FIC: In the Dark of the Library
Names: In the Dark of the Library
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Xander/Giles.
Summary: It’s never happened before…
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy owns. Not me.
Author’s Notes: For skullgirl013 who wanted Xander/Giles and not for Abby who is scared of this pairing but I’m sure will read it... =P I'm not sure I even like this that I wrote tho.
It’s never happened before and part of him doesn’t believe it’s happening now.
Lips on skin.
There was Buffy. And Willow, of course. And Cordy.
Hands on skin.
But he’d always found his eyes drawn to him.
Clothes discarded.
Older, more mature, polishing his glasses in the corner and trying not to look. Just like Xander had been doing.
Lips on lips.
But now they were together in the dark of the library. Hands roaming each other’s bodies in passion-fuelled desperation.
Nails digging into flesh.
“Giles,” Xander moans as Giles’s mouth latches onto his neck and his hands lift his shirt up his back, exposing the skin beneath to the cool, musty air of the library.
Need more.
“Xander,” Giles replies, pulling the shirt over his head and pushing him against the bookcase behind him. Giles’ hands roam up his back to hold his shoulder blades and bring him closer as his mouth finds Xander’s again.
Don’t stop. Never stop.
Nervous, desperate, Xander grabs Giles’ belt, unbuckling, pulling, ripping, begging it to come free of his trousers without looking down, eyes firmly closed as Giles’ tongue caresses the inside of his mouth. Giles’ hands move to help with the belt but Xander kisses him firmly and he gets the message - don't move your hands.
Stop and I’ll die.
The belt comes loose and Xander lets a grateful whimper loose in Giles’ mouth, which only makes Giles more wanting. His hands slide down Xander’s bare back and slip into his baggy trousers. The ones everyone make fun of him for. The ones Giles adores.
Feels so good.
Xander’s hands switch to his own trousers. Eager. Needing more contact. He unbuttons them, lets them drop, steps out of them while still kissing Giles with fierce determination. Giles’ hands go to his arse, caress his cheeks and slip between them.
Sensation...
Xander whimpers loudly. He’s never felt this before. Never thought he would. But now he can’t imagine being without the feeling.
Never stop.
The finger moves. Xander jerks. His mouth leaves Giles’ and his forehead hits the older man’s shoulder. “Do you want me to stop?” Giles asks. There’s a tiny bit of fear in his voice. Xander shakes his head.
So new...
“Just ... new feeling ...” Xander gasps. He doesn’t know when Giles lubricated his fingers but he’s glad that he did.
Such feeling...
“You’ll get used to it,” Giles promises. “And you’ll grow to love it.”
Already do.
Xander grabs at Giles’ trousers again and this time manages to get them to fall to his ankles. Giles steps out.
So hot.
“Do you want this, Xander?” Giles asks, his voice husky with his lips against Xander’s ear.
Desperately.
“Yes,” Xander gasps, as a third finger enters him and gently spreads him. “Will it hurt?”
Pleasure from pain.
“Only for a moment,” Giles tells him.
Worth it. Has to be.
Giles’ hands go to the underside of Xander’s legs, under his knees. He lifts him onto his waist, bracing him against the bookcase as he pulls his fingers out from inside of him, replacing them with something bigger. Xander buries his face in Giles’ shoulder again but Giles uses one hand to turn his head up and kiss him softly as he thrusts up.
Explosion.
Xander yells. He isn’t sure whether from pleasure or pain but he yells. Giles doesn’t move. He stays still and holds him, kissing him gently, running his tongue over Xander’s lips, tongue, the roof of his mouth, distracting him.
Move...
Giles moves. Slowly. Deliberately slowly so as not to hurt the boy holding onto him. But, judging by the noises he makes he’s not hurting him. Not even close. He’s making unintelligible noises into Giles’ mouth and then, when he breaks the kiss, into his shoulder as Giles moves him gently up and down.
Too much...
Xander shouts, the noise muffled by Giles’ shoulder, his fingernails scraping across his back as he comes. He can’t hold it off, not with all these sensations coursing through him and Giles knows that. It’s too much to expect. He pulls gently out of him, incomplete, and kisses him, slowly as he lowers him to his feet, supporting him, half expecting him to fall over. But he doesn’t.
Something in return...
Instead he leans, grabs Giles, kisses him hard as his one hand goes to Giles’ erection and strokes it slowly. Giles can tell he’s used to doing this -probably to himself - and bites back a moan at the thought of Xander lying in bed and touching himself.
Thinking of you...
Giles represses another noise and Xander moves his hand faster as he kisses Giles slowly. Giles comes over Xander hand, wraps his arms around him and kisses him harder, pushing him against the shelves.
“You need to go home,” Giles says. “Before someone catches us.” He grabs a box of tissues from a studying table nearby and passes a couple to Xander to wipe his hands on.
Xander nods. “I want ... this ... was ...”
“Meet me tomorrow,” Giles whispers in his ear. “My place. I’ll show you something even better.”
Xander shivers, legs almost going as he pulls on his pants.
He’ll be there.