Let's Get Pissed...

"Xander's Drunken Sex Romp"

A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fanfiction Story

Author: Jason Thompson

Pilamsega@yahoo.com

March 29, 2000

Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a guy he wrote a story with

characters and settings he didn't own, but he put a disclaimer on his story and that made it a little less illegal. BTVS and Angel are owned by Joss, Fox, Mutant Enemy, and the WB. I don't own anything except the situation characters are in.

Category: Xander/Joyce PWP

Spoilers: Minor for season 4

Warnings:

Summary: Xander gives Joyce a bottle of Scotch for her Birthday, Joyce

shares a drink and something more...

Rating: NC-17

Distribution: You want MY story? How nice of you, please help yourself, but if it ends up on a site somewhere, drop me a line so I can show all my friends.

Notes: None.

Dedication: As always, dedicated to Princess, and the other Ficapalooza Smut Queens. Also dedicated to anyone who's had a drunken sex romp with someone you never thought you'd sleep with.

Let's Get Pissed...

Joyce Summers was having a lousy birthday. Other than a call from her

daughter no one even acknowledged it. Now it was ten o'clock, two more

hours and it would be over. She sat in her living room, watching TV, but

not really paying attention to the program when a knock at the door came.

She stood up from the couch and walked to the front door, "Who is it?"

"It's Xander Harris, Buffy's friend." Joyce quickly became worried until

Xander said, "I have a present for your birthday."

Joyce opened the door and purposely didn't invite Xander in, when he stepped

through the door she released the breath she had been holding. "How are you

tonight Xander?"

"I'm good, I was going to try and stop by earlier, but work didn't allow for

that." He reached into his jacket and produced a fifth of very expensive

scotch. "Happy birthday."

Joyce took the bottle, smiled and led Xander into the living room. "Why

Xander, are you trying to get me drunk?"

Xander's eyes twinkled in a mischievous way, "Not drunk, just relaxed enough

for me to give you your REAL birthday present."

Joyce smirked, "You sure you can handle me?"

"Is that a challenge or an invitation?" Joyce laughed.

She left for the kitchen to retrieve two glasses. 'Well Joyce, where is

this conversation headed?' She answered her unspoken question under her

breath. "Straight into the gutter." She cast a glance back at Xander. He'

s a very handsome young man... 'Whoa Joyce, stop thinking of him that way he's

a... A what? A single, nineteen year old man, who's flirting with you? Who's

it going to hurt to flirt with him a little bit? Nobody.' Joyce nodded

slightly, the matter decided. She went to the freezer to retrieve some ice.

***

Xander stood in the living room wondering exactly where his conversation

with Joyce was going. "Okay Xander, what's going on? You're hitting on

Joyce. You need to cut it out." Then his mind brought up the question why,

and God help him, he couldn't think of a reason why not. So he decided, he

could flirt but not hit on... Of course he didn't remember at the time that

the lines between flirting and hitting on blur when you split a bottle of

Scotch with someone.

Joyce returned with two glasses. She opened the bottle and poured them each

a drink. "I know you aren't twenty-one, but you brought the bottle so it's

only fair that you have a drink with me." She handed him a glass. She held

up her glass. "To me on my birthday. May I always be in the company of

handsome younger men as the years roll by." She finished with a wicked

gleam in her eye.

Xander cocked his head and clinked her glass as he said. "Here, here."

They took a drink, both pleasantly surprised at how easily the scotch

traveled down their throats. Heating their throats as it did. Xander

looked at her with a straight face, "So you turned, what twenty-one,

twenty-two?"

Joyce smiled, "Yep, twenty-one. Don't let anyone tell you different

either." They laughed and Joyce took another drink. She claimed the

bottle and led them to the couch.

***

They were almost all the way through the bottle of scotch and were

definitely enjoying themselves. Something which is easy to do when you're

lit up like a match. Joyce was claimed by a fit of giggles at something

Xander said.... Did Xander say something? Xander quickly joined her in

laughter before Joyce asked. "What are we laughing about?"

Xander stopped laughing and thought for a moment. "We had a reason?"

Joyce laughed hysterically at the comment, eventually laughing so hard that

she fell over. Her head landing on Xander's thigh. The laughter faded away

when Joyce realized Xander was smoothing her hair away from her face. She

merely looked up at him as he smiled down at her. She closed her eyes,

"Mmm, this is nice."

"Yeah."

Joyce sat for a while before a thought entered her head. "A DANCE!" She

leapt off the couch and staggered to the stereo. Turning it on, she found

the soft jazz station. It was playing an appropriate enough song. "Dance

with me?"

Xander got to his feet and swayed over to her on drunken legs. Xander

encircled her in his arms and Joyce rested her cheek against his chest and

wrapped her arms around his neck. They swayed to the music and Joyce

inhaled Xander's scent, while Xander smelled Joyce's hair. They danced a

little longer before the song came to an end. Xander started to release

Joyce when she held tight. Xander's hands stopped at her hips. Joyce

kissed his chest through his shirt.

Xander kissed the top of her head. Joyce Kissed his throat, so Xander

kissed her forehead. Joyce kissed his chin, so Xander kissed the tip of her

nose. Joyce kissed his cheek, Xander kissed her cheek in return. They

stared at each other. Joyce leaned up and kissed him on the lips, pulling

him to her tightly. Xander was surprised at first, he thought of Anya for a

moment until the gentle pressure on his lips and quiet whimpers made him

forget about Anya and how she dumped him last weekend.

Here was someone who wanted him, and he would freely admit that he wanted

her. Xander returned her kiss bringing Joyce to him. They were flush

against each other separated only by a few layers of cloth. Xander felt

Joyce's tongue touch his lips in a questioning manner. Xander opened his

lips to her and Joyce touched her tongue to his sending a jolt of lust

through them. Xander's hand slid around and cupped her ass, bringing a moan

from her. She broke the kiss, looking him over with naked desire. She

quickly untucked his T-shirt and began to draw it over his chest. "Time to

unwrap my present."

She pulled it over his head and cast it to the floor, "I thought you'd never

get to this one."

Joyce kissed his naked chest while she fumbled with his fly. "You still

think you can handle me?"

Xander smirked at her before grabbing her and pinning her against the wall

driving the air from her lungs with a scorching kiss. She opened her mouth

to him and felt his tongue ravage her mouth. Xander pressed the bulge in

his pants against her stomach while he cupped her breast, rubbing the nipple

and feeling it harden with excitement. Xander broke their kiss. "Does that

answer your question?"

Joyce merely smirked, "I may not let you leave my bed room, ever."

"You keep me fed and I'll gladly stay there." Joyce walked up the stairs

followed by Xander.

When they made it into the bedroom, Joyce led him to the bed and stripped

him down to his boxers. She kissed him briefly before exploring his face

with her lips. She moved onto his throat, down to his collarbone biting him

gently. She was rewarded with a shudder from him. She continued her slow

torturous exploration of his upper body.

Moving over his pecs pausing at each nipple to tease it with her teeth, lips

and tongue. She could see her exploration was having the desired affect, as

his boxers were painfully tented. Despite her desire to bury his cock

inside of her for the rest of the night, she continued. Slowing her descent

the further down she traveled.

Xander began to breath shallow and fought the urge to throw her on the bed a

fuck her right through the bed. His knees became weak and he braced himself

up against the bed. She kissed, licked and nibbled her way over his

stomach. Finally she reached the waist of his boxers, she inched it down

his legs trailing it with kisses, nibbles, licks and bites. Everywhere but

the one part straining the most for attention.

Joyce continued her exquisite torture of her young lover until his boxers

were pooled on the floor. She looked up under her lashes to see Xander

leaning heavily against the bed, his eyes clenched shut, ad sweat forming

little beads on his brow. His chest moved up and down shallowly. Joyce

flushed with pride, she had the boy wrapped around her finger. He was ready

to blow his top and she had even touched his cock. "Lay down on the bed."

Xander gratefully obliged her and sank down on the bed.

Joyce crawled up his legs, letting her hair tickle his thighs. She wrapped

her lips around his head and teased it with her tongue. Xander let out a

strangled cry as Joyce began to take more of him into her mouth slowly,

while she fondled his balls. Xander growled when she relaxed her throat to

take him all the way to the base.

Joyce pulled back enough for her to start bobbing up and down on him, her

tongue lightly flicking the head and her teeth lightly grazing him. Joyce

reached up with her free hand and ran her hand over his flat stomach.

Xander pulled raged breaths into his lungs and began to moan out Joyce's

name. This encouraged Joyce and she ran her fingernails over his inner

thighs. Xander groaned and thrust up into Joyce's mouth. She moved with

him to keep from choking on him. She gently pushed Xander back down and set

to bringing him off. It didn't take long as ran her tongue along the base

and wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked. Xander shot his seed

down her throat.

Xander lay on the bed panting. Joyce crawled up Xander's body and nestled

into his side. Xander opened his eyes and pulled Joyce to him kissing her

hungrily. He broke the kiss, "Your turn..." He gently pulled her sweatshirt

over her head and placed kisses over the freshly exposed flesh. Joyce

tangled her fingers in his hair, closed her eyes and let her head fall

backward.

"Mmm, Xander..." Xander reached behind Joyce and unclasped her bra, sliding

the garment off. He looked at the woman he held, her body was amazing.

Joyce became uncomfortable under his gaze. Xander, seeing this, smiled.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

Joyce blushed, "You've thought of me?"

Xander gave her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I mean... You're smart, funny,

caring, sexy."

Joyce smiled and blushed even more deeply before kissing him. "That's very

sweet, but you've already got me in bed, you don't need to sweet talk."

Xander smiled wickedly, "Good point." He Kissed her, his tongue gently

prying her mouth open to play with hers. He guided her back, then broke the

kiss. He set a fiery trail of kisses to her ear. He nibbled on it then

moved down her neck. He stopped to suck on her pulse point. Joyce gasped

as Xander kissed along her collarbone.

Xander came to her breast and gently took the tip into his mouth, lightly

nipping at it and moving over it with his tongue. He could feel himself

beginning to harden again. Joyce arched up into his mouth and began to

pant. He paid equal attention to each breast bringing sighs and moans from

Joyce. "Xander please... I need you inside me..."

Xander didn't have to be asked twice, he quickly pulled off her pants and

panties in one motion. Joyce wrapper her thighs around Xander waist, he

pushed himself into her gently. She used her legs to set a slow, torturous

rhythm. Xander put his hands on either side of Joyce's head and descended

on her lips. Xander began to quicken the pace and Joyce began to gasp

coming closer and closer with each thrust. Her voice rose higher and

higher, quickly becoming a loud sustained scream as her orgasm took her.

Xander pumped into her as she spasmed around his cock, finally Xander let go

and pumped his seed deep within her before he slumped down on top of her.

***

The first thing Joyce became aware of was the pounding of her temples,

follow quickly by the sound of her alarm. She blindly grouped for the

clock, then realized she was on the wrong side of the bed. She rolled over

and came nose to chest with someone... Her mind quickly backtracked, coming

up with Xander as her only visitor yesterday. Her movement caused Xander

to wrap his arms around her more tightly. Her first instinct was to melt

into his embrace.

She snuggled into him and Xander sighed. She felt more than heard Xander's

voice as he said. "Good morning."

Joyce smiled as Xander stroked her back, "Good morning. So I gather from

your tone that you don't regret anything we did last night?"

"No, not at all." Joyce released a breath into Xander chest, not realizing

she had been holding it. "Were you worried I would be?"

"A little, I mean you're young and handsome, and I'm just an old..." Xander

leaned down and stopped her with a kiss.

Xander rolled onto his back bring Joyce with him. "Hey, you're a ravishing

women, and if I'm remembering last night clearly, you and I were damned good

together." Joyce blushed and giggled like a school girl. She started to

place kisses on Xander's chest making her way up his throat to his lips.

The phone rang, stopping Joyce. Xander picked up the phone and handed it to

Joyce. "Hello? Oh hi Buffy... No I'm not sick, I just woke up... That's nice,

no I had a little company..." Joyce did everything to suppress a giggle as

Xander nibbled on her free ear. "No, I think I'm just going to spend the

day doing things around the house. She smiled wickedly down at Xander.

"Okay, love you too sweetheart... Bye-bye." She hung up the phone and placed

it on the table next to her.

Xander smirked up at her, "So, you're going to be doing some things around

the house today? I'd like to state for the record that I am a thing."

Joyce leaned down and kissed Xander hungrily, "I meant that you and I are

going to be doing things, around the house. The bedroom, the bathroom, the

kitchen, the living room, I've always had a fantasy of taking a man and

fucking him in every room of my house."

Xander's eyes widened, "I like this plan."

"So let's get started..." Joyce kissed him hungrily and they began to make

Joyce's fantasy come true.

--The End--