The Plan

He was trying to figure out his favorite part. For some people, the concentration required for this would have been a distraction from the task at hand, but, for him, it only enhanced his enjoyment of the experience. He focused on each individual movement and contact, comparing and contrasting. His lip scraping over stubble, the salty tang of sweat, the distinctly non-female scent, moist suckling noises mixed with definitely male moans, the feel of someone else's arousal pressing into him...

Finally, he figured it out. The weight. He was pinned to the floor of the van, but comfortably so. All he could do was concentrate on and respond to the mouth, hands, and body pressed against his own. Now he knew one of the attractions of bondage. Not having the option to move allowed him to focus on the sensations attacking him. At that particular moment, his attention was caught by the lips, teeth, and tongue tugging at his ear. The tongue, lips, and teeth moved to his neck, pulling at his skin almost painfully. Almost. Not quite. He smiled. That was going to leave a mark.



Truthfully, he had said Xander's name simply to feel the vibrations created by the response. He had been counting on the fact that Xander would not want to pull away from his neck. And it was a good gamble.

Except now he had a problem. "Xander, you need to get up. Off of me. Now."

"Why?" Muffled against his skin.

"Because if you don't, it's going to get messy. Literally. And I don't have any more clean pants."

Xander paused mid-lick before pulling his hips away from Oz's, reaching down to undo the smaller man's fly.

At that point, Oz gritted his teeth, calling up every last ounce of discipline he had. "No, Xan, I mean it. Not now."

Hurt, Xander pulled away and sat against the wall of the van. "Okay."

Oz sighed. "Do you think I'm having second thoughts?" His heart fell when Xander nodded. "Well, I'm not. I just want to make sure you don't do anything you're going to regret. I want to make sure you really know what we're doing." He paused, wondering if he was going overboard with his words. "And you deserve more than just a fast grope in the back of a van."

"Is that what you told Willow?"

The words were like a sledgehammer to his gut. But as Oz met Xander's eyes, he realized he was reading more into the question than was intended. "After this, no more talk of Willow?" Xander nodded in agreement. "Okay. No, it's not what quite I told her, but the idea is the same. I told her that I wanted to make sure she was over you. Really, I'm selfish. I wanted to know I had her full attention." He reached out to stroke the back of Xander's neck. "And I want to make sure I have your full attention now. I want no regrets. No 'I only did it because I had nothing better to do.' I want to know that you've had time to think about it and decide that you want me, not just some fast action because you don't have a girlfriend at the moment." Now he grinned. "And I really don't want to remember our first time as being in the back of my van because someone was too anxious to wait."

Xander bit his lip. "Our first time? As in, more than once?" He smiled, reaching for Oz. "Works for me."

"No, Xander." Gently, Oz pushed Xander's arms away. "Think about this. I mean, this is a big thing. Once we go past kissing, it will be a full-fledged homosexual experience. We're not going to do this now because I want to make sure you really know what you're doing."

"I think I can figure out the logistics, Oz."

He shook his head. "No, that's not what I mean. I need to know that you really want this. That you're not just here because you have nothing better to do. That you want this as much as I do." Now Oz looked at the clock on the dashboard. "Hey, we should go get your car now. If we're back by one, my aunt will spring for lunch."

Now Xander sighed. "You know, having time to think about things means that I might reconsider this whole thing.

"I know. But, you know, I've thought about this. A lot. And I've realized that you can either be spontaneous and regret things later, or you can be very deliberate about it." Turning his attention back to Xander, he decided that a demonstration was in order. "Which do you like better, this?" Quickly, he grabbed Xander's head and kissed him harshly, not wasting any time in getting their tongues tangled. "Or this?" Slowly, carefully, he sucked Xander's lower lip into his mouth, gently tracing the other man's jaw with one hand while cradling the back of Xander's head with the other. Then, just as Xander moved his hands to Oz's head in an attempt to hold him in place, Oz pulled away and moved to the driver's seat of the van.

Breathing heavily, Xander climbed into the passenger's seat. "You know, I'm not going to be able to think about anything else now."

Oz smiled, keeping his eyes glued to the road. "That's the plan."