Suki Blue Fiction

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Chapter 1

“Love can build aaaa briiiidge…between your heart and miiiind.”

Xander grinned and lathered far too much shampoo into his hair. Ohmygod, what a great day this was.

“Love can build aaaa briiiidge…”

In fact, it had really been last night that was great. Today was just for floating and reminiscing and getting totally excited.

“…Love can build aaaa briiiidge… between your heart and miiiind.”

Last night… Xander took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he remembered. Last night, he had kissed Spike. Yup, that’s right, Spike. Six months of crushing and wishing and willing erections to go away and finally…he’d kissed Spike.

Or had Spike kissed him?

Xander shrugged. Who cares? The point is there was lippage, kissage and a small amount of touchage…well, just an elbow and a shoulder. But that was a start, right?

“Yeah! A damn good start! Love can build aaaa briiiidge, between your heart and miiiind.”

Xander carried on lathering, unaware that his head of bubbles was threatening to touch the ceiling.

And the extra special reason for the vigorous soaping, singing and the permanent grin?

A date. A first date.

Xander lathered some more and remembered.

“I like you, mate.”

“Um, really? I guess I kinda like you too. You’re…swell.”

Swell? Swell?! What kind of compliment was that?! Fix it! Fix it!

“I mean, you’re…good…um, wanna go out with me?”

“What, on a date or sommit?”

“Sure. You wanna?”

“Yeah. Alright.”

And then they had kissed. It had been a small kiss, no tongue and fairly chaste. More of a lip-to-lip peck, really. But still, men don’t kiss unless they’re romantically interested and maybe Spike was just taking it slow. Oh, yeah, definitely. Tongue down the throat and a grab for the sacred area a panicky Xander will make.

Slow is good. Slow is great. Whoever invented slow was the best inventor of all time.

Still, fast is good. Fast means Xander Jr gets some action. But then again, that would involve possible naked stuff. Was he even ready for that? Was he ready to lose the back end of his virginity?

Hell, yeah!!!

But…skeered.

The tower of bubbles finally sagged and toppled.

“Ow, ow! My eyes!” Xander screeched as he flailed like a blind man looking for his lost dog. “Where’s the damn towel?”

On the bed.

“Damn it!”

Inspiration struck and Xander stuck his head under the shower spray.

“Owowowowowowowow,” he complained as he rubbed at his stinging eyes.

Great. What a fantastic start, Xander thought bitterly. Our fist real date and I’m blind. Nice going, Xan-man.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, completely out of the blue, Xander had a dreadful realisation.

“This is our *first* date. The first one. The big one,” he said aloud. “Oh. My god. How could I have been so stupid? Of course it’s going to go wrong! First dates always do! And this is just the beginning!”

Xander climbed out of the shower before his legs decided to fail him. He felt his way through the apartment like a blind man that had given up looking for his dog and had thought ‘fuck the little bastard, I can manage on my own’.

The bed was eventually found with only a small amount of bumping and bruising and Xander sat down heavily on it and located his towel.

“Owwwwww,” he whined as he pressed his face into what should have been fluffy warm goodness but was actually stiff, cold crapness. Stoopid, cheap, crappy, bastard towels.

Xander squinted at the clock. Nope, wasn’t working. He picked up the clock and brought it closer.

OHMYGOD!

That was it. The panic was really on. It was three o’clock and that meant he only had four hours until Spike picked him up for their *first* date!

OHMYGOD! Four hours?! And I have absolutely nothing to wear!

Xander groaned and fell back against the bed.

So, he was blind, had nothing to wear and was dangerously short on time. Could things get any worse?

TBC…