Title: Getting Distracted (Part seven continued from Pancakes in Seattle)

Author: Whiskey Meteor

Rating: PG-13

Summary: The boys spend some quality time in the bathroom stall.

Disclaimer: Everything BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon. And yes, there really is a town in Alberta called Vulcan.

Notes: Alternate ending to "Hell's Bells". After Xander walks out on his wedding he does not come back. As far as we know, the old man really was Xander from the future.

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Now it was Andrew's turn to be in shock.

He was sitting on a toilet in a stall in the men's room in an IHOP in Seattle, engaged in a gentle kiss with Xander Harris. Andrew was shocked that Xander had leaned in as he had- that their meeting of lips was mutual. Moreover, he was shocked that the kiss hadn't ended immediately, like the test kiss back in Sunnydale. This kiss lingered, pleasantly, with hands curling through hair and Xander's soft tongue licking away the salt tears that had rolled down Andrew's face to his lips. Gradually, Andrew's shock passed, and he was able to fully process what was happening. A hand at the nape of his neck, fingertips delving tentatively down past his collar. Soft murmurs and low sighs of approval making his heart beat loud in his chest. Hot full lips and a confident tongue leisurely playing against his own- Lips who's ghost Andrew knew would haunt him long after Xander had gone, spouting sighs and pleasure noises that would echo through his memory for a lonely eternity-

Andrew pulled back abruptly, taking a shaky gasp for breath, "I- I can't do this," he stammered.

Xander gave his head a little shake to clear his thoughts, and settled back to sitting on the floor in front of Andrew. He looked up at the other man uncertainly, "You can't do what?" he asked. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but..." Xander cocked his head to the side, "But I kinda got the impression that you wanted this too."

"I did," Andrew said insistently, "I- I *do*..." he gazed at Xander longingly.

Xander frowned, "Then what's wrong?"

"I..." Andrew fidgeted, and took another shaky breath, "I can't fall in love with you," he blurted out.

"Is that what we were doing?" Xander asked dryly.

Andrew whimpered, "That's what *I'm* doing," he said, shaking his head emphatically, "And I can't. Not again. I can't fall in love with someone who's just going to use me."

Xander frowned, "Andrew," he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"You have to go back to Sunnydale," Andrew babbled, "Maybe not right away... but your friends and your family- you'll have to go back to them." Xander waited for Andrew continue, "I *can't* go back," he said sadly, "So even- even if..." Andrew looked away, avoiding Xander's inquisitive stare, "Even if you fell in love with me too, you'd have to leave me in the end anyway."

Xander sighed, and took Andrew's hands in his, "My official reason for leaving Sunnydale with you was to figure out what I wanted," he explained, "...But the thing is, I've already figured it out." Xander rose to his knees so that his head was level with the other man's, "Andrew," he said softly, "I want *you*." Xander reached up, and with a hand under his chin, turned Andrew's head so that their eyes met again, "I do have to go back to Sunnydale eventually, but I promise that I won't leave until I can take you back with me."

Andrew looked into Xander's eyes, searching. He marveled at the colors as he had before- black and darkest brown, flecked with burnt gold like leaves in the fall. And searching still, behind the colors Andrew saw sincerity, truth, hope and promise. He smiled shyly and reached out, hands latching onto Xander's lapels to pull him slowly in for another kiss. Xander gasped in surprise and delight as their lips met again, and began exploring in a frenzy of wet tongue and blunt tooth and soft pliant lip. Andrew scooted back on the toilet, leaving room for Xander to join him on the seat, which he did eagerly. Then, pressed together and unwilling to break contact, the kiss continued to build in intensity. Raw desire burned hot between them, sparking at every place their bodies met. Andrew licked Xander's bottom lip into his mouth and teased it tenderly between his teeth, inciting a low moan of approval that grew to a pleasured growl as Andrew drew the lip past his teeth to suckle at it roughly. Then, without warning a toilet flushed loudly in a neighboring stall and Xander pulled back in surprise, his lip slipping out of Andrew's grasp with a wet pop. Both men waited, listening silently. There came the sound of a stall door opening, followed by foot steps, and then a tap running. Shortly after, there were foot steps again, and then finally the main door swinging open and shut. When the room around them was silent again, Andrew looked at Xander and giggled, "Do you think he heard us?" he whispered.

Xander chuckled, "Probably," he conceded, shaking his head in embarrassment.

"Maybe we should go somewhere a little more..." Andrew cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, "Less public?" he suggested.

"Where," Xander asked, raising his eyebrows, "Like a motel room?" Andrew's eyes widened, and Xander chuckled again, "Don't worry, I was joking," he said, and to Xander's surprise, Andrew pouted disappointedly. Unable to resist, Xander ducked in and caught the pout in a kiss, nuzzling Andrew's lips apart and nibbling softly at each one in turn. Andrew keened and knit his fingers through the hair at the back of Xander's head, holding him close. Finally they parted again, this time happily, and flushed and gasping for breath. "See?" Xander whispered, "I'm not going anywhere. I.Want.You."

Andrew cocked his head to the side cautiously, "Xander, why *do* you want me?" he asked.

Xander hesitated, and then thought of the nosy woman on the bus again. She'd said that he and Andrew looked comfortable together. Xander shrugged, "It has something to do with being comfortable," he explained.

"Being comfortable?" Andrew asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Xander explained, "Like... I'm comfortable kissing you even though we're sitting on a toilet in an IHOP in Seattle... and the seat is digging into my ass," he squirmed, trying to find a less awkward position on the toilet in front of Andrew.

Andrew smiled shyly, "That's sweet," he said, and raising his hand, Andrew traced a line lightly across Xander's lips. "You know," he said coyly, continuing to trace the gentle curve of Xander's mouth, "*I'd* be more comfortable if you kissed me again." Xander grinned and nipped at Andrew's finger, catching the digit between his teeth before Andrew could pull it away. Andrew let out a giggle that melted swiftly into a groan as Xander sucked the finger into his mouth, tickling the tip with his tongue. Andrew watched in rapt silence as Xander pulled back, letting the finger slip out of his mouth, grazing the sensitive underside with his teeth and leaving a small kiss at the tip, "Maybe we *should* get that motel room," he suggested breathlessly.

Xander opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a sudden, quiet beeping noise. He looked around, confused, for a moment before finally holding up his wrist and casting a reproving glare at his watch. "Damn," he hissed, "I guess we'd better head back to the bus-," but then Andrew's lips were on his again. The insistent beep of the alarm all but faded away; drowned out by the pleasure of flesh on flesh, and hearts beating wildly, and a warm slender hand sliding down Xander's chest to undo his fly. Andrew's hand slipped into Xander's pants and Xander cried out silently, his voice having been muted by the other man's mouth on his. Hips bucking up against Andrew's touch, Xander lost his balance and toppled back off of the toilet onto the floor. Andrew's hand may have been slender, but not enough to slip out of Xander's open fly as easily as it has slipped in. Consequently as Xander fell backwards, Andrew was pulled down on top of him, hand lodged firmly in Xander's pants. "Ow," Xander exclaimed in irritation as they hit the floor with a muffled thump, "I vote that we never do this in a bathroom stall again."

"Agreed," Andrew nodded emphatically, extracted his hand from Xander's pants, struggled to his feet, and sat back down on the toilet seat.

Xander grabbed hold of Andrew's knees and pulled himself up so that he was kneeling in front of the other man. "I said I never wanted to do this here *again*..." he let his hands slip up to Andrew's waist and circle around to rest hooked over the top button on his pants, "*Again* implies next time." Grinning devilishly, he tugged at the fly until it popped open, "But this time..." Xander ducked forward, his dark hair falling onto his forehead, and Andrew took his second turn that morning at being pleasantly in shock.

The end

To be continued...