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slashthedrabble2006-02-04 01:00 pm
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"Two Old Strangers Met" - Xander/Wesley - Interlude
Another glimpse into the men's slow growing together... everything's out of order, because I'm just writing snippets as they come to me.
I believe this would fall before their official first time together. An almost.
A challenge has been thrown down. Does Wesley have the courage to go forward and take it?
Written in response to the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble's challenge of "forward". 300 words.
"See, here's the thing," Xander says, taking Wesley's hands and placing them, one by one, on each of his hips. They're almost close enough to kiss. Just not quite there yet. "You keep saying you don't want to be forward. Me? I think that makes you move backwards. I'm tired of playing one-step two-step."
Xander wraps his fingers around the back of Wesley's skull, tugging him close. Lip to lip, they breathe into each other's mouths for a moment. Wesley's begun a fine trembling, an aspen about to find out if it bends or breaks.
Xander knows Wes doesn't know what to do next. To kiss, or not to kiss? To go boldly forward, or to blush and back away? He's lost so much. Cordelia, Virginia, Angel, Gunn, Fred, almost his own life… too much for one man to handle in a lifetime. Xander lost Anya and an eye, which helps him understand a little. Not nearly enough, but he's willing to give whatever this is his best shot.
Is Wesley able to take a chance on something else? Life is unpredictable; life can turn on you in a heartbeat and kick you in the teeth. Wesley knows that too damn well. Thing is, Xander's pretty sure he's not going anywhere. He's a survivor. Been through it all and come out the other side.
He just needs Wes to understand that.
"Well?" Xander asks, flicking his tongue out to sweep along the bottom of Wesley's. Tastes like salt and gunpowder. Grief and bullets. Fear and lust. Addictive.
Xander's been patient, but he won't wait forever. He nudges his hips forward, letting Wesley feel that he's wanted just as much as he wants. Cock nudges against cock, both of them flinching with the oh-god-so-good burn. "Time's wasting," he breathes. "Tick-tock, big guy. Your call."
Other parts of TOSM can be found on my journal,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
willa_the_wisp.
I believe this would fall before their official first time together. An almost.
A challenge has been thrown down. Does Wesley have the courage to go forward and take it?
Written in response to the
slashthedrabble's challenge of "forward". 300 words."See, here's the thing," Xander says, taking Wesley's hands and placing them, one by one, on each of his hips. They're almost close enough to kiss. Just not quite there yet. "You keep saying you don't want to be forward. Me? I think that makes you move backwards. I'm tired of playing one-step two-step."
Xander wraps his fingers around the back of Wesley's skull, tugging him close. Lip to lip, they breathe into each other's mouths for a moment. Wesley's begun a fine trembling, an aspen about to find out if it bends or breaks.
Xander knows Wes doesn't know what to do next. To kiss, or not to kiss? To go boldly forward, or to blush and back away? He's lost so much. Cordelia, Virginia, Angel, Gunn, Fred, almost his own life… too much for one man to handle in a lifetime. Xander lost Anya and an eye, which helps him understand a little. Not nearly enough, but he's willing to give whatever this is his best shot.
Is Wesley able to take a chance on something else? Life is unpredictable; life can turn on you in a heartbeat and kick you in the teeth. Wesley knows that too damn well. Thing is, Xander's pretty sure he's not going anywhere. He's a survivor. Been through it all and come out the other side.
He just needs Wes to understand that.
"Well?" Xander asks, flicking his tongue out to sweep along the bottom of Wesley's. Tastes like salt and gunpowder. Grief and bullets. Fear and lust. Addictive.
Xander's been patient, but he won't wait forever. He nudges his hips forward, letting Wesley feel that he's wanted just as much as he wants. Cock nudges against cock, both of them flinching with the oh-god-so-good burn. "Time's wasting," he breathes. "Tick-tock, big guy. Your call."
Other parts of TOSM can be found on my journal,
willa_the_wisp.