Fic: Push (X/O)
For anyone interested, I wrote a silly little bit of comment fic (Oz/Xander) for petal_n_thorn's birthday. It's in her journal.
Update: Forgot that that's a locked journal. Here's the story.
Push
Xander still couldn’t get over what he’d done. It hadn’t been planned or anything. He’d just kissed Oz on his way out of the door and said, “See you later.” No big deal, right?
Wrong. Very big deal. Huge deal. Huge. He’d kissed Willow’s ex-boyfriend and it didn’t matter that Willow was with Tara now, he was still Willow’s ex. And a guy.
He couldn’t even identify where the impulse had come from. He wondered if maybe something had happened like when they’d all thought Jonathan was so amazing and wonderful. Was this a spell? Some alternate reality? He hoped so, because otherwise he was gay. Because that kiss? Had been wonderful. It was just a simple peck on the lips, in his surprise, hadn’t even kissed back. But it was still probably one of the best kisses ever. It was right up there with kissing Cordy in Buffy’s basement. It certainly had that same sort of revelatory after affect that kissing Cordy’d had.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing in the basement, staring at nothing, remember the soft warmth of Oz’s lips, but he had a feeling it had been a while because now there was a very loud pounding on his door. He had a feeling the loudness of the knocking had probably increased from a normal start. Of course, he couldn’t be sure because he’d been in the another world exploring Oz’s mouth.
Xander shook off those thoughts and strode to the door, opening it before his visitor had a chance to bang on it anymore. It was Oz.
Oz.
“Wha--?” Xander’s question was cut off by warm, soft lips on his. Oz’s hands came up to his chest and pushed him back so he could move through the doorway. He kicked the door closed with his foot and maneuvered Xander across the room to the sofa bed, never breaking the kiss. Who knew quiet Oz was so pushy?
An hour later, Xander knew exactly how pushy Oz could be. So what if he’d gone from pushy Cordelia to pushy Anya to pushy Oz? Pushy people seemed to know how to push all the right buttons.
Update: Forgot that that's a locked journal. Here's the story.
Push
Xander still couldn’t get over what he’d done. It hadn’t been planned or anything. He’d just kissed Oz on his way out of the door and said, “See you later.” No big deal, right?
Wrong. Very big deal. Huge deal. Huge. He’d kissed Willow’s ex-boyfriend and it didn’t matter that Willow was with Tara now, he was still Willow’s ex. And a guy.
He couldn’t even identify where the impulse had come from. He wondered if maybe something had happened like when they’d all thought Jonathan was so amazing and wonderful. Was this a spell? Some alternate reality? He hoped so, because otherwise he was gay. Because that kiss? Had been wonderful. It was just a simple peck on the lips, in his surprise, hadn’t even kissed back. But it was still probably one of the best kisses ever. It was right up there with kissing Cordy in Buffy’s basement. It certainly had that same sort of revelatory after affect that kissing Cordy’d had.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing in the basement, staring at nothing, remember the soft warmth of Oz’s lips, but he had a feeling it had been a while because now there was a very loud pounding on his door. He had a feeling the loudness of the knocking had probably increased from a normal start. Of course, he couldn’t be sure because he’d been in the another world exploring Oz’s mouth.
Xander shook off those thoughts and strode to the door, opening it before his visitor had a chance to bang on it anymore. It was Oz.
Oz.
“Wha--?” Xander’s question was cut off by warm, soft lips on his. Oz’s hands came up to his chest and pushed him back so he could move through the doorway. He kicked the door closed with his foot and maneuvered Xander across the room to the sofa bed, never breaking the kiss. Who knew quiet Oz was so pushy?
An hour later, Xander knew exactly how pushy Oz could be. So what if he’d gone from pushy Cordelia to pushy Anya to pushy Oz? Pushy people seemed to know how to push all the right buttons.