Airman Harris 6
Airman Harris
Chapter Six
Rated: Adult
Pairing: Xander/Daniel (and who the hell knows where this is going)
Summary: Xander may be bruised and battered, but he's a teenager with a shot at sex. Bruises be damned, it's full steam ahead.
Previous chapters: One : Two : Three : Four : Five
Six
Xander lay on his stomach on Daniel's couch in nothing but his underwear, but Daniel seemed more interested in poking bruises than in actually doing anything more sexy. "You'd better be hard back there or this is going to do really bad things to my manly ego," Xander warned. His own cock was more than a little unhappy about being stuffed under him and then ignored, especially when Daniel’s warm hands brushed across Xander’s over-warmed skin.
"Oh trust me, you're manly ego is perfectly intact," Daniel assured him dryly. "I should be more concerned about your health, though. Did you think to tell Teal'c to ease off on the staff hits?"
"Um. No. In my experience bad guys don't usually pull punches, and if they do, it's because something bigger and badder is about to stomp all over you."
"Don't I know it?" Daniel sounded weary. "However, the way you keep coming up with this Teal'c-level battle wisdom, I'm starting to believe in reincarnation."
"Huh?" Xander looked over his shoulder, and he caught a glimpse of Daniel's very bulgy crotch before the man shifted to hide his erection. Xander sighed. Sex was so much more fun than awkward conversations. However, Daniel was a talker. Actually, that was a nice change from Faith who didn’t talk at all and Anya who talked at him more than she talked to him.
Daniel gave him an odd look. "How do you know so much about preparing for battle?" he came right out an asked.
For a second, Xander brain went blank. Clearly his mouth had been running ahead of his good sense at some point, and sadly, Xander hadn’t even realized it. "I don't," he finally lied. Shit, shit, and more shit. "I mean, yeah, I battled with bullies in high school. I mean, there was this one guy, Larry, and he lived to torture me, and then this stuff happened and I thought he might be doing, you know, stuff, so I went to talk to him, and I tried being all sympathetic about his stuff, but he thought that I was talking about gay stuff, so he came out and got all huggy and told me how great it was that I was open about being gay, which was huge with the awkward because at the time I so was not gay. I was obsessed with Cordelia Chase's very ample boobs at that point. Very ample. I mean, Willow let me touch her boobs once but that's because we were playing doctor, and when she played doctor, she actually played doctor like with this small stethoscope and tiny little microscope, and so I told her that I couldn't find her heartbeat, and she kept encouraging me to look for it, so I sort felt her breast, but in my defense, I was about twelve at the time, and her breasts were nothing compared to Cordelia's." Xander stopped when he realized that Daniel had an alarmed expression on his face. "Too much?" Xander guessed.
"Maybe a little," Daniel agreed. "It's just that you threw a lot of facts out there. It's a little... hard to sort all at once."
Xander nodded. That was him--hard to sort.
"So, you had a lot of trouble with bullying, too, huh?" Daniel's hands stopped poking Xander's bruises and rested against his back, two warm islands that sent shivers thought Xander's frame.
"Oh yeah. It didn't help that I hung with the girls."
"Yeah, me too. I was really young in high school, and it wasn't pretty. The girls would stick up for me, and then it would get even worse. There's a cultural expectation that the male will be the aggressor, and when you don't live up to expectations, high school can be rough."
Xander folded his arms under his head and sighed. "I'm not entirely sure, but I think I gave Buffy that same speech, only it came out more like, 'Seriously, stop helping me before you get me killed by the jocks.'"
"That's a fair translation," Daniel gave him a sad grin, and Xander was scoring points on ruining the mood tonight, that's for sure. Between the dead wife, the bruises and the discussion of bullying, Daniel was going to need anti-depressants by morning.
"I guess I'm surprised," Daniel mused. "You look like you would have been a jock."
"Me?" Xander snorted. "Yeah, not so much. Two weeks on the swim team, and the coach was ready to kill me.” And Xander was really not pointing out that his best friend had to kill the coach before the man could follow through with that threat. “It took most of basic training to get me to put one foot in front of the other without falling down." Xander shook his head at his own inability to run an obstacle course. In his defense, he rarely found lines of tires in the middle of a battlefield. It just didn’t happen. Now, if they’d made an obstacle course with lines of tombstones, he would have aced that sucker.
Daniel's hand stroked up to Xander's shoulders and rested there against the muscle. Xander might have been flexing just a little bit. It was weird to think that he was with someone who thought he looked tough. Cordelia liked him because he didn't judge her... well, that and he was rescue adjacent lots of times. Dating him was the safest place to be because it got her really close to Buffy. Maybe that was unfair, but looking back, Xander did wonder if that wasn't at least part of the reason she'd picked him. And Anya... she never saw him as anything but a little boy a thousand years younger than him. She made it more than clear that she liked him for his very large cock and the fact that he could actually hold his hard-on for long enough for her to come first. Apparently, that made him better than 97.2 percent of the male population. However, she wasn't exactly a bastion of fairness when it came to men, so he wasn’t sure he believed her oddly specific statistics.
Xander was distracted from by Daniel's hands following the line of Xander's muscle over his shoulders and down onto his arms before he pulled back to trace the muscle as it ran under the skin of his back.
"Everyone knew I was gay in high school,” Daniel mused, his voice husky. “I mean, I like girls, and I really grew to adore Sha're, but if you saw the kind of dominant and aggressive women who are drawn to me because I'm not dominant... Jack's right. I can't be trusted around women. But I always had good luck with male lovers, at least until I joined the military. Then I decided the cultural norms and mores of the military are even stricter than those of high school. I didn't want to repeat the worst two years of my life, so I decided to play it straight, as they say."
"Wait. Two years?" Xander looked at Daniel. "You made it through in two years? Seriously? I barely made it through at all."
"Schooling is not the only form of intelligence."
Xander snorted. "Yeah, but it's the one people care about. So, if you were so far in the closet, why come out now?" Xander had to really concentrate on his words because Daniel's hands roamed over his body, stopping only at the waist of his boxers.
"I think most of the base is at least bisexual at this point. After all, there aren't that many women on base, and apparently, several of them paired up with each other. I think the base can handle a little more gay."
"That's true. Although sometimes when people are really insecure, they get worse,” Xander pointed out.
Daniel sighed. "You have an uncanny ability to stick a needle in the soft spot of things. However, if someone decides to pick on me, they have to get through Jack, so I figure I'm safe, and if someone says anything to you..." A shadow of doubt flickered across Daniel's face.
"Hey, I've been dealing with bullies my whole life. I'm not exactly helpless," Xander protested. He didn't need Colonel Jack O'Neill or anyone else to hold his hand. As far as he was concerned, goa'uld were still way less scary than Drusilla in a mood to turn him into her kitten. Yeah. So very less scary. And homophobic soldiers didn't even hit his scary radar. "Besides, I would have to care about their opinions or be scared for my life before I'd actually give a shit about what they thought."
Shaking his head, Daniel shifted backwards so he could sit on the coffee table, and now Xander could definitely tell that Daniel was interested. Very interested. Oh so very large and interested. Xander realized that Daniel had said something that he totally missed.
"Huh?"
The look Daniel gave him was almost indulgent. "I said that when you say things like that, you don't sound nineteen."
Xander rolled onto one side, ignoring all the sore muscles that complained loudly. "Really? How old do I sound?"
"About ninty. Most people aren't that sure of themselves until late in life."
"You are," Xander pointed out.
Daniel took a deep breath. "No, no I'm not, Xander. I spend more time than I should looking for Jack to tell me that my theories matter, and when he doesn't, I..." Daniel sighed. "Don't assume I'm not neurotic."
"That goes both ways. I signed up for the military because someone convinced me I was worthless, and I'm normally really good at ignoring overbleached assholes, but when I thought my friends didn't want me around, trust me, I was pretty much an idiot."
Daniel leaned forward and ran a finger over the worst bruise, the black mark where Major Carter's takedown crossed over one of the worst of Teal'c's hits. "I can think of another reason for calling you an idiot."
Xander laughed. "Funny enough, most of my friends think I am an idiot. But I'm thinking none of them ever looked at me the way you are." Daniel's pupils had widened until the blue of his eyes were rings around the black center. He looked hungry, and hungry was good. Hungry was very good.
"I would think a lot of people would look at you like this," Daniel said with a slow smile.
"Not that many actually. Well, to be honest, two. But there was a lot less talking involved those times, so I'm just hoping that this is going where I think it's going."
"It is," Daniel agreed. "As long as you don't plan to lecture me if I have to shove a pile of books or clothes off the bed first."
"I don't care if we have sex on top of them."
"If you got a corner of a book in a bruise, you sure would. So, are you always top?"
"Um..." Xander frowned. He was a little freaked by the thought of anything as big as a cock going up his butt, but honestly, the day after Renfair and all the meat skewers, he usually did poop stuff that size, so it would probably fit.
"Hey, it's okay if you are. Everyone's entitled to their own preference, and trust me, I do not mind bottoming every time,” Daniel hurried to reassure him.
"I'm more clueless than preferencing," Xander admitted.
"Oh." Daniel's eyes got large.
"But trust me, I'm way interested. In fact, my butt muscles kind of hurt, so I'm thinking if I tried to top, I wouldn't be very good."
"I don't mind doing something less athletic." Daniel was starting to blush now. Xander wasn't used to blushing sexual partners. It actually made him a little uncomfortable. He wanted his partners to be happy, and blushing meant uncomfortable, which wasn't his main goal.
"I really want to be athletic, I just can't do the...." Now Xander felt himself blushing. "I usually do less talking and more jumping in with both feet without knowing what I was doing," Xander admitted.
"And I talk too much," Daniel mused. “It sounds like we both have some flaws to work on, but I don't really want to work on them right now." Daniel started unbuttoning his shirt. "Are you coming?"
"Oh yeah." Xander pushed himself up and moaned as his muscles complained.
"If you keep making that noise before we've started, I'm either going to be complimented or I'm going to call Janet," Daniel warned.
"Be complimented," Xander lied as he stretched to one side to prevent a cramp that threatened his right hip. "Be very complimented," he repeated as he got a look at Daniel's back as the man dropped his shirt onto a chair. Oh god. The man was gorgeous with nicely curved muscle and a grace that Xander couldn't quite define. Ignoring the threat of a muscle cramp, Xander hurried after him.
The bedroom wasn't as messy as Daniel had warned. The piles all had a certain symmetry that Xander recognized from his days researching at Giles' place. Daniel was searching for something. The piles had open books with smaller books keeping the place and yellow pads inserted between books. The laundry spilled over the edge of the laundry basket, but it looked better than Xander's place had most of the time. Best of all, Daniel stood in the middle of the room, his shirt off and his pants unbuttoned so that the curled hairs barely showed. Unfortunately, he had stopped.
"Problem?" Xander asked. If Daniel called this off now, Xander's cock was going to explode.
"You are incredibly attractive, even with the bruises."
Xander laughed. "Okay, that's new. And hey, feel free to keep feeding my ego, but maybe we could do the ego stroking after."
"Are you telling me to shut up?"
Xander took a step closer and slowly reached for Daniel's pants, closing his fingers around the waistband on either side of the zipper. "Maybe. Would you be annoyed if I said yes?"
Daniel started to breathe faster. "Surprisingly, no. Feel free to tell me to shut up at any time." Daniel raised his hands and rested them against Xander's shoulders as Xander started working Daniel's zipper. Each tooth clicked loudly as Daniel's white briefs slowly appeared.
Xander's hard cock was already tenting his boxers, and as Xander freed Daniel's cock, he could see that it was just as hard. Considering how much time Xander had spent trying to not be gay, it was ironic to discover that he found the sight of Daniel's hard cock incredibly sexy. Daniel wanted him. Knowing that, seeing the proof of that pressing against the white underwear was about the hottest thing Xander could imagine. Xander let his hands slide inside Daniel's pants and slowly moved down to cup his fingers around Daniel's ass. Firm muscles under his hand and the heavy scent of musk and coffee was definitely rewiring Xander's sexuality way more than any alien viagra.
Daniel's pants slipped over his hips and fell to the ground, and Daniel's fingers pressed into Xander's shoulders. "Bed," Daniel whispered. Xander could definitely go along with that. Daniel shuffled backwards, pulling Xander with him. Xander followed, and when Daniel urged them to turn, he did. Once Xander's back was to the bed, he sat, and Daniel stepped closer until he stood between Xander's legs. "You are a beautiful man."
"Daniel."
"Hmm?"
"Shut up."
"Right." Daniel leaned in closer, and then his lips were against Xander's. Xander reached for Daniel's neck, pulling him closer. When Daniel's hands rested against Xander's shoulders, it took a second for Xander to realize that Daniel was pushing him back onto the bed. Xander let himself fall backwards, and gave an "umph" as Daniel landed on him.
"Sorry."
"Don't care," Xander pointed out. Right now, short of demon apocalypse, nothing was bothering him.
Daniel rolled to the side, and Xander took the opportunity to scoot farther up the bed and shimmy out of his boxers. His cock was already darkening with need, and Xander watched Daniel’s back as he pushed his own underwear off. Only then did Daniel roll back to face Xander. His hand came up to rest against Xander’s cheek for a second before he leaned in for the slowest, most gentle kiss of Xander’s life. Xander let his own hand rest against Daniel’s hip as he returned the soft kiss. Daniel’s body radiated heat, and Xander stroked up and down Daniel’s side. His body was wiry and strong. Xander could feel every muscles under the thinnest layer of soft.
Daniel pulled back, his breath coming in heavy gasps and his lips parted. “You’re sure you want to try bottoming?”
“Yeah. Trust me, if I don’t want something, I’m pretty good at saying so,” Xander promised.
Daniel nodded, but his eyes had a glazed expression as he studied Xander. Squirming a little, Xander gave in to an urge to suck in his stomach. He knew he had a good body and a really nice cock, but he wasn’t used to having a lover study him like a book. “Daniel?”
Shaking his head, Daniel seemed to blink his way back to awareness. “I’ll get the condoms.” He rolled to the side and fumbled to get something out of his bedside table. However, he didn’t turn back. Xander leaned forward and rested his hand against Daniel’s back.
“Is there something wrong?”
Daniel gave a rough laugh. “I’m about to have sex with a horribly bruised and battered lover who happens to be a virgin to penetrative sex, and who happens to be fifteen years younger than I am. I’m feeling rather degenerate.”
“Just to let you know, I’m pretty much ignoring everything except for the part where you said you’re about to have sex,” Xander pointed out.
That made Daniel roll over and look at him. “You’re unpleasantly honest at times.”
“Funny enough, lots of people have told me that, now can we get started again?”
Daniel laughed and shook his head. Even better, he dropped a small bottle of oil onto the mattress and ripped a condom package open.
“Whoo hoo. We have lift off,” Xander encouraged him.
“You’re not helping,” Daniel complained softly, but he caught Xander by the back of the neck, holding him still while he kissed him. This time, the kiss claimed Xander’s full attention. It was hungry. Challenging. Demanding. Xander’s cock almost throbbed with need as Daniel leaned his weight against Xander’s side. By the time Daniel leaned back, Xander was too breathless and kissed-stupid to say anything.
Daniel’s hands guided Xander to roll onto his stomach, and Xander shoved a pillow out of his way. His skin felt sensitive like he’s scrubbed it too hard. He felt Daniel’s finger trail down his spine and over his ass. Xander’s heart pounded so hard that he could only faintly hear Daniel start with his weird foreign muttering again.
Daniel kissed Xander’s shoulder softly before he scattered kisses down Xander’s side, his hands deftly weaving their way around Xander’s bruises. The tickle-light touch made Xander shiver. “This is going to be over really, really quick if you keep doing that,” Xander warned, but Daniel ignored the warning as he feathered his hands across Xander’s body. Slowly, Daniel moved to straddle Xander, the weight pinning Xander to the mattress as Daniel’s hands moved up to his shoulders.
Clutching the edge of the mattress for dear life, Xander arched his back and struggled to lift his weight and Daniel’s just enough to get his knees under him.
“Impatient,” Daniel said with a chuckle, but he shifted his weight so that Xander could get his ass in the air, his knees tucked under him. Daniel might have lots of words to use in the middle of sex, but Xander couldn’t come up with even one, so that was as much of an invitation as Daniel was getting. Xander wanted sex and he wanted it now.
Daniel returned to his muttering as a cool drops fell on Xander’s hole, tickling the hot skin before Daniel rubbed the oil in. One finger slid in easily before Xander really even expected it, and Xander pushed himself up to his elbows, but then Daniel’s voice turned soothing, and Daniel’s free hand stroked up his back and pressed against his shoulders.
Xander settled back down onto the bed as Daniel imitated thrusting with his finger, more oil dripping down Xander’s crack before a second finger pushed in, and now Xander’s muscles felt the stretch. A drop of oil ran the wrong way, heading down Xander’s spine toward his shoulders, and Xander shivered. At that same time, Daniel pressed up into Xander, and hello, Xander discovered the prostate.
“Oh yeah. Hell yeah. Shit.” Xander fisted the mattress and rocked back and forth, pressing himself back onto Daniel’s fingers.
The fingers vanished, and now something larger pressed against Xander’s hole. A little corner of Xander’s brain was calculating circumferences and mass, but he’d always sucked at math, so he ignored that part and focused on how his whole body felt overstretched and ready to pop.
Xander pressed back, panting as Daniel pressed in, forcing Xander’s body to open. Xander moaned, rocking slightly as he struggled against a need to flail-to impale himself on Daniel’s cock or thrust wildly into the bed-or do something uncoordinated and stupid. As Daniel settled forward, Xander’s ass stung the way his mouth might sting from a really good hot sauce or his skin might sting if he had a really good scratching session. He wanted more, even as his body warned him that he was riding the thin edge of a cliff that could lead to badness. Daniel’s hands settled at his hips, holding him firmly as Daniel started to pull back.
“No. God.”
“Shhhhh. Let me,” Daniel soothed him.
Xander opened his mouth, searching for some words of complaint, but then Daniel slid back in, his cock filling Xander, stretching him dangerously. The need for more nearly maddened Xander, and he arched his back. Shit. He was so very gay. He was the gay king of gaysville. He was going to explode and leave a giant gay mess in Daniel’s gay bed if he didn’t get more.
Daniel pulled back, and Xander pressed himself backwards in search of more. Daniel’s hips pushed him back up the bed, but when Daniel pressed in again, he went faster and harder. Now he was moving in steady thrusts, and Xander’s brain was turning to goo as Daniel’s thrusts finally reached some critical mass where shivers of pleasure started dancing up Xander’s spine and his balls drew up.
Daniel reached around to stroke Xander’s cock, and Xander lost all self-control. He didn’t care if he did something stupid or flailed. He threw himself back and then forward, pulling himself off Daniel’s cock and thrusting into Daniel’s hand at the same time before reversing direction. The sex degenerated into uncoordinated stabs forward and shoves backwards and random cursing until Xander came with a shout. Only then did Daniel take control again, thrust himself in several more times until he came.
Too soon, Daniel was pulling out, his hands busy behind Xander, but Xander was way too busy lying face down with his softening cock right in the middle of the wet spot. He couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen into his brain, and he wasn’t sure if that was the very, very good sex or the pillow.
“Xander?”
“Mmmm.”
“Are you okay?” Daniel settled next to him.
“Okay is not the right word,” Xander said as he turned his head to blearily consider Daniel. Why was he not surprised that Daniel was a talker, even post-sex?
Daniel smiled at him and reached out to trace figures on Xander’s shoulder. “I can’t believe I just deflowered a nineteen year old. I’m having cognitive dissonance here.”
“Seriously?” Xander blinked at Daniel. “Who uses the word ‘deflowering’? Well, unless you’re busy plucking flowers off a hill, but trust me, if there were a flower up there, I’d notice. Probably.” The worst part was that he understood the deflowering half of that sentence more than the other half. Sometimes Daniel reminded Xander of a really young and hot Giles with all his big words. Of course, Daniel didn’t get cranky when Xander misused a few unimportant words. And Xander never, ever thought of Giles having sex that hot. He tried not to think of Giles and sex in the same sentence, ever.
Daniel rolled his eyes and poked Xander in the nearest unbruised inch of skin. But the smile faded and he went back to slowly stroking Xander’s arm. “I just want you to know if you’re going to have some delayed panic over your sexuality, I will understand. I mean, the first guy who I let top me, the next day, I couldn’t even make eye contact with him. I knew I was bisexual, but I hadn’t yet come to terms with it. It’s okay to have some moments of…” Daniel sighed and seemed to struggle to come up with the right word. “Complete embarrassment. I couldn’t even face Steven for days after.”
Xander snorted. He had a lot of faults, but refusing to deal with his own shortcomings wasn’t one. “After what we did, trust me, I’m bisexual. I’m a biathlon of bisexual, and I don’t actually know what that means, but you get my point. Although actually, I may be way less with the bisexual and way more with the completely gay.”
With a laugh, Daniel used his foot to trace a line up Xander’s bare leg. “For someone with an infinite talent for mangling predicate adjectives, you manage to communicate very well.”
“Can I get that in writing? I’ve got this old English teacher that I definitely want to send that to.” Xander stretched his knee out and groaned as the sore muscles complained. “Or an old teacher who was English because he wasn’t actually my English teacher. Actually, he isn’t really old, not compared to other people, but when you’re in high school, people in their forties seem pretty ancient.” Xander stopped. His post-sex brain didn’t actually work all that well.
“Thanks,” Daniel said dryly. “I feel ancient and degenerate now.”
Xander might have apologized, only Daniel was already struggling to avoid grinning. Xander pulled his arm out from under his head and reached over to grab Daniel by the waist and pull him close.
“Get over here, you old perv, you.” With that, Xander settled down with his head against Daniel’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Oh yeah. Life was good.