The alarm clock was going off and someone's hand was on his crotch.

Xander groped for a free pillow and clasped it over his head to drown out the world. *Please, Mom, just a few more minutes.* Then the hand on his crotch started to stroke and suddenly Xander wasn't thinking about sleep anymore, nor his mother for that matter.

Xander thrust his hips gently with a slow morning rhythm and wondered idly whose hand he was thrusting into. He considered taking the pillow off his head to look, but there was probably sunlight seeping into the room and sunlight was bad. Yucky, icky sunlight that meant he had to get up and go to work. He didn't want anything to do with it.

Still, if it got to the point where he needed to cry out somebody's name, it'd be good to get it right. He tried to puzzle it out.

He was lying on his left side and the hand was coming from behind, obviously belonging to the warm, hard body spooned against his back rather than the warm, hard body lying in front of him. Xander vaguely recalled that it was William on the right side of the bed when they went to sleep, which would make it William's hand.

Except that they tended to shift around during the night, one person getting up to pee and then settling in wherever he could find room on his return. And since he was lying on his left, that meant the hand from behind was a right hand. And though both of his boys were definitely left-handed, Spike could do great things with his off hand. And the hand on his cock was doing great things, so it could definitely be Spike. Tough call.

But as lovely as this was to wake up to, whoever it was was going to make Xander late for work. And if there was one thing Faith was a stickler for, it was punctuality. Oh hell, who was he kidding? Faith was a stickler for pretty much everything and Xander knew he'd been letting her down lately. He knew that if she didn't love him so much, she'd have fired his ass days ago. He knew this because she'd said so, had pulled him into the back room yesterday and said:

"Harris, if I didn't love you so much, I'd have fired your ass days ago. You want me to keep giving you overtime, you'd better get your act together."

And he really couldn't blame her.

But he had his act together - he had this act together in a 'Letters to Penthouse' way and Dear Penthouse! whoever didn't have his hand on Xander's cock had his mouth on Xander's nipple and a handle on the slick because a talented left hand was wriggling its way around Xander's hip and hello, fingers! -

And then with the lips trading with the hand and the cock with the fingers and Xander was the happy filling of a twin sandwich and nobody would ever believe him if he swore he was late to work because he was doing double duty to service two sexy blue-eyed blond twins who were sex maniacs and wouldn't let him out of the apartment without each having his wicked way with him first.

Okay. Faith might believe him.

But she had a wicked blonde of her own and what Buffy lacked in twin, she made up for in stamina -

Or so Xander had heard - you know - through the grapevine.

And he should be way more wigged at coming to a soundtrack of the California Raisins than he was.

"What the fuck are you humming?" Growled into Xander's ear and that answered that question.

"Spike - jesus - gonna be late for - " It was a good thing they all knew it was work Xander would be late for because William chose that moment to surface from the sea of blankets and bodies, licking his lips like a cat going for the last of the cream and was that Spike's hand on William's hip helping William rub, rock, n' roll and *what is it with the music analogies today?*

In a desperate bid to keep his job and the only source of household income, Xander dragged himself off the bed and into the shower. His hopes of a quick shower were dashed when William followed him and Xander might have tried to insist he didn't have time except that it was William and William's hard cock and Xander realized that while he'd come down Will's throat, William hadn't come at all and fair was fair so Xander dropped to his knees.

Being the helpful boy he was, William came quickly and did manage to wash Xander's hair while Xander was down there, so all in all not much time was wasted.

Thankfully, since Spike had already fallen back asleep, Xander was able to get dressed without interruption and fifteen minutes later, a towel-clad William sent Xander out the door with a cup of coffee and a kiss, only five minutes late to work and only a little sore. It was a new record.

Faith was impressed.

And she said so.

"I'm impressed."

"I'm five minutes late."

Faith tossed him the time card. "Twenty five minutes early, kid."

"You said I had to be at work by ten."

"She lied." Buffy patted Xander's shoulder.

Xander smiled in relief. "I don't deserve you, Faith."

"Damn right you don't."

Six hours later, the morning's genuine smile had been replaced with something wider and faker and Xander swore if he heard one more kid between the ages of three and twelve whine about french fries, he'd shove a couple of those fries up its snotty little nose. He handed the mother in front him her change and said something. Judging by her polite smile, he assumed he'd told her to have a nice day and not that her children were clearly the demon spawn of a particularly evil hell dimension...but it was hard to say.

He turned to the next customer and his plastic smile melted under the heat of a wicked blue gaze.

"Afternoon, pet."

"Spike."

"How ya holdin' up?"

"Better now." Xander reached out and trailed his fingers over the back of Spike's hand where it rested on the counter. "Can I get you something?"

Spike flipped his hand over and slid a single finger up and down Xander's palm. Xander would never have guessed that such a simple gesture could be so obscene. "Actually, thought I might give you a little something. Can you take a break?"

"Faith?" Xander called over his shoulder without moving his hand. "Mind if I take my fifteen?"

Xander heard a laugh, which Xander took to mean that Faith had seen Spike and knew exactly what he was asking for. But Xander didn't give a damn, as long as she said...

"Yeah, sure. But I do expect you back in fifteen."

Xander looked straight into Spike's eyes. "Fifteen?"

Spike's tongue curled over his teeth. "I can work with that."

By minute four, Xander's pants were on the floor of the employee restroom.

By minute six, Xander's ass was resting on the cold porcelain sink and its cold metal faucet was digging into his back.

By minute nine, Xander didn't care anymore because his legs were flung over Spike's shoulders and two slick fingers were working in and out of his ass, fast and hard.

By minute eleven, that ass was clenching around Spike's cock while Spike's mouth swallowed his groans and whimpers.

Minute thirteen was spent cleaning up.

Minute fourteen was spent getting dressed.

By minute fifteen, Xander was ready to face the rest of his shift.

And by minute sixteen, Spike had smacked Buffy on the ass, lived to tell the tale and disappeared into the night like a horny gay superhero. Without the cape.

*My hero.* Because Xander discovered he had a lot more patience for whining little kids when his ass was still in Happy Land and the rest of him was floating along on enough endorphins to carry him through the end of his shift and all the way home.

Of course, when he got home, William was waiting for him - arms, legs, lips and naughty fingers catching him by the belt loops and pulling him to the bathroom and under the shower for Xander's ritual de-greasing.

With the water running and William's lips around his cock, Xander got a strong sense of deja vu before he lost all sense and all self-control and lost his mind for the third time that day.

Then he was sinking to the floor with a whimper that might have been let me die now and I will ask for nothing more - I am a happy man or possibly have mercy on me!.

Xander wasn't sure, but William's hands felt so nice on his scalp and who knew being degreased was so sexy when a guy had someone to do it for him?

At some point, William turned off the water and drew Xander gently out of the shower. Xander appreciated this because he suspected that left to his own devices, he might have drowned. They said you could drown in just a couple inches of water. That wouldn't be fun.

William also took it upon himself to dry Xander off. And that would have been all kinds of sexy fun, except that Xander's body had declared itself immune to all stimulation. Still, it was nice to be touched.

And it was nice to be taken to the couch and cuddled. And when Will told Xander all about a book he'd been reading, at no point during the recounting could Xander have repeated back a single word Will had said, but it was nice just to hear William's voice.

Xander drifted off to the soothing tones and Will's fingers combing through his hair, waking only slightly when Spike came home and helped Will carry him off to bed.