Backfire - Spander Files

Five minutes later and they were resting side by side on the sheetless mattress. It
took that long for Xander to get his breathing under control and ask, “What the fuck
was that, Deadboy?”
“Just trying something new.”
“Yeah, ok, good, but…why?”
“Thought you wanted to make it better. You know…bearable.”
“I did. But it was already fine. That was just…just…”
“Thank you?” Angel’s hand scooted across the mattress and clamped down lightly
on Xander’s hip. He held it there for a few moments then started stroking his thumb
over the cooling flesh.
“Angel…”
“Hm?”
“Please don’t touch me.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
Xander got up, gathered his clothes and threw them into his bedroom before getting
into the shower.
Later, he found Angel in the living room, slouched on the couch and staring at the
wall. Xander made an attempt to move past the weird after-sex moment.
“So, we should Christmas this place up if we’re gonna have people over in a few
days. Should get a tree. And maybe get one of those veggie trays from the
supermarket. Can you pick up champagne or something? Something the girls would
like.”
“Xander…”