Flip The Script

by
BmblBee

Part Sixteen

The room was silent. The tears flowed freely down both Xander and Willow's faces, yet they made no sound. Fearful their sobs may add to the overload of sorrow that was already permeating the air.

Somewhere outside the window was the far off sound of a car alarm blasting. Kids on their way to school could be heard shouting and laughing. The world outside William's small window went on as normal. As if it didn't know the tragedy that was being played out within his room and heart.

"Almost done Will. Finish it up" Xander encouraged quietly.

William took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was so tired. If only he could just lay down and sleep forever. But Xander was right. This was almost over. He had hid from it for so long that he was too tired to be afraid any more.
He had nothing now, so he had nothing to lose.

Even though he knew Xander would leave when this was finished, he still wanted to go on. His story was something he was either going to live with or it was something that would kill him, and he honestly didn't know yet which.

"I stood there for a long time before I walked to the edge and looked down. When I did I saw his body laying on the garden walkway. He was lying on his back with his mouth and eyes open and he seemed to be looking up at me like he was on the verge of telling me again how much he hated me.

His head was at an odd angle, and the pool of blood that was spreading under it covered the edge stone and ran into the overgrown rose bushes.

I'm not sure how I got there, but the next thing I remember is being in the downstairs library calling the constables. I think I told them I killed my father and I went to the front porch to wait.

It seemed within minutes there were people everywhere. Police, medics, reporters, photographers, and what seemed like
half the village. They were all over the grounds. I remember the constable yelling at them to get back from the crime
scene but no one appeared to listen.

I sat there watching it all. It didn't feel like it was real. It was like a movie that was playing out in my back garden. I wasn't sure what my part was to play. Was I the villain or the hero? While I was still trying to understand it all a man came and grabbed me up. He was very angry and very rough.

He put the handcuffs on me and threw me into the back seat of his car. I wondered who he was and why he was so mad at me. Did I push one of his family out of a window too? That thought almost made me giggle, but I stopped myself before I did.

As the car drove away there were faces pressed against the windows on all sides. I asked the man driving the car what all the people were looking at, and he said they wanted to see what a monster looked like. I tried to watch the estate grounds as we went by. I wanted to see the monster too, but there wasn't anything there.

It took only a short time before we were in the village and at the police station. The angry man took me in and put me in a small holding cell. It was already full of men and it smelled very bad. It reminded me of the smell of Mother's sick room. I was very scared.

One of the men came over and put his arm around me. He seemed very nice. He said not to be afraid and he would take care of me. He said his name was Angel and I thought that was odd. It seemed like a girl's name but he was definitely not a girl. He was very big and strong.

He led me over to the bunk with his hand on my shoulder and told me to sit down. He said they heard I was coming and they all wanted to see me but he would protect me. He said I would be safe with him and in return I could do things
for him. The other men were laughing."

Willow turned her face away and reached for the handle to the apartment door. She wanted to leave. Please God, she did not want to hear this. But she remained. Her feet cemented to the floor. Xander carefully checked his face to show no expression although his stomach was trying it's best to drop to his toes. William noticed neither of them as he went on.

"That's when I noticed that they were all standing around us blocking the view from the front of the cell. Angel pushed me back and laid on top of me. I couldn't get away, and when I tried to scream he put his tongue in my mouth. It tasted terrible. His hand was on my privates and he laughed when he told the other men I was still soft.

I remembered Grandda telling me I should not let any man touch me like that till I found the one I loved so I knew even though he was very big I had to stop him."

That small bit of information pierced Xander's heart like a knife. He was the one William had chosen to touch him.
Xander suddenly knew what he had taken as a golden opportunity was in fact an overwhelming honor. He felt humbled.
He felt ashamed. He felt loved and in love.

"I wasn't strong enough to push him off so the next time he stuck his tongue in my mouth I bit it. When he pulled back I clamped my teeth down and bit it as hard as I could. We both screamed and the jailer came running. He grabbed me and called me a bitch. Said I was causing problems in his jail, but at least he took me out of the cell.

By then Mr.Rayne had arrived. He did whatever it is solicitors do and after what seemed like hours we left. He took me home with him and put me up in a guest room. I heard him arguing with his wife and I know she didn't want me there, but I was so tired I just wanted to sleep.

The next days were a confused blur. There was an investigation of the incident and I told them everything that happened. The lead inspector went to the house and filed his report. One week after Baxter fell they held a coroner's inquest and it was ruled an accident. They agreed he had fallen, but said I couldn't have hit him. There was no walking stick anywhere in the attic. I know it was there. I held it. I hit him with it. They said I was confused and in shock.

When the official ruling came down none of the tabloids were interested. One or two of the respected newspapers in London did print a small article on the back page saying I was innocent, but in everyone's eyes I was still a murderer.
I was the monster everyone wanted to see.

I knew I could not stay where I was so Mr. Rayne sent me to school. A different boarding school than I had been to, using a new name. After graduation I went to two years at university and finally Mr. Rayne arranged for me to come to this job here in the States."

"So you have been all alone for four years? Suffering these memories by yourself. No friends. No family?" Xander's heart ached for the broken young man sitting next to him

"It was the only way. It still is." William felt Xander's weight lift from the bed and he knew he was leaving.

Keeping his face in his hands, he did not want to see it happen. He heard the rustle of the papers being collected, and the door open and close. He thought Xander and Willow were gone.

Xander had stood up and stepped away from the bed. He picked up the hateful note and ugly articles and handed them to Willow. Leaning close to her he whispered "Get rid of these but keep the note. Go back to my apartment and wait for us. And Willow? Make some tea." With that he opened the door for her to leave.

Returning to the sad figure hunched over, Xander crouched down in front of him. As soon as William realized Xander had returned he lifted his head and look questioningly to him.

Xander opened his arms and quietly spoke one word. "Sweetheart"

It took less than a second. William dove in.

Part Seventeen

Clutching Xander tightly and sobbing, William could not get past the thought that 'He is still here. He stayed.' He couldn't understand why, but he was so overwhelmingly grateful. Just the feel of the strong arms anchored him and kept him from becoming victim to the tsunami of memories.

It seemed as though the weight that had engulfed his whole life, body and soul,was now lessened. He was through hiding. Xander knew everything and was still here.

He was right. Xander was a true white knight, and William a damsel in distress. That last part caused his tears to stall long enough for a giggle to creep in. Wondering if he had finally snapped and lost his thread thin grip on sanity William caught himself and pulled back from the warm security of Xander's arms.

Leaning forward and kissing his red, puffy eyes Xander searched William's face for a clue to his present state of mind. He hoped to God forcing him to talk about it and remember it was not a mistake.

"Why did you stay, Xander?" He had to know. For once William needed to know if the ground under his feet was stone or sand.

"I'm here for you, William. Because you have carried an impossible burden alone for too long. You're not a murderer. You are an innocent who was put in a life or death situation and did what you had every right to do. I wish I had been there. I would have killed him myself. Now I'm going to take you home and together we're going to share the weight of the memory until it's so light and insignificant that one morning it will just blow away like a dust mite in a sunbeam. In the meantime, if it's all right with you, we'll settle in and try to build a life together."

"Are you sure? We haven't known each other long, and I've never lived with anyone before. You may find me to be rather annoying. I don't want this if it is just out of pity, Xander"

It took all of William's new found strength to add that last part, because the truth was he didn't care if it just was pity. He wanted to walk away from this ugly room and his solitary life. He wanted to go with his Xander and never leave his side, to confess his love endlessly and start life anew.

All those times he had sat with his Grandda and talked about love and finding that one special man came to his mind.
Grandda had easily accepted his admission of being gay when he was very young, and said it didn't matter. Love was love, and he told William he would recognize it when it came his way. "If you love him take a hard look into his mind and soul. If he is a good man, honest, and moral, and if he truly loves you, grab him. Gay or straight, true love like that is something everybody looks for. It is what I had with your Grandmum and no one else."

The memories of it filled his heart. Xander was all those things. He was all that and more. William knew Grandda would very much approve.

An odd thought came to William's mind. He had for some time believed that Grandda's spirit had put that walking stick right where it was just when he needed it most to save his life. Had Grandda sent him Xander for the same reason?

"It's not pity, William. To carry all that for so long, you're the strongest person I know. And I need that strength in my life. I need you in my life. I haven't lived with anyone either so we'll have to learn to work together. And besides, if you get too annoying I may have to put you over my knee and spank your soft little bottom. Now, we're both tired and Willow went on ahead to make some tea. Let's go back home."

William's eyes glazed over. He briefly wondered how annoying he would have to be to earn such a glorious punishment. Still tightly clutching the front of Xander's shirt in both his fists, William started to pull back. Every muscle and bone in his body screamed from the tension that had twisted him into knots.

Reaching his arm around William's waist, Xander pulled him flush against his chest and rose easily to his feet lifting William with him. "This has been a hell of a morning. If there's anything here you need, grab it and let's go. The rest of it we can come for later."

William didn't need to give it a moments thought. "I don't believe there is anything that won't wait till another day."

Leaning contentedly against Xander, William let himself be led towards the door and away from his past when he suddenly stopped. "Xander, what about the letter, the articles. Who sent them? What are they going to do with the information? I won't let you risk your job or lose your friends because of what I did."

Xander took William's face in his hands and look intently into his soft blue eyes. "I don't know who sent it, Baby, but I guarantee I will find out. There's nothing anyone can do to hurt us, Will. My friends are my friends and they will be yours too. Whoever sent this is not our friend, but it's not something to be afraid of. I promise you will be safe with me."

With one hand on the door knob and the other on Will's back, Xander turned and scanned the place that William had called home. That's when an odd thought occured to him and he just had to ask. "Just wondering, Will. If your Mother and Grandfather left you some money, and you're well over the age of sixteen, what happened to it? Not that I care, but I hate that you had to live in this run down building in this crowded little room. Wasn't there enough that you could have gotten a regular apartment? I mean, I understand if you don't want to talk about it. And you really don't need anything because I will very happily take care of you." With that Xander leaned down and kissed William warmly on the lips.

"Oh the money is still there. I couldn't bring myself to touch it. It always seemed like blood money, and I was too ashamed to use it. It was such a cruel reminder of every thing I lost and what I did. Mr. Rayne minds the accounts for me. He sends me yearly reports on it, but I seldom open them. He is a good man and I trust him completely. I know he has a caretaker and family living in the carriage house on the estate and I authorized him to pay all expenses related to it.

What?

Estate? Carriage house? Accounts?

"Will, Sweetheart, Baby, Love of my life, how much money are we talking about?"

Shrugging, Will tried to think it over. "I really don't know exactly, Xander. I know with investments and interest, Mr. Rayne said it has grown considerably. When I first collected my trust at age sixteen it was somewhere in the neighborhood of ten million pounds. Can we go now? I do believe a cup of Miss Willow's tea would be most welcome."

Part Eighteen

'Not a fucking thing on this fucking site has gone right since we started this fucking job.' Lindsey fumed as he paced back and forth in the trailer that had been set up as his office.

'First I have to deal with that damn William character coming by the construction zone every day causing a distraction, flaunting himself and trying no doubt to get someone to step up and offer to butt fuck him. Then that goddamn Xander not watching what he was doing and causing me the paperwork of an accident.'

The memory of that did cause him to cringe, but only briefly and only slightly. 'An accident that OSHA has been sticking their noses in. Making threats and writing reports.' It had been all he could do to keep them from interviewing any of the workers.

'If those assholes shut this project down it will cost us a fortune. We're so over cost projection now we'll never be able to come in on bid. Now Larry has the other workers all acting pissy and somehow trying to put the blame for all this on me.' Lindsey's rant continued as he tossed papers and slammed books.

'It just ain't fuckin' fair! My uncle gets wind of this and it could cost me my job. Well, damn it I'm the boss here and I don't intend to let any one forget that.' Storming to the trailer door, Lindsey jerked it open and stuck his head outside. "Larry! Get your fuckin' ass in here."

Most of the workers were on the eastern edge of the work site loading lumber into two separate stacks. One of the stacks was to be used for the main foundation wall area construction while the other pile was only to be used as fill in and scrap. The reason for the separation was that the side stack of wood was of inferior quality, or what was referred to in the trade as "seconds".

It was a cost saving procedure that none of the more experienced workers agreed with or approved of. Most had expressed concern, but their issues had fallen on disinterested ears. It was something that was not unheard of, but it was also a practice that the more reputable contract companies would never engage in.

Larry stood up slowly, placing his hands in the small of his back, he stretched backward as far as his sore muscles would allow. He had been separating this lumber for two days and it was back breaking. He briefly considered pretending he couldn't hear Lindsey screaming for him, but knew it wouldn't make a difference. He would just continue on yelling till Larry finally went over to see what the fuck the problem was now.

Ever since the accident with Xander, things were falling apart quickly. Moral was low and the work schedule was quickly falling behind. They were short handed before the accident, and now with Xander gone the other men just were not able to keep up. Along with that, as their union rep Xander had been able to keep some semblance of safety on the work site. Now Lindsey was ordering the men to violate every known security procedure agreed to in the original contracts. It wasn't a matter of if, but when the next man would be hurt.

The union had hoped that when the investigation was complete all of Lindsey's undercover dirt would come to light and he would be fired. Now it seemed the inspection was stalled and it looked like his skill in "cooking the books" and covering his tracks would save his sorry ass again.

Walking towards the trailer, Larry took off his hard hat and wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his forearm. Taking a deep breath and bracing himself for more crap, he climbed the stairs and entered the trailer. "What do you want, Lindsey? We're short by at least three men and I need to get back out there to help finish sorting that lumber."

"That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. Stop separating the grades and get back to work on the foundation walls. I have another load of seconds coming in on a truck today and I want it all used as firsts."

Larry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Surely not even someone as irresponsible as Lindsey would do that. It went beyond bad business, beyond immoral, it was now possibly leaning towards criminal. "Are you fuckin' insane? Half of those seconds are still green. You put that in a stress, load bearing area and the whole building is going to be unstable."

No way could Larry relay an order like this and expect the men to follow it. In a flash Larry's mind sifted through his bills and debts and wondered if he could somehow manage for the few months it would take to find another job.

"Don't even think about it, Larry. You raise a stink over this and I can make sure that not only will you lose this job, but no other construction company in the area will hire you." Lindsey stood firm with his arms crossed in front of him in a stance that left no posibility for discussion or argument. "Now, with Xander slouching off work for the next two weeks you're the union rep out there so you have a choice. Tell the men to follow my orders and get caught back up on this project, or you are out of a job and I'll put Vern Webster in the position of on site manager."

"Vern Webster? He's not much more than a kid! He's been here less than a month! He's - oh. He's your wife's nephew."

Knowing his point had been made, Lindsey smiled and returned to sit at his desk. Studying the papers in front of him and without looking up, Lindsey waved his hand. "You better get back out there. The men need to get the change in plans and get to work setting those walls. When the lumber truck arrives tell them where to put it."

Walking out of the trailer and slamming the door behind himself Larry muttered, "I'd like to tell them where to put it alright."

Part Nineteen

The trip back to Xander's apartment was traveled in silence. William was contentedly curled up next to Xander and feeling lighter than he had since this whole nightmare had started all those years ago.

The truth was out. He was finally done with all the hiding and lying. The one person in the world that mattered the most knew all about him and it didn't matter.

All those weeks of passing by the work site to see him, smile at him, and think about him. All those fantasies he has had. All the stories Will had constructed in his mind staring fantasy Xander. None of them came close to the real man. None of them could touch the heart of the man beside him. Will felt like a man who had been dying in the desert and somehow stumbled into an oasis.

Pulling his knees up under him and snuggling even closer, William looked over at Xander. "You are very quiet, Xander. Are you all right?"

"Huh? Oh sure, Baby. Just thinking is all. You just close your eyes and snooze. We'll be home in a few minutes." Kissing the top of his head, Xander returned to his own world of mental somersaults.

'Ten Million pounds!?! Holy shit! That must be like, what, in dollars? Five? Ten? Twelve? Fifteen? A lot! So how the hell do I feel about that? I don't know if I'm comfortable with that. It was all good when I thought I would be taking care of a poor, sweet, wonderful man, but now it feels different. What will people think? Does this make me a kept man? Is William my sugar daddy?' Looking over at him, Xander had to concede it would probably be more like a sugar baby.

So if this problem was insurmountable, could Xander just walk away? Well finally there was a question that Xander knew the answer to positively. NO! I want William to be part of my life. In my arms, in my bed, shit, in my kitchen on Sunday mornings with pancakes and the newspaper. So maybe I'm looking at this all wrong. William comes with issues. I can help him deal with the trauma of his past, maybe the money is just another cross to bear.'

Finally deciding the best way to deal with the situation was to, at least for now, ignore it, Xander relaxed. It had all been overwhelming and they both needed some time to process.

The day was overcast and threatening to rain. Off in the distance Xander could hear the rumble of thunder. From the sound of it he estimated about two hours before the storm hit. Pulling up to the curb, Xander parked his car and nudged William awake. "Come on sleepy. we're home"

William looked out the window and rubbed his hands over his face and scratched his head. "Must have dozed off. Guess I was more tired than I thought. Is Miss Willow still here?"

Xander climbed out the driver's side and circled around to stand by as William stepped out. He could smell the ozone and knew the rain would be a soaking one. "Should be, she wanted to make sure you were all right before she went home."

William dropped his head and blushed. "I'm so sorry to have caused so much trouble. I do hope you don't decide I am not worth the aggrivation."

Xander stopped them on the walkway to the front of the building. Turning, he took William's face in his hands and forced him to look Xander in the eye. "William, nothing that happened was your fault. And I didn't bring you home because I feel sorry for you. You're here because I lo...really like you. Let's just relax and take it day by day. See how we fit. O.K?"

"From what I have seen so far, I think we fit very well." William winked and ran for the front door giggling.

Xander's face broke out in a huge smile and he chased after him. It felt like a good sign. After the morning revelations, it felt like a small miracle.

Together they burst through the door into the living room. Hearing the commotion, Willow came out of the kitchen drying her hands on a dishtowel. "Hey, look at you two." She beamed at the happy sight. It was such a direct contrast to the horror she had left behind in that tiny prison cell of room. Her heart swelled with the hope that all this could be dealt with and the two men embracing could find their way through the darkness.

"Will, why don't you go take a shower. Willow needs to leave soon, and I'd like to talk to her for a minute before she goes."

Leaning up to place his lips close to Xander's ear, William whispered "Xander, would it be possible to take a bubble bath instead?"

Xander groaned at the warm breath and the visual that accompanied Will's request. "Sure, Baby. Everything you need is in there."

William started to go, but stopped and turned at the bedroom door. Smiling he lifted his hand "Bye, Miss Willow. See you later?"

Returning the smile Willow rushed over and gathered him up in a bear crushing hug. "You can count on it, Sweety. Now I can trust you to take care of Xander tonight can't I?" She used her most stern voice.

Will giggled and returned her mock somber tone with his hand over his heart. "I give you my word." With that he turned and was gone.

Whirling around, Xander could see Willow was wearing her resolve face, something that usually preceded a lengthly lecture. Throwing up both hands, he stopped her before she got started. "Just don't, o.k? I know we have a lot of problems ahead of us," Willow raised her eyebrows questioningly. What else had happened that she didn't know about? Before she could ask, Xander cut her off by continuing, "and maybe some counseling, but for right now I think we just need some quiet, alone time."

"I know you're right. He just seems so fragile. Before I promise not to stick my nose in any further, can I make one teeny little suggestion?'

Xander loved his sister to death, but knew if there was something she wanted to say there would be no stopping her till she got it out. Rather that a verbal answer, Xander made circles with his hands signaling her to get on with it.

"O.k. well, I think maybe, just for now, you and William might benefit by sleeping apart." Willow finished the last of her sentence head down, face pink, and only slightly more than a mumble.

"Willow! Thanks for your faith in me." Xander huffed. "For your information I already thought of that, and I intend to sleep on the couch. Now, I love you madly. Go home"

All forgiven, Willow smiled and kissed her brother on the cheek. "Call me later if you need anything. Oh shoot. Just call me later."

"Will do, Sis."

As she was stepping out the door Xander petted her hair softly. "I love you Willow. Thanks for everything."

Throwing her arms around him, she turned and was gone.

'Sleeping on the couch. No problemo. I can do.'

"Oh, Xanderrrrr can you come and wash my back?"

'Damn'

Part Twenty

Reluctantly Xander eased the bathroom door open and peered in. The room assaulted his senses. William had lit two vanilla scented candles and placed them on the vanity side board. The lights were dim and the shadows of the flames danced on the walls. The air was warm and steamy from the heat of the water in the tub.

Unable to force his eyes away, Xander looked down at the bath. William had slid down and was so totally ensconced in bubbles that his face was the only thing that could be seen. The lavender of the foam blended with the vanilla of the candles making the fragrance of the room smell as though one was rolling in a summer field.

"This is absolute heaven, Xander."

"Um, yeah. Looks really nice."

"Your tub is very roomy. It could easily hold two people comfortably." William was slowly swishing his hands through the water, watching the ripples it created. The subtle movement was hypnotic. Xander's eyes followed as though
watching a slow motion tennis match.

"Yeah, had the bathroom redone a couple years ago. Thought about getting a smaller one, but you know, ya never know when you might have a really fat visitor, and well, ya want 'em to be clean."

William frowned and finally looked up. "Actually I was thinking two normal sized people might want to bath together. If that were to happen this would be the perfect tub for it."

Xander briefly wondered if William knew how innocent he looked when he opened those baby blue eyes, and pouted that fat bottom lip out. Almost as though he had practiced in front of a mirror. Xander shook his head. What a silly thought.

"So, anyway, there are towels on the rack and a back brush hanging off the shower, so if you don't need anything else..."

"Oh, of course, Xander. I'm sorry to be so much trouble. Please don't let me keep you any longer. I thought perhaps you would bath with me, but that was so presumptuous. So forward. Please forgive me." William hung his head and his voice became very small.

Xander felt like shit. "No, no, Baby" Xander began stripping as quickly as possible. The thought of hurting William's feelings overrode any concern or conviction he might have had about showing excessive affection. Just before stepping into the tub, Xander turned away to scoop up his clothes and throw them into the hamper. Raising his eyes to Xander's back, William smiled.

"O.k. Chubby, scoot up" Xander prodded at William's back and slid into the hot soapy water behind him. William was right, it was glorious.

Huffing in false outrage William leaned up to make room. "Chubby? I'll have you know I am very fit for my height."

Settling down, Xander reached around and felt William's cock. It was already starting to grow and fill. "You're right, Baby. You're the perfect size."

"I love your hands, Xander. They are so strong, and big, and rough." Suddenly like a slippery eel, William rolled over and slid his wet chest against Xander's, causing the water to roil and splash from the tub. "Could we have sex here? In the water? Please?" William was rubbing his hands across Xander's chest and down to his stomach, all the time pressing his groin into Xander's thigh. "I'm desperately hard and would like very much to feel you enter me."

"Jesus, Baby I've never heard anyone talk so dirty so properly before in my life. You can't imagine how hot that is! But we can't. I don't have any condoms or lube in here."

Before the last words were out of Xander's mouth, William reached down and flipped over the bath mat. Hidden underneath were two foil packs. Laughing, Xander reached down "Two? Wasn't that a bit optimistic?"

"Well I wasn't sure how things would go, and I felt it best to be prepared. Better two and needing one than one and needing two."

"I don't know, Will. You've been through a lot, and Willow thinks..."

In response, William began digging through the bubbles searching frantically.

"Will, what the hell are you looking for?"

"I was searching for Willow. I didn't realize she was in here with us."

William took Xander's laughing response as approval and laid his body flat on Xander's, kissing him soundly. Will was an apparent quick study because it was a kiss that smacked of passion and experience. It shot straight to Xander's toes and ricocheted back up to his already straining cock.

Enjoying the slippery, wet, bubbles sliding between them, Will continued to roll his body over the one below him as he kissed, licked and bit at Xander's lips, ears and neck. Reaching over the side of the tub, Xander reached for one of the condoms. Stopping him, Will picked it up. "I know how to do this. Please, let me do it."

Gasping and trying desperately to retain some intelligent thought Xander looked around "Lube?"

"I wasn't sure if your lubrication was water soluble, so after checking the contents I believe we will use conditioner." William reached for a bottle on the tub ledge.

"Christ! Baby, I love it when you talk dirty!"

With the lube in one hand and the condom in the other, Will sat back on his heels between Xander's legs. Xander put his feet on the bottom of the tub and canted his hips upward exposing his waiting cock to the cool air. "It's so beautiful" Making no further move, William asked "Xander, may I please taste it. Put it in my mouth and see how it feels, how it tastes before I cover it up?"

Xander's cock twitched, eagerly trying to reach William's mouth. Xander nodded enthusiastically. Cautiously Will leaned down and placed several quick kitten licks across the head. "Mmmm. It's wonderful. I just knew it would be." Encouraged, Will dove in and devoured the cock straight down as far as he could take it. Happily sucking, Xander looked between them and watched.

Still holding the preparatory items in his hand, Will was not touching Xander with anything but his mouth. It was gloriously frustrating. Xander also was not touching. Both his hands were gripping the sides of the tub, straining to maintain a small amount of control.

"Stop, Baby, stop." Knowing from personal experience what a cock felt like just before it exploded, Will instantly backed off. He knew there would be plenty of time later on to bring Xander to completion with his mouth. Truth was, he was still a little hesitant as to the pros and cons of spitting versus swallowing. He sat up and smiled.

Slowly he positioned the condom on the head of Xander's cock and rolled it down, caressing and squeezing as he went. Xander groaned and jerked his hips upward. Then applying the conditioner to both the covered cock and reaching around, himself, Will wiggled forward.

Instead of the cock he expected, William felt Xander's fingers enter his waiting hole. "You're still too new to this to be in a hurry." Xander continued to lovingly prepare Will, stretching and finger fucking him slowly, brushing randomly over his prostate.

Never taking his eyes off Will's face, Xander watched him till he could see the glazed blue eyes turn almost black with passion. Feeling Xander remove his fingers, Will stopped rocking and smiled into the face of the man he loved. Holding himself still, he felt the head of the cock slide into position. "Take it at your own pace, Baby. Go as slow as you need." Xander hoped that sounded sincere, cause God knows the truth was he wanted to slam home and fuck like a grizzly bear.

William knew the head was the hardest part, and took more than a few minutes to squeeze it through. Finally in, Xander began slowly pumping his hips upward till Will's balls were settled nicely on a nest of Xander's pubic hair. After the first few thrusts, Will knew to try different angles till Xander hit the right spot. Xander knew instantly when that happened. He felt Will stiffen and saw his cock twitch.

Arching backward Will moaned "That's it. Right there. Oh, God Xander, that's it."

Feeling they were both rushing to the crest at the top of the roller coaster, Xander wanted them to take the plunge together. Xander grabbed Will's cock roughly using the slippery bubble bath to lube the grip. "Come with me, Baby. Come all over me."

Unable to wait, Xander let go and tumbled into the bliss of orgasm.

Feeling the cock swell and jerk inside him was all it took to cause William to fulfill Xander request. He did indeed spurt all over Xander's hand and chest. As the spasms slowed, William laid back down across Xander's chest and whispered "I love you, Xander."

Xander froze.

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