The knock at his door sounded especially loud as it woke Giles from the depths of sleep. Squinting at the clock he noted it was 1:36 a.m. and remembered how he'd actually made it home shortly after midnight for a change. He'd gone directly to bed too tired to do more than strip to his underwear and crawl under the covers. Now the insistent banging of the metal knocker against the solid oak of his door was impossible to ignore. With a groan that turned into a growled curse low in his throat, he fumbled for his glasses on the nightstand and went downstairs, pulling on his robe as he went to find out what was the urgency. It could be Buffy in trouble.
A quick peek through the lookout grate showed him Xander standing on his front step. Giles opened the door and the young man greeted him with a nervous smile.
"Hey. G-ma...uh, Giles."
"What's wrong?" Giles asked.
"Can I come in?" Giles gestured and shut the door once Xander was inside. The younger man moved into the livingroom and stood there, obviously ill-at-ease.
Giles stared at him for a moment waiting for some indication of the reason for the visit. Finally he repeated the question. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. What makes you think something's wrong?" Xander smiled too brightly, still nervous.
Running a hand through hair mussed from sleep Giles said, "You show up here in the middle of the night and you're going to wear a hole in your trouser leg if you keep doing what you're doing."
Xander looked down and saw that he was worrying a worn spot through the inseam of his jeans. He jerked his hand away then wiped both palms on his shirt.
Giles noticed this and realized whatever the problem was it wasn't an emergency and probably had nothing to do with the Hellmouth.
"Sit down." He directed Xander to the couch and sat in a nearby armchair.
"What's bothering you?"
Sitting with elbows on his knees, Xander had his head down and his fingers over his mouth. His reply came out muffled.
"What? I didn't hear what you said."
Xander lifted his head.
"You. I said you're the problem. You're...my...problem."
Giles tried to rally his tired brain long enough to think of what he could have done to upset the boy. He couldn't come up with...
"Oh."
"Yeah." Xander was watching him and saw comprehension come to light.
"This is about the other day in the Library when..." Giles trailed off.
"When you kissed me," Xander finished in a barely audible voice.
Giles shifted uncomfortably. It was his turn to fiddle with his clothing. He ran the sash of his robe through his fingers while he tried to think of what to say.
"Xander, I was only trying to teach you a lesson. Obviously, my methods were not well thought out. I was angered by your foolish observations about the devil and me...and the rest."
Xander nodded that exaggerated head-bob of his.
"Yeah. I know why you did it. Let's forget about all of that, okay? I just...I'm here..." He paused then went on in a rush. "I came here because I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."
Giles thought Xander had been unusually quiet the past couple of days but they'd all been busy dealing with the latest and, thankfully minor, threat to Sunnydale.
"I liked it when you...kissed me. It was different than kissing Cordy. Not that there's anything wrong with kissing Cordy. I like kissing Cordy. I mean, just look at her! She's gorgeous! But with you...it was different."
"And?" Giles prompted, trying to understand.
"And? And I think...I'm attracted to you. And I think I want more."
"You want me to kiss you again?" Giles asked carefully.
"No. I mean yes but...more. I want you to make love to me."
Giles mouth went dry. What the bloody hell had he started with the boy? He got up and went to the kitchen for a drink of water and to give himself time to think. Watching the water run for a moment he struggled to come up with answers. Filling a glass full he drank it down in one gulp. He turned around to find Xander right behind him, not quite in his space but awfully close.
"Um, Xander, perhaps you're confused about...about your sexuality but I don't think..."
"I'm not confused about that. I like girls. Really. Please, Giles. I know this is asking a lot but I've never done it...never had sex before."
"Surely you and Cordelia..."
"No. Cordy won't go all the way. Actually, she won't go much past the kissing stage. She keeps saying she wants a partner who knows what he's doing. You know Cordy. Mixed signals all the time." He mustered up a tiny smile.
Giles stared at him. What foolhardy courage had it taken him to come here and ask this?
"You do know it's different between a man and a woman than between two men?"
"Of course I know that. I took Health class." Xander was affronted then realized how it must sound to Giles. "Oh. I get it. No. It's just that you were so patient with me the other day and, well, there's no one else I can ask."
Shaking his head, Giles suddenly saw the humour in the situation. Most teenage boys would go to their father or teacher or some parental figure to ask about the birds and the bees. Xander had to be different and ask another male to make love to him so that he could garner the experience his girlfriend wanted from him. There was a certain convoluted logic in there somewhere considering it was Xander with whom he was dealing.
"If you're going to laugh at me I'll leave now." Xander stood up.
"Wait. I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you. It just sounds a little strange to me that you would want me to show you how to make love so you can sleep with Cordelia." Giles tilted his head and looked at the younger man hoping he'd get it.
A smile slowly appeared on Xander's mouth.
"Yeah. Funny. And pathetic. That's me."
Giles stood up also. "Xander..."
Xander surprised him when he suddenly moved forward and kissed him on the lips. Not more than a quick peck at first then Xander grasped Giles by the shoulders and kissed him harder, just as quickly releasing him.
Trying to regain the breath stolen from him, Giles said, "Is this about learning to make love or about losing your virginity?"
"Both."
"Xander, I..."
"Giles, you do know about making love to a man. Right?" For some reason that question conjured up a fierce blush on the teenager's cheeks where their previous discussion had failed to cause more than a slight reddening of the tips of his ears. "I mean, otherwise, why did you kiss me the other day? Oh. God. It was just an impulse. God, why did I assume you would know about making love to a man? Oh, Giles. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thought...I mean, I didn't think... Oh, God..."
The kid could go on rambling incoherently forever, making himself feel worse and worse. Cursing that impulsive urge that sometimes got him into trouble and had, indeed, done so this time, Giles reached out and yanked Xander up against his chest, wrapping his arms around the slighter frame and engulfing those full lips in a blistering kiss. He waited until Xander relaxed his stiff posture before he deepened the kiss and forced his tongue inside the other's mouth. Sweeping all the way around he sucked Xander's tongue into his own mouth and held on. When he finally eased off Xander swayed slightly and had to hang on to Giles' arms to stay upright.
Giles was reluctant to let him go finding himself unaccountably aroused.
"Let's go upstairs where we'll be more comfortable." He met Xander's eyes and saw curiosity alight there.
Xander nodded. "'Kay." And he followed Giles to the stairs.
Giles made no other move towards him, letting him follow at his own pace.
When they reached the bedroom, Xander hesitated in the doorway. Giles had gone to place his glasses on the nightstand, turning back he saw apprehension flitting across Xander's face. He took a few steps towards him, held out a hand and, when it was grasped, he pulled the boy into the room.
"One more time, Xander. Why do you want to do this?"
"Cordy wants me broken in."
"She said that?"
"Yeah. She doesn't want me all shy and nervous and bumbling. She wants me to be able to at least look like I know what I'm doing."
"Doesn't ask for much does she?"
Xander actually laughed at that. "No."
Giles' hands moved up underneath Xander's baggy shirt. He wore a t-shirt under that so Giles raised the bottom of the shirt and pulled it off over his head. While he was working on the t-shirt, Xander's fingers picked at the knot in the sash holding Giles' robe closed. Giles made short work of Xander's tee and dropped his hands to the boy's waist leaning in for a gentle kiss. Feeling his robe fall open he shrugged it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Xander eyed the lean muscles of the man in his arms.
Giles held his breath. This was where they either went on or stopped. If Xander realized that he wasn't actually attracted to men -- to him -- he wouldn't go any further. Not without a lot of prompting. Giles had faith in his ability to arouse Xander, to drive him wild with passion, but if Xander wasn't so inclined this would not go any further.
Large brown eyes lifted and looked at him through long lashes, then he placed the flat of his palm against Giles' chest, over his heart. He left it there for a moment then ran it upwards to the shoulder and then into Giles' hair spreading his fingers to cup the back of Giles' skull.
Taking that as a yes, Giles gathered him into his arms and kissed him again, fiercely, possessively. He backed toward the bed and they sank onto it still locked together at the lips.
They lay on their sides facing each other. The Watcher's nimble fingers undid the fastener of Xander's jeans and began to tug the zipper down. Xander put his hand on top, purely out of reflex. No doubt he'd never had anybody's hand in that region besides his own. He jerked his head back, his whole body suddenly rigid. Giles looked into his eyes and saw panic.
He lifted his hand to caress Xander's face.
"It's okay. We can stop."
Xander drew in a ragged breath.
"No. I just... I don't want to stop. Please?"
Admiring the boy's bravery Giles smiled encouragingly.
"Good. Otherwise we'd both have to take cold showers." He glanced down at the bulge in Xander's jeans. His own erection was tenting the front of his boxer shorts.
Xander followed his gaze and laughed shortly. It was enough to get him to begin to relax again.
Giles returned his hand to the zipper. This time he got it all the way down without interference. He reached inside, found Xander's hot flesh and stroked it slowly. Xander arched his back.
"Ohh, God. This is so strange..."
Giles removed his hand and leaned closer, softly kissing the warm skin of Xander's neck. "But do you like it?" he whispered, his mouth close to Xander's ear.
"Yeah," he gulped. "Like it. Lots."
Taking his time, the Watcher continued to trail slow, hot kisses down Xander's neck and along the collarbone. The boy was perspiring, his skin glistening with a thin sheen. Giles tasted it on his lips then swept his tongue across Xander's chest, once, twice, by the third time the young man was squirming, his eyes tightly shut.
Reaching out blindly, Xander found Giles' upper arms and pulled him closer, maneuvering until he could attach his mouth to the other man's, doing the one thing he knew how to do.
And he did it well in Giles' opinion, savouring the eagerness, the way Xander pressed against him and shoved his fingers into his hair, holding him captive.
Giles let it go on, content to let Xander set the pace for the moment, to allow him to feel completely comfortable.
Finally, Giles took back control. Rising to his knees, he pressed Xander onto his back and proceeded to pull the jeans down past his rump, knees, his calves, stopping at his feet.
"What's this?" he laughed, surprised. "You didn't take your shoes off?"
Leaning on his elbows, Xander replied somewhat defensively, "You didn't give me a chance."
Giles grinned. "Guess I didn't, did I?" He quickly removed the runners and socks, tossing them to the floor, then leaned in for a quick kiss before he finished pulling the jeans off. He kissed him again, hard, trying to distract Xander from his next move. Swiftly, before the boy realized what he was doing, he pulled Xander's Fruit of the Looms briefs down his legs and right off. Then he removed his own shorts and laid down beside him again, positioning himself against the long thighs and torso, gathering the young man into his arms while he covered his face with heated kisses.
Xander was breathless by the time Giles rolled over, urging him to follow.
"My turn."
"What -- what do you want me to do?" Xander lay half on top of him, a little apprehensive.
"Let your instincts take over."
"I...I can't."
"Yes you can. Start with whatever you feel comfortable doing. I'll let you know if I don't like it. Go on."
Giles purposely lay passively, watching through half shut eyes, his arms spread against the comforter.
Xander licked his lips then bent his head and kissed Giles. The kiss was tentative at first, as if knowing what was to follow made him uncertain in his one area of expertise. When Giles did nothing except respond to the kiss Xander grew bolder and kissed the Watcher's neck and then further down. When he started sucking on one of Giles' nipples, causing him to shift restlessly under him, eyes completely shut, Xander began to experiment.
He rubbed his hands over Giles' chest and stomach, down Giles' sides stopping at his hips.
Giles' eyes fluttered open. He took Xander's hands and held them against his own skin, pressing them close as he drew them under his hips to cup his ass, gripping his fingers so that they gently squeezed him. Xander repeated the movement then ran his hands up and down Giles's sides, over and under his hips. While he was so occupied, Giles moved his own hands across Xander's body, coming to rest between the thighs, letting his fingers rest in the hair there at the base of the younger man's erection.
Xander flinched.
"Easy, luv."
Suddenly shy, Xander said, "I'm not...I don't think..."
"It's all right. Let me show you. Lie back."
This time he found it difficult to go slowly, impatient to do something about his growing need. But he wanted to make sure that Xander didn't get scared off so he quelled his haste as best he could.
He took Xander's cock in his hand, closing his fist around it and began to stroke up and down, slowly, rhythmically. Xander's head was flung back, a low groan rumbling in his chest.
"God, Giles!"
"Shh. Let me make you feel good."
"Al-ready -- good!"
Gripping him tightly, preventing him from reaching a climax, Giles replaced his hands with his mouth, drawing Xander deep into his throat, sucking hard until the younger man let loose with a scream and shot his seed. Giles swallowed as much as he could but Xander had a lot of desire pent up and kept coming and coming. Giles released him, pulling his head away. Xander's cum sprayed his face and chest. Giles fell back against the covers of the bed, one outflung hand resting against Xander's heaving side.
After a moment he got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a damp towel and rubbed it over Xander's body, wiping him off. Tossing it aside he perched on the bed and drifted his fingers along Xander's leg.
"Wow," was Xander's only comment.
Giles smiled at him. "Your, uh, enthusiasm surprised me."
In answer, Xander stroked his arm. "You still need to..." His eyes settled on Giles' untended arousal.
It was painful and throbbing but he said, "It's all right. I can take care of it." He wanted nothing better than to bring himself off but the whole point of this night was to teach Xander.
Xander sat up. "Let me."
"Are you sure?"
"I want to try."
Lying back, Giles told him, "It won't take much at this point."
"I can help," Xander insisted and leaned over to deposit wet kisses on Giles' chest moving down to his abdomen. When he got lower, his hot breath tickling Giles' skin, the Watcher shifted involuntarily.
He was close. So close. He craved Xander's hot mouth on his cock. Reaching up he grabbed a double handful of hair and brought the boy's face closer to where he wanted it, needed it.
The blissful sensation of a strong tongue running up the underside of his shaft took him over the edge. He moaned deep and low then cried out as he reached orgasm. When he opened his eyes, Xander was wiping at the cum that covered the lower part of his face and neck. The boy dipped a finger in the sticky substance and, bringing it to his mouth, tasted it. He smiled at his teacher.
"You came too fast for me."
"I did warn you."
Xander just grinned at him and reached for the discarded towel to clean himself off.
Giles stifled a yawn. He got up and flung the covers back starting to slide under them.
"You could stay if you want. But your parents might get upset when they find you're not home."
"They won't notice. I can always tell them I was at Willow's studying."
"Well, part of that would be close to the truth." Giles patted the bed next to him. "Get in."
Once Xander was in bed beside him Giles drew him closer and rested his head on his lover's shoulder.
Yawning widely, Giles said, "Now you can show Cordelia a thing or two. Just remember to use a condom...we should have..." He fell into the first fulfilling sleep he'd had in ages.
Xander snugged himself up tight against Giles' side and was fast asleep within seconds. The dreams he had that night were filled with kindness and patience and a whole lot of sex.
