Title: Talking the Talk
Author: Moonloon
Email: maryavatar@gmail.com
Website: Amused and Abused
Feedback: maryavatar Rating: Hard R
Fandom: Buffy
Paring: Andrew/Warren
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters Andrew Wells and Warren Mears. I'm borrowing them without permission for non-profit and debauched purposes. I'll sponge them down before I put them back, honest.
Summary: Written for the contrelamontre 'If you tell anyone, I'll kill you' challenge

Andrew felt dizzy, and a little sore.  Warren had leapt off the bed as soon as he'd come, leaving him gasping and disoriented, alone on sweat and semen-dampened sheets.  He heard Warren moving around, and cleaning up, but didn't really feel able to move himself.

The room stopped spinning eventually, and Andrew rolled over to see Warren perfectly composed, and engrossed in one of his projects.  No sign that ten minutes earlier he'd been buried in Andrew's ass and yelling hot dirty things about fucking tight little twinks.

"You know how I feel about you, don't you?"  Warren said, not looking at him but hunched over something with dozens of colourful wires.

"I guess."  Andrew shrugged and pulled on his tee shirt.

A quick flickering glance over the electronics.  "Good.  I don't have to it say then."

That brought a pang.  He'd have liked to hear it.  Really wanted to hear Warren murmur 'Andrew, I love you'.  It wasn't manly to talk about that stuff though, and Warren was very manly.  No flaming for Warren Mears, nope.

"I do too.  You know, feel that way.  About you."

Warren looked up and stared at Andrew for a moment, his eyes dark and unreadable.  "I know."  The mouth tightened for a moment. "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."

Andrew didn't doubt that for a moment.