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Xander looked up from his popcorn. It was nearly eleven o'clock and Brad wasn't snuggled up next to him on the bean bag. Seven minutes untill Tourchwood started and John Barrowman's face would light up the scean.
'Bradey!' Xander yelled out into the hall 'It's almost starting and this one looks like a funny one.'
No answer.
Xander frowned and got up out of his squishy bean bag that he'd been warming up for the past half hour and walked into the kitchen still holding his vegan butter popcorn, now and then poping pieces into his mouth.
He turned into the dark kitchen, blinking rapidly with the sudden light as he switched the button.
After scanning the room once over he let out a sigh, The kitchen was where Brad lived, his butt usally poking out of the fridge as he stripped it for anything edable. Xander switched off the light and walked up the stiares into the bathroom, hoping to find his husband brushing his teeth or [if he was lucky] in the shower. He turned the light on with his free hand [the one not holding the popcorn] and frowned, no Brad.
"Bradley! In Mosseries name where are you!'
and thats when he heard it.
A low moan coming from outside the bathroom.
Xander raised an eyebrow and walked out of the bathroom turning the light off and walking the short distance to his closed bedroom door.
Light filted threw the gap between the floor and the door and a low moan was coming from behind it. He took in a deep breath and with his free hand turned the knob and swang the door open.
The bowl of vegan popcorn fell to the floor.
Xander gasped.
Sitting there on the bed was Bradley.
Bradley in a ironed white shirt, tucked into his checked pants with spenders, his socks just visiable under his pants, his hair gelled and neatly parted to one side, wearing think black rimmed glasses, Yes.
Bradly was a geek.
Bradley was playing scrable.
Xander was beside himself with glee.
His ultermet fanticy.
'Br..Bradley..' He stutted.
He walked into the room and closed the door, ignoring the popcorn [so very un-xanderish] and sat down next to his lover.
"Oh Xander' Bradley said as he moved another letter to the scrabble board, his voice low and full of lust 'I've been thinking about you while I play this long, hard game of scrabble.'
Xander looked at him, his mouth hanging open 'How did you know..' Brad stopped him by putting his finger to his lips.
'I always know, and I know how to get you really excited...' He gave Xander a lust filled lookand pulled out a pocket calculator.
"Oh my god!' Xander squeeled, clapping his hands to his mouth 'Bradly..' he said, his voice low and husky 'do complicated mathamatical equasions while I watch..please..' He begged.
Brad gave him a knowing look and winked before his nimble fingers started pushing buttons on the small calculator, looking up now and then to watch Xanders look of glee. 'Faster!' Xander moaned 'More!' and Bard's fingers went faster and faster, working the long division untill only 45 with the remainder of .3 remanied.
'That was so hot' Xander exclamened with delight as he wiped the sweat off his face 'I felt so...just watching you...'
He broke off.
'It seems your out of words' Bradley said grinning as he reashed into his brest pocket.
Xanders eyes feel on the small thick book Bradley produced from his pocket..
'Is that what I think it is...' he said in a small voice.
Bradley nodded 'It's a pocket dictonary'
'Oh..god..' Xander said, unable to remember the last time he had been so excited.
'It's not only a dictonary' Brad continued 'It's a thesaurus..'
He yelped.
Xander accually yelped, unable to exclame how aroused he was at that very moment. Bradley seemed to scene how the other was feeling and felt the same way, but this wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. He had been plaing this night for the past week, sneaking his costume under Xanders ever weatchfull eye. Keeping the scrabble board out of the way so Xander wound't clean it up and move it away from where Brad knew it was hidden.
Xanders eyes wanded down the others chest where he saw it, the thing that made him weak at the knees. In Bradley chest pocket sat a pocket protector.
Xander let his hand wantder tot he others chest and began to play with the thing pocket of plastic.
He saddled his husband and kissed his check. 'Talk dirty to me' He orded.
'Today I was playing with my Dr Who action figers when you were in the shower'
'Yes!' Xander screamed 'more!'
'I sorted all my socks into pairs!'
Xander curled his toes
"I went into the store and compaired the Nutritional info on the oat bran in 'try'n'save'
Xander purred 'Oh baby, you know what to say'
'Then I played world of warcraft for a good three hours and came here, to play scrabble...'
After that Xander could controll himself no more and they manseckd.
the end.