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Shatterstar is perched on Julio's bed, in that weird way he does. His long limbs all folded up awkwardly. He looks too big for the space, like the only place he fits is in the Danger Room or on a battlefield. Julio knows better. He fits here, in Julio's room and on his bed, perfectly.
"Julio," Star says, right as he's going to lean in and kiss that contemplative look right off his face, "Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?"
That stops him. He laughs, a half-nervous puff of air. "I ain't anyone's girlfriend, amigo."
Star squints, thinking. "I could be the girlfriend, then."
He says it so seriously, like it's no big deal. Then again, he's seven foot something and has the most impressive set of pecs Julio's ever seen. He's like those guys in movies that go into a bar and order milk and no one gives them any shit because they're so tough. Actually, that is something Shatterstar would do.
He swallows, weighing the question. His instinct is to tell Star no, that they're just two friends screwing around. But that isn't true and all it would do is hurt the guy. He sits down next to Star on the bed and bumps their shoulders together because it's easier than looking him dead in the face when they talk about this.
"Nah," he says, "I mean, if we were going out, we'd be boyfriends. Both of us." He swallows, nervous.
"Oh," Shatterstar says, a look of comprehension dawning on his face, "Like Tara and Willow are girlfriends."
"Yeah," he nods, "Exactly."
"That would make Sam Buffy," Star says, like it's obvious, "Because he is blond."
"Sure," he agrees, more interested in the way Star's borrowed shirt is riding up and showing off the vee of his hips. He swallows. "Alright, and you died, so you can be Tara."
Star frowns. "But I came back. Tara stayed dead."
Julio kisses him, swallowing the end of that sentence. Star makes a surprised noise, like he forgot that they do this, and then melts into it. Julio likes that he can make him do that, get all melty and pliant and trusting. It's a head rush. He sucks at Shatty's bottom lip until he's whimpering and then pushes him down onto the mattress, climbing eagerly into his lap.
"Wait," Shatterstar says, right as he's leaning back in. "If I am Tara and you are Willow, then Tabitha would be Buffy."
Julio stares at him for a minute, then starts laughing. Shatty is just so... He doesn't even know what to call it. "Sure man, whatever you want. But if I'm Willow, will you let me do some magic?"
Star stares at him blankly. "You don't have magical abilities."
"Sex, dude, I'm talking about sex."
"Oh!" Shatterstar's eyes widen, face flushed. "Oh, yes. I would like this."
"Alright," Julio says, and leans back in to keep kissing him.