l e a v i n g . o n . a . j e t . p l a n e

Leaving On a Jet Plane
[by victoria p.]

Rating: PG

Summary: "Xander doesn't want to get on that plane alone."

Spoilers: post-Chosen

Notes: Thanks to Jen, Dot, Meg and Pete'n'Melissa. Written for Laura Smith (well, not technically) for the kissing snippets.

Date: June 26, 2004

Oz is still Oz, Xander notes. Chipped black polish on nails trimmed short, hair short, orange and spiky, skin pale as milk except for a sprinkling of freckles here and there.

"You have freckles," Xander says, then mentally kicks himself. To recover, he takes a sip of beer, savoring the cold as it slides down his throat.

"Yeah."

"Willow has freckles."

"Yeah."

Xander takes another sip of beer, lets his eyes wander over the people in the airport lounge before looking at Oz again. Oz looks really good.

After a while, Oz says, "Africa, huh?"

"Yeah." He's learned a few things about keeping his mouth shut since the last time he saw Oz. Mouth shut, ears and eye open.

"Is that where--"

"No."

Oz nods and drinks. His lips are full and pink and wrap around the bottle; he tips his head back slightly as he swallows, exposing the long expanse of his throat. Xander swallows hard.

They announce his flight, and he slings his duffel bag over his shoulder. "That's me."

Oz nods and they walk to the gate together, comfortably silent. Xander misses this. He has spent too much time traveling alone the past year, his only company his thoughts and the occasional newly-called Slayer, who is generally too overwhelmed for either of them to be comfortable.

"Well," Xander says when they arrive, feeling awkward. He doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to get on that plane alone. "This is it, I guess."

He leans forward to give Oz a hug, and finds that up close, Oz's mouth is even more attractive. Xander kisses him, feeling soft, warm lips against his, breathing in Oz's surprised exhalation.

When Oz opens his mouth, Xander slides his tongue in, tasting beer and sweet boyflesh. It's not the first time he's kissed another guy, though nobody knows about the time senior year Larry kissed the hell out of him in the boys' locker room.

But he can't think of Larry now, not with one of Oz's hands fisting in his shirt, the other sliding through his hair.

Xander shifts closer, wanting more, enjoying the feel of Oz's lean body pressed against his, hard and flat and nothing like a girl's.

"All passengers for flight fourteen-seventy-six to London Heathrow Airport now boarding."

He breaks the kiss reluctantly and stares at Oz, breathing heavily. There is a wolf whistle from somewhere and he can feel his face burn.

"Why don't you take a later flight?" Oz says, and Xander is a little annoyed that he doesn't seem affected at all, until he realizes Oz's face is flushed and his eyes are intent. His mouth is swollen and red, and Xander leans forward again to nip again at his lower lip.

"Yeah," he replies. "I think I will."

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