FIC: Q & A (S/X, manny!verse human AU, Mature)
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Previous manny lovin' in tags. 930 words, unbeta'd. Feel free to point out errors.
“If my parents lived closer, I swear I’d totally take them over there.”
Willow’s snort sped through the phone line, arriving on Xander’s end clear as a bell - but less melodic. “You so wouldn’t.”
It took all of half a second of thought for Xander to admit that, “Yeah, you’re right. Those people are crazy. But still, I totally need to find a backup babysitter and I will. Soon. Meanwhile, you are an absolute saint.”
“Not exactly a compliment in Wicca circles, Xand.”
“A goddess, then. A total goddess. You and your lovely life partner - goddesses both. I seriously can’t thank you enough.”
“Oh, please. We love them like our own.”
“Still, this is above and beyond the call. I mean, you’ve had them all week.”
“And you’ve been working all week. Which is totally not the same thing as having another date with Spike. Which is totally important. I mean, who are we to stand in the way of true lust?”
Is that what this is? Xander wondered. Also: “Is it wrong that I want to see Spike more than my kids?”
“Of course not - but it would probably have been a mistake to see them both at the same time. I mean, you and Spike haven’t laid eyes on each other in five days. Who knows what those girls might have walked in on on that couch? They could have been scarred for life.”
“Oh, come on. Spike and I would never have…” Xander paused. “Okay, yeah, we might have.”
“Uh huh. Just consider the babysitting our contribution to the Childhood Innocence Preservation Fund.”
“Donation gratefully accepted.”
A pause and then: “So…” He could practically hear Willow’s Cheshire grin. “Sounds like someone is definitely getting laid tonight.”
“Maybe, I guess,” Xander hedged. “I haven’t really thought about it.”
Much.
“Liar.”
“Okay, so I’ve thought about it.”
“It may have crossed your mind once or twice.”
Per hour.
Multiply by twenty-four and then by five and…
“Okay, so it’s pretty much all I’ve thought about all week.” Xander sighed. “God, I feel like dirty old man.”
“You’re not old,” Willow said. “And I’m pretty sure Spike’s into dirty.”
“You think?”
“Don’t you?”
“I don’t know. It’s just…I mean…well, sometimes I wonder. Like, what if he’s never actually…. No, he must have. Right? I mean, the way he…. And the part about wanting me to show him the ropes - that’s probably just…. I mean, he’s young, but there’s no way he’s actually…. Right?”
“…right?” Xander asked.
Spike blinked up at him. “Was there a question in there, mate?”
Xander ran an instant babble replay in his head, but still couldn’t say for sure. He chalked it up to poor planning - saving the important question for a time when he tended to go non-verbal.
He flashed back on the earlier portion of the evening.
The coffee shop. Live music, lots of background chatter and no one listening. The perfect time for a casual question. Something discreet but informative. ‘So, dated much?’
He’d even had an opening, he’d hesitated and then there’d been that foot - fun-loving and footware-free, finding the inseam of Xander’s jeans and sliding its way up - and Xander had lost the plot.
Well, most of the plot.
Conflict, complications, climax, conclusion.
He’d managed to keep one of those in mind.
Didn’t get there, though.
Got out of the coffee shop and into the car instead.
The car. Another opportunity. Xander had been driving and Spike had been behaving and he could have gone with something a little more direct. Something sensitive, mature. ‘I just want you to know that we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with…'
Or, you know, something suaver.
More suave.
Whatever.
But then Spike had stopped behaving and considering the earlier sureness of Spike’s footing, the skill of his handiwork should not have come as a surprise.
Xander was surprised he hadn’t come.
But, hey, he hadn’t crashed the car either.
Or asked the question.
The back door. The kitchen counter. The back stairs. The bedroom doorway. And at each of those subsequent stops along their trajectory, Xander had become less and less articulate even as the question began to feel less and less relevant.
Question Spike’s experience? Sure. And while he was at it, why not go ahead and doubt gravity, or some lesser but equally irrefutable law of physics? It’d be like asking after Spike’s flexibility while Spike was bent nearly double, pressed to the bed beneath Xander’s weight, with his legs hooked over Xander’s shoulders and his ankles crossed behind Xander’s back.
Which they were (thank god for youth) and which (along with the lube dripping down Xander’s fingers) made it the worst possible moment of the entire evening for anyone to try to say anything at all, but a minute ago something had passed over Spike’s face for a split second and somehow Xander knew this was important.
He swallowed and started again, eyes skittering between Spike’s face and the pillow beside it. “I, um…just wanted to…I mean…you’ve done this before, right?”
The way Spike didn’t answer - biting his lip and looking up at Xander with blue, blue eyes - was answer enough and all of a sudden he seemed so young. Innocent.
A surge of desire swelled inside Xander.
An answering wave of guilt began to rise up to meet it, but Spike pushed it back with a sure and steady hand on Xander’s chest.
“I’m old enough to know what I want,” he said. “I want this.”
Turned out - that was the only answer Xander needed.
Meanwhile, CaFuCoBi (Catch up on your Fucking Comments, Bitch)? Not so much.
Previous manny lovin' in tags. 930 words, unbeta'd. Feel free to point out errors.
“If my parents lived closer, I swear I’d totally take them over there.”
Willow’s snort sped through the phone line, arriving on Xander’s end clear as a bell - but less melodic. “You so wouldn’t.”
It took all of half a second of thought for Xander to admit that, “Yeah, you’re right. Those people are crazy. But still, I totally need to find a backup babysitter and I will. Soon. Meanwhile, you are an absolute saint.”
“Not exactly a compliment in Wicca circles, Xand.”
“A goddess, then. A total goddess. You and your lovely life partner - goddesses both. I seriously can’t thank you enough.”
“Oh, please. We love them like our own.”
“Still, this is above and beyond the call. I mean, you’ve had them all week.”
“And you’ve been working all week. Which is totally not the same thing as having another date with Spike. Which is totally important. I mean, who are we to stand in the way of true lust?”
Is that what this is? Xander wondered. Also: “Is it wrong that I want to see Spike more than my kids?”
“Of course not - but it would probably have been a mistake to see them both at the same time. I mean, you and Spike haven’t laid eyes on each other in five days. Who knows what those girls might have walked in on on that couch? They could have been scarred for life.”
“Oh, come on. Spike and I would never have…” Xander paused. “Okay, yeah, we might have.”
“Uh huh. Just consider the babysitting our contribution to the Childhood Innocence Preservation Fund.”
“Donation gratefully accepted.”
A pause and then: “So…” He could practically hear Willow’s Cheshire grin. “Sounds like someone is definitely getting laid tonight.”
“Maybe, I guess,” Xander hedged. “I haven’t really thought about it.”
Much.
“Liar.”
“Okay, so I’ve thought about it.”
“It may have crossed your mind once or twice.”
Per hour.
Multiply by twenty-four and then by five and…
“Okay, so it’s pretty much all I’ve thought about all week.” Xander sighed. “God, I feel like dirty old man.”
“You’re not old,” Willow said. “And I’m pretty sure Spike’s into dirty.”
“You think?”
“Don’t you?”
“I don’t know. It’s just…I mean…well, sometimes I wonder. Like, what if he’s never actually…. No, he must have. Right? I mean, the way he…. And the part about wanting me to show him the ropes - that’s probably just…. I mean, he’s young, but there’s no way he’s actually…. Right?”
“…right?” Xander asked.
Spike blinked up at him. “Was there a question in there, mate?”
Xander ran an instant babble replay in his head, but still couldn’t say for sure. He chalked it up to poor planning - saving the important question for a time when he tended to go non-verbal.
He flashed back on the earlier portion of the evening.
The coffee shop. Live music, lots of background chatter and no one listening. The perfect time for a casual question. Something discreet but informative. ‘So, dated much?’
He’d even had an opening, he’d hesitated and then there’d been that foot - fun-loving and footware-free, finding the inseam of Xander’s jeans and sliding its way up - and Xander had lost the plot.
Well, most of the plot.
Conflict, complications, climax, conclusion.
He’d managed to keep one of those in mind.
Didn’t get there, though.
Got out of the coffee shop and into the car instead.
The car. Another opportunity. Xander had been driving and Spike had been behaving and he could have gone with something a little more direct. Something sensitive, mature. ‘I just want you to know that we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with…'
Or, you know, something suaver.
More suave.
Whatever.
But then Spike had stopped behaving and considering the earlier sureness of Spike’s footing, the skill of his handiwork should not have come as a surprise.
Xander was surprised he hadn’t come.
But, hey, he hadn’t crashed the car either.
Or asked the question.
The back door. The kitchen counter. The back stairs. The bedroom doorway. And at each of those subsequent stops along their trajectory, Xander had become less and less articulate even as the question began to feel less and less relevant.
Question Spike’s experience? Sure. And while he was at it, why not go ahead and doubt gravity, or some lesser but equally irrefutable law of physics? It’d be like asking after Spike’s flexibility while Spike was bent nearly double, pressed to the bed beneath Xander’s weight, with his legs hooked over Xander’s shoulders and his ankles crossed behind Xander’s back.
Which they were (thank god for youth) and which (along with the lube dripping down Xander’s fingers) made it the worst possible moment of the entire evening for anyone to try to say anything at all, but a minute ago something had passed over Spike’s face for a split second and somehow Xander knew this was important.
He swallowed and started again, eyes skittering between Spike’s face and the pillow beside it. “I, um…just wanted to…I mean…you’ve done this before, right?”
The way Spike didn’t answer - biting his lip and looking up at Xander with blue, blue eyes - was answer enough and all of a sudden he seemed so young. Innocent.
A surge of desire swelled inside Xander.
An answering wave of guilt began to rise up to meet it, but Spike pushed it back with a sure and steady hand on Xander’s chest.
“I’m old enough to know what I want,” he said. “I want this.”
Turned out - that was the only answer Xander needed.