Act Of Nature - Chapter 11
written by Jane Davitt & WesleysGirl
The storm has blown this great big beauty down
The branches all confusion on the ground
Giles stared at the door of the house through rain-spattered glasses
and increased his pace just a little now his goal was in reach. He
wasn't the sort to complain about a bit of rain, but this was a
drenching, steady downpour, and the wind made sure it got into more
places than it would normally have done. Giles could feel it trickling
down the back of his neck in icy rivulets and it wasn't pleasant.
Xander opened the door and slammed it closed as soon as they were both
inside, the warm silence of the house welcoming after the rush of chill
wind against them. Giles turned to look at Xander and forgot about
damply clinging clothes because they were finally home and he could do
what he'd been wanting to do for hours. He took off his jacket and hung
it up, waiting until Xander had done the same before pulling him close
and kissing him, in one eager, impatient movement. He supposed he
should have waited until they'd changed into dry clothes, or at least
moved a few feet further into the house, but the need to feel Xander's
mouth on his had been with him too long for that.
The hesitant, gentle kisses they'd shared had been good, but Giles
wanted more than that now he was certain of Xander. The memory of
Xander standing beside him, close enough that their arms brushed as
they spoke to John, making it clear that he was where he wanted to be,
was sharp and bright in his mind as he felt Xander's lips open under
Rainwater dripped onto his hand as he slid it under Xander's hair to
stroke the back of his neck, but all his attention was focused on a
kiss that was rapidly becoming far more than that. He couldn't get
close enough to Xander, pushing against him until Xander was backed up
against the wall and then sliding his leg between both of Xander's,
never taking his mouth away, never breaking the kiss to do more than
bite down on Xander's lip or lick at it. Nothing mattered but Xander
arching and pressing against him, making frantic, hungry sounds,
nothing at all....
He couldn't remember sliding his hands under Xander's sweater, only the
shiver his cool hands forced from Xander, couldn't remember whose hands
had fumbled and tugged at buttons and zippers so that they could reach
each other, only how hot Xander's cock was against his palm, hard and
wet-tipped, shifting in his grip as he squeezed and worked it with an
insistence that stopped just short of demanding.
It took all his willpower to pause, but the need for more - more bare
skin to touch, to kiss - meant moving somewhere else, and as soon as
Giles thought about that, he was distracted enough for it to dawn on
him that he'd just grabbed Xander and practically thrown him against
He pulled back, gulping in air, trying to calm down enough to speak.
"Sorry - just, God, Xander, I want you... sorry -"
Xander didn't let him get any further, just used his fingers entwined
in Giles' shirt front to pull him in close again. Giles found himself
being kissed, perhaps a bit more gently than before, but with no less
desire. "Don't tell me you're sorry and that you want me in the same
breath - you might give me a complex." He could tell from Xander's tone
that the younger man was amused. "You don't seriously think," Xander
murmured, moving his mouth to Giles' throat and nipping at the
sensitive skin there, "that I'm not just as desperate, do you? That I
haven't been thinking about touching you all day?"
"Still shouldn't have just -" Xander bit down harder, as if in warning,
and Giles moaned, feeling the small, perfect pain shiver through him.
"That's... very convincing, Xander."
"Oh, you have yet to see how convincing I can be," Xander said, sliding
his hand down to cup Giles' arse. "So what do you say? You think we
Whatever Xander had meant to say was cut off by a dull roaring sound
that seemed to make the house tremble slightly, and ended with a
sliding crash and the tinkle of shattering glass.
"What the -" Before Giles could move, Xander had pushed past him,
disappearing further into the house without apparent thought for his
Giles took a deep breath, slammed his hand against the wall as an
effective, if painful way of relieving some of the frustration he was
feeling, and walked after him quickly, zipping and buttoning as he went.
Xander wasn't hard to find, nor was the reason for the noise. Its roots
weakened by the rain and gales, the tree planted to protect the house
from the sea winds had finally torn free of the soft earth and fallen,
close enough that the upper branches had smashed through a window in
one of the empty rooms. As Giles came through the door, his body
already shifting into readiness to fight, assuming the worst because
that was what he was used to dealing with, the tree sighed and settled
as its own weight bore it down and a branch sticking into the room
slipped sideways, catching Xander's arm.
"Xander!" Giles went to him quickly. "Are you hurt?"
Seeming more interested in assessing the damage to the house than his
own body, Xander shrugged off Giles' concern. "I'm fine, but I'm going
to need something to put over this frame temporarily." He considered
the problem for a moment as the wind blew rain into the room. "There's
some plywood out in the shed - I'm gonna go grab it and some tools. Can
you get the dustpan and brush from the cupboard in the kitchen and try
to sweep up some of this glass? Just be careful - don't cut yourself."
Without waiting for a reply, Xander went back the way they'd come,
surely not pausing long enough to put his jacket on before there was
the sound of the door opening as he went out into the rain.
Giles stared after him and then turned to look at the damage. It would
be easy enough to saw off the branch, but from what he remembered of
the tree, hauling it away from the house would require more than a
little effort. It wasn't how he'd planned to spend Christmas Eve, and
as it was getting dark outside, he had a feeling Xander's temporary fix
was going to have to do for now.
Dustpan and brush. And he had to be careful. Shaking his head, Giles
went to the kitchen, doing what any Englishman would and putting on the
kettle. Disaster required a cup of tea to make it better. The way he
felt right then, it'd take a potful.
He'd just finished sweeping up the glass, with nothing worse than one
tiny nick on his finger, when Xander came back, dragging a sheet of
plywood over to the corner and vanishing again, this time returning
with saw, hammer and nails.
"Can I help you at all?" Giles asked politely. "Perhaps I could hold
the nails for you?"
"I think I've got it," Xander said. It wasn't dismissive, but it was
clear that he was distracted, so Giles stood around a bit and watched
as Xander took care of the branch and tossed it back outside.
The kettle came to a boil about then, and by the time he came back from
having taken it off Xander had begun to hammer nails into the window
frame, the plywood propped with one knee. He worked with a sense of
self-confidence that seemed admirable despite the relative simplicity
of the task, seemingly ignorant of the fact that he was dripping wet.
He'd got down to the last two nails before he said anything. "Giles?"
"I love you." Xander was still looking at the job in front of him. "In
the 'in love' kind of way. I mean... I don't think I've ever been good
at saying that. And maybe I won't ever be, which I realize doesn't
count as an excuse or anything, but... well. I just thought you should
The mild annoyance that in a household emergency Xander seemed to see
him as, well, not useless perhaps, but superfluous, had been fading in
the face of Xander's competence. Giles had seen Xander work before and
found it satisfying to watch in the same way that watching Buffy fight
was - smooth, effortless and coordinated. Now the annoyance left him
entirely, along with the ability to speak for a moment, because he
hadn't realized how much he'd needed to hear Xander say that. Xander
had shown him he was loved, but Giles knew he hadn't trusted his
interpretation of Xander's actions. He'd needed it
said, and that left him feeling as if he owed Xander
an apology, but there had been enough of those.
Xander's fingers, steady and deft, positioned the last nail and he
tapped it home in a series of hammer strokes perfectly graded in
strength, driving it deep into the wood.
Giles spoke into the silence. "I don't how you could say it any better
than that, Xander. Thank you. And just so we're clear about it, I'm in
love with you, too - and it's not all that easy to say, you're right -
but I am, and it feels -" he hesitated, trying to find the words. "It's
making me feel very happy," he finished. Which was about as eloquent as
he was capable of right then, and he hoped it was enough.
Turning, Xander set the hammer down on the nearest tabletop. "Me too."
He glanced down at himself. "Of course, right now I'm also feeling wet,
and since that's a feeling I could live without..."
Giles shivered, suddenly becoming aware of his own damp clothes. "I
think getting changed out of our wet clothes before we sprout mildew
might be in order, yes." He walked over to the door and paused. "Do you
think if we tried to finish what we were doing, the roof would fall in?
Or should we, uh, take a rain check - and I can't think why that's not
a British expression; I'm sure we'd have more occasion to use it than
"Actually, I think if we don't finish what we were doing I might not be
able to sit down," Xander said, moving behind Giles and slipping an arm
around his waist. The position, with Xander's front pressed against
Giles' back, made it clear what Xander was referring to, although it
did leave Giles to wonder if Xander had been hard all that time, a
thought that made him shiver again with something other than the chill.
"I don't suppose there's any way I could convince you to take a shower
"I think there are plenty of ways you could," Giles said, feeling his
own arousal return at the thought of Xander against him, naked and wet,
smooth skin made smoother by water and soap, "but as I don't need any
convincing, you don't have to. You do have to let go of me though, or
we won't make it up the stairs."
He turned within the circle of Xander's arm and let his mouth brush
against Xander's, ignoring his own advice because he couldn't wait that
long for another kiss.
Xander groaned in what Giles thought was frustration. "I don't want to
let go." he said, but then reluctantly did so.
They made their way up the stairs quickly, not pausing more than once
or twice to touch and exchange brief kisses, and soon enough they were
in Xander's bedroom, and Giles found himself being undressed by eager
hands that didn't seem content until they were against his bare skin.
Not that he was any less eager himself. He'd gone to sleep feeling
content to do no more than curl against Xander, tiredness taking him
quickly into a sound sleep, but since they'd woken up it'd been an
endless pattern of arousal thwarted by circumstances and Giles had
reached his limit of patience. He matched Xander's actions, resisting
the temptation to snatch more than a kiss or two as he pulled at the
damp clothing that was stopping him from seeing and touching Xander.
Yet once they were naked, the need to hurry left Giles. He was certain
they weren't going to be interrupted now, and though the arousal that
had driven him to the point of desperation when they got home was still
there, making him ache, making him harder than he could remember being
for a very long time, it wasn't ruling him now.
He stepped back, not out of reach, just far enough to be able to look
at Xander. It wasn't something he could imagine getting tired of doing,
especially when he could follow the track of his eyes with his hands
and fingers, sliding them over broad shoulders and strong arms, dipping
his head to kiss where he'd touched...
Xander stood still for him and Giles slid to his knees, kissing his way
down a flat stomach, following the trail of fine dark hair with his
tongue, lapping at Xander's cock and going just a little further down,
catching the warm, musky scent of him and almost regretting the fact
that it would be lost in a few minutes.
He stood then and said in a voice gone husky with need, "Are you ready?"
Xander nodded and ran a somewhat less than warm hand up Giles' arm,
then turned away to start the water running in the shower, providing
Giles with a view that he was more than happy to look at. Steam began
to fill the room almost immediately, and Xander reached for Giles' hand
and drew him under the spray, the two of them both relaxing as the hot
water poured over them, driving away the last of the lingering chill
that their rainy walk had left behind.
They didn't seem to need to speak at first. Xander had a bar of a
glycerine soap in his hands, rubbing up a thin lather before sliding
his palms over Giles' chest. He seemed to be concentrating quite
determinedly on the task, as though it were both enjoyable and
mesmerizing. His fingertips found Giles' nipples unerringly, circling
them with a teasing touch before pinching more firmly.
Even slicked with soap, Giles could still feel the slight roughness of
Xander's fingers, calloused from his work. They felt perfect against
his skin, scratching at it just enough to make him keenly aware that it
was Xander touching him, not his own smoother hands. He'd imagined this
sometimes; showering alone in his London flat, with nothing but
memories and guesswork to go on, closing his eyes and trying to fool
himself that the hands that touched him were Xander's. He hadn't come
close to the reality. The sound of the water washed away his gasp of
pleasure as his cock throbbed as if it, not his nipples was being
teased, but Xander glanced up as if he'd heard it, and smiled.
Xander stepped to the side a bit, one arm going around Giles' back to
pull him in for a kiss while the other hand slid lower and wrapped
around his cock, squeezing expertly and making Giles very glad for the
support of Xander's arm. Their mouths met, hot and slick, tasting like the water that was
pouring over them.
The urgency returned with the kiss and Giles reached down, running his
thumb along the underside of Xander's cock with a steady pressure,
letting his fingers curl loosely around it until Xander pushed against
him eagerly, his tongue darting inside Giles' mouth. Giles let his grip
tighten then, flicking his thumb up to rub across the head, feeling a
wetness that he knew was from more than the water. He moved his other
hand from Xander's shoulder to his back, dragging it slowly down his
spine, nails digging in slightly, until Xander arched against him and
the back of Giles' hand rubbed against Xander's stomach.
His other hand moved lower, fingers grazing the cleft of Xander's
backside, palm flat against one cheek, wanting to see how Xander would
react before doing anything else.
Xander groaned softly, caught between both of Giles' hands as he was,
hips rocking as if he was searching for just the right touch. His own
grip on Giles' erection was perfect - fingers wrapped firmly around the
shaft, slow strokes that weren't too gentle and that moved slickly over
the tip. Every third or fourth stroke Xander's hand would pause,
fingers sliding down to the base of the shaft to pull at his balls with
a sweet insistent pressure.
Stroking Xander's cock again, Giles felt it throb in his grip, and
Xander groaned into his mouth again. "God, Giles..." Lips that were
water-slick traveled over his cheek to the side of his throat, sucking
and biting. Xander shuddered again. "I was hoping we'd, you know... be
able to do -" A gasp as Giles' hand, seemingly with a mind of its own,
squeezed. "More stuff." Xander sounded nearly breathless. "But I'm...
Xander wasn't feeling anything that Giles wasn't, and hearing him say
it like that was as arousing as feeling him move, unconsciously rubbing
against Giles in a restless, desperate search for release. "Oh, we
will," he said, gritting out the words and trying to hold onto his
control for just a few moments more, because Xander felt so good and
what he was doing felt even better. "Promise you, we will -"
"I want... oh God -" Xander seemed to have been reduced to incomplete
sentences. His hips pressed forward against Giles, the curve of his
backside suddenly tensing under Giles' palm, his cock throbbing once
more in warning of the inevitable before he came over Giles' hand with
a series of small wordless cries.
Giles turned his head to watch him, loving the vulnerability of his
face, open and lost in sensation - then Xander's hand tightened and
jerked at his cock and that was all it took. He came with an intense
rush of pleasure, clutching desperately at Xander, holding him as close
as he could. As he felt the first surge of warmth spill from his cock,
he dropped his head to bite down on Xander's shoulder, hearing himself
making sounds that blended with the ones Xander was voicing, losing
himself in the shared moment until it passed and left him trembling
with reaction. He turned his head and captured Xander's mouth with his,
kissing him because he couldn't speak right then.
He felt Xander's hand release him gently, felt it slide up over his
stomach and chest, up the side of his throat until it was cupping his
face, all while they continued to kiss slowly. "So much for getting
clean," Xander murmured, with humor in his voice. "Now we have to start
all over again."
Giles glanced down and grinned a little weakly. "Better hurry," he
managed to say, feeling his heart rate slow down to normal. "Water's
It didn't take long, now that they were at least temporarily sated, to
wash themselves down. Xander turned off the water and stepped out onto
the mat, grabbing one towel for himself and handing a second to Giles
as he got out as well. He could feel Xander giving him thoughtful
glances as they dried themselves, so it didn't surprise him when the
other man asked, a bit hesitantly, "So... any chance you might still,
you know, want to..."
Giles threw his damp towel over the railing and looked at him. "Let's
go and lie down," he said, seeing Xander shiver in the cooler air.
"That's not an answer to your question," he added, seeing something
that might have been anticipation or apprehension cross Xander's face.
"I just want to -" He hesitated, wondering why it was so difficult to
say something so simple. "I want to hold you," he finished. "Just lie
down next to you for a while, hold you, and wait for my legs to stop
feeling the way they do." He moved towards the door and took Xander's
hand as he went past him, drawing him into the bedroom. "And yes. Every
He drew back the covers and pulled Xander down into the bed with him,
the two of them curling up together cautiously, still trying to get
comfortable with each other. Once the blankets were settled over them,
Xander's arm around Giles' waist and his own hand resting on the side
of Xander's face, thumb tracing over the skin there, he felt better.
"You okay?" Xander asked, his hand sliding across Giles' back in little
"Very much so," Giles replied. "Just a little... overwhelmed, perhaps?"
He tried to put what he was feeling into words, glancing at the clock
beside Xander's bed. "It's been just over two days since I first kissed
you and this - all of it - is so much more than I'd ever imagined...."
He thought about that and grinned reluctantly. "Well, maybe I imagined
it. You've had a starring role in quite a few fantasies of mine in
recent weeks. And yes, what we just did was one of them and it was far
better in reality. You're just so...." He kissed Xander, a slow, gentle
kiss that turned eager in moments, until Giles broke away. "See what
you do to me?" he said softly.
Xander's hand moved lower, caressing the curve of Giles' hip in a
suggestive way that made him shiver. "I like that I do that to you,"
Xander said, tilting his head for another kiss, this one longer, their
tongues flickering over each other. "I'd like to do more stuff to you,"
between more kisses, with a salacious grin curving his lips upward into
something irresistible. "And vice versa. Speaking of which..."
Without further discussion, Xander pushed gently on Giles' hip, rolling
him flat onto his back and keeping him pinned there. Then Xander slid
down in the bed and Giles felt warm breath moving over his cock, as
Xander murmured, "Thought I'd give this another try," and then took the
shaft in hand and licked the tip wetly.
Giles wouldn't have thought it possible for him to be aroused again so
soon, but he was happy to be proved wrong. It was as if what they'd
just shared had done no more than taken the edge off a hunger that had
been building for too long to be satisfied so easily. He knew he wasn't
going to come as fast this time, and he was looking forward to this
lasting. Though if Xander carried on like that -
"You're very - good at that," he said, his words catching in his throat
as he tried not to whimper, stretching out his hand and tangling it in
Xander's damp hair. "God, Xander -" The breath shuddered out of him as
Xander started to experiment, his teeth circling the head of Giles'
cock as his tongue lapped at it. Giles trusted him not to bite down on
purpose, but wondering if he would accidentally certainly wasn't
helping to keep him calm - and yes, it was turning him on too.
Xander pulled his mouth away long enough to ask, "You didn't believe me
when I said I was a fast learner?" His tongue probed the head of Giles'
erection, darting into the little hole at the tip several times, and
when he shifted his position slightly Giles could feel Xander's own
length brush against his leg. Xander's hips moved again restlessly, and
when he took Giles' cock deep into his mouth he groaned a bit, the
sound reverberating through Giles and drawing an answering gasp from
"Oh, yes, I did." Giles bit down hard on his lip, letting the sharp
pain distance himself from what Xander's mouth was doing, so that he
could focus on more than the slide of lips and tongue against his
erection as Xander's head moved up and down, each time taking in more,
until Giles could feel the head of his cock brush against the back of
Xander's throat. He glanced down his body at Xander and grinned, loving
his confidence and remembering how it had been for him in those early
days with Ethan. He felt excitement sweep through him, brushing aside
his faint concern that Xander was pushing himself too hard.
"Want me to teach you some more?"
"Tell me," Xander said, the soft rumble of the words through his vocal
chords creating yet another sensation along Giles' shaft. "You know,
what you like. Feels like I'm working blind here." He glanced up and
met Giles' gaze. "Well, half-blind."
The final words made Giles wince inwardly, though he kept his face from
showing it. Xander was doing that too much; drawing attention to
something that didn't need mentioning, joking about it the way he did
when he was hiding how he felt. Now wasn't the time to discuss it, but
Giles promised himself that they would.
"I could tell you," Giles said, propping himself up on his elbows. "I
could tell you that I like it when you tease me, light, flickering
touches with your tongue until I can't stand it any more and I just
want to hold you still, my hands against your face and push inside your
mouth, feel you surround me. And I could tell you how good it feels
when you use your hands at the same time as you're licking and sucking
me, tight around my cock, my balls. But you know that. You've had this
done to you. I can't imagine we react all that differently to each
He hadn't counted on his words making Xander flush - hadn't anticipated
it at all actually - and he immediately reached down to touch the side
of Xander's face.
"It's different," Xander muttered, closing his eye briefly at the
touch, but then opening it again. "You know, being the one doing it.
How do I know if..." He trailed off, looking suddenly insecure.
"If you're doing it right?" Giles said, not moving his hand away.
"Making me whimper isn't enough of a clue? Getting me hard again this
soon?" He touched himself with his other hand, running a finger slowly
along his erection then gripping it and pumping it fast, flicking his
thumb casually over the head when his hand got high enough, just as he
would have done if he'd been alone. "I do that and it feels good, yes,
but if you did it we'd be back with me not being able to much more than
moan. You can't do anything wrong, Xander. Not with me." He paused and
then said simply, "And if you do, I'll tell you if you promise to do
the same. Any time, every time. If I'm doing something you don't like,
or don't want, tell me and I'll stop."
Xander was watching Giles' hand as he worked himself, seemingly
transfixed at the sight. "It's not so much that I think I'm doing it
wrong," he said, rather faintly. "It doesn't matter what people in
general might like - I want to know what you like."
"Well, I think I'd have trouble telling you while you were doing it,"
Giles pointed out, keeping his voice solemn but aware of the underlying
humor in the situation. He was old enough not to take sex quite as
seriously as Xander seemed to, but it didn't mean he wasn't just as
keen on them getting past this mild awkwardness. "In fact, as you
render me speechless, why don't we take advantage of that?"
Without waiting for Xander to ask him what he meant, he rolled onto his
side. Xander was lying across the bed, his head resting on Giles'
thigh. "Turn around so I can reach you," he said, tugging at Xander's
leg gently. "We don't have to take it in turns, after all."
After a moment Xander seemed to understand what he was getting at, and
moved so his head was pointing toward the foot of the bed. Almost
immediately Giles felt Xander's mouth close around him again, hot and
wet, but just for a few seconds. Then Xander pulled back, licking at
his foreskin as gentle fingertips rubbed along the underside of his
balls, and although the sensation made him shudder, Giles leant forward
and closed his own hand around Xander's shaft. He smiled at the
low-pitched sound that escaped Xander.
He shifted so he was comfortable, feeling Xander do the same, both of
them settling into a position that let them touch and be touched.
Taking his time, he slipped his hand down to circle the base of
Xander's cock, holding it so that he could lick the tip, his tongue
tracing circles around the head but not touching it with his lips. It
was difficult to concentrate, because what Xander was doing to him was
demanding his full attention, but well worth the effort. Xander was so
responsive... Giles opened his lips a little, keeping his teeth
together, and let the head of Xander's cock slip between his lips to
rub against the hard smoothness for a moment. He felt Xander's hips
push forward and put his left hand on his hip, holding him in place.
Xander made a little sound of protest, then seemed to relax a bit, his
hand moving to Giles' hip as if mirroring the position. And as Giles
pulled back, and then let the head of Xander's cock into his mouth
again for another brief moment, he realized that Xander was doing the
same, copying what was being done to him on Giles' own erection.
Clever Xander, Giles thought, opening his lips just wide enough, no
more, and feeling his teeth scrape gently against the sides of Xander's
cock as he took it inside his mouth. Xander tried that too, but bit
down a little too hard. Giles had been expecting that and didn't
flinch, settling for lifting his hand a little and tapping it against
Xander's backside in a gentle warning, before doing it again and
This time Xander managed it nearly perfectly, the barest scrape of
teeth along his shaft, just enough to make him want to groan. Giles
next tried taking Xander deep into his throat and then pulling back
while applying a fair amount of suction, something that he himself
enjoyed and couldn't imagine Xander not liking.
If the sound that escaped Xander then were any indication, he liked it
very well indeed. Then Xander mirrored the move on Giles' erection,
improvising with a gentle tug at his balls at the same time, and Giles
was the one making sounds of unexpected pleasure.
It was turning into a game of 'follow-my-leader', with just the barest
tinge of competition spicing it as Xander's confidence grew. Giles felt
the unspoken challenge and answered it by letting Xander's cock slide
from his mouth so he could move down to swirl his tongue around his
balls, still slightly damp from their shower. He took one carefully
into his mouth, sucking and licking at it gently, feeling it tighten as
he moved his hand from Xander's hip to curl around his shaft, stroking
it hard. Nothing he was doing was new to him, but because this was
Xander, it felt as if it was, as if this was the first time he'd felt
the soft tickle of hair against his tongue, the shifting hardness
encased in soft skin rolling inside his mouth.
Xander groaned, and then moved his mouth down to Giles' balls, licking
and sucking more tentatively than was strictly necessary, although
Giles appreciated the caution. He both felt and heard Xander's next
groan, felt Xander shudder under his hand as the younger man got that
much closer to the place where release was possible. "God, Giles," he
said, pulling back a little bit, his breath warm over Giles' skin.
Giles freed up his mouth and rested his head against Xander's leg,
letting his hand drift idly across Xander's stomach, enjoying the way
it tensed under his touch. "Fun?" he suggested, turning his head to
kiss just where the skin was soft and smooth, high up on the inside of
"That too," Xander agreed. "Although I was going to go with something
more like 'unbelievably hot.'"
Giles licked where he'd kissed and blew on it, kissing it warm again
before Xander had time to shiver. "It can get hotter," he said.
"Yeah, I kind of figured." Xander's fingers played across the sensitive
skin of his balls, distracting him. "Was there something in particular
you had in mind?"
"If you keep doing that, I'll forget my own name, let alone my plans
for your seduction." Giles said, nudging his hips forward. "Let me
see... I want to fuck you. There, I knew it'd come back to me
eventually." He shrugged. "Or you can fuck me. I find both, ah, hot,
but I imagine you'll want to try it both ways a few times to decide for
yourself." He glanced down at Xander who looked a little stunned. "And
if you've changed your mind, or I've misunderstood you, it can wait,"
he said. "There's no rush at all."
"No," Xander said, blinking. "I just didn't... I mean, do people
actually say stuff like that? Actual people? Because
here all this time I'd thought Faith and Anya were exceptions to the
rule. You know, that it was some kind of Slayer, Ex-Vengeance-Demon
thing." He covered his face with one hand. "Oh God, I didn't mean it
like that. I mean, I'm sure this is totally normal. I just... didn't
Giles felt the laughter build up until he couldn't hold it back. "Yes,
Xander, they do, or possibly I fell in with a bad crowd at an
impressionable age." He moved, twisting around to lie beside Xander.
"I'm sorry," he said contritely, kissing him, "I didn't mean to make
you feel uncomfortable. It's just that after years of you all calling
me a stuffed shirt and the man who put the fuddy next to duddy... well,
shocking you without even trying struck me as amusing." He kissed him
again, stroking his hand down Xander's back. "It's a perfectly good
verb, you know."
Xander moved in closer. "Oh, I know." He collected a kiss of his own,
this one significantly longer and more passionate than the two Giles
had just initiated, then bent his head to catch Giles' earlobe between
his teeth briefly. "Think we could put it into practice?" he murmured.
Giles shivered from both the nip at his ear and Xander's words, but
held back on the enthusiastic agreement he wanted to voice. "Once you
promise you'll ask me to stop if needed, yes," he said firmly. "And
we're going to need those supplies you said you had."
"Oh! Yeah." Xander gave him a quick kiss before getting up out of bed
and going to retrieve said supplies, allowing Giles a long look at his
naked form while he rummaged through two drawers. When he came back
over to the bed holding a little bottle and a few small foil packets,
Xander looked more than a bit apprehensive. He sat down on the side of
the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, the sound of the
rainfall outside a soft hush. The mid-afternoon light was grey at best,
and as they hadn't turned on any lamps in the room, there were shadows
across Xander's face and chest. "Sorry," Xander said. "I guess I'm just
having one of those moments when this all seems kind of unreal."
"Whereas I'm cool as a cucumber and perfectly relaxed?" Giles said,
raising his eyebrows. He shook his head. "I'm not, you know. This is...
I've never done this with someone who hadn't already tried it and knew
what to expect. I'm - really not helping, am I?"
He couldn't help noticing that neither of them was fully erect anymore;
too much talking, he supposed, and now Xander was looking as if he'd
rather be anywhere but here.
"No, you're helping." Making an obvious effort, Xander reached
out and ran a hand along Giles' arm. "This is just proof of something I
learned a long time ago - too much talking? Bad. Rates right up there
with too much thinking." He shoved the things in his other hand
underneath the pillow that was nearest to him and pushed at Giles' hip
playfully. "Move over. Bed hog."
Giles pretended to glare at him. "I'm not the one who sleeps
diagonally," he said sternly as he moved across the bed. "And believe
me, you won't be getting away with it a third night in a row."
Xander opened his mouth to reply and Giles cut him off with a kiss,
drawing it out until he was fairly certain Xander had forgotten what he
was going to say. It took no more than that for him to be as eager as
he had been ten minutes before, with Xander's erection rubbing against
his stomach and Xander's thigh between his, high enough that it brushed
against his balls with a maddeningly light touch.
Then Xander shifted back slightly, putting enough space between them so
that he could snake a hand down and wrap his fingers around Giles'
aching cock. His lips parted, inviting Giles' tongue to dart in and
taste the inside of that warm mouth. "Don't stop this time," Xander
said, when the kiss had finally broken. "I want to do everything."
For a moment, Giles thought about what that meant when applied to his
own experience, and shivered, remembering. Not a lot he and Ethan
hadn't tried, when he'd been younger than Xander, but a lot less
innocent... and some of it had been good, bad or indifferent - and some
of it still featured in his dreams now and then, until he woke half
regretful, half relieved, into a reality that had narrowed until there
was no going back, even if he'd wanted to.
And this wasn't a return. This was a fresh start.
The light was perfect now; not dark, and he didn't want it to be, but
dim and soft. He'd left his glasses off and the corners of the room had
receded, until all that he could see with any clarity was contained in
the reach of his arms, on an old cotton quilt washed to the texture of
He bent his head and kissed Xander's throat, until he tilted his chin
to let Giles kiss under his ear, around to the back of his neck,
turning to his stomach almost without realizing it as Giles carried on
kissing him through the thick hair that brushed his shoulders, holding
his attention, slipping his hand under the pillow and taking what he
Giles smoothed his hand down over one buttock, letting his palm curve
to the shape of it. Then he slid the same hand up the back of Xander's
thigh, smiling gently at the soft sigh Xander gave as Giles brushed his
fingers against the back of his balls, the soft skin there drawing up
further at the touch.
The sound of the cap on the bottle of lubricant flipping up seemed loud
in the quiet room, but Xander didn't flinch when it came, and he didn't
flinch at the first touch of Giles' slick fingers over his balls and
perineum. There was no reason not to take their time about this, so
Giles spent long minutes gliding his wet fingertips over the sensitive
skin near Xander's entrance without actually touching it, waiting for
something to tell him that Xander was ready.
And all the time he was kissing Xander - the side of his throat, his
shoulder, listening to the sound of Xander's breathing, and when he
finally heard a tiny moan of need and noted a restless shifting of
Xander's hips, Giles finally rubbed a finger over the small tight
Xander moaned again, a bit more loudly.
Giles had been concentrating so much on Xander's reactions that the
jolt of arousal he felt at that took him by surprise, as he became
aware of the insistent signals his own body was sending. He paused for
a second, trying to regain a measure of control. Kissing Xander once
more on his shoulder, he placed his hand in the small of Xander's back,
spreading his fingers wide in a reassuring caress and then started to
slide his finger inside him.
Xander tilted his hips, pushing back just a little, making it easier
than Giles had expected, and it was he, not Xander, who voiced a soft,
wordless sound when his finger worked deeper in, clenched and held by
the tight muscles.
Seemingly incapable of staying still, Xander shifted his hips again,
the movement accompanied by a soft gasp. "God... Giles."
Giles began to slide his finger in and out slowly, going deeper on each
gentle thrust. That had really been the most difficult moment for
Xander; that first intrusion - not painful, not really, not yet - but
there was that sense of a line crossed.
"Need to do more than this, if you're ready," he murmured, never
stilling his hand, "I want to be inside you, Xander... you've no idea
Xander had turned his face into the pillow, using it to stifle the soft
sounds he was making, his shoulders tense but not distressingly so, and
Giles felt him shudder in response to his words. "Do what you need to,"
Xander said, rocking his hips again. "God... this is... it feels..."
Giles knew just what it felt like. It wasn't something he'd forget, no
matter how long it'd been - that need for more
building up inexorably, the awareness of pleasure waiting, gathering
strength... so he drizzled a little more cool liquid over his fingers
and gave Xander more, letting him adjust to a second finger, then a
third, until there was no need to wait any longer since the only
tension in Xander's body was from the same desperate need Giles was
From the sounds Xander was making now it seemed that he might be biting
down on the pillow in an attempt to stop himself from being so vocal.
His hips were moving regularly with the rhythm of Giles' hand, pushing
his erection against the mattress.
Suddenly, Xander shifted his weight, pushing himself up onto his knees
and forearms, although his head was still low. The new position
prevented him from rubbing his cock against the sheets, and at the same
time seemed an invitation that was then reinforced when he spoke.
"Please," Xander said, his voice strained. "Giles, just... I need..."
"I know," Giles said, his voice hoarse, "I know what you need, Xander."
He let his fingers slip out and moved to the side to reach for a
handful of tissues, drying his hand so that he didn't waste time trying
to open the condom with slippery fingers. He didn't look at Xander as
he rolled it over his erection and used more lubricant, trying to find
some measure of the control that he knew he was close to losing. Then
he knelt behind him and ran his hands from Xander's shoulders to his
hips, feeling Xander shiver at the touch.
Giles didn't make Xander wait any longer. Bringing his hands across, he
laid them against Xander's backside, parting it and rubbing his thumbs
over Xander's opening before letting the head of his cock rest against
it. As soon as it was in place, he pushed forward just a little and
dropped his hand to grip the base of his cock, guiding it inside Xander
in short, gentle strokes, gritting his teeth against the need to thrust
Xander was making little pained noises, but they seemed to be as much
from desire as from discomfort if the way his body was moving to meet
Giles' cock was any indication. "God," Xander said, and Giles pushed in
a bit deeper. There was plenty of lubrication, and that combined with
the delicious heat of Xander's body made it so very difficult to stay
in control. Xander's legs were trembling, his breathing a series of
small harsh groans as if he couldn't find enough room for air in his
Giles slid his hands over to grip Xander's hips, trying not to hold him
too tightly because the friction of Xander's skin sliding against his
palms was something he could focus on, a needed distraction. They were
finding a rhythm now and that felt unbearably good, so much so that it
took Giles a moment to realize that they'd reached the point where he
was deep inside Xander and could finally stop holding back.
He paused, feeling the sharp bones of Xander's hip rub past his
fingers, holding him still for one long moment, until Xander made a
sound of protest.
Then he pulled back and thrust forward at once, repeating it over and
over, fast, deep thrusts, hearing the sounds he was making, deep,
guttural moans that he couldn't have held back if he'd tried, because
Xander was tight around his cock, moving with him towards a release
Giles could feel waiting for them both.
The sounds Xander was making just spurred him on, and when Xander began
to rock backward to meet his thrusts, Giles thought for a moment that
he'd lose all control.
"Oh God." The words were shaky and desperate. "God, don't stop, I...
Giles, I can't..."
Giles reached around and curled his fingers around Xander's cock,
feeling a pang of guilt that he'd neglected him. It was rigid and hot
in his hand and he squeezed it hard, stripping it with fast, short
jerks of his wrist as he continued to drive into Xander, feeling his
climax build. He was curved over Xander now, his fingers digging into
his hip, his breath torn out of him in gasps.
"Xander - going to come - come with me, Xander - please -"
Why it mattered so much that this once they came together, he didn't
know, but it did.
He felt Xander begin to come, the cock in his hand pulsing strongly
like a heartbeat as fluid shot out over his fingers. Xander's cry, a
hoarse shout, was, Giles thought later, what pushed him over the edge,
more so than the feel of Xander coming in Giles' hand or the way his
body clenched enticingly around Giles' own cock. It was like an
incredibly perfect dream, something he'd despaired of having and even
now had difficulty accepting the reality of.
And maybe that was why it mattered - because it made
it all the more perfect.
But then it ceased to matter, because Giles felt his own release begin
to sweep through him as Xander's body contracted in a series of
shock-tightening ripples around him, and he was lost.
He cried out, and it was Xander's name in his head, no matter what came
out of his mouth, came in that first long, endless surge that should
have been enough, but his hips jerked forward again and again, until he
was hollowed out and empty.
Giles pulled out of Xander slowly, feeling his legs trembling with
reaction and knelt beside him, head down, taking deep, shuddering
breaths. He peeled off the condom, wrapping it in the tissues he'd used
earlier, and lay down by Xander, wrapping his arm around his shoulder
and kissing the side of his face.
Xander stirred after a moment, shifting and seeming to sink even more
heavily into the mattress, were that possible. His expression was
dazed, pleased, a bit as if he'd had a dose of an opiate and was still
reeling with the effects. "That was..." He cleared his throat and
smiled beatifically. "Wow."
"Is that better than 'unbelievably hot'?" Giles said, smoothing the
hair off Xander's face and kissing him again. "Because if it isn't, I'm
going to have to disagree with you."
"Mm. Not better. Shorter." Xander turned some more and slid an arm
around Giles' neck, pulling him closer for a longer kiss. "Short words
"I love you," Giles said as if testing the words. "Yes, they are,
you're quite correct." He smiled, shifting closer, letting his hands
rove across Xander's back in slow, gentle sweeps. "I love you, Xander -
no, Xander's one syllable too long. What a pity, when I've set my heart
on you." He looked thoughtful. "It can be the exception that proves the
Xander blinked and looked at him. "You said 'syllable,'" he pointed
out, reasonably enough. "And 'exception.' Those both have three." His
hand slid up the back of Giles' neck into his hair, cupping the back of
his head, and gave it a gentle shake back and forth. "I love you too.
And those are all one." He blinked again. "And so are those. I'm good
at this." Again that smile, wide and peaceful.
"So you are," Giles said, smiling back. The cool air made him shiver
and he tugged the quilt down, so they could get underneath it. The room
was dark now and he couldn't see Xander's face clearly, but it didn't
matter because his eyes were closing anyway, and he knew just where
Xander was because he was holding onto him.
Read: Chapter 12