FIC: The Good Bits (S/X, manny!verse human AU, Mature)
More hotass!male!nanny fic for your completely non-holiday-themed holiday enjoyment.
Now for even less holiday theme and way less enjoyment, I'm off to a professional conference until New Year's Even day.
Comments adored and answered eventually, I swear. Someday. Really.
Previous manny lovin' in tags. 1065 words, unbeta'd. Feel free to point out errors.
“Wait, you’re stopping there?” Willow’s eyes grew wide and she started to shake her head. “Oh no way. I need details. I’ve been waiting days for details.”
Xander snorted. “It’s been like sixteen hours.”
“In your dimension, maybe. In the waiting-to-hear-the-details dimension, it’s been days.” Willow’s eyes pleaded for understanding. “Possibly weeks.”
Xander shook his head. “Forget it, Will. If you want gay porn, you can use the internet like everyone else.”
“Oh come on. This story’s way better than anything I’m going to find on the internet. You’re evil.”
“You come on. I just told you we were in bed, that he told me he’d never…you know, and that he wanted to…well, you know. I mean, what do you think happened? Use your imagination.”
“I’m way more interested in your imagination.”
“Will, my kids are right upstairs…”
“And last night they weren’t upstairs - thanks to whom exactly?”
“And can I just say? Eternally grateful. But…I mean…it’s embarrassing.”
“Oh, please, we’re both adults here.” Willow’s smiled flashed toward smirk. “At least this morning anyway.”
“Oh, ha, ha. But actually I didn’t mean this, I meant…it.”
“It?”
“Was embarrassing.”
“Huh?”
“The next part of the story.”
“Wha-?” Willow’s eyes widened again. “Oh! Oh.”
Xander nodded. “Well, I mean, you remember my string theory…”
“String theory?” Willow’s brow furrowed. “What does theoretical physics have to do with it?”
“My string theory,” Xander repeated, before Willow’s brain could finish coming up with some weird connection. “The one where I can’t show Spike the ropes if I’ve barely mastered string?”
“Oh, right.”
“So there was, you know, pressure. I mean, Will, he was a…virgin.”
Willow shook her head again. “I still can’t believe that.”
“Believe it.” Xander looked down on the tiled floor and up again. “So it was, uh…painful. And, um, kinda messy. Also? Short.”
“Oh,” Willow said.
“See? I told you you wanted to use your imagination.”
Willow’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times. “But…I mean…it’s just…” She closed her mouth, studied Xander’s face - which he really was trying to keep straight - and scowled. “Okay, you look way too happy for that to be the end of the story, mister.”
Xander shrugged. “Well, you know, there may have been a second try…. And a third…. And a fourth…. And, depending on how you count, possibly a-”
“So basically you spent the whole night going at it like bunnies.”
Xander couldn’t even keep his grin down to a decent size. “Pretty much.”
Willow grinned back. “Jerk,” she said. “I hope you’re happy.”
The question may have been sarcastic, but Xander’s answer? Utterly sincere. “You have no idea.”
Xander picked up his coffee mug from the counter and ran a slow finger along its handle, walked over to the coffee maker, slid the carafe off its warming plate and poured himself a quasi-fresh cup. He started talking again without turning around.
“Last night, maybe around two a.m., I was dozing, you know, and then I guess I felt the breeze or something because I opened my eyes and looked over and the door to the balcony was open and he was standing on it. Smoking. He’d pulled on a pair of jeans, but his back and feet were bare, and I just lay there for a minute, looking, thinking - oh god, this is so wrong - thinking, ‘Yeah, that’s mine.’” Even facing away from Willow, Xander blushed. “And then I went out there and stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and he didn’t move, he just let me, and I let him finish his cigarette and then we…”
Xander trailed off as he turned around and caught the look on Willow’s face.
“Fuck,” he said. He downed the whole mug of lukewarm coffee in one swallow, shook his head. “I am in so much trouble.”
I am in so much trouble, Xander repeated - only to himself this time - as he spotted Spike approaching, Topher and Casey in tow.
Kier, Kellen, Halle and Ella, having spotted the new arrivals at the same time, rushed off to meet their respective playmates, leaving Xander alone on the park bench awash in a wave of possessiveness.
He’d been hoping that would wear off.
Or at least, you know, fade a little.
No such luck.
“Missed you yesterday,” he blurted the instant Spike sat down beside him.
Real smooth, Xand-man.
But Spike just smiled. “Could’ve called. Would’ve come over.”
“Oh, well, I didn’t want to be…you know, pushy. Or to assume or anything. I mean, it’s your time off, you might have wanted to spend it…” Xander waved a hand in the air in lieu of example.
Spike raised an eyebrow in response - scarred, pierced and very expressive.
“Well, I don’t know,” Xander finished lamely, “there could have been something.”
“Besides snogging you?” The eyebrow twitched again. “Wasn’t.”
Xander’s dick gave an answering twitch. “Oh, um, well…that’s good…I mean, I…um…me too…I mean, me neither…I mean, there was the whole spending time with my kids thing that I kinda needed to be doing, or um, you know, wanted to be doing, but I, um, would’ve liked to be…well…I missed you.”
“Good to know,” Spike said.
Xander let his chin drop against his chest, inhaled. Exhaled. “I said that already. Geez.”
Spike waited until he looked up. “Don’t mind.”
Xander smiled. “Well, that’s good. Because I kind of have this tendency toward babbling idiocy.”
“Haven’t noticed.”
Spike managed to keep a very straight face and Xander laughed. “Not too observant, are you?”
Spike cracked the smallest of grins. “Might’ve noticed a bit.”
Xander laughed some more, then quieted. “So - about that other thing…”
“Which?”
Xander blushed. “The…you know.”
It was Spike’s turn to laugh. “The snogging bit?”
“Yeah, that would be the bit. We should - you know - try to make some time for that.”
“You know,” Spike said, “have my nights off, too. Not far between yours and mine. Could stop by after you’ve tucked in the little ones. Let you tuck me in, too. Nice ’n’ tight.”
Xander couldn’t tell if he was blushing this time or just flushed. Maybe there wasn’t a difference. “You have got to stop saying stuff like that.”
Spike smirked. “So you don’t want me to come by tonight?”
Xander swallowed and glanced down. Such a bad idea, but… “The girls’ll be asleep by 9:30.” He looked back up at Spike. “I won’t.”
Now for even less holiday theme and way less enjoyment, I'm off to a professional conference until New Year's Even day.
Comments adored and answered eventually, I swear. Someday. Really.
Previous manny lovin' in tags. 1065 words, unbeta'd. Feel free to point out errors.
“Wait, you’re stopping there?” Willow’s eyes grew wide and she started to shake her head. “Oh no way. I need details. I’ve been waiting days for details.”
Xander snorted. “It’s been like sixteen hours.”
“In your dimension, maybe. In the waiting-to-hear-the-details dimension, it’s been days.” Willow’s eyes pleaded for understanding. “Possibly weeks.”
Xander shook his head. “Forget it, Will. If you want gay porn, you can use the internet like everyone else.”
“Oh come on. This story’s way better than anything I’m going to find on the internet. You’re evil.”
“You come on. I just told you we were in bed, that he told me he’d never…you know, and that he wanted to…well, you know. I mean, what do you think happened? Use your imagination.”
“I’m way more interested in your imagination.”
“Will, my kids are right upstairs…”
“And last night they weren’t upstairs - thanks to whom exactly?”
“And can I just say? Eternally grateful. But…I mean…it’s embarrassing.”
“Oh, please, we’re both adults here.” Willow’s smiled flashed toward smirk. “At least this morning anyway.”
“Oh, ha, ha. But actually I didn’t mean this, I meant…it.”
“It?”
“Was embarrassing.”
“Huh?”
“The next part of the story.”
“Wha-?” Willow’s eyes widened again. “Oh! Oh.”
Xander nodded. “Well, I mean, you remember my string theory…”
“String theory?” Willow’s brow furrowed. “What does theoretical physics have to do with it?”
“My string theory,” Xander repeated, before Willow’s brain could finish coming up with some weird connection. “The one where I can’t show Spike the ropes if I’ve barely mastered string?”
“Oh, right.”
“So there was, you know, pressure. I mean, Will, he was a…virgin.”
Willow shook her head again. “I still can’t believe that.”
“Believe it.” Xander looked down on the tiled floor and up again. “So it was, uh…painful. And, um, kinda messy. Also? Short.”
“Oh,” Willow said.
“See? I told you you wanted to use your imagination.”
Willow’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times. “But…I mean…it’s just…” She closed her mouth, studied Xander’s face - which he really was trying to keep straight - and scowled. “Okay, you look way too happy for that to be the end of the story, mister.”
Xander shrugged. “Well, you know, there may have been a second try…. And a third…. And a fourth…. And, depending on how you count, possibly a-”
“So basically you spent the whole night going at it like bunnies.”
Xander couldn’t even keep his grin down to a decent size. “Pretty much.”
Willow grinned back. “Jerk,” she said. “I hope you’re happy.”
The question may have been sarcastic, but Xander’s answer? Utterly sincere. “You have no idea.”
Xander picked up his coffee mug from the counter and ran a slow finger along its handle, walked over to the coffee maker, slid the carafe off its warming plate and poured himself a quasi-fresh cup. He started talking again without turning around.
“Last night, maybe around two a.m., I was dozing, you know, and then I guess I felt the breeze or something because I opened my eyes and looked over and the door to the balcony was open and he was standing on it. Smoking. He’d pulled on a pair of jeans, but his back and feet were bare, and I just lay there for a minute, looking, thinking - oh god, this is so wrong - thinking, ‘Yeah, that’s mine.’” Even facing away from Willow, Xander blushed. “And then I went out there and stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and he didn’t move, he just let me, and I let him finish his cigarette and then we…”
Xander trailed off as he turned around and caught the look on Willow’s face.
“Fuck,” he said. He downed the whole mug of lukewarm coffee in one swallow, shook his head. “I am in so much trouble.”
I am in so much trouble, Xander repeated - only to himself this time - as he spotted Spike approaching, Topher and Casey in tow.
Kier, Kellen, Halle and Ella, having spotted the new arrivals at the same time, rushed off to meet their respective playmates, leaving Xander alone on the park bench awash in a wave of possessiveness.
He’d been hoping that would wear off.
Or at least, you know, fade a little.
No such luck.
“Missed you yesterday,” he blurted the instant Spike sat down beside him.
Real smooth, Xand-man.
But Spike just smiled. “Could’ve called. Would’ve come over.”
“Oh, well, I didn’t want to be…you know, pushy. Or to assume or anything. I mean, it’s your time off, you might have wanted to spend it…” Xander waved a hand in the air in lieu of example.
Spike raised an eyebrow in response - scarred, pierced and very expressive.
“Well, I don’t know,” Xander finished lamely, “there could have been something.”
“Besides snogging you?” The eyebrow twitched again. “Wasn’t.”
Xander’s dick gave an answering twitch. “Oh, um, well…that’s good…I mean, I…um…me too…I mean, me neither…I mean, there was the whole spending time with my kids thing that I kinda needed to be doing, or um, you know, wanted to be doing, but I, um, would’ve liked to be…well…I missed you.”
“Good to know,” Spike said.
Xander let his chin drop against his chest, inhaled. Exhaled. “I said that already. Geez.”
Spike waited until he looked up. “Don’t mind.”
Xander smiled. “Well, that’s good. Because I kind of have this tendency toward babbling idiocy.”
“Haven’t noticed.”
Spike managed to keep a very straight face and Xander laughed. “Not too observant, are you?”
Spike cracked the smallest of grins. “Might’ve noticed a bit.”
Xander laughed some more, then quieted. “So - about that other thing…”
“Which?”
Xander blushed. “The…you know.”
It was Spike’s turn to laugh. “The snogging bit?”
“Yeah, that would be the bit. We should - you know - try to make some time for that.”
“You know,” Spike said, “have my nights off, too. Not far between yours and mine. Could stop by after you’ve tucked in the little ones. Let you tuck me in, too. Nice ’n’ tight.”
Xander couldn’t tell if he was blushing this time or just flushed. Maybe there wasn’t a difference. “You have got to stop saying stuff like that.”
Spike smirked. “So you don’t want me to come by tonight?”
Xander swallowed and glanced down. Such a bad idea, but… “The girls’ll be asleep by 9:30.” He looked back up at Spike. “I won’t.”