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Summary: Emotions the boys go through
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Spike tried not to laugh but he wasn't very successful. He looked down at his lover. "You all right there, Xan?"
Xander sat in the open grave that he fell into. His face was flushed with embarrassment. "For years I've been working with Buffy, I've spent more time in cemeteries that I did in school. How the hell did I not see a big hole in the ground?"
"Could have had something to do with your nattering on about some bloody concert you're dragging me too in Bakersfield." Spike stated as he flicked his cigarette away and knelt down to help get Xander out of the grave. "You haven't even told me who we're going to see."
"Thanks," Xander said, he brushed himself off. "I didn't say you were going with me. All I said was that I had two tickets."
Spike looked hurt. His boy was going to Bakersfield without him? "If you're not taking me who are you taking?"
"Dawn," Xander answered.
"Why don't you want me coming with you?" Spike asked accusingly.
Xander looked everywhere but at Spike. "You wouldn't enjoy it."
Spike growled in annoyance. "Why won't you tell me who you're going to see?"
Xander sighed; he knew he shouldn't have mentioned it but he had just been so excited and plus what was he supposed to tell Spike about leaving for a weekend? "We're going to see the Backstreet Boys." Again Xander blushed.
"The Backstreet Boys?" Spike barked out a laugh. "Bloody hell, pet. You really are gay aren't you?"
Xander pouted, "This was why I didn't want to tell you in the first place."
Spike sobered up, "I'm sorry, Xan. I just thought you were done with that crap you call music."
"I still like it," Xander replied. "I just don't play it when you're home."
"Have you already told Dawn about the tickets?" Spike asked.
Xander shook his head, "I was going to surprise her for her birthday."
"Sod that," Spike said, he crossed his arms. "You'll have to find her something else for her birthday. I'm going with you."
"You're going to come with me? To a Backstreet Boy concert?" Xander asked with disbelief. No way would his punk boyfriend go to a concert that would be filled with screaming teenage girls. "Why?"
Spike carted his hand through Xander's dark locks. "Because even though I think they are just a crappy boy band that uses their looks to get fans you like them. So if you want, I'll go with you."
"Have I told you how much I love you today?" Xander asked. Never in a million years would he have thought Spike going to a Backstreet Boy concert with him.
"Only five times," Spike said, with a mock pout.
Xander pulled Spike flush against him. "I love you."
"Love you too, Xan." Spike grinned before adding. "Plus Bakersfield has a nice sex store that I have wanted to check out."