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Title: Bourbon and Spice
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and co. I don't own anything. Please don't sue.
Rating/Warning: FRM/R; slash, implied anal sex but nothing explicit
Pairing: Neville/Xander
Summary: He was positive that this man had been molded by the gods…
Setting: Post-Deathly Hallows, Post-Season 7 of BtVS
Requested byjasonsnene who wanted to see a Neville/Xander story
Word Count: 186
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
Neville’s fingers ghosted over the slender form of the sleeping man beside him; memorizing the lines, the angles, the curves. The young wizard was positive that this man had been molded by the gods and he swore that this man was more valuable, more precious than any one of the Deathly Hallows.
He still couldn’t believe that a few hours ago this gorgeous creature had crossed his path outside a cozy London pub and with a little liquid courage- they had fallen under each other’s spells.
Neville touched his hand to his lips, still tasting the bourbon and spice from where this man had kissed him. Could still remember the way the warmth had spread through his body like a wildfire, demanding the full attention of his lust, his being, his cock.
The sex had been hard but lingering, fueled by testosterone and wanton need. It had killed the ache, filled the void. It had been everything he never knew he wanted.
And when Xander woke up again, there was going to be a round two, that is if Neville had anything to say about it.
jasonsnene, who not only requested this one but needs some serious cheering up as she deals with some RL shit.Title: Bourbon and Spice
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and co. I don't own anything. Please don't sue.
Rating/Warning: FRM/R; slash, implied anal sex but nothing explicit
Pairing: Neville/Xander
Summary: He was positive that this man had been molded by the gods…
Setting: Post-Deathly Hallows, Post-Season 7 of BtVS
Requested by
jasonsnene who wanted to see a Neville/Xander storyWord Count: 186
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
Neville’s fingers ghosted over the slender form of the sleeping man beside him; memorizing the lines, the angles, the curves. The young wizard was positive that this man had been molded by the gods and he swore that this man was more valuable, more precious than any one of the Deathly Hallows.
He still couldn’t believe that a few hours ago this gorgeous creature had crossed his path outside a cozy London pub and with a little liquid courage- they had fallen under each other’s spells.
Neville touched his hand to his lips, still tasting the bourbon and spice from where this man had kissed him. Could still remember the way the warmth had spread through his body like a wildfire, demanding the full attention of his lust, his being, his cock.
The sex had been hard but lingering, fueled by testosterone and wanton need. It had killed the ache, filled the void. It had been everything he never knew he wanted.
And when Xander woke up again, there was going to be a round two, that is if Neville had anything to say about it.
