Giles was in a growly mood. He truly enjoyed being footloose and fancy free this summer. Things were quiet on the Hellmouth, more so than usual because the explosion in the high school library had closed it up and it hadn't erupted anywhere else. Yet. That they had detected. He refused to think about that.
His mood was based solely on the fact that he was randy beyond measure, and there was no one present at the moment with whom to share his urges. Buffy and Willow had gone off to bond over an all-day shopping spree, Xander was on his road trip (last they'd heard he was in Topeka), Oz was travelling, too. The Dingoes had booked gigs up and down the coast for the next week. Cordelia was in L.A. He really missed Cordelia. He'd have to take a trip down there to visit her soon.
The only one available right now was Wesley.
Giles' eyebrows lifted.
Wesley was rather cute.
If he kept his mouth shut except when required it could work out to both their advantages.
Giles drove to, and parked in front of, the little house Wesley was renting for the summer until he made up his mind about whether to stay or return to England.
Wesley answered the knock on his door promptly.
"Yes? Oh, hello, Mr. Giles."
"How are you feeling, Wesley?" Giles asked, leaning against the wrought iron railing on the front step.
"Very well, thank you." Wesley sounded a trifle puzzled as to why Giles had come all the way over to inquire about his health.
"You've healed after the Ascension incident?"
"Yes. Completely. One hundred percent..."
Giles herded him inside the house and shut the door behind them.
"What are you doing? Now see here!"
Giles shoved Wes's jacket off his shoulders and attacked his tie. "Gods, man. Don't you even dress down in the comfort of your own home? There is such a thing called being casual."
Wesley tried to fend him off. Giles captured Wesley's face between the palms of his hands and planted a slow, wet, searching kiss on the younger man's mouth. Wesley wobbled under the assault. Wrapping his arms around the replacement Watcher's waist, Giles pulled him close, pelvis to pelvis. Grinding against Wesley, Giles confirmed that the other man was definitely interested despite his protests. Giles' own hardening cock sought out the heat between Wesley's legs like a space age missile and nestled into it as best it could through the fabric of their trousers.
His whimpers changing from startlement to moans of desire, Wesley gave in to the feeling and hooked one leg around the back of Giles' thigh. The move brought them up closer than ever, and the kiss deepened until Giles, surprised at the exuberance of Wesley's reaction, had to break away first, or risk being smothered as his air supply was nearly cut off.
Pulling back just enough to look into those deep brown eyes, Giles smiled Ripperishly and asked, "Well, aren't you full of surprises?"
"Shut up and kiss me!" Wesley wound his hands into Giles' hair and forced his tongue inside his mouth.
When they parted again, Giles asked, "Where's your bedroom?"
"Th-that...ohgodsintheheavens...that way," he gestured vaguely. "I'm not so sure now..."
Giving him another quick kiss, Giles said, "Don't think about it. This is all about feeling good." He led Wes down the hallway. Fortunately, the bedroom was the first room they came to.
Undressing quickly, Giles stood before the other man in carefree nudity. Wesley's eyes roamed all over him, zeroing in on the semi-erect penis that greeted his sight.
"Take off your clothes," Giles ordered.
Again, Wesley surprised him by complying without cowering in terror. Instead, he quickly shed his armour, placed his glasses on the nightstand and stood quietly. Giles kept his glasses on so that he could take a good, long look at the beauty that was Wesley. His shoulders were broader than expected. His chest was fairly well defined and his stomach flatter than expected for someone who had spent his life sitting and reading. His legs were long and straight and strong. He planted his feet a little wider apart than necessary, drawing attention to the long cock that sprang out from a mass of dark curling hair. Giles stared, his mouth actually watering in anticipation of what was about to happen between the two of them.
Then Wesley stepped forward and slowly removed the glasses from Giles' face, going over to place them next to his own. Giles moved up behind him, his eyes locked onto the firmness of the other's ass. Seemingly of their own volition, his hands cupped Wesley's cheeks, caressing and gently squeezing them. Wesley straightened and leaned back into Giles' embrace. Wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist he drew him close, slotting his straining penis along the separation of the gluteus muscles. Wesley's hands covered Giles' then stole downward and back to stroke the long thighs firmly fitted up against the backs of his own.
Giles leaned in and whispered, "Let's go to bed." He kissed him behind the ear, then captured one straying hand in his own and pulled Wes down on the bed with him. They fell in a tangle, rolling over until they ended up on their sides facing each other.
Shifting so that their faces were nose to nose, Giles pushed back a lock of hair that had broken free of the bounds of Wesley's hair gel.
"You are a remarkably beautiful man," he told him. "So fit for someone of our vocation."
"I used to play rugby," came the self-conscious confession. "I still like to run whenever I can. I haven't done much of it since moving here."
Smiling, Giles nodded. "We're either up all night researching, or else the night is the only time for it because of the heat. And, of course, exercising at night on the Hellmouth is out of the question."
"Why yes! You, too?"
Giles sighed. "I've let myself get woefully out of shape these past three years."
"Not at all!" Wesley placed his hand on Giles' shoulder, the heat from it searing the over-sensitized skin. Then he traced a path downward to rest it on Rupert's chest. The palm arched slightly over the nipple without touching, which hardened just from the thought of a touch. "You look smashing to me. So strong, so capable, so very, very sexy."
Laughing, Giles said, "And I thought I came here to seduce you."
"Why did you choose me? Did you think me an easy conquest? Was no one else available?" Wesley's dark eyes bore ruthlessly into Giles' perpetually changing green ones.
In the face of the connection they had just established, Giles found he couldn't lie nor, did he wish to hurt Wesley's feelings.
"Both," he confessed quietly and waited for the anger.
He didn't receive the expected reaction. There was a momentary flash of something in the man's expression that might have been hurt, and then it was gone.
"I see."
"Wesley..."
"No. It's all right. I must come off as a complete buffoon at times. If no one expects much from me they aren't disappointed when I don't deliver the goods, and then I don't have to bear the brunt of that disappointment. I simply carry on. Hold my head up, as it were." He spoke with a straightforwardness that belied the sorrow lurking in the back of his eyes.
Giles reached out and enfolded Wesley in his arms, drawing the dark head down to his shoulder. Rocking him from side to side, Giles whispered soothing sounds in his ear. He felt a wetness against his skin, noted the nearly imperceptible shaking of the body in his arms, and knew that Wesley was crying. The younger man slid one arm under Giles' ribs, wrapped the other around the other way, and just clung fiercely.
After a while he loosened his hold, sniffing noisily.
"Never a handkerchief around when you need one," he joked uncertainly.
Giles reached to the bedside stand and freed several tissues from a box, holding them out until Wesley took them and used them to wipe up the tears, then blew his nose into them. He balled them up, and glanced around as if wondering what to do with them.
Wrinkling his nose, Giles said, "You deal with them. I'm not disposing of them for you."
They shared a laugh over that, and, in the end, Wes simply tossed them onto the floor. The action was so unlike him that they both realized it at the same time and started to laugh all over again.
When the laughter faded, Wesley commented, "Well, that was all rather unexpected."
Brushing away one remaining tear, Giles guessed, "Your father expected a lot from you?"
Wincing, Wes nodded. "Too much. More than I could deliver, at any rate."
"Sounds familiar."
"How did you cope?"
Giles rubbed slow circles on Wesley's abdomen, making him shift restlessly. "I didn't. I ran away from my destiny, got into sex, drugs, rock and roll, and a lot of bad magic." "After all was said and done, I crawled back home with my tail between my legs and accepted my fate. I didn't especially enjoy it until I came to Sunnydale and met Buffy."
Wesley could have made the appropriate noises about doing one's duty but he didn't. Instead he said, "I should like it ever so much if you would kiss me again the way you did when you arrived today."
Giles eyes widened. He was constantly being made aware of the complexities of this man he had taken to bed.
"Gladly."
Their lips met in a lingering, peaceful kiss. Slanting his mouth to the left a bit, he licked at Wesley's lips until they parted, and he slipped his tongue into the warmth, melting into the softness of the kiss. Then Wesley pressed his knee against Giles' crotch, and suddenly the gentleness of their meeting made way for heartily expressed passion.
Giles' penis stirred back to life. During the purging of emotions his erection had deflated, but now, as the chemistry between him and Wesley raged, his cock stiffened with a swiftness that amazed him. He rubbed it against the firm belly of his lover, moaning under the sensation. He put his hands under Wes's hips and lifted him into a position that provided more satisfying friction. Wesley joined him in rapidly thrusting up and down, his own erection also painfully hard. They lost themselves in the moment, their shafts sliding side by side. Giles' balls slapped against the coarse hair at the base of Wes's cock, adding to the already mind-numbing stimulation.
His movements grew erratic as he felt himself tighten, gathering for that final burst. Wesley also lost the rhythm but not the drive. Wildly they humped against each other. Then Giles shot his seed upward in looping ribbons all over Wesley's stomach. That was all the incentive the other man needed and he, too, came messily for what seemed a full minute. They both went limp and just held each other.
Resting for a bit, Giles closed his eyes, his cheek against Wesley's forehead.
"Rupert?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you awake?"
Smiling because he had just discovered something, Giles subtly thrust his hips forward. "Can't you tell?"
"I seem to be having a similar reaction."
"Meaning you're still hard, also?"
"Um. Yes."
"It's a little late for self-consciousness between us, don't you think?"
By way of answer, Wesley licked the underside of Giles' jaw. He lapped away the beads of sweat then worked his way down Rupert's neck, finally nibbling on his collarbone. Still moving south, Wesley swiped his tongue across Giles' right nipple.
A pleasurable shiver crept through him; the fire he thought quenched, flared again and Giles turned Wesley onto his stomach and knelt over him. Looking down at the narrow waist and strong back, he leaned over and kissed the rounded ass that quivered under his hands. Then he drew his finger down the crack, lightly tickling the flesh.
"Have you ever done this before?"
"Yes," came the strangled whisper.
"May I?"
"Please!"
"Do you have a condom?"
"No. I wasn't...expecting company." Wesley spoke into the mattress. He was completely passive, ready for whatever Giles wished to do.
"I've got one in my wallet." Giles moved to the end of the bed and reached down for his pants which lay on the floor. He was tackled from behind as Wesley's weight fell across his back. Laughing, he twisted underneath until he was facing upward. He met Wesley's playful kiss. They tussled in a mock fight until they broke apart panting. Thrusting up, Giles said, "You'd better let me get that condom now."
Wesley raised up a bit and saw the swollen and red penis.
"Yes," he licked his lips. "I suppose I'd better do that."
He got off Giles who reached again for the prophylactic he knew was in his wallet. When he had the foil package in his hand he knelt again on the bed and saw that Wesley was stretched out beside him, once more on his stomach and with his legs spread wide.
"Slut," he teased.
Wesley looked back at him over his arm. "Get on with it." The harshness in his voice didn't ring with anger, but the need came through loud and clear. He shifted uncomfortably against the sheets.
Rolling the condom over and down his cock, Giles gritted his teeth. He was almost too close to be doing this. He needed to complete the act very soon. Lubricating his shaft with Wesley's semen that still clung to his skin and pubic hair, Giles got between his partner's legs. Jerking the younger man up onto his knees he slid one slick finger into Wesley's anus. The passage was tight.
"Relax," he urged.
"I was relaxed, dammit. Now I just want you to hurry up and fuck me!"
Giles inserted a second finger and tried to spread the channel. Wesley bucked under the invasion.
"Rupert, please! I'm so close."
"All right. Just don't complain later when you hurt."
"Giles!" Wes snarled. He was hardly in a position to threaten with his head down on his arms and his ass in the air.
Taking his burning cock in his hands, Giles pushed the head inside Wesley's opening. With a grunt he got it in a bit further, then he shoved hard and slid all the way home, the tip banging up against Wes's prostrate. The younger man rose up onto all fours and howled, thrusting backwards. Giles went with it and drove in and out, harder, faster, pumping in a mindless frenzy. Wesley rocked with him, moaning under the assault that had to be hurting him, but he never asked to stop. Reaching around, Giles clasped his partner's slender cock and stroked it in time to their coupling. Wesley's hand joined his in holding it, and they pumped together.
Giles' sopping skin slithered against Wes's back, making it harder to keep up the friction he craved, so he gathered his lover into his arms and they rode out the crest of the first roaring wave that way. Giles sat back on his heels. Wesley sat in his lap, pistoning up and down on the rod that impaled him. Searching for something on which to brace himself, Wesley grabbed Rupert's hands which were clasped across his stomach, and used them for leverage.
Another wave hit and this time Giles knew he wasn't going to make it to the other side without drowning in the middle of it. Again he grabbed the cock bobbing free and pumped it with his fist, and again Wesley put his hand over top and helped him.
Frantic with the need to come, Giles bit Wesley's shoulder. The other man yelled incoherently as his orgasm splashed all over Giles' hand. Rupert jerked his hips one more time and emptied his cock inside its hollow of heated flesh.
Wes sagged in his arms. Too heavy for Giles' leaden arms to hold upright, he let him fall to the bed and followed him down. His limp penis slipped free, and he caught the condom before it disappeared, carefully drawing it out.
Reluctantly, tiredly, leaving the warmth of the bed, he went out and across the hall to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. While he was there he cleaned himself off and returned with a wet cloth, using it to gently wipe Wesley's tender skin. He rolled him over onto his side and cleaned away all of the physical evidence of their lovemaking, both from Wesley and from the sheets. Then he returned to the bathroom. This time when he came back, he brought two big soft bath towels with him. He spread one on the bed next to Wesley who regarded him with sleepy curiosity, and who obeyed the unspoken request to roll off the other wet spot. Giles covered that with the second towel then drew the blankets up over Wes and got in underneath them himself. Curling around his lover, Giles drew him into the protective circle of his arms and whispered, "Always hold your head high in dignity and pride. You're better than they think."