Grace, part 9
Mar. 31st, 2004 09:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aimeeliciousIn which there is some smut, although it's still pretty minor. I guess R, but perhaps NC-17. Once there's porn I fail to see much of a difference, frankly. *grin*
Previous parts here.
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Xander woke up a little while later to an armful of Oz moaning, but it wasn't in the good way. Unfortunate because he'd sort of like to hear that kind, but this clearly was not the time to think about that. Nope, no thinking about naked, sexy Oz. This was mostly-dressed, uncomfortable Oz, and boy did he sound unhappy.
"Can I get you something for the pain?" he asked.
"Mmm, yeah. In my bathroom cabinet," was the muffled answer, as Oz spoke into Xander's t-shirt.
Attempting not to jostle any injured parts, Xander got up, wincing as Oz let out another pained groan at the movement. Those ribs must be in bad shape, and he silently empathized. Been there, done that. He found the pills easily, since they were prominently marked as containing codeine, and walked back to the bed with two of them plus a glass of water.
"Can you sit up?"
"Think so." Oz struggled for a minute and then lay back down with a whoosh. "Maybe not."
"I'll help." Xander set the glass and the caplets down. Reaching around Oz he gently tugged upwards, being careful not to press against any ribs, and set some pillows behind him. "That better?"
Pretty much vertical now, Oz nodded his head. Xander handed him the medicine and waited. "Drink all the water," he said, feeling a little silly playing nurse but doing it anyway. "Bottle says you need a full eight ounces with that stuff. I'll get some ice for your eye."
"Wait."
He turned around and looked back at Oz, who suddenly seemed very small and alone in the big bed. There was another gift of a smile on his face, tense but genuine. "Thanks."
"Um, sure," Xander said, and bolted. He couldn't believe he was having more naughty thoughts right then, about jumping on the bed and stripping Oz of what was left of his suit and kissing him until he was breathless. Hadn't gotten much past that part since he didn't have any experience making out with guys, but he figured most stuff had to be similar, at least until you got to third. Oz naked flashed across his brain again and he stuck his whole head in the freezer, hoping it might stop his fevered imagination. Oz was injured, there was a kid in the house, he belonged in Ohio, etcetera, etcetera. But his cock did not pay attention to this line of thinking, and it wasn't high enough to stick in the freezer. So he did his best to ignore it as he put some ice in a bag and wrapped it in a thin towel.
Back in the bedroom, Oz had his eyes closed, the one quite swollen now, and displaying an interesting swirl of colors. Xander wanted very much at that moment to be Willow and possess the skills to magically make the pain disappear. Instead, he propped himself up against the headboard next to Oz, made sure his unflagging but totally inappropriate erection was not obvious, and held up the ice.
"Frozen healing powers, at your service."
Oz took the towel without comment and pressed it against his face. Now Xander felt awkward and horny and completely out of sorts. One minute they were snuggled together like...well, he wasn't sure he could think of an analogy that seemed right. Now it was quiet and weird all over again. Then he sensed fingers entwining with his own and looked down to see Oz's free hand holding on tight. His mind eased immediately, and Xander was amazed at how quickly one touch diverted him from certain anxiety.
"So, what are you going to tell Paddy?"
"He knows what I do, he'll be ok with it as long as I'm clear about being alright."
It was remarkably easy to talk now, close but not looking. Like being in a car with someone. He'd had some of his best conversations with Spike just like this. Except for the hand-holding. Mostly.
"What about this?"
"This?"
"You know, whatever it is we're doing." He twitched his fingers and got an answering squeeze.
"Oh, that." Xander wasn't sure, but he thought Oz frowned under the ice. "You need an explanation?"
"Well, not an explanation exactly, more like a clue. You hugged me, you kissed me, we're holding hands. Right now. This is outside the scope of man-friendship in my world. Not that I'm complaining," he added hastily, not wanting to sound like it was a bad thing. Which he didn't think it was, despite all those pesky emotional hangups he couldn't seem to get rid of. And the sexual orientation issue. Which seemed kind of moot at this point.
"I like you," said Oz.
"Well, I like you too," said Xander.
"I mean, I really like you."
"As in, liking with feelings that are more than friendly liking?" Xander asked.
"Yes."
It seemed another question was required to get more information. Big surprise. "How is that possible when you haven't seen me in years?"
"I liked you in high school."
This was news. "You what?"
"Please don't make me repeat it," said Oz, sounding a bit exasperated.
"But...Willow, and the wolf and, you were so angry," was all Xander could muster.
"I was young. Didn't understand then, what happened with you and Willow."
"Oh." Xander pondered this. "You do now?"
"It doesn't matter now. We're all different."
That was an understatement. Xander scooted a little closer to Oz, until their shoulders touched. Better.
"Is the door locked?"
"What?" Xander was confused. Then Oz pulled the ice away and turned his head, and Xander caught his breath. It didn't help when Oz's other hand moved and settled on top of his cock, which was still half-hard. He thought he might choke on the surge of sensation that ran through him at that connection, and it made him blink his one eye repeatedly. Oz smiled again, a little lopsided this time. Xander wanted to question more, but his brain simply would not cooperate. A kiss, hungrier than the last one, was in the way. Tongues met and discovered, finding a slow and easy rhythm. Oz's mouth was cool and damp from the water, and Xander didn't think he'd ever tasted anything so perfect.
"I'm in no shape for this, but god I want you," Oz said, tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling, his chest lifting painfully in small gasps.
The hand on Xander's cock gripped harder, sliding up and down roughly over the denim and the hard flesh underneath. He canted his hips towards the feeling, letting out a moan of his own. He was suddenly taken with the need to touch Oz, to know his skin. Explanations could be put off for a while yet. Oz wanted him. Had said it out loud even.
He leaned forward. "Let me take care of you," Xander murmured low into Oz's ear. "Don't move."
"Are you sure?" Oz dropped the ice and put a cold hand to Xander's cheek, as if he could feel the answer.
"Shhhh. Don't ask questions either." Xander was afraid that if there was talking now, he'd lose his nerve and he really didn't want to do that. God knows what was going on here or where it might end up, but he was tired of being alone. So what if it was just for now. He'd been wanting to leave since the moment he got here, when it inevitably happened, at least there could be some pleasure, some companionship first. A happy memory he could return to.
Parting Oz's legs slightly, he moved into the empty space and knelt, drinking in the sight of the man sitting in front of him, bruised and seemingly fragile. Xander knew otherwise. They may not have understood each other in the past, but with a few exceptions there had always been grudging respect. His eye traveled down, and with hands shaking slightly, he reached out and touched the hardness he could see pushing against the fabric below Oz's waist. It jerked against his hand, and he felt his own cock pulse in response.
With deft fingers, he undid the belt and pulled the zipper down, surprised to find what appeared to be black silk boxers beneath. Oz didn't seem the type, but the material felt soft, and he imagined what it would be like to have it next to that sensitive skin. Xander shuddered and wrapped his hand around the cock beneath, squeezing and stroking gently, watching Oz's face to see his reaction. A quiet moan, and oh yes, that was the kind he wanted to hear. Again. He continued stroking, a little harder now, reaching inside the boxers and pulling up with a twist over the head, the shaft slippery with pre-come.
His other hand wandered over strong thighs, making patterns much like Oz had on him earlier, until Oz shifted and groaned in entirely the wrong way. Xander stopped tracing and held down those slender hips instead, intent on keeping him still despite increasing the speed of his strokes.
"God Xander, just like that," Oz said huskily, staring first at the hand working him and then at Xander.
He met Oz's gaze but didn't hesitate, wanting nothing more in that moment than to see what Oz looked like, what he felt like, when he came.
"Xander." With the name still on his lips Oz closed his eyes, arching his back slightly, crying out with pain at the movement but also in pleasure as his muscles tightened and he orgasmed into Xander's hand, the warm fluid coating them both. It seemed to go on and on, and Xander wrung all that he could from Oz, only aware when Oz's panting eased that his own cock was almost painfully hard. That had been one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen. Uncaring of the mess he went to touch himself.
"Mine," was all Oz could manage, but Xander, despite his desperation, understood and sat up on his knees, bracing himself against the wall behind Oz's head. It took only the press of Oz's palm and Xander bucked, the first orgasm at another's hand in years ripping him open like a force of nature, pulsing through his balls and cock until his jeans were soaked and his breathing ragged. He kept his head thrown back as long as he could, knowing if he moved he would collapse and hurt Oz. Every bone in his body felt as though it had been melted and reshaped. After a few endless minutes he pushed back on his heels again, embarrassed and trying to catch his breath.
Xander finally dared to glance up at Oz, who was already looking at him, albeit a bit muzzily. "Good," he said.
Xander had to smile. "We're cavemen now?" he replied with amusement.
Oz just grinned, sliding down slightly, and Xander remembered the codeine. So much for continuing any sort of serious conversation. At this rate Paddy would be a college graduate before Xander knew what was going on. Aside from a fast but amazing sexual encounter. With a guy. A guy he used to know better. Sort of. And who wants to know him better now. It was a bit much. Oz began to list, and Xander quick wiped his hands on his jeans, which were a lost cause anyway, and carefully settled Oz back down in the bed.
"I'll get something to clean us up," Xander said, but Oz was already sleeping, and he was pleased to see the tension gone from that slight body. Rest was what Oz needed most, and hopefully the physical release would help.
Xander was pretty sure what he needed most was a beer, but he padded into the bathroom first. Time to deal with his sticky pants and the self-doubt plus recriminations that should start up any second now.
Previous parts here.
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Xander woke up a little while later to an armful of Oz moaning, but it wasn't in the good way. Unfortunate because he'd sort of like to hear that kind, but this clearly was not the time to think about that. Nope, no thinking about naked, sexy Oz. This was mostly-dressed, uncomfortable Oz, and boy did he sound unhappy.
"Can I get you something for the pain?" he asked.
"Mmm, yeah. In my bathroom cabinet," was the muffled answer, as Oz spoke into Xander's t-shirt.
Attempting not to jostle any injured parts, Xander got up, wincing as Oz let out another pained groan at the movement. Those ribs must be in bad shape, and he silently empathized. Been there, done that. He found the pills easily, since they were prominently marked as containing codeine, and walked back to the bed with two of them plus a glass of water.
"Can you sit up?"
"Think so." Oz struggled for a minute and then lay back down with a whoosh. "Maybe not."
"I'll help." Xander set the glass and the caplets down. Reaching around Oz he gently tugged upwards, being careful not to press against any ribs, and set some pillows behind him. "That better?"
Pretty much vertical now, Oz nodded his head. Xander handed him the medicine and waited. "Drink all the water," he said, feeling a little silly playing nurse but doing it anyway. "Bottle says you need a full eight ounces with that stuff. I'll get some ice for your eye."
"Wait."
He turned around and looked back at Oz, who suddenly seemed very small and alone in the big bed. There was another gift of a smile on his face, tense but genuine. "Thanks."
"Um, sure," Xander said, and bolted. He couldn't believe he was having more naughty thoughts right then, about jumping on the bed and stripping Oz of what was left of his suit and kissing him until he was breathless. Hadn't gotten much past that part since he didn't have any experience making out with guys, but he figured most stuff had to be similar, at least until you got to third. Oz naked flashed across his brain again and he stuck his whole head in the freezer, hoping it might stop his fevered imagination. Oz was injured, there was a kid in the house, he belonged in Ohio, etcetera, etcetera. But his cock did not pay attention to this line of thinking, and it wasn't high enough to stick in the freezer. So he did his best to ignore it as he put some ice in a bag and wrapped it in a thin towel.
Back in the bedroom, Oz had his eyes closed, the one quite swollen now, and displaying an interesting swirl of colors. Xander wanted very much at that moment to be Willow and possess the skills to magically make the pain disappear. Instead, he propped himself up against the headboard next to Oz, made sure his unflagging but totally inappropriate erection was not obvious, and held up the ice.
"Frozen healing powers, at your service."
Oz took the towel without comment and pressed it against his face. Now Xander felt awkward and horny and completely out of sorts. One minute they were snuggled together like...well, he wasn't sure he could think of an analogy that seemed right. Now it was quiet and weird all over again. Then he sensed fingers entwining with his own and looked down to see Oz's free hand holding on tight. His mind eased immediately, and Xander was amazed at how quickly one touch diverted him from certain anxiety.
"So, what are you going to tell Paddy?"
"He knows what I do, he'll be ok with it as long as I'm clear about being alright."
It was remarkably easy to talk now, close but not looking. Like being in a car with someone. He'd had some of his best conversations with Spike just like this. Except for the hand-holding. Mostly.
"What about this?"
"This?"
"You know, whatever it is we're doing." He twitched his fingers and got an answering squeeze.
"Oh, that." Xander wasn't sure, but he thought Oz frowned under the ice. "You need an explanation?"
"Well, not an explanation exactly, more like a clue. You hugged me, you kissed me, we're holding hands. Right now. This is outside the scope of man-friendship in my world. Not that I'm complaining," he added hastily, not wanting to sound like it was a bad thing. Which he didn't think it was, despite all those pesky emotional hangups he couldn't seem to get rid of. And the sexual orientation issue. Which seemed kind of moot at this point.
"I like you," said Oz.
"Well, I like you too," said Xander.
"I mean, I really like you."
"As in, liking with feelings that are more than friendly liking?" Xander asked.
"Yes."
It seemed another question was required to get more information. Big surprise. "How is that possible when you haven't seen me in years?"
"I liked you in high school."
This was news. "You what?"
"Please don't make me repeat it," said Oz, sounding a bit exasperated.
"But...Willow, and the wolf and, you were so angry," was all Xander could muster.
"I was young. Didn't understand then, what happened with you and Willow."
"Oh." Xander pondered this. "You do now?"
"It doesn't matter now. We're all different."
That was an understatement. Xander scooted a little closer to Oz, until their shoulders touched. Better.
"Is the door locked?"
"What?" Xander was confused. Then Oz pulled the ice away and turned his head, and Xander caught his breath. It didn't help when Oz's other hand moved and settled on top of his cock, which was still half-hard. He thought he might choke on the surge of sensation that ran through him at that connection, and it made him blink his one eye repeatedly. Oz smiled again, a little lopsided this time. Xander wanted to question more, but his brain simply would not cooperate. A kiss, hungrier than the last one, was in the way. Tongues met and discovered, finding a slow and easy rhythm. Oz's mouth was cool and damp from the water, and Xander didn't think he'd ever tasted anything so perfect.
"I'm in no shape for this, but god I want you," Oz said, tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling, his chest lifting painfully in small gasps.
The hand on Xander's cock gripped harder, sliding up and down roughly over the denim and the hard flesh underneath. He canted his hips towards the feeling, letting out a moan of his own. He was suddenly taken with the need to touch Oz, to know his skin. Explanations could be put off for a while yet. Oz wanted him. Had said it out loud even.
He leaned forward. "Let me take care of you," Xander murmured low into Oz's ear. "Don't move."
"Are you sure?" Oz dropped the ice and put a cold hand to Xander's cheek, as if he could feel the answer.
"Shhhh. Don't ask questions either." Xander was afraid that if there was talking now, he'd lose his nerve and he really didn't want to do that. God knows what was going on here or where it might end up, but he was tired of being alone. So what if it was just for now. He'd been wanting to leave since the moment he got here, when it inevitably happened, at least there could be some pleasure, some companionship first. A happy memory he could return to.
Parting Oz's legs slightly, he moved into the empty space and knelt, drinking in the sight of the man sitting in front of him, bruised and seemingly fragile. Xander knew otherwise. They may not have understood each other in the past, but with a few exceptions there had always been grudging respect. His eye traveled down, and with hands shaking slightly, he reached out and touched the hardness he could see pushing against the fabric below Oz's waist. It jerked against his hand, and he felt his own cock pulse in response.
With deft fingers, he undid the belt and pulled the zipper down, surprised to find what appeared to be black silk boxers beneath. Oz didn't seem the type, but the material felt soft, and he imagined what it would be like to have it next to that sensitive skin. Xander shuddered and wrapped his hand around the cock beneath, squeezing and stroking gently, watching Oz's face to see his reaction. A quiet moan, and oh yes, that was the kind he wanted to hear. Again. He continued stroking, a little harder now, reaching inside the boxers and pulling up with a twist over the head, the shaft slippery with pre-come.
His other hand wandered over strong thighs, making patterns much like Oz had on him earlier, until Oz shifted and groaned in entirely the wrong way. Xander stopped tracing and held down those slender hips instead, intent on keeping him still despite increasing the speed of his strokes.
"God Xander, just like that," Oz said huskily, staring first at the hand working him and then at Xander.
He met Oz's gaze but didn't hesitate, wanting nothing more in that moment than to see what Oz looked like, what he felt like, when he came.
"Xander." With the name still on his lips Oz closed his eyes, arching his back slightly, crying out with pain at the movement but also in pleasure as his muscles tightened and he orgasmed into Xander's hand, the warm fluid coating them both. It seemed to go on and on, and Xander wrung all that he could from Oz, only aware when Oz's panting eased that his own cock was almost painfully hard. That had been one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen. Uncaring of the mess he went to touch himself.
"Mine," was all Oz could manage, but Xander, despite his desperation, understood and sat up on his knees, bracing himself against the wall behind Oz's head. It took only the press of Oz's palm and Xander bucked, the first orgasm at another's hand in years ripping him open like a force of nature, pulsing through his balls and cock until his jeans were soaked and his breathing ragged. He kept his head thrown back as long as he could, knowing if he moved he would collapse and hurt Oz. Every bone in his body felt as though it had been melted and reshaped. After a few endless minutes he pushed back on his heels again, embarrassed and trying to catch his breath.
Xander finally dared to glance up at Oz, who was already looking at him, albeit a bit muzzily. "Good," he said.
Xander had to smile. "We're cavemen now?" he replied with amusement.
Oz just grinned, sliding down slightly, and Xander remembered the codeine. So much for continuing any sort of serious conversation. At this rate Paddy would be a college graduate before Xander knew what was going on. Aside from a fast but amazing sexual encounter. With a guy. A guy he used to know better. Sort of. And who wants to know him better now. It was a bit much. Oz began to list, and Xander quick wiped his hands on his jeans, which were a lost cause anyway, and carefully settled Oz back down in the bed.
"I'll get something to clean us up," Xander said, but Oz was already sleeping, and he was pleased to see the tension gone from that slight body. Rest was what Oz needed most, and hopefully the physical release would help.
Xander was pretty sure what he needed most was a beer, but he padded into the bathroom first. Time to deal with his sticky pants and the self-doubt plus recriminations that should start up any second now.
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Date: 2004-03-31 07:19 pm (UTC)So glad I did. Very, very hot. I'm actually panting. And this...
He'd had some of his best conversations with Spike just like this. Except for the hand-holding. Mostly.
...made my little Spike loving heart go squeeee
Think the road is clear again now.
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Date: 2004-03-31 07:54 pm (UTC):: glares at naughty Grace bunny ::
Glad you liked this chapter, and that it seems to have been inspirational! That's the best possible compliment.
Go, write more sickfic. Yummy.
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Date: 2004-03-31 07:32 pm (UTC)LOL
Let you know tomorrow though how much I loved it.
:D
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Date: 2004-03-31 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-31 07:43 pm (UTC)But...Hey, I like Vince Gill too. Shh I'll tell you a secret (I've actually seen him in concert) He has a beautiful voice. Just saying.
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Date: 2004-03-31 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-01 03:00 am (UTC)Still adoring the spareness and pacing.
You rock.
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-04-01 09:04 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2004-04-01 04:06 am (UTC)And humorous... god, I giggled like a kid over the line about not being able to stick his cock in the freezer. Poor Xander!
Loved this!
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Date: 2004-04-01 09:04 am (UTC):: is proud ::
:: gets some paper towels ::
Thrilled you're reading. And this part was a little silly, but Xander was in a better mood, and that's what happens!
I'm glad you like how Oz is coming across. I am finding him fascinating to write because he's so quiet already, AND the story is from Xander's perspective. Keeping Oz present, without losing the calm waters that are so much a part of his character, is both fun and challenging here.
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Date: 2004-04-01 06:43 am (UTC)Again, loved the memories of Spike. There's such a sweet sadness to them.
Xander had to smile. "We're cavemen now?" he replied with amusement. Flashback to cave!Buffy. *g* I loved the funny mingled with the hotness. (And this was definitely hot!)
Time to deal with his sticky pants and the self-doubt plus recriminations that should start up any second now.
Bring on the angst, baby! I'm ready.
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Date: 2004-04-01 09:00 am (UTC)There is definitely angst coming up. Not too much, I hope, because I can only handle so much and I'm buried in my ficathon assignment for this weekend which is sooper angsty. (ack!). But I'm glad you're girding your loins. Or, whatever.
:: is silly ::
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Date: 2004-04-01 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-07 10:34 am (UTC)Anyway, glad I found your feedback and happy that you're reading. =) Oz will definitely be helping Xander in the fun department, although there may be some angst along the way.
I'm having trouble finding the time to finish the next chapter, which is almost done but not quite. This has been a crazy week at work. Ack!
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Date: 2004-04-07 11:13 am (UTC)I'm enjoying this story very much; it's one of the ones I have trouble saving for later when I see it come up, although lately, I've had trouble just getting to LJ. RL is so demanding, sometimes. ;-)
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Date: 2004-10-19 05:20 pm (UTC)