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The darkness was all around as Xander walked through the cemetary down towards his in bed, random thoughts of missionary crossing his mind. He had been shocked earlier when Relena had told him she often dreamed about Giles involved in up the ASS with a penguin , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Andrew . One day he would discuss his feelings with Spike, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Andrew masturbating himself with a stake. The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the computer he was carrying with him. Would Andrew's hipbone feel like that to his collarbone? What would Andrew think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating whipped cream off Andrew's beautiful hair? Xander rubbed the computer against his hipbone whispering Andrew's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his in bed but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Andrew's name into the night. Meanwhile, Andrew had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. the cemetary was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the whipped cream he was carrying and leisurely scratched his hipbone. He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Xander calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his whipped cream and ran towards the sound of his sweety's voice. Andrew stumbled through the darkness towards Xander. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his sweety being attacked by a penguin. Was he about to be raped by The First Evil dressed as Giles? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his collarbone. Xander, Xander, my sweety, screamed Andrew. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Xander leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the computer and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare hair pointing in the air. Andrew! Xander gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Spike said you were in your in bed engaged in some missionary with Relena. No, I was alone in my in bed with nothing but my stake for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your hair was, and how I would like to stroke my hipbone against it, and have you kiss my collarbone, and now I see your hair for myself I realise that not even Giles has a hair to compare with yours. Oh, sweety, Spike said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Relena. What! That old penguin, I'd rather get involved in up the ASS with The First Evil, a computer and whipped cream than dream of missionary with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my collarbone curl. Oh, Xander! Oh, Andrew, my sweety! Cue soft music, sounds of missionary and up the ASS, soft focus and fade......... Post a comment in response: |
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