Schmangst-a-thon, Chapter III (fic now complete)
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Chapter III
Xander lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. The bed was definitely more comfortable than any desk at school would have been, but he just couldn't sleep. He felt like he'd been on a roller-coaster for the past few hours, plus it was too strange, with Larry half-naked only one bed away. His mind kept replaying that unexpected hug and the emotions that had come along with it. Not just attraction, which he'd already known existed even if he happily lived in denial-land. But a sense of safety, of comfort, the complete opposite of the way Larry usually made him feel. Could everything really turn on a dime like that after just a few conversations? It wasn't like he and Larry were romance novel material. Xander snorted quietly at the thought and rolled over.
"Still awake?" Larry asked.
"Yeah. Sorry if I'm keeping you up," said Xander, and was immediately relieved that it was dark so Larry couldn't see him blush. Talk about unintentional Freudian slips.
Fortunately, Larry either didn't get it or chose to let it pass. "Sorry about your friend. And your dad, too," he added, sounding sincere.
"Um, thanks." Xander didn't know what else to say.
"Come over here a sec," Larry said after a pause, and Xander could barely make out that big hand patting the mattress.
"I'm okay," he replied, not sure of Larry's intentions.
"Not planning to smack you around, we got past that earlier. Just thought...nevermind." Now Larry sounded embarrassed.
"Thought what?" said Xander.
"I dunno, you seem upset and I just wanted to help."
Definitely embarrassed. Xander pondered how much weirder things could be, as he didn't think there was much more room to expand from here without hitting apocalypse territory. Easing out of bed, he went and perched next to Larry. Who took one of his hands and held it, brushing his thumb over the knuckles. They sat like that for a while, and it was odd, but nice. For two teenage boys, it was about the best he figured they could do in terms of emotional support, and Xander was suitably impressed. Also, he actually felt a little better. However when he tried to pull his hand away, Larry did not let go. Instead, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it.
Officially entering the twilight zone, he thought, feeling the light touch, but hardly believing it. Was Larry, straight, jock, football-playing, locker-banging Larry, who had never spoken a kind word to him before today, making a move? Eyes he could hardly see in the dark looked up at him, but they were close enough that Xander could tell Larry was nervous, waiting for his reaction. Xander couldn't help himself, really, he couldn't. He leaned over, moved his hand and pressed his lips to Larry's.
The response was almost instantaneous. "Oh thank god, fuck" Larry mumbled against his mouth as he pulled Xander down on top of him. "Didn't think you'd go for it, didn't think..." They kissed passionately and messily, teeth clashing a few times as tongues learned a new dance. Xander, for one, had decided not to over-analyze this whole thing. Maybe pod Larry was a Hellmouth aberration that would be gone by morning, but if this was his one shot at being with the big lug, he was going to take it, regardless of the consequences.
There was some wrestling and rustling as Larry tried to push down the covers with his feet, not relinquishing his grip on Xander for a second. Finally they were touching skin head to toe, only boxers separating them, and Xander rolled to his side, pulling Larry with him. He ran his hands over Larry's shoulders and down his chest, feeling the hardened nipples tighten even more as he swept by them. Larry gasped at the sensation, and Xander felt all powerful. That he, lowly Xander of the sophomore class, had made Larry gasp was a worthy accomplishment. Second only to the hardness he could feel pushing against his own through thin cotton.
"Have to be quiet," Larry whispered, "parents downstairs." He followed that with a handsy exploration of his own, and Xander appreciated the reminder as he bit back a groan. Damn that was amazing. Even more so because despite the roughness of their kisses, Larry seemed to remember Xander was hurt, being gentle as he stroked his body.
"Right. Quiet," Xander belatedly agreed, pressing closer and wrapping his arms back around Larry's neck as they kissed again. And oh god, maybe he really was queer and Larry was right, but if the soft grunts he heard were any indication, Larry was queer too and didn't that about blow his mind. Which wasn't functioning very well anyway right now, what with the kissing and the touching and the grinding against each other.
"Not gonna take long," he muttered, already feeling his balls drawing up, and they kept rocking on the small bed, faster and faster.
"Me either," Larry said, urging him on with strategically placed hands on his ass. That was new and exciting. "God, feels so good Xander. Didn't know it would feel so good." The last word was drawn out as Larry threw his head back and came, turning into a pillow to muffle a shout. Xander thought it was about the most amazing thing he'd ever seen or felt, as Larry's cock pulsed, and he couldn't stop the push of his own orgasm as it rushed in. The world stopped for a minute, his heartbeat filling his ears, and he thought he might die from the pleasure.
Still in Larry's arms, Xander slowly figured out where he was and what he'd been doing. When he did, he found himself waiting for a shove off the bed, or the belittling words that almost certainly had to follow doing anything like that with one of your worst enemies. The human kind, anyway. But Larry surprised him yet again, reaching over his head to grab some tissues, then dabbing kind of ineffectively at the mess they'd made.
Of course, Xander couldn't keep his mouth closed for long. "Wow. I mean, uh, I wasn't expecting that. No sirree, not at all. Um, yeah. So I guess you'll be wanting me to go now, because I'm definitely in your personal space here and..." his voice cut off as he was kissed.
"Shut up," said Larry when they stopped, the harsh words sounding almost affectionate. "I'll tape your ribs in the morning if you need it."
"Okay," replied Xander, still kind of dazed. It was very clear that no-one was following the script anymore.
Larry abruptly gave up his cleaning efforts and pulled the covers up over both of them. "Night," he said, as he tucked an arm under Xanders shoulder. It wasn't spooning exactly, but it was some kind of snuggling, Xander just knew it.
"Um, okay," he repeated. "Night."
He squirmed a bit until he found a comfortable position and then relaxed. This had been, quite possibly, the strangest night of his life. And at this point, that was saying a lot. But it looked like a persistent thorn in his side had been removed, although there were no guarantees. Funny how it turned out they had not just one, but two things in common, Xander thought. He fell asleep listening to Larry breathe.
Chapter III
Xander lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. The bed was definitely more comfortable than any desk at school would have been, but he just couldn't sleep. He felt like he'd been on a roller-coaster for the past few hours, plus it was too strange, with Larry half-naked only one bed away. His mind kept replaying that unexpected hug and the emotions that had come along with it. Not just attraction, which he'd already known existed even if he happily lived in denial-land. But a sense of safety, of comfort, the complete opposite of the way Larry usually made him feel. Could everything really turn on a dime like that after just a few conversations? It wasn't like he and Larry were romance novel material. Xander snorted quietly at the thought and rolled over.
"Still awake?" Larry asked.
"Yeah. Sorry if I'm keeping you up," said Xander, and was immediately relieved that it was dark so Larry couldn't see him blush. Talk about unintentional Freudian slips.
Fortunately, Larry either didn't get it or chose to let it pass. "Sorry about your friend. And your dad, too," he added, sounding sincere.
"Um, thanks." Xander didn't know what else to say.
"Come over here a sec," Larry said after a pause, and Xander could barely make out that big hand patting the mattress.
"I'm okay," he replied, not sure of Larry's intentions.
"Not planning to smack you around, we got past that earlier. Just thought...nevermind." Now Larry sounded embarrassed.
"Thought what?" said Xander.
"I dunno, you seem upset and I just wanted to help."
Definitely embarrassed. Xander pondered how much weirder things could be, as he didn't think there was much more room to expand from here without hitting apocalypse territory. Easing out of bed, he went and perched next to Larry. Who took one of his hands and held it, brushing his thumb over the knuckles. They sat like that for a while, and it was odd, but nice. For two teenage boys, it was about the best he figured they could do in terms of emotional support, and Xander was suitably impressed. Also, he actually felt a little better. However when he tried to pull his hand away, Larry did not let go. Instead, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it.
Officially entering the twilight zone, he thought, feeling the light touch, but hardly believing it. Was Larry, straight, jock, football-playing, locker-banging Larry, who had never spoken a kind word to him before today, making a move? Eyes he could hardly see in the dark looked up at him, but they were close enough that Xander could tell Larry was nervous, waiting for his reaction. Xander couldn't help himself, really, he couldn't. He leaned over, moved his hand and pressed his lips to Larry's.
The response was almost instantaneous. "Oh thank god, fuck" Larry mumbled against his mouth as he pulled Xander down on top of him. "Didn't think you'd go for it, didn't think..." They kissed passionately and messily, teeth clashing a few times as tongues learned a new dance. Xander, for one, had decided not to over-analyze this whole thing. Maybe pod Larry was a Hellmouth aberration that would be gone by morning, but if this was his one shot at being with the big lug, he was going to take it, regardless of the consequences.
There was some wrestling and rustling as Larry tried to push down the covers with his feet, not relinquishing his grip on Xander for a second. Finally they were touching skin head to toe, only boxers separating them, and Xander rolled to his side, pulling Larry with him. He ran his hands over Larry's shoulders and down his chest, feeling the hardened nipples tighten even more as he swept by them. Larry gasped at the sensation, and Xander felt all powerful. That he, lowly Xander of the sophomore class, had made Larry gasp was a worthy accomplishment. Second only to the hardness he could feel pushing against his own through thin cotton.
"Have to be quiet," Larry whispered, "parents downstairs." He followed that with a handsy exploration of his own, and Xander appreciated the reminder as he bit back a groan. Damn that was amazing. Even more so because despite the roughness of their kisses, Larry seemed to remember Xander was hurt, being gentle as he stroked his body.
"Right. Quiet," Xander belatedly agreed, pressing closer and wrapping his arms back around Larry's neck as they kissed again. And oh god, maybe he really was queer and Larry was right, but if the soft grunts he heard were any indication, Larry was queer too and didn't that about blow his mind. Which wasn't functioning very well anyway right now, what with the kissing and the touching and the grinding against each other.
"Not gonna take long," he muttered, already feeling his balls drawing up, and they kept rocking on the small bed, faster and faster.
"Me either," Larry said, urging him on with strategically placed hands on his ass. That was new and exciting. "God, feels so good Xander. Didn't know it would feel so good." The last word was drawn out as Larry threw his head back and came, turning into a pillow to muffle a shout. Xander thought it was about the most amazing thing he'd ever seen or felt, as Larry's cock pulsed, and he couldn't stop the push of his own orgasm as it rushed in. The world stopped for a minute, his heartbeat filling his ears, and he thought he might die from the pleasure.
Still in Larry's arms, Xander slowly figured out where he was and what he'd been doing. When he did, he found himself waiting for a shove off the bed, or the belittling words that almost certainly had to follow doing anything like that with one of your worst enemies. The human kind, anyway. But Larry surprised him yet again, reaching over his head to grab some tissues, then dabbing kind of ineffectively at the mess they'd made.
Of course, Xander couldn't keep his mouth closed for long. "Wow. I mean, uh, I wasn't expecting that. No sirree, not at all. Um, yeah. So I guess you'll be wanting me to go now, because I'm definitely in your personal space here and..." his voice cut off as he was kissed.
"Shut up," said Larry when they stopped, the harsh words sounding almost affectionate. "I'll tape your ribs in the morning if you need it."
"Okay," replied Xander, still kind of dazed. It was very clear that no-one was following the script anymore.
Larry abruptly gave up his cleaning efforts and pulled the covers up over both of them. "Night," he said, as he tucked an arm under Xanders shoulder. It wasn't spooning exactly, but it was some kind of snuggling, Xander just knew it.
"Um, okay," he repeated. "Night."
He squirmed a bit until he found a comfortable position and then relaxed. This had been, quite possibly, the strangest night of his life. And at this point, that was saying a lot. But it looked like a persistent thorn in his side had been removed, although there were no guarantees. Funny how it turned out they had not just one, but two things in common, Xander thought. He fell asleep listening to Larry breathe.