Shower.?

*****

I turn on the water, letting it get warm before we get in. Xander?s still fully dressed, and my shirt?s on the living room floor, but in my haste to get to the tub I just hitched up my pants, so we haven?t crossed the completely naked line yet. There?s still a chance for this to stop. I turn and face Xan, and. . . okay, there?s no chance for this to stop. I?ve only seen that look on his face a couple of times but it?s still enough to make me shiver, and send more blood to interesting places.

This is really gonna happen.

I toe off my shoes and socks. I push my jeans and boxers down and step out of them. Oh yeah, gotta remember to double bag this stuff before I put it out for the trash. But, later. . . much, much later.

I stand still as Xander looks me over. I?ve never been self conscious of my body, but damned if I?m not blushing.

Xan smiles. He moves closer, and suddenly he seems nervous again. That. . . predatory vibe is still there, but it?s tempered by this sweet hesitancy that. . . that makes me totally remember that he?s never done this with a guy before.

I put my arms around his neck, pull him in for a kiss. Soft, slow, no rush. Such a good kisser. Firm. . . and. . . just good. Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Time for the words I?ve wanted to say for almost. . . wow, almost a year. ?Xander, take off your clothes now.?

He grins, and complies. I watch as he strips. . . for me. He?s taking off his clothes, for me. I can?t even begin to remember the number of times I fantasized about his body, and now it?s being revealed, just for me. Gorgeous pale skin stretched over muscles, which, mmm, muscles. I?ve been held by him before, felt the strength in that upper body, but I?ve never seen it. And, I believe ?yum? is an operative word.

He blushes a little, ducks his head, and unzips his khakis. Okay, Mr. Restraint has officially left the building.

I grab him, and push him against the door. He looks a little surprised. . .maybe worried. I give him a quick kiss, then yank down his pants. I?m eye level with. . . oh. . . have to taste. I lick up his shaft. He whimpers. His back presses against the door, but his hips jut forward. So eager. So good. Chuckle just a little. Give the tip a light kiss, then I?m back up at his mouth, tongue sweeping in.

His arms, those arms, wrap around me, pulling me tight, flush, against. . . unh. . . touching. Flesh so warm. Such soft skin over such hard. . . everything. I grin, move my face to his neck, suck at the hollow above his collarbone.

?So beautiful.? I whisper against his throat. I can feel his pulse racing beneath my lips, his skin getting even hotter.

?Graham.? His voice is low, strained.

?Hmm?? I nip at his jawline.

?S-shower.?

Oh yeah. Corrosive monster goop.

We break apart, panting hard. I take his hand and lead him to the tub. I step in. He follows. And, we're back together again. The spray pelts us both. He's sliding against me, feels so. . . The friction. . . so good.

Warm, heavey breath against my ear. "Graham." The softest moan comes out as I squeeze his ass.

Find his mouth. Need to kiss him now.

Moving. . . faster. Arms tighten around me.

Need this. . .

Need him. . .

Love him.

*****

There is nothing like waking up next to someone you love.

Oh, a simple warm body can be great, but. . . even that can?t really compare. Not with being next to Xander. Laying here in my bed, watching him sleep, feeling only slightly stalkerish. I've never done this before. Never wanted to. Never really been with someone who counted.

So, I guess it?s not just his beauty, although with the sheet bunched around his hips and his long torso bathed in a stream of moonlight. . .

Oh, God. I am *so* far gone. I should be deeply concerned for my psyche. . . so, why am I grinning like an idiot?

I reach out and touch him. That?s getting to be a general compulsion with me, not that either of us minds. I let my finger run down the center of his chest, and over his abdomen, gently stroking the thin line of hair that trails down from his navel. I check his face. Still sound asleep, breathing deep and normal. Let?s see what I can do to change that.

I lean over, my lips tracing the same path my finger had just taken. I kiss down his stomach. His skin?s so warm, and. . . there?s a little reaction. Just the slightest quiver of the muscles under my mouth.

He murmurs something, can?t quite make it out. Shifts a little, then. . . nothing. Back to sleep.

I let my tongue swirl around his navel, dipping in once. . . twice. . . three times, and finish by lightly nipping at his lower belly. Earned myself a shudder that time, but he?s still out of it.

A sleeping Xander might be nice, but an active Xander is so much more. . . well, active. And, I want to play. Okay, time for hard. . . ball. Oooh, that?s an idea.

I grab the edge of the sheet with my teeth. I start to pull the material away from him, slowly exposing more and more. . . mmm, skin. Suddenly, a hand strokes my head.

?Having fun?? A slightly sleepy voice asks.

I look up and into. . . the most. . . amazing eyes. Chocolate brown, in this light, and just so warm, and happy. I let the sheet fall out of my mouth. ?Oh yeah. You??

He chuckles. ?I?m good.? He reaches down, grasps my arm and tugs a bit. ?Come here.?

Okay. I move up, half draping myself over him. I brush a stray lock of hair off his forehead, and. . . This is why. I mean. . . It?s just kinda hit me. . . everything that has happened to me has been worth it, because it got us to now.

Joining the Initiative, fighting the battles. Me deciding to stay in Sunnydale, but being too chicken to hardly talk to Xan. That first clumsy kiss in the cemetery, him saving my life, the first real kiss in the hospital. The demons, the monsters, the dating. Head injuries. Self centered Slayers, annoying British vampires, sharing a laundry hamper with Riley.

It?s all led up to this moment; me and Xander, together. Not in my mind, or my dreams, but in my bed. *My* bed. My Xander.

?Graham?? He looks a little concerned. Guess I slipped into ?intense face?, and this is definitely not the time or place for that look. ?Everything okay??

?Yeah.? I smile softly before closing the distance between us. Another new compulsion I?ve noticed is the intense desire to routinely kiss Xander senseless. I think I?m just gonna go with that. My lips press against his and. . . yeah. . .

Everything?s great.

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