Giles/Ethan Fic
Another short fic.
Giles/Ethan, from Giles' POV. 1016 words.
Falling is not physics, it is chemistry
Rupert Giles first met Ethan Rayne when he was fifteen years old.
He quickly came to the conclusion that the other boy was perhaps not what his seemingly bright future would need and as his good genes urged him to, he resolved to stay clear of Ethan and the various mischiefs he was sure to bring. Rupert wishes to this day that he had had more resolve to keep his resolutions and he curses Ethan’s astounding stubbornness. Most of the time he curses Ethan more than he wishes himself stronger and he isn’t entirely sure that’s fair, but life rarely seems fair anyway so Rupert figures he is allowed to add something to the injustice.
Rupert knew Ethan slept with men as well as women; he had witnessed it enough times for it to be beyond doubt, but he was too wrapped up in his magnificent world of self created chaos to notice anyone else’s. His world spun too deliciously and every single star seemed to dance before his eyes, blinding him to his surroundings. Until the night the stars faded and never shone as bright again, that is.
They were laying back to back in Ethan’s small bed as usual, too much alcohol in their system and too much power in their blood to care about the close proximity as they fell asleep on the seemingly feather soft pillows. As Pink Floyd played on in the background, now accompanied by the odd snore or sleep mellowed moan, and the moon moved over the night sky outside the two sixteen year olds moved as well and by the time ‘Time’ had given way to ‘The Great Gig in the Sky’ and eventually faded into ‘Eclipse’ Rupert’s sleep muddled brain yielded to a small waver of conscious thought.
He can still remember how his mind was caught between the land of wayward dreams and awareness and he can still pinpoint the exact moment consciousness struck. The feeling of an enveloping warmth made him sigh and shift slightly, disturbing the drool which had been drying on his chin and which he was still not awake enough to register. The slight movement towards the presumed heat source soon made Rupert realise two things: there was an arm draped over his waist and something thin and hard was pressed against his buttocks.
His eyes widened with realisation and his first instinct had been to run, to move as far away as quickly as humanly possible. He sometimes pretends to wish he had trusted those instincts and he’s getting better at lying to himself by the day. Instead he drew a breath and slowly turned his body to face Ethan. He let the breath out between almost closed lips before timidly lifting his eyes to meet Ethan’s open ones, and Rupert had known he was awake. The peaceful demeanour and even breathing had given him away, because although Ethan was a lot of things, peaceful was not one of them, not even in sleep.
Rupert met the other boy’s gaze and even though Ethan was leering at him, a small flicker of emotion in his eyes gave him away; an emotion which Rupert is still afraid to admit was fear. The small flaw in Ethan’s cocky mask gave Rupert courage and it, he now recognises, was the beginning of Rupert Giles fatal fall for one Ethan Rayne.
Blissfully ignorant of the future’s challenges Rupert shifted his body forwards slightly, so as it was but a breath from the other boy’s, before shifting his hips so that his erection met Ethan’s. Rupert watched as the unnamed emotion in the dark eyes died and was replaced by what Rupert was fairly sure was lust. He bit his bottom lip in uncertainty and the leer on Ethan’s lips grew before a surprised moan escaped those very lips as Rupert thrust his hips slightly. Those were really pretty lips, Rupert decided as an other thrust brought Ethan’s eyelids closed and he heard the moniker Ethan had dubbed him sighed gently from those soft looking lips.
“Pretty lips.” he murmured quietly to himself but found by the smirk Ethan was now wearing that it may not have been quietly enough. The haughty reply he had been expecting did not come tough as the lips he had been admiring instead touched his lightly, with a tenderness Rupert hadn’t expected. Ethan won’t kiss him like that very often, but he doesn’t know that yet. He doesn’t know that the few times he does will forever be burned into his memory either, or that no one will ever kiss him quite like that again, because Ethan kisses with more passion in one soft and gentle kiss, and with more love, than most people seem to have in their whole body.
The second kiss Rupert ever shared with Ethan followed shortly after the first and was its opposite. It was hard and furious, though there was no anger in it Rupert realised. Even Ethan’s kisses managed to be contradictory, Rupert thought and smiled into the kiss only to have a tongue slip into his mouth and all other thoughts ceased to exist.
The thoughts returned to him later, as he lay in Ethan’s bed with one hand resting lightly on the other boy’s chest and struggling to stay there as Ethan tossed and turned in his sleep. They didn’t stay for long though as he too drifted off to sleep.
Rupert had a lot of time to think later, as he grew from Ripper to Giles, and a lot of things to think of, but for a long while after that night all he could think about was chaos and Ethan and sometimes - during peaceful nights - between thinking about Jenny’s soft body and kind heart and worrying about Buffy and Willow and Xander and Dawn and Anya and lately even Spike, it still is. And Rupert is ashamed that those moments aren’t as rare as he tells himself they are, and he’s even more ashamed that he’s happy that they aren’t.
Slut
Thanks to toestastegood for betaing, you're a real doll for helping me.
Giles/Ethan, from Giles' POV. 1016 words.
Falling is not physics, it is chemistry
Rupert Giles first met Ethan Rayne when he was fifteen years old.
He quickly came to the conclusion that the other boy was perhaps not what his seemingly bright future would need and as his good genes urged him to, he resolved to stay clear of Ethan and the various mischiefs he was sure to bring. Rupert wishes to this day that he had had more resolve to keep his resolutions and he curses Ethan’s astounding stubbornness. Most of the time he curses Ethan more than he wishes himself stronger and he isn’t entirely sure that’s fair, but life rarely seems fair anyway so Rupert figures he is allowed to add something to the injustice.
Rupert knew Ethan slept with men as well as women; he had witnessed it enough times for it to be beyond doubt, but he was too wrapped up in his magnificent world of self created chaos to notice anyone else’s. His world spun too deliciously and every single star seemed to dance before his eyes, blinding him to his surroundings. Until the night the stars faded and never shone as bright again, that is.
They were laying back to back in Ethan’s small bed as usual, too much alcohol in their system and too much power in their blood to care about the close proximity as they fell asleep on the seemingly feather soft pillows. As Pink Floyd played on in the background, now accompanied by the odd snore or sleep mellowed moan, and the moon moved over the night sky outside the two sixteen year olds moved as well and by the time ‘Time’ had given way to ‘The Great Gig in the Sky’ and eventually faded into ‘Eclipse’ Rupert’s sleep muddled brain yielded to a small waver of conscious thought.
He can still remember how his mind was caught between the land of wayward dreams and awareness and he can still pinpoint the exact moment consciousness struck. The feeling of an enveloping warmth made him sigh and shift slightly, disturbing the drool which had been drying on his chin and which he was still not awake enough to register. The slight movement towards the presumed heat source soon made Rupert realise two things: there was an arm draped over his waist and something thin and hard was pressed against his buttocks.
His eyes widened with realisation and his first instinct had been to run, to move as far away as quickly as humanly possible. He sometimes pretends to wish he had trusted those instincts and he’s getting better at lying to himself by the day. Instead he drew a breath and slowly turned his body to face Ethan. He let the breath out between almost closed lips before timidly lifting his eyes to meet Ethan’s open ones, and Rupert had known he was awake. The peaceful demeanour and even breathing had given him away, because although Ethan was a lot of things, peaceful was not one of them, not even in sleep.
Rupert met the other boy’s gaze and even though Ethan was leering at him, a small flicker of emotion in his eyes gave him away; an emotion which Rupert is still afraid to admit was fear. The small flaw in Ethan’s cocky mask gave Rupert courage and it, he now recognises, was the beginning of Rupert Giles fatal fall for one Ethan Rayne.
Blissfully ignorant of the future’s challenges Rupert shifted his body forwards slightly, so as it was but a breath from the other boy’s, before shifting his hips so that his erection met Ethan’s. Rupert watched as the unnamed emotion in the dark eyes died and was replaced by what Rupert was fairly sure was lust. He bit his bottom lip in uncertainty and the leer on Ethan’s lips grew before a surprised moan escaped those very lips as Rupert thrust his hips slightly. Those were really pretty lips, Rupert decided as an other thrust brought Ethan’s eyelids closed and he heard the moniker Ethan had dubbed him sighed gently from those soft looking lips.
“Pretty lips.” he murmured quietly to himself but found by the smirk Ethan was now wearing that it may not have been quietly enough. The haughty reply he had been expecting did not come tough as the lips he had been admiring instead touched his lightly, with a tenderness Rupert hadn’t expected. Ethan won’t kiss him like that very often, but he doesn’t know that yet. He doesn’t know that the few times he does will forever be burned into his memory either, or that no one will ever kiss him quite like that again, because Ethan kisses with more passion in one soft and gentle kiss, and with more love, than most people seem to have in their whole body.
The second kiss Rupert ever shared with Ethan followed shortly after the first and was its opposite. It was hard and furious, though there was no anger in it Rupert realised. Even Ethan’s kisses managed to be contradictory, Rupert thought and smiled into the kiss only to have a tongue slip into his mouth and all other thoughts ceased to exist.
The thoughts returned to him later, as he lay in Ethan’s bed with one hand resting lightly on the other boy’s chest and struggling to stay there as Ethan tossed and turned in his sleep. They didn’t stay for long though as he too drifted off to sleep.
Rupert had a lot of time to think later, as he grew from Ripper to Giles, and a lot of things to think of, but for a long while after that night all he could think about was chaos and Ethan and sometimes - during peaceful nights - between thinking about Jenny’s soft body and kind heart and worrying about Buffy and Willow and Xander and Dawn and Anya and lately even Spike, it still is. And Rupert is ashamed that those moments aren’t as rare as he tells himself they are, and he’s even more ashamed that he’s happy that they aren’t.
Slut
Thanks to toestastegood for betaing, you're a real doll for helping me.