Backfire - Spander Files

Because halfway through dinner, his scar started to burn and he immediately got
hard. For Spike.
So Xander sat there. Trying to enjoy his linguini and being very uncomfortable. He
did his best not to look at Angel so that Buffy didn’t get the wrong idea and racked
his brain for a topic of conversation that would lighten everyone’s mood.
“So, uh, Oz…Dingoes playing the Bronze again anytime soon?”
“Three weeks.”
“Ah…" Big help, Oz, thanks.
It wasn’t until they were gathered in the living room and opening presents that the
tension finally broke. Christmas will do that. Xander played Santa and passed out
the gifts, mostly because it kept him moving and hid the fact that he was getting
increasingly twitchy.
Willow was giddy as she tore the wrapping off her gifts, although she continued to
remind everyone that she was Jewish and that these here “holiday” presents, not
Christmas presents. Her Jewishness didn’t prevent her from taking advantage of the
mistletoe that hung at the entrance to the hallway. She and Oz shared a small chaste
kiss when they passed each other going to and from the bathroom. It was incredibly
sweet and romantic and Xander had to adjust himself in his pants because any form
of touching was going to drive him nuts.
Which was why Xander found himself dragging Cordy into his bedroom when she
insisted on running her hand along his thigh at one point during the gift frenzy. He
had her on the bed, grinding his dick into her hip and kissing her frantically before
she could gather her senses, do the appropriate thing, and push him off.
She stood up, smoothed her dress out and pointed at him accusingly. “Major party
faux-pas, Xander.”
“How so?”
“One, you are a host, you have guests, and you should be doing host-like things.