Xander burrowed deeper into the couch, took a long drink of his beer and sighed in contentment. His weekend had arrived. Not that it was really the weekend, but two days off work were two days off work, whether they started with 'S' or not.

And no work meant more time to spend just like this, sprawled out on the couch between William and Spike - eating, drinking, and staring at the television - sometimes making a real effort to fend off Will's wandering hands for the sake of modesty, sometimes not so much.

Every once in a while, Will's enthusiasm would nudge Xander into Spike's space, but all Xander ever got from Spike was a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Sometimes a couple of raised fingers and twice, Spike had stolen his beer and given him a 'try to stop me, wanker' stare.

In a weird way, whether Xander wanted him there or not - and he wasn't entirely sure he didn't want Spike there - Spike was a part of his normal life.

And it was a lot warmer on the couch with three bodies than with one or even two - at least, that's what Will had said to persuade Xander back into his bed, which really was big enough for three to sleep in.

Which is all that happened when the three of them shared the bed: sleep.

But if Xander had learned anything in the past week, it was that a man had to choose his battles and that when it came to denying Will anything, Xander was pretty much guaranteed to lose.

That, and that a horny William was a persistent William. Oh yeah, and that a William who had only had Xander to himself a grand total of two times in the week since Spike's fight was a very horny William.

One might have thought that the...well, difficulties of William's first go at sex would dampen his enthusiasm for the pursuit.

One would have been so wrong.

There had been a time when Xander's Neanderthal teenaged male brain had thought the worst thing that could possibly happen to a guy during sex was going soft. It had also thought that would never happen to him.

It had also been very wrong.

Xander now knew the humiliation and horror of being too excited. Excited until nervous happened and when that nervous happened, it was Goodbye, Mr. Chips! And okay that analogy was maybe kind of wrong for the situation. It was goodbye, Mr. Happy too.

But it was not goodbye, William.

That was his first lesson in the fact that a horny William was a persistent William. A persistent William who changed the rhythm without missing a beat - who didn't say a word, just slowed things down like the experienced pro Xander had been trying to be, even if that pro fumbled and his hands shook and sometimes a hard elbow bumped a hard rib. A persistent William who gently rolled Xander off him so they both lay on their sides and just kissed Xander as if they weren't naked and on the bed and about to take things to the next level - as if they were mostly clothed and on the couch and just fooling around as usual.

No pressure.

Unless you counted the pressure that had built right back up in Xander's cock. And right there Xander had picked up another valuable lesson - okay, a couple more valuable lessons.

Lesson the first: while Xander's brain was the village idiot, his body was the village whore and responded eagerly once his brain had been deactivated.

Lesson the second: William learned fast and wasn't afraid to make mistakes.

And lesson the bonus: Little Xander loved it when William experimented on him.

Overall, their first time together scored a 3.1 on technical merit but a whopping 9.9 on creativity. And the second time...

Xander was shaken out of his reverie by a twenty thrust under his nose.

"We need more beer, mate." Spike toed the empty cardboard box with his foot as if he wasn't drinking the last of Xander's beers and as if he hadn't drunk at least half of that box all by himself. And as if William wasn't curled up in Xander's lap like an amorous kitten. An amorous kitten Xander would really like to do more than pet and okay maybe a little walk in the cold would do him some good.

William slipped two fingers in between the buttons of Xander's shirt and tweaked a nipple, the picture of disheveled innocence.

Xander knew better. He still yelped - but he knew better.

Oh yes. William was the evil twin and Xander was absolutely besotted. He swallowed tightly. "Want some pizza?"

"With sausage."

Which should so not be making Mr. Happy any happier but hello! Hormonal young guy here!

"And wings - make 'em hot this time, mate. No more of that mild shite."

"Show off," Xander muttered. But he was smiling. Beer, pizza, wings, and the time to cool down before William made him come in his pants. Just what the doctor ordered.

Xander stood, carefully depositing his amorous boyfriend-kitten on Spike's side of the couch, where said boyfriend-kitten immediately snuggled up into the alternate source of warmth.

Xander and Spike shared a look and a small chuckle. William was a shameless warmth whore.

Xander picked up the phone and ordered the food for carryout. The place wasn't far from the convenience store and that way he'd save on the delivery tip. He bundled up for the walk, then headed back over to the couch and bent down to give Will a goodbye kiss.

And as Xander pulled away, there was Spike's face. Their eyes met and then Spike was pushing his lower lip out into a pout that was half joke, half dare. Without even stopping to think about it, Xander leaned back down and kissed the pout away.

And kissed and kissed and kissed.

And started to wonder why he hadn't been doing this Spike-kissing thing more often. But when he broke the kiss and looked over at Will's face, he remembered why.

Because Will was grinning like the boyfriend-kitten who swallowed the canary.

And that was still just wiggy. Major wiggins.

He couldn't look at Will, so he looked back toward Spike. Spike was looking at the television, so he looked toward the door. The door was his friend. He used it. Quickly.

As the door closed and locked behind Xander, Will turned his canary-eating grin on Spike.

"So why didn't you tell me again?"

Spike didn't have to ask what Will was talking about. Will had asked before. More than once. Spike just hadn't answered yet. He sighed.

"What was to tell? Just bodies, pet."

"Marion."

"Yours, isn't he?"

"Doesn't have to be."

Spike snorted and looked down. "Yeah, right."

"He wants you."

"He doesn't even like me."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours."

"Mine?"

"Yeah. Look like a complete tosser next to you, don't I?"

Will tried to scowl at Spike but failed when faced with a teasing smirk and gentle fingers rubbing the back of his neck. "Like an absolute bastard," he confirmed. "He only needs to get to know you. Get past the prickly outside - "

"To the prickly inside."

"To the mushy inside."

"Dunno what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't, Spike. Because you're tough, through and through." William rolled his eyes. "Just take him out."

"What?"

"Take him out. Go somewhere with him. Do something fun. Talk. Laugh. Snog. I hear it's what all the young people are doing these days."

Spike thought for a second, frowned. "'M not taking your boyfriend on a sodding date."

"I'm not asking you to read him poetry by candlelight. Go do something manly. Knock over a liquor store. I don't care. Just get to know him."

"So what? We can all hold hands and skip through fields of daisies? Not what I'm looking for, pet."

"How about a good shag then? He's an awfully good shag."

"That right?"

"That's right."

"You'd know what a good shag's like then, would you?"

"The last time? I came so hard, I shot brain matter, Spike."

"That's the reason you're suggesting this cocked up plan, right?"

"Marion!"

"Maybe I don't want him!"

"You're about two wanks in the loo and a goodbye kiss too late to try that one on me."

Spike looked away, slouched down into the couch and stared blindly at the television. "What if he says no?"

"You've never let that stop you before." Will squirmed until he was a warm and affectionate extension of Spike.

"Didn't matter before."

Will watched Spike not look at him and tucked his head onto Spike's shoulder, closed his eyes. "He'll say 'yes'."

"If you tell him to," Spike muttered.

Will's hand came up to smack him in the chest. "If you ask him."

Spike didn't respond, just clasped William's hand to his chest and stroked at William's hair, and they absently followed the drama on the screen until they heard the keys in the locks.

Xander hurried in, smiling and shivering, arms piled with bags and boxes, his cheeks flushed with cold. "I've got wings, pizza and beer. Get 'em while they're hot. Except for the beer, which we drink cold here in America, thank you very much."

Spike extracted himself from Will and walked over to take the bags from Xander and set them on the kitchen counter. He snagged a can of beer, popped it open and took a drink, grimaced. "With the swill you lot call beer, bloody well better drink it cold. Else you'd actually have to taste it."

"Hey!" Xander protested even as he laughed and grabbed a piece of pizza. "There's perfectly good beer in America... Just not in our budget."

Xander didn't notice William getting up and going into the bathroom, but Spike sure did. And he knew what it meant.

"Um, y'know... there's - there's this bar over on Wilson's got decent beer on tap. Don't card and there's some pool tables in the back. They've, uh - they've got drink specials Thursday nights."

"Huh," Xander said as he grabbed a can of beer to wash down the pizza. "I'll have to check it out sometime."

Silence from Spike, conspicuous silence, and the pop of Xander's beer can as it opened seemed to echo in it and somewhere in Xander's brain something clicked. Spike had - Oh shit! Spike had just asked him on a date. Major fumble. Xander attempted a recovery.

"I mean we! We should check it out sometime. You and I. Like tomorrow night. Which is Thursday. With the specials. So yeah, that would be good, right?"

Xander could actually see Spike's posture relax, slip into studied apathy. Spike shrugged.

"Sure, mate. If you want."

Xander nodded. "I want."