Wesley walked into the Library of Sunnydale High. He had nowhere else to be, nowhere else to go, no one to talk to and the Library seemed to be the place everyone gathered so he had fallen into the habit of doing the same thing. He was half hoping that some of the group of Slayerettes, as he'd heard them call themselves, would be present. It was getting lonely in Sunnydale with no one willing to speak to him unless necessary. No one, that is, except Miss Chase. She seemed to have taken a fancy to him as he had to her. Lovely creature. Too bad she was underage. Why were the girls these days given such grownup bodies before they were of legal age for a fellow to help them enjoy them?
As he pushed through the swinging doors a soft sound caught his attention. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he automatically grabbed a stake from the inside pocket of his three piece suit. Glancing around wildly, he searched for the source of the noise. The Hellmouth had so far proven to be a terror for someone with his sensibilities. Heart racing madly, he advanced further into the room.
Another sound, over to the left in the shadows.
Moving closer he was astonished at what he saw.
Two people -- a man and a woman, thank God -- were coupling up against the bookcage. They were fully clothed and their faces were hidden from his line of sight as they engaged in what looked like a fierce kiss. Oh God. It was obvious what was going on as the man's hips thrust forward in a slow rhythm, pressing forward against the woman trapped between him and the cage. Both of her hands clutched at the back of the man's neck while his fingers gripped the metal grid behind her. Her feet were off the floor, her weight supported entirely by her partner, her legs were wrapped around his hips, riding him for all she was worth.
Wesley stared, immobilized, for a moment and then he realized who the two were.
"Miss Cordelia!" he blurted. "Mister Giles!"
Cordelia's face popped up over Giles' shoulder. Positively glowing from her exertions, she smiled brightly at him and panted, "Wesley! What are...you...unhh... doing...here?" Then a look of intense concentration passed over her face. "Ooh, yeah, like that. Yeah. Do that again. Uhmmmm..."
Wesley noted that Cordelia's skirt was pushed up around her waist and that Giles' pants were hanging loosely at his hips.
His thrusts speeding up and becoming a little erratic, Giles spared a quick glance over his shoulder.
"Was there something you wanted?" he asked, clearly annoyed at the intrusion.
"W-wanted? I... that is, no. No! I was just going to do some...re-research on... Oh, Lord. I'll go now and leave you two to...'
"Wesley, wait!" Cordelia called to him, and because it was Cordelia calling, he obeyed.
Suddenly her panting increased, her cries rose in volume and intensity and her eyes squeezed shut. "Aaaah, Giiiiles!" Shuddering violently, she climaxed right then.
Giles, keeping one hand down between their bodies, continued to pump into her for a few more strokes and then he, too, orgasmed. They leaned on each other while they regained their composure. Finally, they separated and Cordelia's skirt dropped down. Wesley glimpsed her long tanned legs and shapely thighs and then a flash of Giles' firm buttocks before the elder Watcher caught his trousers from dropping further. Giles bent down and plucked Cordelia's panties off the floor. He handed them to her, receiving a lingering kiss as his reward. Wesley watched with sinking heart as the look the two exchanged was filled with emotions he could only dream of now. He turned away.
"Wesley," Cordelia approached him and, as he looked at her, she slid her undergarment up her legs and settled it in place. Her skirt dropped again. His gaze followed it down and then he looked up again. "Wesley," she wore the same invigoratingly coy smile she always did when she was around him. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way. Giles and I have been seeing each other for a while now."
Shooting an angered look in the direction of the former Watcher, who was in the act of tucking in his shirt and zipping up his pants, Wesley sputtered, "Seeing quite a lot of each other, I'd wager." His tone of voice left no doubt as to what he really meant.
Giles gazed back at him with an unfathomable expression. It was then that Wesley noticed that Giles was dressed far more casually than he had ever seen him -- dark slacks, midnight blue silk shirt unfastened at the throat and, as Wesley watched, he plucked a three-quarter length leather jacket from the checkout counter and put it on. His eyes glittered dangerously in the dim light of the Library. A shiver raced up Wesley's spine.
Cordelia touched Wesley's arm and the sensation of her fingers gripping his wrist wrenched his attention back to her.
"We had a disagreement shortly before you arrived in Sunnydale and stopped seeing each other for a few days. When I saw you standing here in the Library that day I couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation to make Giles jealous. And it worked, too, I might add...though not right away." She looked at her lover and pouted.
"I see," Wesley said stiffly, "you used me then."
"Yes. No! Well, yes. I did. But if you weren't so darn cute I would never have even thought of it."
"And is this supposed to make me feel better?"
"No, it's supposed to be my explanation to you so you understand what's going on. Geez. Why do men always think everything is about them?"
Bewildered, Wesley glanced at Giles who conceded a silent shrug.
Cordelia looked from one to the other. "I'm going to get cleaned up. I'm all...sticky." She grinned at Giles who smiled back at her then glanced away. "You two behave yourselves while I'm gone."
She sashayed out of the room.
Wesley found himself staring at Giles. When he realized what he was doing, he shook himself out of it and straightened up.
"I, uh, sh-should be going."
Giles walked forward, toward him. His eyes were locked on Wesley.
"Wh-what?"
"Did you enjoy watching Cordelia and me? Is that how you get your kicks?"
There didn't seem to be anything threatening about Giles' manner. And it was just a question. Two, actually.
"Um, no. I mean, she's a lovely young woman but as you yourself pointed out, she is a student here." Trying hard to convince himself that his hopes for a little romance of his own weren't dashed, Wesley kept his chin up.
"She's eighteen."
"Oh. Oh!"
Giles was within arm's reach now.
"Did it get you all hot and bothered? Seeing Cordelia like that? Or do you prefer it when the girls have no clothes on?" Giles was very close. He stared up into Wesley's face. "Or perhaps you really like men?"
Wesley felt Giles' breath, warm and smelling of mints and tea and a trace of Scotch, on his face. He drew his head back a bit but stubbornly held his ground.
"I say! How dare you...? Umphhh." Unaccountably, Wesley found his mouth assaulted by Giles' lips. He began to protest further and Giles took advantage of that by slipping his rather insistent tongue inside the opening afforded him. As the foreign tongue stroked his own in a not too unpleasant manner, Wesley jumped suddenly when a hand grabbed him between the legs.
"Erp!" He jerked his head back, but Giles placed his other hand behind his head and held him fast. Wesley fought him at first but after Giles removed his hand from Wesley's nether regions, he realized that he wasn't being harmed, he was being loved which was only what he'd wanted all along. Giving in to the pleasant sensation of being kissed by someone who knew what they were doing (and, in his humble opinion, anyone dating Cordelia would have to know how to please their partner), Wesley tentatively began to kiss back. Experimentally, he licked Giles' lips and then dipped his tongue back inside the warm mouth. Giles chuckled softly, the vibration travelling from one man to the other. Encouraged, Wesley intensified the kiss, engulfing Giles' mouth and probing deeper, pleased to be able to show off his own talents. Giles stroked his tongue alongside Wesley's, gently but firmly.
After several moments of heated bliss, Wesley felt Giles draw back, taking the younger man's bottom lip with him between his teeth and then releasing it. Opening his eyes, he saw a pair of green eyes studying him from inches away.
"Um, yes. That was very nice."
"Nice! You little twerp... We need to update your vocabulary."
Giles closed in for another heartstopping kiss when they heard Cordelia return.
"Hey, guys! Oh, God. I go away for five minutes and this is what happens? Wesley, are you trying to steal my boyfriend?"
Hastily, Wesley backed away from Giles.
"Not trying...exactly. More like he's trying to steal me." He was so embarrassed at being caught in the act of making out with another man and by the other man's girlfriend no less. He was worse than embarrassed. He was mortified.
"Giles," Cordelia said accusingly, "didn't I tell you that we have to be at the club by 9 o'clock? We'll never make it if you start something with Wesley."
She went to Giles and took his arm. "Come along. Maybe you can play with him later."
As they walked out the door, Cordelia waved back at Wesley. "Bye."
Giles turned and winked.
Wesley watched them go. He was, after all, a Watcher. A lonely, frustrated, turned-on Watcher.
He sighed heavily thinking dire thoughts about his life in Sunnydale. Then he brightened as he remembered Cordelia's suggestion about later. Feeling much better he made up his mind to find out where Giles lived. Perhaps he could show up unexpectedly in the wee hours looking for a specific book that he absolutely needed to help the Slayers. That was a sound idea. In the meantime, he desperately needed to do something about his present condition. There was an ache in his groin that wasn't going to go away by itself.
Looking around the deserted Library he decided to do it in Giles' office. That chair looked like it might have just the right angle. Perhaps Giles himself had used it for such a purpose. Wesley's hand drifted towards his zipper as the image of Giles doing what he was about to do came to mind.
As he entered the office and settled in the chair, he fervently hoped that his stay in Sunnydale would soon become more fun. It certainly hadn't been easy so far.
Sliding his hand inside the folds of his pants he began to stroke himself, leaned back and, with eyes closed, let his mind wander through the first of various fantasies involving Giles that had sprung to mind the day they met.