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Dancing About Architecture	By : mcee Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 4638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I woke up slowly, the way you do when you've slept particularly well. I was ensconced in a warm cocoon of soft sheets, thick down comforter and plush pillows that curved around my body just right. I was also sprawled on my stomach, stark naked, and frankly completely unwilling to move. The afternoon sun warmed my right cheek and shoulder and I groaned happily, not missing my own bed at all.

You know that special smell people's bedrooms have? The nice kind. Mostly it makes you aware that you're not in your own things, while leaving you slightly thrilled for the exact same reason. Will's room had that, only it had a little something familiar too, and I just felt like closing my eyes again and falling right back asleep, lungs full of it.

The room was silent and I knew I was alone. I smiled and listened to him moving around in the other room. I could hear the radio playing softly, and the sound of papers being moved around as quietly as possible. I loved this, this brief little feeling of domestic bliss you manage to experience after the first few times, if it's the right guy. I could've done this for hours, bask in the smell and warmth of his things, but I had this nagging urge to join him.

And, I had to pee. Gah.

Lazily I pushed the blankets off of me and dragged myself out of the bed, my feet meeting the textured surface of an area rug, then lukewarm hardwood as I made my way to the door that I assumed led to the bathroom. I padded along sleepily, stretching and enjoying the nakedness. I never slept in the buff normally - made all the other times less special, I always thought.

The bathroom tiles were cold, and it woke me up a little more. I stared at the painting hanging on the wall over the toilet, which I could swear was an original... something. My art history was a little fuzzy. But, points for putting something entertaining on that surface. My kind of guy.

Hell, who was I kidding? Very much my kind of guy. Or perhaps my guy, period. I'd wait a bit more before making that assessment, but it was looking good. Meanwhile, I was alone naked in a nicely decorated bathroom, with only one of my two itches satisfied.

I made my way back out and picked up my boxers from where they'd landed earlier. I slipped them on, taking in the room around me again. How many books did the man OWN?

I wandered out of the bedroom silently, and I had to smile when I saw Will. He was sitting at the dining table in the same outfit he had greeted me in this morning and his hair fell into his eyes, over his glasses, as he leaned forward over a sea of papers that covered the entire surface of the table. His forehead rested on his fist, and he was reading with a pen in his hand, so engrossed he didn't notice me. I leaned in the doorway and watched him for a few seconds, a wide smile spreading across my face.

The song on the radio ended and the host started speaking again, stirring Will out of his trance. I came closer and he looked up at me, his sudden smile reaching his eyes instantly. He got up as I came closer, taking off his glasses and leaving them on top of the paper he was reading. Our bodies brushing against each other.

"Hey," I whispered, running my hand up his arm.

"Hey. Slept well?"

"On that cloud on a box spring? Yes."

He grinned and leaned in, running his nose along my cheek to my ear. I felt his hands on my hips, holding me closer, flush against him. I backed up a little and ended up leaning against the table, Will firmly nestled between my thighs.

Nuzzle. Lick. Men did not giggle.

'Good morning' brush ofs, s, 'I still want you here' fingertips against the throat. A quiet appreciation for the shared intimacy of a good 'after'. I didn't want to go anywhere, not with the fingers walking up my spine like this, feather-light. I kind of felt like he was trying to adapt his caresses to fit a man, but he seemed distracted, something that might've had to do with my tongue in his ear and my sudden need to get my fingers between cotton and skin.

His own fingers dug gently into the material of my boxers over my right butt cheek. "Hungry?" He was a little breathless, despite his best effort to sound conversational.

I let blond curls tickle at my eyelids, my nose. "Famished."

"Lunch, then?" His thumb hooked under the waistband.

I pulled back slightly just to look at him, still awfully close. I was grinning like an idiot. "Sounds good." I leaned in for the kiss he was practically dangling in front of me.

"DADDY!!!"

And because history tends to repeat itself, Will was pulled away from me by a small person wedging himself between us. His eyes didn't leave mine and he bent to pick up his child, leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the lips before unleashing an obscene amount of attention to his son. I grinned, feeling silly and happy, and reclined back against the table to watch.

Just when Julian had his little arms around Will's neck (everybody seemed to be wanting to do that), the front door opened wider and let in Liz, a vision in white and tan, a vision currently gesturing like a mad woman. She tossed her shoulder bag on the chair next to the door and took off her coat, ranting on.

"Hey Will. Ugh, you wouldn't believe what happened to me today, already. Those two Dallaire I bought from the family of the artist? I'm supposed to have them shipped to Nina Senack. I said, London, Ontario. I was quite clear. Ontario. In Canada. Not London, England. My paintings are in fucking Europe. Morons. My assistants are all morons."

With that she disappeared into the kitchen. Will threw me an amused glance. Julian squirmed out of his arms and ran to his bedroom, shouting something just as his mother started again, re-emerging with a bottle of Perrier.

"So I tell Sharon Pell to talk to someone, anyone, just get me my shipment back ASAP, because if I have to get my own ass on a plane and get it myself, someone's gonna get hurt on the other end. So she says fine, and then ten minutes later her assistant calls me back and says she has to fly to Albuquerque for an urgent meeting she probably just made up, which means I have to deal with Linda Lyall again, and I want to quit and go live in an igloo somewhere very cold."

She took a swig of her Perrier, finally noticing me. She swallowed and grinned.

"Xander!"

I crossed my arms over my bare chest, with a little wave. "Hey Liz."

She sauntered over, looking quite pleased with herself. She looked really good, right out of a Calvin Klein ad for the hip business woman, and I could easily see why Will wasn't completely over her yet.

"Well. I'm so glad I'm here! Please, don't mind me. Pretend I'm not even here. I'll just watch from over there."

Will took the Perrier bottle from her hand and took a sip. "A very cold place, eh? As opposed to those igloos they have in Ecuador."

Liz kicked his leg and took the bottle back. "I'm not kidding. Whose idea was this?"

"What? You doing what you do? Yours."

"Yeah, shut up." He grinned back at her and she turned to me, appraising me openly. "You'rth sth so pretty."

Will leaned closer to me. "You'll have to excuse my ex-wife, she fancies herself a bit of a fag hag."

"Hell yes. But that's for another time. So - Jules ate. He's really behind with his project for class so you might want to make him start on that tonight. If he says I said it was alright for him to call my mother about the cake thing, you're allowed to laugh at him. He'll know what it means." She picked a little fuzz from his t-shirt while she spoke. I smiled. "So I should be a little late on Tuesday, not a whole lot, I'll call to let you know. Meanwhile, try not to, you know, have too much sex in front of my kid. It'll make me look bad."

"Yes, it will."

She leaned in to kiss him lightly, and started toward the door. "I'm late, or I'd stay to take a few pictures, honest. Catch you tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"'Kay. I'm off to deal with Lyall and her merry men. BYE JULES!"

"BYE MOM!"

She grabbed her coat and her bag, and then she was gone, and the apartment was quiet again. I looked at Will.

"She always like that?"

He smiled, a little wistful. "Liz? Yeah."

He stepped closer to me and the back of my thighs hit the edge of the table again. He leaned in for a long kiss, quiet; I could hear the wheels grinding in his head as his tongue met mine. I cupped the back of his head and brought him closer. After a few moments he broke the kiss but stayed close, and a genuine smile tugged at his lips. He flicked a black curl out of my eyes. "You really ARE pretty."

"You're not too shabby yourself," I whispered back and I could tell he wasn't thinking about Liz anymore, which made me feel really, really good. I couldn't compete with the mother of his child, I knew it, but I'd be happy with just the little part of his heart he was giving me now. Beyond happy.

"You can go check on your kid. I'll go make myself decent."

His hand crept up the leg of my boxer, on the back of my thigh. "Must you really?"

I grinned and extricated myself from his embrace, reluctantly. "I want to make a good impression. Wouldn't do to let your kid know just how much of a skank I really am."

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When I came back out wearing the same clothes I'd had on for the past twenty-four hours, Will was on the phone with someone from the University. I poked around the living room a bit, then wandered to Julian's room. I wasn't sure why. I knocked on the half-closed door.

"Come in, Dad!"

I pushed the door open a bit and poked my head in. Julian was sitting on the floor amidst an impressive spread of little train tracks, the plastic pieces not yet put together. His backpack and coat were on his bed, and his bag was open, its content half spilled out on the bedspread.

"Hey, Julian. It's Xander."

He looked up. "Hi."

"Can I come in?"

"Yes. Be careful, don't step on my tracks."

"Got it." I tiptoed my way to the desk opposite the bed and pulled out the chair. "Quite the collection you've got there."

He beamed. "I just got it. For my birthday. I'm not too sure how it works yet, but my mom said I just had to read the instructions that came with the box."

I took the time to watch him, his little fingers busy putting together the plastic caboose. "Your mom is wise."

"She says she knows everything." He looked up at me, big eyes wide and... absurdly blue. My breath caught in my throat, and I smiled off his grin. "But I think she's lying."

I tried to act normal, like I wasn't having a life-changing moment, right here sitting on his little desk chair. "Well, most mothers like to pretend they do. And let me tell you something - you can work that to your benefit."

"That's what my dad said."

"He's a smart guy."

He fiddled with the caboose a little, studying me silently. Then, "Are you my dad's boyfriend?"

Oh, kid. Julian. God, I hoped so. I rested my elbows on my knees, examining my hands, like they would tell me what to say. "I..."

The door creaked on its hinges and I looked up, seeing Will standing in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. He was looking at me too, waiting for my answer. His expression was unreadable, and for a moment I was scared.

"Am I?" I said quietly, suddenly scared of losing this little family I had become fond of in mere hours.

But Will nodded, wordlessly, barely visibly, and smiled softly.

I exhaled shakily, and gave Julian his answer, longing to hear it aloud myself. "Yeah, I guess I am." A grin threatened to split my face in two.
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