Notes: This is Andrew from seasons 6 and 7 of Buffy. Originally written for Virgin Lex Challenge 8: Welcome to my Fandom. www.livejournal.com/community/virginlex. Thank you to those of you who gave me feedback on this there. :)

Pretending to read, Lex watched as the small, effeminate, blonde cousin of his roommate wandered around his dorm room. The boy ran his fingers over Lex's books, flipped through Lex's music with a bored expression, then finally sat down on his cousin's bed. To stare at Lex.

Already annoyed at his roommate for dumping the cousin with him while he went to his lacrosse game, Lex stared back, aiming for contempt. The blonde just stared back, as if waiting for Lex to whip out a unicycle and juggle for him.

Finally Lex just couldn't take it anymore, and he snapped, "What?!"

The boy immediately looked away and down and kneaded his hands into the bedspread. Apparently finding some sort of fountain of bravery inside himself, the boy looked back up at him and spoke. "How old are you?"

Lex winced at the kid's voice. It was nasally, high-pitched, and almost still cracking with puberty. "How old are you?" Petty, he knew. But he didn't know how old this kid was, either.

"I'm sixteen!" The words were spoken with nearly the same tone as a guy celebrating his twenty-first birthday.

"Down, killer. Sixteen doesn't get you much. Except driving, I suppose." Lex had been driving since he was thirteen, not that his father knew it, so sixteen wouldn't be quite the milestone for him as it would be for most kids.

The kid practically bounced on the mattress. "It means I'm legal in my state!"

Lex raised an eyebrow. "Legal for what?"

"To have sex with older guys and not get them in trouble!"

What?

"What?" First of all, Lex had trouble believing the small guy in front of him was anything over thirteen. And he couldn't comprehend that this kid had had sex before he did. Especially before he did. And with guys?

"Older guys at clubs I sneak into won't sleep with me if I tell them my age, but now I don't have to worry as much!"

"What, are you a hooker or something?" The kid seemed kind of meek; maybe he needed the psychological validation.

The kid looked almost indignant. "Only if they want to pay. I don't solicit." The kid seemed to space out for a minute, and when he spoke again, it was to himself. "But I will need cash eventually, for the plan..."

"What plan?"

"Nothing! Never mind." The kid was quiet for a while, but fidgety. Eventually, once Lex had turned back to his comic book, he asked again, "So, how old are you?"

Lex sighed. Warrior Angel would apparently have to wait. "I'm fifteen. Sixteen in two months."

The kid looked surprised. "Really? You look a lot younger. Like one of those alien races on Star Trek where even the adults look like human children." He paused. "Do you like Star Trek?"

This time a roll of Lex's eyes accompanied his sigh. "Yes. You looked through my cds, you must have seen the albums of Star Trek theme music."

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't just a geek who collects theme music."

Not sure where to take that, Lex only asked, "What's your name, again?"

"Andrew."

"Just Andrew? Not Andy or Drew?"

"No." That sounded awfully final to Lex, and he returned to his comic book. But the kid- Andrew- kept talking. "Do you think Tom Paris is hot?"

What?

"What? What makes you think I'm gay?"

"You aren't?" Andrew's fidgeting went up a notch.

"Not the last time I checked."

"But you have a purple bedspread. You're reading a comic book with more gay content than Beverly Hills, 90210. And you automatically assumed I thought you were gay, rather than curious."

Smug little bastard.

"Well, I'm not. I've been with a lot of girls." To the movies, a couple of awkward dances, a couple of quickly-aborted grope-fests induced by alcohol with his friend Victoria, and a month at summer camp with girls doting on him because it was the summer after he lost his hair. He had no experience not from lack of trying, but because no one wanted the bald, temperamental freak anywhere near them.

Andrew seemed disheartened, and he returned his gaze to the floor. Maybe checking out the burn marks his cousin had left in the wooden floor, the little pyro. Absorbed by his comic book once again, Lex almost threw it at Andrew when he heard him take a deep breath.

"Can I suck you anyway?"

What?

"Okay."

What? Where the fuck had that come from? Lex froze. Did he just agree to have gay sex with someone? When had his brain been overtaken by his mouth? Oh wait... that was his penis, not his mouth. Because Lex's brain was horrified, but his penis was jumping for joy at the suggestion of `suck you.' He wanted to think it was because no one his age turned down oral sex from anyone, but there had to be something else.

Andrew got off the bed and walked the short steps to Lex's. "Stand up. It'll make this better." Sort of nodding, maybe to pretend he knew any better, Lex stood.

Without further preamble, Andrew unzipped Lex's pants. A bundle of nerves, Lex tried not to let his uncertainty and fear show. What was he thinking? He didn't even know this-... Andrew's warm hand had found its way into Lex's boxers, and Lex knew that his brain wasn't going to have any more say in what transpired between them for the next... however long Lex could hold back.

Andrew pulled Lex's pants and boxers down a bit, then knelt on the floor. Lex wasn't quite hard yet, and Andrew just ran his thumbs along the base of Lex's cock and over his scrotum.

"You're almost hairless here, too. You're really fifteen?" Lex scowled down at him. Andrew kept talking. "I mean, you're almost like the-"

"Don't you dare compare me to anything else from Star Trek!"

Andrew huffed. "Fine. But now I'm not going to tell you the spoilers I know for the rest of this season of Voyager."

Hallelujah.

Lex clenched his fists when Andrew started stroking his whole length with his hand. It was the same, and yet entirely different from when Lex did it himself. He started to breathe faster.

Andrew looked up at him. "You ready?" Lex just swallowed and nodded. He was hard, harder than he'd ever been with himself, and he thought he might explode before Andrew even licked him.

But he was proven wrong when Andrew actually did lick the head of his cock. Wow. "Ohhhh..." Wow. Weird that this little twerp was the one doing this, but still wow.

"You lied. You've never done this before." Rather than upset, Andrew looked pretty thrilled. He bounced. "I get to beak someone in!"

One of Lex's hands found its way to Andrew's blonde hair and started playing with it. "Fine. Yes. Whatever you want. Just... do it!" At least then Andrew couldn't make any more comments. Lex wouldn't ever be able to look at Star Trek the same way again.

Andrew listened, and worked Lex into his mouth. The hand that had been playing with Andrew's hair was now clenched in it, while the other served for balance against Lex's back. As Andrew worked, Lex just let him do what he wanted, since Lex didn't know anyway, and Andrew had nice hands. His breath grew tight, like the muscles in his stomach, and he heard himself moaning like a virgin. Which fit, really.

Not that Lex had anything to compare it to, but Andrew was good. His tongue was right there, and he sucked, and then he hummed, and Lex had no choice than to come. Overwhelmed by the sensations, Lex cried out as Andrew took all of his ejaculate, then he dropped backwards onto his bed. Andrew climbed up to join him.

Still panting, Lex spoke. "That was intense. I've never... I mean... you... Wow. Thanks."

Andrew kind of shrugged. "It was fun. You seemed into it. It's nice when guys don't just sit and watch you. That's stressful, lots of pressure to do a good job like Luke Skywalker when he has to blow up the Death Star. You know, you got to get it to explode."

Whatever.

Andrew kind of snuggled up to Lex. Confused and uncomfortable, Lex shifted away.

Andrew looked disappointed, and looked at the wall. "Oh."

Oh, geez. Way to make your first blow job really awkward, Lex. Then, finally getting over some of his lassitude and realizing something, Lex moved back again and asked, "Want me to return the favor?" If he tried real hard, maybe he wouldn't suck at it too much.

"Oh, uh, I came when you did. I said it was fun."

Must of been really fun.

"Don't you want to change or something?"

"I will. Just wanted to lie here with you."

Okay... Andrew was really needy. The guys at this club he goes to must just eat him alive. "Andrew, don't ever do anything you don't want to, okay? Don't let people walk all over you, and have confidence in yourself. You can find a nice guy to be with, you don't have to fuck around with strangers." Andrew stared at him. "Look. In little bit, I'll do you, okay? Even the score." Lex tried not to blush, but he didn't have any more control over his blood vessels than he did over his cock. "And I can get some experience. Because if all guys do as well as you just did, I don't need girls."

Andrew kind of shrugged. "Guys know what guy equipment likes. Know yourself, you must."

The kid gave good head, but he needed to stop making geek references.

After exchanging semen a few more times that afternoon, Andrew left to return home, and Lex went to sleep sated, though confused. Apparently he was gay. Maybe bi. But he really liked giving head; Andrew was right, it was fun. And maybe he'd always thought the guy from Highlander was kind of hot. Whatever it was, it was a day that Lex wasn't going to ever forget.

Odd how one encounter could change a person's whole concept of himself. That morning he was sure he was straight. Now he definitely wasn't. He hoped Andrew took his advice, and stopped letting people walk all over him. And he didn't need to constantly beg for attention. And he really, really needed to get out more, away from the Sci-Fi Channel.

Reviewing the day in his head another time, Lex snorted. Tom Paris was attractive, but he was no match for Fox Mulder.