Fic: Come Up And See Me Sometime 1/1 Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Title: Come Up And See Me Sometime. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Characters: Xander, Riley (Big Guy), Graham (Big Guy's Friend). Words: 1667 Prompt: Stranded, Xander gets a job offer from Graham or Riley. Fandom: Buffy: The Vampire Slayer Pairing: Xander/Graham Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, Groping. Summary: Xander is stuck in Oxnard, working in a strip club as he tries to get home. Author's Note: Post season 3, spoilers for season 4. ______________________________________
Clenching his eyes shut, Xander fought off the urge to bang his head against the phone nook. It was a small alcove littered with thousands of business cards. He was pretty certain the tacks holding them up would hurt. From the looks of a couple, though, he wasn't too sure he was the first to experience the head banging urge.
"No, mom, I cannot swing by and pick up a six back for Uncle Rory." Clenching his teeth, he looked to the ceiling for support. "I'm not even in the same county!"
When the line went dead it was not unexpected. It was a common occurrence.
He hung up with a sigh. For the past six weeks he had been phoning every day, wasting his hard earned quarters. Apparently the only time someone was sober enough to answer the phone was to ask for more booze.
Xander hated when Uncle Rory came to visit.
A quick glance to the clock above the phone told him his break was almost up. He did a check on his carpenter uniform. The leather vest laced tightly over his stomach matched his toolbelt. When nothing came up out of place, he took a calming breath. "Show time."
Well, not really.
Heading for the front, he picked up his serving tray from the stack of Michelobe cases. He never understood why they stocked it, no one ever ordered the damned things. Oh well, it wasn't his money to waste.
As he walked down the service entrance hall, he heard the thumbing base of dance music. That meant it was Cameron on stage. It would soon be over and the patrons would be thirsty. Ah, the life of a waiter in a strip club.
Stopping at the entrance door, Xander put on a brave face. He counted down the beats and knew exactly when the song ended. It was always the same song with that idiot.
A few half-assed whistled filled the club, but nothing too enthusiastic. That was Xander's cue.
Raising his tray, he plastered on a smile and pushed the door open. He saw Cameron picking up his few bills off the stage and snorted. If he changed the music, he would have probably earned a few more. The man certainly had the body and those blue eyes... Xander shivered.
Moving with the beat of the next song, he headed for the tables. There were several groups tonight and they looked to get drunk.
Reaching in to the deepest pocket of his toolbelt, Xander stopped at the nearest table. He studied them for an obvious leader. A cleared throat from one on the far side directed his search. Xander raised an eyebrow at the blond. "What can I get for you guys?"
Bigger than the rest, which was saying something considering their size, he made a point of meeting Xander's eyes. His rounded features gave him something of a boyish quality. He opened his mouth to speak, but the smile kept getting in the way.
Xander knew the type, he had seen them all the time. Big guy was embarrassed and trying not to laugh. This was probably a stag night and they had come here on a dare. "We have a dozen beers on tap, about twenty more in bottles." Staring back at the man, Xander noticed he had blue eyes.
Taking pity on his friend, the man to his right put a hand on Big Guy's shoulder. "We'll have three pitchers of whatever the house recommends." He grinned at Xander with a wink.
"Okay. Anything you want to eat to go along with that?" The moment Xander said it, he instantly regretted it. The assessing look from Big Guy's friend made him shiver. "Food wise, gentlemen."
Snickers erupted around the table.
Big Guy exploded in a massive blush and looked away. When his friend smacked him in the center of the back, he glared at him. "Just burgers, if you have any."
"Burgers and fries." The friend shook his head before looking back at Xander. "All the fixings. Ri here has a big appetite." He gave Big Guy's shoulder a playful shove. "For everything," he added with a wide grin.
Race beet red, Big Guy now avoided looking at Xander. He even went so far as to turn his chair. "Graham, I am going to kill you."
"Right, Burgers and Fries, Three Pitchers of Beer." After writing it down, Xander looked to the other four men at the table. They were busy also not looking at him.
Right, straight guys, probably a stag night.
He could have left it at that, but Xander was feeling brave tonight. "So, how much was the bet just to get you guys in here?"
Big Guy looked up at Xander, his mouth hanging open in astonishment. "How did you know?"
Triumph made Xander grin. He was so good at this!
"Jesus Christ, Ri, you are so friggen clueless sometimes." The friend looked embarrassed for his friend. Shaking his head, he made a dramatic example of rolling his eyes. "Five hundred if we stayed for a full hour. Beer and food included."
"Initiation or stag night?" Placing his pen and pad in the toolbelt, he balanced the tray on his hip.
Raising Big Guy's shirt sleeve, the friend exposed his new tattoo. "Initiation." He bared his own as proof. The giant hissing cobra had a mouthful of fangs.
It was so cheesy, Xander had a hard time keeping his smile from turning in to a full belly laugh. "Classic!"
Smiling at Xander, the friend flexed his muscle. "You like? We can fix you up with one too." He let his eyes trail over the teen's body. "Of course, you'll have to go through the training to earn it."
The brakes were slammed in Xander's head so fast he was nearly thrown out. Face freezing in the smile, he could only shake his head. "I'll just go get you those beers now."
Turning quickly, he marched over toward the bar. As the guys finally broke in to full on laughter, he relaxed a little. There was something about jarheads that made him nervous and a little comforted at the same time.
He had to pass a couple tables of customers to reach the bar. Thankfully, the next dance had started and they were too distracted to realize he was their server. By the time he stopped at the service station, he was feeling back to himself.
Xander nodded at Johnny while he set the tray down between the metal handles on the bar. "Three pitchers of whatever."
"Those guys giving you a hard time?" Picking up a pitcher, the bartender looked to Xander in question.
Xander shook his head and grabbed the hand rails. He had to lean over the bar to reach the glasses. "Nah, they're just being guys." Groaning, he pulled himself up.
That was enough for Johnny. Pitcher in hand, he strolled down to the other side of the bar where the taps were.
Grabbing the glasses three at a time, he set them on the bar next to him. When he had seven, he pushed himself off the bar. A pair of strong hands latched on to his hips to help him as he dropped back. "Ah!" This startled Xander so bad that he lost his hold on the handles.
"Whoa there!" The man braced himself as he caught the full weight of Xander against him. Leaning back so he could take more, the man wrapped his arms tightly around the teen. "I got you."
"Yeah, you do." Heart pounding, Xander's entire body tensed up. The guy's cheek was now pressed against his ear. Absently, he noted they fit, back to front, lined up perfectly. "Why is that, hmm?"
"You looked like you needed a hand." It was Big Guy's friend. He was very big, bigger than even Xander. His hands, they covered Xander's and more.
Xander knew he was no slouch, but this was seriously built. He could feel rock hard pecs against his shoulder blades. The arms holding him felt like they should have been wrestling something large, like a bear or something. Swallowing, he bit back his threatening girly scream. "Okay, I'm on the ground, you can let go now."
The guy chuckled deep in his throat. It reverberated through his touch and in to Xander. "Is that what you really want?"
"Yeah. I would really like that." Despite himself, Xander leaned back further. Those large hands slid down his arms to his stomach. "And you're not letting go, again."
"Sorry," he sounded anything but, "you just seem so comfortable. You fit like you belong there."
"You, uh, noticed that, did you?" Xander wanted to be angry at how his voice cracked. It was damn near impossible as he relaxed against the man.
"Yeah, I did." Grinding his hips forward, the man rubbed his hardening erection against Xander. "Would you like me to stop." Pushing one hand lower down Xander's stomach, he slipped his fingers between the gaps in the laces.
To Xander, that sounded like the stupidest idea ever. Closing his eyes, he reached up to slide a hand around the guy's neck. A throat clearing across the bar made him freeze. Eyes popping open, he looked over to Johnny. "Yes?"
"Not on company time." The bartender jerked a thumb over his shoulder at a sign that stated the same thing.
Sighing, the man gave Xander's body a final squeeze. "When you swing by the table I'll give you my number." He pressed a quick kiss to the teen's neck, then he was gone.
Feeling flushed and more than a little unsteady, Xander used the bar handles to keep his balance. He cleared his throat as he looked up at Johnny. "Fast night, huh?"
"You could say that." After putting the pitchers of beer on the tray, Johnny walked off.
Xander grinned. May be not being able to get home would work out to his advantage after all.