Buffy/Xander/Riley ficlet, nc-17
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"But--"
"Xander, be quiet." Riley looked at him, sternly, and Xander was reminded all over again that Riley was the only person other than Giles who didn't look up at him from chest level. It was freaky, but good freaky, in that same way that having a guy friend was good-freaky.
"Actually, noise is good. But not necessary," Buffy interjected. Xander glanced at her, and even though she was shorter than him he'd always felt like he was the one looking up at her. Strength did that. Or maybe it was the way he just *wanted* to be under her.
But he was pretty sure that now? This was a dream. Or a nightmare. Or some magic spell that Willow was gonna scold him for using. Because thee was no other way this could be happening.
"Right," Riley said, nodding. "Noise is good, but only the right kind of noise. The noise that says 'we shouldn't be doing this' - wrong kind."
"And the noise that says 'oh, god, right there! Yes!' is a good kind of noise."
She was smiling at him, and Xander couldn't stop staring. She'd let her head fall back and she'd sounded like somebody was doing something wonderful to her, as she'd elaborated what kind of noise was acceptable.
Xander knew he was hard, and he knew he'd have been dead of embarrassment if it weren't for the fact this wasn't really happening.
Maybe he was dead, and this was heaven. Because Riley was putting his hand on Xander's shoulder, and pulling him closer. Close like whole-bodies-touching close, and Xander would have eeped, or fainted, except Riley was kissing him and anything other than kissing him back would have been rude.
"Ooo, nice," Buffy said, and Xander agreed. "My turn," she said a moment later, and Xander agreed again, and she was pulling him around and kissing him.
There was no reason to interrupt them, Xander thought, even though it occurred to him to wonder where their clothes had gone, and who was going to wake him up right before things got really, really good.
Riley stepped up behind him, and Xander was pretty sure he couldn't get any more aroused without exploding, just from the feel of Riley's body against his. The feel of his cock touching Xander's ass, and Xander just wanted to bend over and say 'yes'.
Then Buffy was stepping closer from the front, and Xander's cock knew exactly where it wanted to go, and Xander had one last second to pray that this didn't end before it ended, so to speak, and he offered everything he owned to whatever gods were giving him this dream that he could live to get all the way through this.
Riley's fingers touched his neck, and Buffy's tongue touched his chest, and cocks and bodies and hands were touching everywhere, and Xander could no longer remember what alternate dimension he'd slipped into. But they'd started on the couch watching movies, and the threesome on-screen had led to a conversation which had led -- somehow -- to Xander admitting that he wanted to have sex with them both.
How that had led to them agreeing, and striping, and proceeding to fuck him -- he didn't know. He wasn't going to ask.
Afterwards, when it all turned into demons preparing to kill him, he'd just be grateful.
Or maybe it was just a dream. Either way -- Xander closed his eyes and let them do whatever they wanted.
And later, he'd find a way to look them in the eye and pretend it never happened.
xanphibianConglomerate
"But--"
"Xander, be quiet." Riley looked at him, sternly, and Xander was reminded all over again that Riley was the only person other than Giles who didn't look up at him from chest level. It was freaky, but good freaky, in that same way that having a guy friend was good-freaky.
"Actually, noise is good. But not necessary," Buffy interjected. Xander glanced at her, and even though she was shorter than him he'd always felt like he was the one looking up at her. Strength did that. Or maybe it was the way he just *wanted* to be under her.
But he was pretty sure that now? This was a dream. Or a nightmare. Or some magic spell that Willow was gonna scold him for using. Because thee was no other way this could be happening.
"Right," Riley said, nodding. "Noise is good, but only the right kind of noise. The noise that says 'we shouldn't be doing this' - wrong kind."
"And the noise that says 'oh, god, right there! Yes!' is a good kind of noise."
She was smiling at him, and Xander couldn't stop staring. She'd let her head fall back and she'd sounded like somebody was doing something wonderful to her, as she'd elaborated what kind of noise was acceptable.
Xander knew he was hard, and he knew he'd have been dead of embarrassment if it weren't for the fact this wasn't really happening.
Maybe he was dead, and this was heaven. Because Riley was putting his hand on Xander's shoulder, and pulling him closer. Close like whole-bodies-touching close, and Xander would have eeped, or fainted, except Riley was kissing him and anything other than kissing him back would have been rude.
"Ooo, nice," Buffy said, and Xander agreed. "My turn," she said a moment later, and Xander agreed again, and she was pulling him around and kissing him.
There was no reason to interrupt them, Xander thought, even though it occurred to him to wonder where their clothes had gone, and who was going to wake him up right before things got really, really good.
Riley stepped up behind him, and Xander was pretty sure he couldn't get any more aroused without exploding, just from the feel of Riley's body against his. The feel of his cock touching Xander's ass, and Xander just wanted to bend over and say 'yes'.
Then Buffy was stepping closer from the front, and Xander's cock knew exactly where it wanted to go, and Xander had one last second to pray that this didn't end before it ended, so to speak, and he offered everything he owned to whatever gods were giving him this dream that he could live to get all the way through this.
Riley's fingers touched his neck, and Buffy's tongue touched his chest, and cocks and bodies and hands were touching everywhere, and Xander could no longer remember what alternate dimension he'd slipped into. But they'd started on the couch watching movies, and the threesome on-screen had led to a conversation which had led -- somehow -- to Xander admitting that he wanted to have sex with them both.
How that had led to them agreeing, and striping, and proceeding to fuck him -- he didn't know. He wasn't going to ask.
Afterwards, when it all turned into demons preparing to kill him, he'd just be grateful.
Or maybe it was just a dream. Either way -- Xander closed his eyes and let them do whatever they wanted.
And later, he'd find a way to look them in the eye and pretend it never happened.