__All I Want For Christmas__
By FerretGirl



Giles closed the door behind the children when they finally left. It was Christmas Eve and they had all come over for a nice, not so quiet dinner. Giles had cooked, dinner was had, and gifts were exchanged. Yet, when he walked back inside his living room, there was still one small package under the tree.

Puzzled, Giles looked at it package for a moment. It was a small, rectangular box. Wrapped in bright red glossy paper with a green satin bow around it. Who did that belong to? And how had they missed it?

Walking over to it, he pulled it out from under his small Christmas tree. It wasn't much, even the decorations were scrapped together, but it still gave his apartment a bit of the holiday feeling, as dinner with the children had done. But here was still that mysterious present.

Giles glanced at it from all sides, as if he could actually look through the box. He shook it carefully, hearing something shift inside. It wasn't very heavy. Frowning, he turned it around, looking for a name. When he located the small card he pulled it out and read it, becoming even more puzzled.

"To Rupert Giles. Love W." he read out loud from the card. He turned it around and then back again, looking at the neat scrawling on the card. A familiar scrawling. From someone whom he had wished could've made dinner as well. But, of course, a vision or something other had kept his friend... his lover, from joining him.

"Wesley. What did the git get me?"

Smiling bigger now, Giles tore the paper from around the box, opened it and peered inside. His face turned into one of confusion. Blinking, he reached inside and pulled the small instrument out. "A cell phone?" Why on earth would Wesley give him a cell phone? That just didn't make sense.

Confused, Giles sank down on the sofa and glared at the thing. He randomly pushed at some of the tiny buttons, pulling his finger back as thought it might get burned when the cell suddenly began to make a noise. "What the..." Nearly panicking, Giles stared at it, ready to throw it back in the box.

A moment of clarity made him press the button with the green phone on it though. Holding the small thing to his ear he listened to who might be on the phone. All he heard was breathing though.

"Errr... hello?"

"Hello, love. I hear you've managed to figure out the right button to push," Wesley's amused voice came over the phone.

"Wesley." Sitting back in the sofa, Giles smiled into the telephone. "Thank you for your gift, love. Though, I'm afraid I don't understand it. Why did you give me a cell phone?"

"It's all part of the plan," Wesley said over the phone. He made himself comfortable, lying down on bed. He shifted the receiver of the phone and smiled. "The phone is just an object I needed to surprise you. Where are you currently?"

"Uhm... I'm on the sofa. In the living room," Giles replied, still confused.

"Hmm, that's nice. You've a very nice sofa," Wesley hummed, remembering some very heated love making session right on that sofa. "I'm currently in bed."

Sitting up straighter, Giles eyes started to shine as he began to get some idea of what his lover's plan might entail. "Really?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave. "What are you wearing?"

"A green bow," Wesley answered, shifting on the bed. "It's matches the one wrapped around the box." Glancing down his naked body, Wesley grinned at the green bow tied gracefully around his waking erection. "You were correct, green really does suit me."

Swallowing hard, Giles shifted on the sofa. He toed off his shoes, pulled his legs on the sofa, and suddenly had a little bit more trouble breathing. "A bow? And where are you wearing this bow?" Slipping the green bow from the box, he slid the silk through his fingers.

"Around my cock," Wesley said softly. Reaching out he stroked his hand over his cock once, slowly, letting out a soft moan as he did so. The only thing missing was that he'd rather have his lover's hands doing the stroking.

Closing his eyes, Giles let out a shuddering breath as he pictured Wesley on his bed, wearing nothing but a bow. Shaft jutting out of the pubic hair, leaking pre-come, legs spread slightly, his hand wrapped around that gorgeous cock, stroking slowly.

Letting out a low groan at the picture, Giles' hand moved to his own trousers, unzipping them and slipping it inside. "Dear lord, love. And suddenly I appreciate your gift a whole lot more," he breathed into the cell.

"I though you might," Wesley's amused voice came. He let his legs fall open a a little more, moving his hand down to fondle his balls. Rolling them around in his fingers, tugging on them, squeezing. Closing his eyes, he breathed heavily into the cell. "Why don't you get comfortable too, Giles." It wasn't really a question.

Giles nodded a little bit too much into the cell phone. "Yes, yes, Why don't I do that. Just a moment, Wes." Putting the cell phone carefully down on the coffee table, as if handling it too much might cause him to loose connection, he stood up. Unzipping his trousers, he pushed them down his hips, taking his boxers with them. His already throbbing cock jumped free, slapping wetly against his stomach. After some thought he shucked out his shirt as well, putting his glasses on the table.

He felt a little bit ridiculous, standing naked in his living room, but the cell phone on the table made him quickly forget about that. Sinking back down on the sofa, he pulled up his legs a little, spreading them for easy access. Swallowing hard, he put the cell back to his ears. "I'm back."

"So I hear," Wesley's soft voice came. "Now here is what I want you to do next. Take the green ribbon and tie it around the base of your cock. You're not to come until I tell you too." Wesley glanced down at the green ribbon tied securely around the base of his own erection. "And I'm not allowed to come until you tell me," he added amused.

Giles sucked in his breath audibly. He put the cell between his ear and shoulder and reached out for the green ribbon. In a few quick moves he had it tied around the base of his pulsing shaft. The idea of Wesley in a similar position made his cock twitch. Lying back down, he made himself comfortable on the sofa again. "Am I allowed to touch?"

"Oh yes," Wesley said. He put the receiver of his phone between his ear and shoulder and ran his now free hand down his chest. He rubbed over his nipples, pinching them until they were hard. His other hand was still fondling his balls, pressing his fingertips over the soft skin below it. "You can touch whatever you want. You just can't come until I tell you to." Moaning into the phone as he swiped his thumb over the pre-come leaking head of his cock, Wesley shivered. "Tell me what you'd do if I were there with you now, Giles."

A whimper escaped Giles lips as he heard Wesley moan into the phone. He wrapped his hand around his own cock, moving it up and down at a slow pace. "Hmmmm." Closing his eyes he pictured Wesley with him now. Lying down on the sofa, naked.

"I'd kiss you all over. Nip an suck on your nipples until they are hard under my tongue. Nuzzle your pubic hair before wrapping my lips around your cock. I'd lap up the pre-come, suck the tip of your shaft into my mouth. Feel it throbbing between my lips, swirling my tongue around the head. Tasting you, sucking you. Letting my mouth slowly slide down until my nose is buried in your pubic hair, swallowing around you."

Breathing hard by now, Giles could picture Wesley on the sofa. One hand tangled in his hair, arching his hips up to get more of that hot sweet mouth. Moving his hand lower he smiled when her heard Wesley whimper over the cell phone. He moved his own hand lower, rubbing the tip of his pre-come slicked finger over his entrance. "What about you, love? What would you want."

Sucking in his breath, Wesley shuddered. Damn, he'd found the error in his plan. Giles really had filthy mouth on him. Slowly he let out his breath and closed his own eyes. Squeezing his balls in his hands, he reveled at the familiar weight of them. Though he'd rather have another familiar weight in his hands, mouth, arse.

"I could suck you off," he started. "But I would want to feel you inside me. I would want to feel your pulsing cock pushing inside me. Can you see it now? I'm lying on the bed, my legs spread wide, all slicked up. Just ready and waiting for your cock to fill me. I want you to push slowly inside. I'd wrap my legs around you and pull you in all the way."

Wesley's hips thrust up, sliding his cock through his fist. Picturing himself lying beneath his lover, legs wrapped around Giles waist, hands tangled in that soft hair. Clenching around him as his lover thrust into him, bumping against his prostate, claiming that sweet mouth, tongues battling. "Oh good lord," he whispered into the phone.

"Christ! Wesley," Giles nearly cried out as he could feel his balls rising up. He pushed the tip of his finger inside his puckered hole, moaning as he curled his finger, nudging his prostate. "I had no idea you could talk dirty so well, my love," he breathed into the telephone. Sliding a hand over his chest, picturing Wesley's hand, he rubbed his thumb over his nipples. His other hand kept rolling his balls while his come slicked finger pushed into his hole.

"I've learned it from the best." Taking a ragged breath, Wesley let his legs fall open a little wider. He could feel his cock throbbing in his hand, his balls twitching in the other. "Of course you could always ride me. Reach behind you and take me in deep inside. Your hands sliding over my chest, you tongue licking my nipples, sucking on them while you ride me hard. You can feel me pulsing inside you, clenching around my shaft." Groaning hard he arched up from the bed, thrusting into the tunnel of his hand.

"Oh god," Giles breathed. His balls had drawn up painfully, aching with need. "Wesley, please," he pleaded. One hand wrapped around his cock, Giles pumped it at a fast pace. Swiping his thumb over the head, pushing it into the slit. He rolled his balls around hard as he pushed his finger deep inside when his hand moved down. "Please, love... I... I need..."

Wesley gasped at the desperation in his lover's voice. His own cock aching with need. "Do you want to come Giles? Is that what you need, love?" he managed to get out, his own body trembling with anticipation. "Come for me Giles. I want to hear you come, please love."

Swallowing hard, Giles nodded and groaned into the cell phone. Any ability he might have had to talk at this point was lost. He reached down and pulled on the bow around his aching erection. Giles felt the rush go through his body the moment the satin slipped away.

He pumped his hand up and down a few times, arching off the sofa. His balls drew up fast and hard and his breathing hitched. Panting through parted lips, he cried out as he spilled his release all over his hand and belly. He shuddered when the orgasm washed over him over and over again. He kept stroking his softening erection, milking every drop from the tip.

Wesley was aching. He listened to Giles orgasm over the telephone, picturing that familiar face as he came. Those eyes rolling in the back of his head, back arching like a bow, spilling his come. He regretted that he wasn't there to lick Giles clean. The he couldn't suck those balls into his mouth, swirl his tongue around them to lick the come from them. "Giles, please," he breathed heavily into the phone.

Smiling lazily into the telephone, Giles brought up his hand to lick the come of it. Wishing it was Wesley's come he was lapping up. He heard the desperation in his lover's voice, his cock twitching a the sound. "Wesley," his sigh turned into a whimper, "Come for me, love."

Pulling the bow from around his shaft, Wesley spread his legs and wrapped his hand around his cock hard. The sound of Giles coming, the picture of his lover reaching that point of ecstasy made him arch of the bed. His balls rose up fast and before he know it his hips stuttered their thrusting as he spilled his come. He panted out Giles name as his orgasm hit him hard. His sight narrowing down to nothing but white as he kept stroking his cock. "Oh dear lord, Giles."

"That was marvellous, my love," Giles said. He was lying on the sofa, hand lazily moving over his soft cock, sometimes moving lower to squeeze his balls. "I've no idea what to say. I'm.... Still rather speechless." He let out a breathless laugh, still glowing from his orgasm. He missed his lover's arms around him. Wesley's lips on him as they kissed. He missed his lover's warm body snuggling close to his. But at least they had been able to share this, still be together for Christmas. His boyfriend was very, very clever sometimes.

"Giles?"

"Yes, Wesley?"

"Merry Christmas, love."

Giles smiled into the telephone. "Merry Christmas, love."

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