Ficlet - "Interlude" (BtVS/Angel, Giles/Wesley, FRAO)
TITLE: Interlude
AUTHOR: Lara (larakailyn)
SUMMARY: A moment one morning at Giles’ family home in Bath.
PAIRINGS: Giles/Wesley, inferences to Giles/Wesley/Fred
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
RATING: FRAO
WORD COUNT: ~1500
SPOILERS: AU from the end of S5 BtVS and S2 AtS.
DISCLAIMER: I only wish I were as successful as Joss Whedon. He and Mutant Enemy own all this; I just write fanfic for fun.
DISTRIBUTION: If anyone wants to archive this, please let me know!
FEEDBACK: Very much appreciated.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written for summer_of_giles. Small PWP moment follow-up to my previous Giles/Wesley story “Going Home”. A longer follow-up is in the works, but this was all I had time for at the moment. This should stand alone even if you haven't read my other story. Thank you as always to my lovely best friend deviantfantasy for the look-over and encouragement.
Muted sunlight shone through the slit of the curtains in the master bedroom, waking Rupert Giles. He opened an eye briefly before shutting it again and cuddling closer to the man he was sharing the bed with. As he did, he felt the gentle thrumming of a chuckle reverberate through his lover.
“What time did you actually get home last night?” Wesley asked, his hand moving to cover his over his stomach.
“Three a.m.,” was his mumbled response.
“You could have just stayed in London. Fred and I would have managed until you got home this morning.”
“Didn’t want to sleep away from you.”
“When did you become such a sap?”
“Hmmm...yes, it’s truly awful to prefer spending the night in one’s own bed with one’s own lover than in some hotel room.” Sighing, Giles opened his eyes and propped his head up in his hand. “I really didn’t want to stay anywhere near them anyway.”
“What did they say?”
“That Buffy’s death was of course tragic, but the main problem is that with Faith in prison, there’s no active Slayer available to patrol the Hellmouth.”
Turning over, Wesley looked at Giles, the concern evident in his blue eyes. “They’re blaming you for that?”
“What do you think?” He scrubbed his hand over his face before raking his fingers through his hair. With a frown, Wesley reached out and took his hand, squeezing it. “They’re trying to decide whether it would be prudent to get Faith released early on parole or wait for the time being and move several potentials in if need be. I think Willow adapting that sodding robot is the only thing allowing them time to decide.”
“Would Faith even allow the Council to assign her another Watcher?”
“I think that’s what worries them.” Shaking his head, Giles leaned forward and kissed Wesley for several moments before pulling back. “At any rate, it was far nicer to be able to crawl into bed with you than to sleep alone after all that. Well worth the three-hour drive.”
“Radley, bring that back!” a voice echoed from beyond the door, followed by the sound of a dog running and footsteps chasing after down the hall.
“Oh, dear. Sounds as though Radley got into Fred’s room again,” he remarked as he let Wesley go and shifted to slide out of bed. Grabbing his dressing gown from the hook on the wall, he slipped it on as he was only wearing his pajama bottoms and hurried over to the door, opening it a bit. “Fred? Is everything all right?”
A moment later, she appeared at the end of the hallway. At least her head did, peering out from around the corner. Giles could see her hair was damp and she was clutching something to her at chest level. Her cheeks were possibly the brightest pink he had ever seen another human being flush. “I was taking a shower and forgot to latch the door, and Radley got in and stole my robe.”
Giles suddenly realized why she was so embarrassed now and hiding around the corner. “So you’re standing there in…”
“My towel,” she answered, looking down.
He tried not to laugh. “Why didn’t you just go to-?”
“I’m used to chasing things that steal my stuff because if I didn’t I’d never get them back...or someone could use it to find me.”
The sudden wavering shift in the tone of Fred’s voice would have told Giles exactly what she was talking about even if he hadn’t known some of the horrors she had suffered. Over the previous couple of months since they had arrived at his family home in Bath, she had slowly been opening up to them about her actual experiences, the things her owners and pursuers had put her through.
“Come here, love,” he said softly. “It’s okay.”
She hesitated for a moment before rounding the corner, clutching the large bath towel around her slender frame. As she approached, Giles slipped off his dressing gown, shuddering a little in the cool air that hit his skin. Fred stopped, staring at him for a moment, her eyes on his chest. Then she looked up at him before looking down at herself, the flush in her cheeks becoming almost impossibly more pronounced. Giles swallowed a bit while wrapping the dressing gown around her. His fingers brushed her skin, and their eyes met briefly before he stepped back, letting her tie the gown securely around her.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes darting over to look in the room behind Giles. With a self-conscious smile, she hurried down the hall toward her room.
Turning around, Giles saw Wesley standing there. He could feel his own cheeks flushing hot now as he wondered just what he had seen. “Wesley...”
“It’s all right, Rupert,” he said, moving forward to wrap his arms around him. “If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been reacting the same way around her.”
Giles pressed his forehead to Wesley’s. “It doesn’t mean I love you any less.”
“I know. Sometimes I admit I wonder why, but I know.”
“Because you’re a smart, interesting, attractive man, you pillock.”
At that, Wesley chuckled and kissed him. When they parted, Giles reached behind him and batted the door shut before steering Wesley toward the bed. After pushing his pajama bottoms down, he had him sit on the edge of the bed so he could kneel between his legs. He then leaned down and began teasing Wesley’s cock, which was already hardening, with kisses and licks while he ran his hand up the inside of his thigh to cup his balls. Wesley moaned in pleasure, falling back onto his hands to try to keep himself propped up.
A few drops of precum glistened on Wesley’s cock, so Giles’ tongue darted out, licking it away before swirling around the tip. Soon, he was taking his shaft into his mouth, sucking down as far as he could go. Wesley’s hips bucked up slightly then stilled, and from the tension in his muscles, Giles could tell that he was fighting to keep from doing that again. Chuckling silently, he continued moving his lips over him as he reached out blindly for the nightstand, opening the drawer and reaching in. After a bit of searching, he found the bottle of lube.
Releasing Wesley for a moment, Giles sat back and opened the bottle before encouraging his lover to lie back on the bed. He dribbled some of the lube on him then slicked his fingers. Moving up onto the bed with him, he leaned back down to take him in his mouth again as he pushed a finger into him to stretch him out.
“God, Rupert,” Wesley groaned, his hands moving to tangle in Giles’ hair.
After a bit, he added a second finger, followed by a third. It didn’t take as long for him to prepare Wesley any more as it had when they had first started sleeping together a few months before. Once he felt he was ready, he redoubled his efforts with his lips and tongue while twisting his fingers slightly inside him to find his prostate. Soon, Wesley was practically writhing beneath him, mumbling incoherently.
A moment later, he cried out as he came, his salty release filling Giles’ mouth.
Swallowing, he sat up and quickly moved between Wesley’s legs, taking hold of his hips with one hand while slicking his cock with the other. As Wesley collapsed onto the bed, he then placed himself at his opening and began pushing into him.
“Bloody hell,” Giles hissed as his lover’s tightness and warmth surrounded him.
“Is this why you wanted so badly to get home?” Wesley asked with a breathless chuckle when Giles began thrusting into him.
“Among other reasons,” he told him.
Soon, Giles could feel the pleasure coiling at the base of his spine beginning to burn and radiate out. It was getting closer, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Leaning down, he kissed Wesley deeply then reached between them and began stroking the other man’s cock. Before long, he started shuddering and pushed into him one last time before white exploded behind his eyes as he came inside him. Wesley then let out a cry, his cock twitching in his hand as he came again as well.
At first, Giles didn’t move, staying buried inside Wesley, taking deep breaths until his body finally settled. Finally though, he knew they needed to clean themselves up, so he pulled out, reaching over to grab some tissue from the nightstand. Once he had wiped them both off, he smiled and drew Wesley up to stand.
“Come on, love. I think it’s our turn to shower.”
*****
AUTHOR: Lara (larakailyn)
SUMMARY: A moment one morning at Giles’ family home in Bath.
PAIRINGS: Giles/Wesley, inferences to Giles/Wesley/Fred
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
RATING: FRAO
WORD COUNT: ~1500
SPOILERS: AU from the end of S5 BtVS and S2 AtS.
DISCLAIMER: I only wish I were as successful as Joss Whedon. He and Mutant Enemy own all this; I just write fanfic for fun.
DISTRIBUTION: If anyone wants to archive this, please let me know!
FEEDBACK: Very much appreciated.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written for summer_of_giles. Small PWP moment follow-up to my previous Giles/Wesley story “Going Home”. A longer follow-up is in the works, but this was all I had time for at the moment. This should stand alone even if you haven't read my other story. Thank you as always to my lovely best friend deviantfantasy for the look-over and encouragement.
Muted sunlight shone through the slit of the curtains in the master bedroom, waking Rupert Giles. He opened an eye briefly before shutting it again and cuddling closer to the man he was sharing the bed with. As he did, he felt the gentle thrumming of a chuckle reverberate through his lover.
“What time did you actually get home last night?” Wesley asked, his hand moving to cover his over his stomach.
“Three a.m.,” was his mumbled response.
“You could have just stayed in London. Fred and I would have managed until you got home this morning.”
“Didn’t want to sleep away from you.”
“When did you become such a sap?”
“Hmmm...yes, it’s truly awful to prefer spending the night in one’s own bed with one’s own lover than in some hotel room.” Sighing, Giles opened his eyes and propped his head up in his hand. “I really didn’t want to stay anywhere near them anyway.”
“What did they say?”
“That Buffy’s death was of course tragic, but the main problem is that with Faith in prison, there’s no active Slayer available to patrol the Hellmouth.”
Turning over, Wesley looked at Giles, the concern evident in his blue eyes. “They’re blaming you for that?”
“What do you think?” He scrubbed his hand over his face before raking his fingers through his hair. With a frown, Wesley reached out and took his hand, squeezing it. “They’re trying to decide whether it would be prudent to get Faith released early on parole or wait for the time being and move several potentials in if need be. I think Willow adapting that sodding robot is the only thing allowing them time to decide.”
“Would Faith even allow the Council to assign her another Watcher?”
“I think that’s what worries them.” Shaking his head, Giles leaned forward and kissed Wesley for several moments before pulling back. “At any rate, it was far nicer to be able to crawl into bed with you than to sleep alone after all that. Well worth the three-hour drive.”
“Radley, bring that back!” a voice echoed from beyond the door, followed by the sound of a dog running and footsteps chasing after down the hall.
“Oh, dear. Sounds as though Radley got into Fred’s room again,” he remarked as he let Wesley go and shifted to slide out of bed. Grabbing his dressing gown from the hook on the wall, he slipped it on as he was only wearing his pajama bottoms and hurried over to the door, opening it a bit. “Fred? Is everything all right?”
A moment later, she appeared at the end of the hallway. At least her head did, peering out from around the corner. Giles could see her hair was damp and she was clutching something to her at chest level. Her cheeks were possibly the brightest pink he had ever seen another human being flush. “I was taking a shower and forgot to latch the door, and Radley got in and stole my robe.”
Giles suddenly realized why she was so embarrassed now and hiding around the corner. “So you’re standing there in…”
“My towel,” she answered, looking down.
He tried not to laugh. “Why didn’t you just go to-?”
“I’m used to chasing things that steal my stuff because if I didn’t I’d never get them back...or someone could use it to find me.”
The sudden wavering shift in the tone of Fred’s voice would have told Giles exactly what she was talking about even if he hadn’t known some of the horrors she had suffered. Over the previous couple of months since they had arrived at his family home in Bath, she had slowly been opening up to them about her actual experiences, the things her owners and pursuers had put her through.
“Come here, love,” he said softly. “It’s okay.”
She hesitated for a moment before rounding the corner, clutching the large bath towel around her slender frame. As she approached, Giles slipped off his dressing gown, shuddering a little in the cool air that hit his skin. Fred stopped, staring at him for a moment, her eyes on his chest. Then she looked up at him before looking down at herself, the flush in her cheeks becoming almost impossibly more pronounced. Giles swallowed a bit while wrapping the dressing gown around her. His fingers brushed her skin, and their eyes met briefly before he stepped back, letting her tie the gown securely around her.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes darting over to look in the room behind Giles. With a self-conscious smile, she hurried down the hall toward her room.
Turning around, Giles saw Wesley standing there. He could feel his own cheeks flushing hot now as he wondered just what he had seen. “Wesley...”
“It’s all right, Rupert,” he said, moving forward to wrap his arms around him. “If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been reacting the same way around her.”
Giles pressed his forehead to Wesley’s. “It doesn’t mean I love you any less.”
“I know. Sometimes I admit I wonder why, but I know.”
“Because you’re a smart, interesting, attractive man, you pillock.”
At that, Wesley chuckled and kissed him. When they parted, Giles reached behind him and batted the door shut before steering Wesley toward the bed. After pushing his pajama bottoms down, he had him sit on the edge of the bed so he could kneel between his legs. He then leaned down and began teasing Wesley’s cock, which was already hardening, with kisses and licks while he ran his hand up the inside of his thigh to cup his balls. Wesley moaned in pleasure, falling back onto his hands to try to keep himself propped up.
A few drops of precum glistened on Wesley’s cock, so Giles’ tongue darted out, licking it away before swirling around the tip. Soon, he was taking his shaft into his mouth, sucking down as far as he could go. Wesley’s hips bucked up slightly then stilled, and from the tension in his muscles, Giles could tell that he was fighting to keep from doing that again. Chuckling silently, he continued moving his lips over him as he reached out blindly for the nightstand, opening the drawer and reaching in. After a bit of searching, he found the bottle of lube.
Releasing Wesley for a moment, Giles sat back and opened the bottle before encouraging his lover to lie back on the bed. He dribbled some of the lube on him then slicked his fingers. Moving up onto the bed with him, he leaned back down to take him in his mouth again as he pushed a finger into him to stretch him out.
“God, Rupert,” Wesley groaned, his hands moving to tangle in Giles’ hair.
After a bit, he added a second finger, followed by a third. It didn’t take as long for him to prepare Wesley any more as it had when they had first started sleeping together a few months before. Once he felt he was ready, he redoubled his efforts with his lips and tongue while twisting his fingers slightly inside him to find his prostate. Soon, Wesley was practically writhing beneath him, mumbling incoherently.
A moment later, he cried out as he came, his salty release filling Giles’ mouth.
Swallowing, he sat up and quickly moved between Wesley’s legs, taking hold of his hips with one hand while slicking his cock with the other. As Wesley collapsed onto the bed, he then placed himself at his opening and began pushing into him.
“Bloody hell,” Giles hissed as his lover’s tightness and warmth surrounded him.
“Is this why you wanted so badly to get home?” Wesley asked with a breathless chuckle when Giles began thrusting into him.
“Among other reasons,” he told him.
Soon, Giles could feel the pleasure coiling at the base of his spine beginning to burn and radiate out. It was getting closer, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Leaning down, he kissed Wesley deeply then reached between them and began stroking the other man’s cock. Before long, he started shuddering and pushed into him one last time before white exploded behind his eyes as he came inside him. Wesley then let out a cry, his cock twitching in his hand as he came again as well.
At first, Giles didn’t move, staying buried inside Wesley, taking deep breaths until his body finally settled. Finally though, he knew they needed to clean themselves up, so he pulled out, reaching over to grab some tissue from the nightstand. Once he had wiped them both off, he smiled and drew Wesley up to stand.
“Come on, love. I think it’s our turn to shower.”
*****