Fic!! Sunday in the Park with Giles, Giles/Wesley, NC-17
Title: Sunday in the Park with Giles
Authors: taffimai and lostgirlslair
Pairing: Giles/Wesley
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Giles and Wesley spend some time outside.
Spoilers: AU
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: All things BtVS and AtS belong to Joss Whedon and various corporate entities. I am neither.
Sundays were a favorite for both of them. Giles and Wesley would spend the morning in bed, Wesley pulled tight against Giles' chest. Even when they were both awake, they wouldn't move at first, wouldn't speak. No acknowledgement passed between them, but neither was any necessary. When, finally, one or the other had to move, the moment shattered. Wesley almost never moved first, almost never broke the silence, the stillness and a pang of loss always rushed through him when it was over.
He stretched, smiled shyly at Giles and murmured his good mornings. Giles returned them in a voice made gruff by sleep. Giles wandered off to the bathroom and Wesley was still curled up in bed when he returned. Giles paused, letting his eyes run up Wesley's body, end on Wesley's face. Wesley's smile was adorable, if a bit dopey. "Giles, can we have a picnic?"
Giles raised an eyebrow at his lover, chuckling softly. "I suppose you want me to cook for it?" He asked, reaching for a part of sweatpants to pull on. Getting dressed was another activity that happened slowly on Sundays. If Wesley was very lucky, it didn't happen at all.
"Well, it wouldn't be much of a picnic if I cooked," Wesley chuckled, stretching. He could nearly feel Giles' eyes on him; feel the heat of that gaze he knew so well.
"You have a point there," Giles said, his voice slightly huskier than before. "All right, all right. Where should we have this picnic?"
Wesley thought about that for a bit. The beach was a bit rowdy for his tastes and there was always the chance Buffy or someone else might see them there. That wasn't, in and of itself, a bad thing, but he shared so much of Giles with the others that Wesley liked to have Sunday just for them. "The observatory?"
Giles grinned, remembering their last trip to the observatory. "Is this picnic going to end with me having to gag you to keep the security guards from hearing?" As he asked, Giles sat down on the bed, reaching out to run his fingers possessively along Wesley's back.
Wesley squirmed as he remembered the trip, squirmed more as Giles stroked his skin. "I've been working on my self-restraint." He sounded just a touch breathless, but other than that, there was no audible sign of how Giles' slow, soft strokes over his lower back and arse were affecting him. Wesley was rather proud of that.
"I know you have," Giles replied, running a hand up and over the back of Wesley's neck, his voice low. Wesley said nothing in reply, his eyes closing slightly at the feel of Giles' fingers on the sensitive skin where neck and collarbone meet. "Perhaps it is time to see how much you've improved." Smiling, Giles stood, his fingers trailing along Wesley's body, and went to make their picnic basket.
Wesley shivered at Giles' parting caress. Letting out a soft groan at the interruption, he reached for his bathrobe, throwing it on as he followed into the kitchen. "Would you like me to chop anything?" He tried not to sound too eager, but Giles still had a glint in his eye. Wesley knew that look, it made his knees weaken.
Handing Wesley some potatoes, Giles got to work on the rest, though his mind was more on the picnic itself and what other activities they could enjoy. He moved around the kitchen, taking every opportunity to let his hands brush over Wesley's back or arms. Once, he leaned down and kissed the back of Wesley's neck, knowing just what affect it would have.
Wesley was having trouble concentrating on his task. He tried, but Giles' small touches were driving him to distraction. When, finally, he'd finished, he was beginning to regret having proclaimed his increased self-restraint; he should have known Giles would take it as a challenge. There was no doubt he was doing it on purpose, not when Giles was wearing that slightly smug smile. That, too, did interesting things to Wesley, though a bit farther up than his knees.
Seeing that Wesley had finished, Giles turned and reached up to run his fingers along the exposed line of Wesley's neck. He kept his voice low, watching as Wesley's eyelids drooped. "Why don't you go pack the other basket."
Wesley started and stuttered, "The one in the bedroom closet?"
Giles smiled again, though there was a vaguely evil tinge to it. "Exactly the one. Make certain to put lubrication in," he said, turning back to the food.
"Yes, of course." Wesley climbed the stairs slowly, wondering if he'd been wise to start this particular game. He loved playing games with Giles in their bedroom, but the idea of taking them outside of the bedroom was twisting his stomach a bit. It was one thing when it was a spur-of-the-moment indulgence, as it had been last time. Wesley couldn't help a small grin as he remembered Giles pulling him behind a tree after they left the observatory, their cocks hard and grinding together. Wesley couldn't keep himself silent, not with Giles' teeth on his neck, Giles' hands holding his hips still . . . Wesley hadn't been able to stay quiet and Giles had, finally, loosened the knot of Wesley's tie, made it a make-shift gag to muffle his groans. Wesley shook off the memory, in a fairly pointless bid to keep himself from getting any more worked up, as he began to pack up the toys.
Once Wesley had gone, Giles slipped a few more things into the basket, as surprises for their picnic. His current plan was to build the anticipation and anxiety. The ride to the observatory would be . . . tense. The thought brought a smile to Giles' face as he planned his attack. He had ways of making certain they wouldn't be stumbled over, but Wesley didn't need to know that and, in his hopefully advanced state of arousal, wouldn't. Smiling to himself, Giles went to see if Wesley had finished packing.
He found Wesley on his knees in front of the closet with the packed basket in front of him. Wesley started when he heard Giles coming up the stairs, realizing that he was already getting into the headspace where he didn't think of doing anything without a direct order from Giles. He shook himself a bit and rose to his feet; he had to keep control of himself.
The look on Wesley face was telling. Giles could already see the tension in Wesley's slightly rapid breathing, in the light sheen of sweat of Wesley's upper lip. Giles had to resist the urge to lick it off, knowing they'd never make it to their picnic if he did. Instead he stepped forward and spoke in a low, neutral voice. "All finished?"
Wesley swallowed hard, feeling his throat constrict at the sound of that voice, at the look Giles was giving him. His cock twitched in response and Wesley couldn't quite meet Giles' eyes. "Yes, yes, quite finished. Would you . . . would you like to inspect it?" A flutter of nerves rushed through Wesley. He wasn't sure it was the right thing to say, to do.
Wesley's entire mien changed when they played this way. Giles had never told his partner that, but that change in Wesley always had the same affect on him. Giles felt his posture stiffen, his voice harden slightly as he spoke. "I would. Open it."
Wesley opened the basket with trembling hands, and held it out for Giles' inspection.
Giles felt a thrill rush through him as he watched Wesley, head bent, kneeling. It was one of the most erotic things Giles had ever seen. The basket was trembling slightly, as were Wesley's hands. Giles reached out, giving Wesley a subdued, but approving, smile.
"Very good. Let's get dressed, pack the baskets into the car and I'll get the blanket." Giles let his fingers brush briefly over Wesley's hand, his eyes lingering on his lover's face for just a moment longer before he turned.
Wesley let the praise wash over him, the smile steady him. He closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself and then dressed hurriedly. They were quickly on their way, though Giles took every opportunity to watch Wesley, mostly sideways glances, nothing obvious. Should he make Wesley wait through some interminable exhibit? Minutes that seemed like hours spent looking through a telescope and feeling Wesley grow more and more excited, more and more anxious. Giles wasn't certain yet. It rather depended on how long he could stand the anticipation himself.
The silence oppressive of the car ride seemed oppressive to Wesley. His hands twisted in his lap and his gaze was fixed on the dashboard. He kept replaying Giles' words of praise in his mind, synchronizing his breathing to their cadence. After an unknowable period of time, he felt the car come to a stop, felt Giles turn off the engine, but he was frozen in place. His gaze remained fixed on the dashboard, and he lost the rhythm of his breathing as he realized that he could do nothing but wait for Giles to instruct him
Giles turned to him, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder, brushing away imaginary lint before he reached into the backseat, pulling forward the basket that Wesley had packed.
"Would you like to take in an exhibit?" Giles' voice was light, but neutral, giving Wesley no hint, no cue. Wesley didn't know how he could deal with seeing other people right now. He glanced at Giles for a clue as to how he was supposed to answer and nearly gasped at the intensity in Giles' eyes. Giles continued to speak, but Wesley had no idea what he was saying, all his attention riveted on those eyes. Finally, he realized that Giles was waiting for an answer. He gulped when he saw that basket in Giles' lap
"Whatever pleases you." Wesley's voice was a choked whisper.
Giles let the corner of his mouth tilt up, reaching into the basket, but keeping closed enough that Wesley could not see what we was doing. "Good answer." Finally, Giles' hand closed on the items he'd wanted. Pulling them free, he put the basket back with great care, drawing out the moment. Wesley fought not to squirm as he waited. Then Giles reached out, taking Wesley's hand putting the items into it. A small tube of lubricant and a buttplug.
"Why don't you go freshen up while I spread out the blanket. I'll be over by that tree, when you're ready." Everything came back into sharp focus when Giles placed the plug and lube in his hand. "Yes, of course." His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to find enough privacy to insert the plug. They were parked next to the observatory and he knew he could go inside and avail himself of the relative privacy that the observatory bathrooms offered. Somehow he thought that Giles might be disappointed in him.
He finally settled on a small alcove built into the building's exterior for mechanical equipment. It was difficult focusing on Giles' instructions with the deafening air conditioning unit running, but he managed it. Moving a bit stiffly, he joined Giles under the tree, kneeling on the blanket with his legs spread just slightly to accommodate the plug.
"Perfect timing," Giles said as Wesley joined him. He'd been letting his imagination wander and so took a moment to compose himself before looking up to meet Wesley's eyes. The look in them threatened to leave him breathless. "Where did you go?" he asked, buying time and also curious. Giles had a wonderful view of the observatory doors and Wesley had not used them. Such a good boy, which Giles would have to slip into the conversation later, just to see Wesley's face, just to watch him as he heard it.
Wesley had to fight not to lose himself in Giles' gaze. "The, um, the alcove to the left of the entrance."
Giles tore his eyes from Wesley's face long enough to look for the alcove and he felt a slow smile lift his lips. "Well done," he said softly. He reached for the plates, letting his fingers press momentarily against Wesley's thigh. Handing Wesley the plate he'd prepared. Giles picked the lube up from where Wesley had dropped it and put it back in the basket for later and then leaned back, taking his own plate. "Feeling refreshed, then?"
Giles' smile and the unexpected praise had hit Wesley hard, tearing at his hard-won control. And then Giles asked about how he was feeling . . . God, it was too much. He took two quick breaths to calm himself, and said breathily, "Yes, thank you."
Giles hid his sharp intake of breath by stretching and leaning back against the tree. He took a bite of something, though it was all for appearance and he wasn't even sure what he was eating. His eyes were still on Wesley, he couldn't tear them away, but he liked Wesley's reactions, loved watching them. "Tell me about it. In detail."
Wesley was torn, grateful for the command, but the idea of talking now, much less describing how he'd inserted the buttplug . . . He realized he was blushing. "The, um, the alcove is for machinery, so it was crowded. I took my right leg out of my trousers and briefs so that I could get raise my foot enough to--to brace it on the air conditioner. It was running loudly, and--and vibrating, but I didn't have anything else to use. I poured the lube on one hand, braced myself against the wall with the other and stretched myself. Th-then I used the lube on the plug. It was so slick I nearly dropped it, but I worked it into me. I wiped the lube off my hands onto the brick, and pulled my clothes back on."
Giles raised an eyebrow, moving his plate to cover the swelling of his cock. His imagination was good, but Wesley was always better, always surprised him. Giles could see it all in his mind, Wesley leg raised, his body exposed as he touched himself. He should have known it wouldn't just be Wesley's self-control they'd be testing today. There were so many things he could have said and Giles chose his words carefully, delighting in the blush already coloring Wesley's face. "You wiped the lubrication on the brick wall?" He kept his voice neutral.
Wesley should have known that detail wouldn't have escaped Giles' attention. The image of his handprints in lube on the brick flashed in his mind, and he answered, "Yes. I, um, yes."
Giles watched the flush spread, grow darker, saw the way Wesley ducked his head slightly. He knew those signs so well. "Do you think that was appropriate? Rather vulgar, don't you think?"
Wesley's breathing sped up, heart clutching in his chest. He tried to pull himself together and succeeded in steadying his voice, even if it was still only a whisper, "I do. But I thought you would be upset if I cleaned myself up using my clothing and, and . . ." Wesley trailed off.
Giles made a vague noise, drawing out the moment before he met Wesley's eyes again. "And you weren't carrying a handkerchief? Rather an oversight." Giles took another bite of food that might as well have been tasteless. Pretending to consider, he chewed for longer than necessary before finally swallowing and asking, "What do you think your punishment should be?"
Wesley had to swallow hard to force the lump down in his throat at Giles' disapproval. His mind raced as he tried to think of a punishment suitable for their surroundings. He wondered if Giles would take the decision from him. "Whatever pleases you."
Giles nodded slowly at Wesley's words, considering. "It's good to see you haven't lost all your sense," his voice was firm now. He leaned back against the tree, keeping his plate positioned in his lap. "Touch yourself," he said softly, holding Wesley's eyes. "Just through your trousers. Touch yourself."
Wesley tensed further at the harsh tone, but nodded a bit and spread his legs at Giles' instructions. His hand moved down between his legs and closed around his cock. The sensations, even through his trousers, flowed over him, sending waves of tingles up along his nerves. He kept himself from gasping, kept his eyes opened and focused on Giles' lips as he worked himself in long strokes. He could feel Giles' eyes upon him, knew Giles was watching him. It made Wesley want to hide away, where Giles couldn't see, couldn't find him wanting yet again.
Giles almost thrust his hips in sympathy as Wesley took himself in hand. He had to swallow to wet his dry mouth and before he could stop it, his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Giles had had that hand on him so often, gripping and stroking in just the same way it moved now. He could nearly feel it, but he couldn't allow himself to give in just yet. He tried to look relaxed, fought to keep from squirming. Finally, he forced himself to focus. He couldn't take his eyes from the slow movements of Wesley's hand, but he did manage to wall off a small part of his brain, enough to arrange a few wards, keep them unnoticed. He had plans for Wesley today and they didn't include being hauled off to jail.
Wesley continued to move his hand over his cock and when he raised up a bit for a better angle the movement made him clench harder around the plug. A choked sound escaped his throat at the sensation.
Giles gasped at the lovely sound Wesley made, his eyes moving from his lover's hand to his eyes. "Why do you think I told you to do this?" He asked, leaning forward and crawling to sit in front of Wesley. It was hard to keep his hands to himself, hard not to reach out and stroke the outline of his lover's cock. He managed by imagining how much sweeter it would be if we waited, if he let the tension build just a little more, a little longer.
"To show me my place." The words came out in a rush, as if they were programmed, as if it were a basic truth, like two plus two equaling four. Wesley couldn't meet Giles' gaze, afraid of the response.
"Which is?" Giles continued, situating himself so that only a bit of his knee was touching Wesley at all. He kept his face stern, his voice firm. The wards were finally set and Wesley didn't seem to notice them at all. With all his mind now focused on Wesley, Giles felt himself harden further. He wondered, if he touched Wesley, would his lover's muscles be tight with the excitement?
Another truth. "I'm yours to do with whatever you please." His whole being was now absorbed in maintaining his position, maintaining the pace of his hand on his cock, trying to interpret Giles' tone of voice, keeping control, always keeping control.
"Good," Giles said, though his tone didn't change. It wasn't exactly praise, just acknowledgement that what Wesley had said was right. Slowly, Giles reached out, batting Wesley's hand away from his cock and tracing the outline of it with the tip of his finger. "Lovely," he said softly, flicking his eyes up to meet Wesley's. The heat in his gaze making the word praise despite Giles' firm tone.
Wesley was immediately transfixed by Giles gaze; couldn't look away, couldn't think. Giles wanted him and it made his head spin. He knew that Giles was about to push him further and it made the breath catch in his throat. How far would Giles push him? Putting the plug in had been intense, but there had been the illusion of privacy. And with his back to the main entrance, he hadn't had to worry about anyone seeing him touch his cock.
Slipping his finger up along the outline of Wesley's shaft, Giles kept going, tracing a route up over Wesley's stomach and chest. He rather wished Wesley was naked, but he thought that might be pushing it, both Wesley and the wards. Running his finger up the side of Wesley's neck, he traced Wes' mouth, a slight smile quirking his own lips. He leaned back then, keeping his eyes on Wesley's face as he said, "Undo my zip and take my cock into your mouth."
Wesley shivered as Giles touched him, baring his throat as Giles ran his finger up it. He realized he was in trouble when he saw Giles' smile. It took him a second to process Giles' order, and as the words sank in, he began trembling. This was more than just Giles showing him who was in charge, this was Giles showing him the possible consequences if he failed to please--that Giles could just walk away and leave him, give him to one of these strangers, anything. He tried desperately to work his mind around the situation: how could he make this look innocent to the casual passerby? A solution came to him and he crawled slightly forward and to Giles' right, lying down so that his head was in Giles' lap. He hoped that this would look to anyone else as if he were taking a nap.
He realized that he didn't have permission to use his hands, and so tugged the zipper down with his teeth, then worked the button until it released. He was grateful that Giles had worn no underwear as he eased Giles' freed cock into his mouth with his lips and tongue.
Giles stifled a moan, his eyes half closing as Wesley's lips encircled him. He couldn't keep his hips from making a slight jerking motion, but their positions didn't allow for much movement. "That's my clever boy," Giles said, his voice husky as Wesley's tongue moved over his cock. "But that's not what I told you to do." Giles felt Wesley tense. "Get back on your knees and try again."
Wesley pride in Giles' praise was short lived--his heart sank at Giles' correction. How could he just suck Giles' cock in public? Tears sprang to his eyes and he blinked them back fiercely as he got to his knees, trembling. For the first time, he thought seriously of using his safe word, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. And because he couldn't, he was left with nothing but to trust Giles. He knew that he could trust Giles, could do what he asked. With a quick breath to try to calm his body, he leaned down and took Giles' cock back into his mouth.
Giles brushed his fingers through Wesley's dark hair, raking his fingernails lightly over Wesley's scalp. "That's it," Giles said softly, letting his eyes close at the feel of Wesley's mouth, his fingers continuing to move through Wesley's hair in soothing strokes. "Good. That's my good boy." Giles's head tilted back and a humming sound escaped him, his fingers tightening on the back of Wesley's neck. "You've always been so good at this."
Giles' cock was hard and hot in his mouth, though the position didn't allow Wesley to take much of it. Wesley let Giles' touch sooth him and concentrated on pleasing Giles with soft caresses of his tongue. The praise washed over him, and let him block out everything else, focusing on making this as good as possible for Giles, on pleasing him.
Giles let out a little gasp, swallowing hard at the sensations running through him. The feel of Wesley's hot, silky mouth, the strokes of Wesley's agile tongue, it was almost enough to make a man forget everything else. As much as he would have liked to let Wesley continue, Giles realized this wasn't going to last much longer if he did. He wasn't done with Wesley yet. Still, it was a moment longer before he could gather himself enough to whisper, "Enough."
Giles' order bounced around in Wesley's skull and he let Giles' cock fall from his lips, sitting up carefully while keeping his eyes glued to Giles' cock in an attempt to hang onto the feeling of serenity that had washed over him while he'd been sucking Giles.
For a long moment, Giles couldn't take his eyes off Wesley's lips, swollen and pink. He could almost still feel them, moving in such enticing ways. Giles reached out, running his finger along Wesley's mouth again and then brushing his fingertips down Wesley's cheek. "You've done so well," he said softly, leaning in to kiss the corner of Wesley's mouth. Scooting back to the tree he'd earlier been leaning against, Giles crooked his finger. "Come over to me."
It was all Wesley could do to keep from simply falling into Giles' arms, wanting to be held. Instead he moved over to Giles slowly, trying to understand how Giles wanted him. He stopped when he was almost touching Giles, hoping that Giles would direct him or, better, arrange him as he pleased
Giles, reached out, pulling Wesley toward him and turning him to face the main entrance of the observatory. Moving to his knees, Giles leaned forward over Wesley's back, whispering in his ear. "I want your trousers and pants around your knees."
The relief Wesley felt at Giles' touch vanished as soon as he heard the command. His entire body was trembling violently as he slowly moved his hands to his fly. He wished he could close his eyes, but knew that Giles wouldn't accept that. He managed to unzip his trousers, but his hands were trembling too much to work the button. He but his lip, and tried to blink back the tears of distress.
Giles could feel Wesley trembling, see the way his hands shook. He leaned in, touching Wesley's back gently, though his voice was firm once more. "Would I ever allow you to be hurt?" He asked, brushing his hand down Wesley's spine in a gentle stroke. "The questions becomes, do you trust me?"
Wesley leaned back ever so slightly, trying to draw warmth and confidence from Giles' touch. He knew Giles would never hurt him, he knew it in his very being. He focused on that knowledge and slowly worked the button open. Taking his courage in hand, he lifted up slightly, and in one motion took his pants and trousers down to his knees. He was still shaking, but concentrated on Giles' presence behind him, focusing on that feeling of trust in Giles in the core of his being.
Giles pressed his lips to the dip in Wesley's back, showing his approval. The sight of Wesley like this, half-naked and vulnerable, sent a jolt of pleasure through him and Giles couldn't have helped but touch. His hands moved over the skin of Wesley's back, down along his hips and thighs, never breaking contact. When one hand was pulling the lubrication from the basket, the other was stroking Wesley's thigh. Giles used his teeth to unscrew the cap while he slid his fingertips along Wesley's crease, slipping down to manipulate the plug, pushing it in just slightly and then rotating it.
Wesley gasped at the kiss to the small of his back, and when Giles ran his hands over his body, he sighed in relief. He could hear Giles rummaging in the basket, but even so Giles' manipulation of the buttplug was a surprise. His cock began to stir once again and his breath quickened as Giles turned the plug inside him.
Giles heard Wesley's breathing pick up and his cock twitched in response. In one quick move, Giles pulled the plug free, tossing it on the blanket. He leaned closer to Wesley, pressing his body against his partner as he poured lube into his own hand. Giles dragged his lips down Wesley's spine as he leaned back, sitting down, but still never breaking contact. He slid his finger once more along Wesley's crease, circling Wesley's opening and then pressing two slick fingers inside, deep and quick.
Wesley had to bite down on his lip to keep from crying out at the pain and shock of the plug's removal. He realized quickly that this wasn't going to be slow or gentle. This was going to be fucking, fast and hard. Wesley's cock hardened further at that thought and he worked his teeth in his lip as Giles pressed fingers into his body. He was suddenly grateful for the preparation that the plug had provided him, as he struggled not to tense up.
Giles worked his fingers inside Wesley in a few quick strokes, pressing occasionally against Wesley's prostate before withdrawing his fingers entirely. "Why are we here?" He asked Wesley, keeping on hand on his lover's back as Giles slicked his cock. "Why do you think I wanted to take you this way?" Giles pressed his cock against Wesley's opening, but didn't push inside, waiting for Wesley's answer.
The touches against Wesley's prostrate sent burst of pleasure through him, making him pant and his twitch, growing harder. When Giles withdrew his fingers, Wesley sobbed once, but steadied himself against the hand on his back. Giles' question threw him off guard. This wasn't part of their ongoing game, he realized. He couldn't find the answer in any of the responses Giles had drilled into him. He wet his lips nervously, the feeling of Giles' cock at his entrance distracting him further. "T-to test me. Make me--make me prove that I trust you."
"Good boy," Giles said softly, pushing inside Wesley in one hard thrust. His fingers clenched hard on Wesley's hips. He gave his partner no time to adjust, but withdrew and slammed in again. "Touch yourself," he gasped out, pressing inside Wesley once again. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to remember where we are while I'm inside you."
Wesley gasped and clamped down on his lower lip, trying to manage the pain as it burned through him. Slowly the pain drained away, leaving heat in its wake. Wesley moved his hand to his cock at Giles' order without any conscious thought. He nodded when Giles told him to keep his eyes open, but the sensations he was feeling were so overwhelming that he was able to concentrate on that, and not the people in the parking lot, who strangely, didn't appear to have noticed them.
Giles pushed into Wesley, harder and harder, each thrust pushing Wesley slightly forward before Wesley pushed back. Giles bit his bottom lip to stifle a groan, losing himself in the feel of Wesley, tight around his cock, Wesley's hips under his hands. He set a hard pace, his breathing growing labored, his fingers squeezing so tight they must have been leaving bruises.
"God, so good," he groaned softly, changing his angle to stroke Wesley's prostate with each thrust. Wesley tried to concentrate on keeping his balance as Giles fucked him, but it was so intense, so fierce that it was all he could do to keep himself under control. When Giles starting hitting his prostate, Wesley changed the movement of his hand on his cock from stroking to clamping down around the root to prevent his orgasm.
Giles groaned, feeling himself moving closer to orgasm. He let his eyes run over Wesley, over the curve of his bent neck and along the line of his back. Seeing Wesley like that, so docile and submissive, pushed hard at Giles' control. He let one hand run up Wesley's back, over his lover's shirt until he could bury his fingers in Wesley's hair.
Wesley felt like he was on fire, gasping for breath, biting his lip to keep control. Giles' touch felt like flames were licking along his back, and when Giles' fist clenched in hair he knew that he was truly owned.
"Come for me, Wesley. Now." The command pushed Wesley over the edge he'd been dancing along, and he came hard, crying out softly and sobbing gently.
As Wesley came he clenched tight around Giles' cock. Wesley's body convulsed. His hair, soft and thick, slid against Giles' hands. Wesley was beautiful, bent this way, but it was the sounds that did it, pushed Giles right over the edge and dragged a low moan through his clenched teeth as he came.
Wesley shuddered, feeling Giles come. He concentrated on breathing, the feel of Giles behind him, the roughness of the blanket under him, still trembling lightly. Giles leaned into Wesley for a moment before pulling out of his lover. He rubbed his hand down Wesley's back in gentle strokes. Moving to sit beside Wes, Giles leaned in, putting his lips against Wesley's temple. "You did so well for me, Wesley."
Wesley concentrated on the feeling of Giles' hand on his back. It was so different than a minute ago, calming and soothing rather than electrifying. His heart rate slowed a bit from it's frenetic pace, but there was still a knot of tension in his gut. When Giles kissed him, he closed his eyes, letting the words of praise wash over him.
Giles helped Wesley to lie down, his head on Giles' lap. Wesley's body shook under his hands and Giles continued to stroke him, giving him time to calm down. Moving a hand to Wesley's hair, Giles combed his fingers through it. Slowly Wesley's breathing eased as he concentrated on each touch from Giles, telling himself that they meant that Giles was happy with him. That he loved him.
Reaching for their picnic basket, Giles retrieved a bottle of water and opened it, handing it to Wesley. He leaned in, kissing Wesley's temple again. "You need to drink up, Wes." Giles' hands were never still, moving along skin, cloth or hair as he waited for Wesley to get some of the water in him. With the remainder of the bottle, Giles wet his handkerchief, leaning over Wesley to clean him up a bit. He kept the touches gentle, doing just enough to make Wesley more comfortable. "Let's get you dressed," he said, his voice much softer than it had been earlier.
When Giles mentioned getting him dressed, Wesley braced an arm against the ground and levered himself upright. The world spun a bit, but steadied when Giles gripped his shoulder. Wesley clumsily pulled at his pants, pulling them over his thighs and hips.
Giles cleaned himself up as Wesley got his pants and trousers back into place. When they were both once again 'decent' and he checked to make certain no one was around, he let go of the wards and looked to Wesley, wondering if Wes was coherent enough to understand the tingle of magic that filled the air. "Hungry?"
Wesley squinted as the skin on his arm as it raised into gooseflesh and turned to study Giles' face. He knew that feeling, what did . . . He ignored Giles' question to ask, "What was that?"
Giles felt a smile lift his lips. He delayed answering by getting out the food they'd brought along. He could feel Wesley's eyes on him, though. Handing Wesley is plate, he met Wesley's gaze. "Wards. To keep us from being noticed."
Wesley put his plate down. "Wards," he murmured. Giles hadn't exposed him; he'd protected him all along. He felt that knot of tension in his gut loosen and tears prick at his eyes.
"Wesley?" Giles leaned forward, nudging Wesley's plate closer to him. "I thought you'd be rather relieved to hear it," he said, leaning back to watch. He seemed to do a lot of that. He'd watched when Wesley's eyes would dart to a couple kissing in public and then quickly dart away. He'd watched when Wesley would see a couple holding hands and stare, until he realized what he was doing. He'd watched when, once or twice, Wesley would give him a speculative look afterwards and then quickly glance away.
Wesley pressed his lips together, trying to get himself under control. "I'm--I was--" He took a deep breath. "Thank you." He leaned close and kissed Giles, ever so softly.
Giles was surprised by the kiss. He and Wesley tended to other sorts of expression while in public; a glance, the occasional brush of a hand. He returned the kiss, though, just a brush of lips and a slight pressure, accepting it for what is was. Wesley knew there were no safeguards now. Giles smiled as they pulled apart, brushing his fingers down Wesley's cheek. "I told you that I wouldn't let you get hurt." While the words themselves might have been a reprimand, they were softened by his tone and his touch, leaving them without sting.
Wesley smile softly at Giles' words. He'd known it was true, he'd known it the entire time, but he realized that he'd had a kernel of doubt, deep down. And that it was gone now. He settled back against the tree, suddenly sleepy. "Thank you."
Giles returned Wesley's smile, watching his lover's eyelids droop a little. "Aren't you hungry? Perhaps we should have the picnic another day, if you'd rather go home?"
Wesley smiled, yawning. "No, no, it's perfect today."
Authors: taffimai and lostgirlslair
Pairing: Giles/Wesley
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Giles and Wesley spend some time outside.
Spoilers: AU
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: All things BtVS and AtS belong to Joss Whedon and various corporate entities. I am neither.
Sundays were a favorite for both of them. Giles and Wesley would spend the morning in bed, Wesley pulled tight against Giles' chest. Even when they were both awake, they wouldn't move at first, wouldn't speak. No acknowledgement passed between them, but neither was any necessary. When, finally, one or the other had to move, the moment shattered. Wesley almost never moved first, almost never broke the silence, the stillness and a pang of loss always rushed through him when it was over.
He stretched, smiled shyly at Giles and murmured his good mornings. Giles returned them in a voice made gruff by sleep. Giles wandered off to the bathroom and Wesley was still curled up in bed when he returned. Giles paused, letting his eyes run up Wesley's body, end on Wesley's face. Wesley's smile was adorable, if a bit dopey. "Giles, can we have a picnic?"
Giles raised an eyebrow at his lover, chuckling softly. "I suppose you want me to cook for it?" He asked, reaching for a part of sweatpants to pull on. Getting dressed was another activity that happened slowly on Sundays. If Wesley was very lucky, it didn't happen at all.
"Well, it wouldn't be much of a picnic if I cooked," Wesley chuckled, stretching. He could nearly feel Giles' eyes on him; feel the heat of that gaze he knew so well.
"You have a point there," Giles said, his voice slightly huskier than before. "All right, all right. Where should we have this picnic?"
Wesley thought about that for a bit. The beach was a bit rowdy for his tastes and there was always the chance Buffy or someone else might see them there. That wasn't, in and of itself, a bad thing, but he shared so much of Giles with the others that Wesley liked to have Sunday just for them. "The observatory?"
Giles grinned, remembering their last trip to the observatory. "Is this picnic going to end with me having to gag you to keep the security guards from hearing?" As he asked, Giles sat down on the bed, reaching out to run his fingers possessively along Wesley's back.
Wesley squirmed as he remembered the trip, squirmed more as Giles stroked his skin. "I've been working on my self-restraint." He sounded just a touch breathless, but other than that, there was no audible sign of how Giles' slow, soft strokes over his lower back and arse were affecting him. Wesley was rather proud of that.
"I know you have," Giles replied, running a hand up and over the back of Wesley's neck, his voice low. Wesley said nothing in reply, his eyes closing slightly at the feel of Giles' fingers on the sensitive skin where neck and collarbone meet. "Perhaps it is time to see how much you've improved." Smiling, Giles stood, his fingers trailing along Wesley's body, and went to make their picnic basket.
Wesley shivered at Giles' parting caress. Letting out a soft groan at the interruption, he reached for his bathrobe, throwing it on as he followed into the kitchen. "Would you like me to chop anything?" He tried not to sound too eager, but Giles still had a glint in his eye. Wesley knew that look, it made his knees weaken.
Handing Wesley some potatoes, Giles got to work on the rest, though his mind was more on the picnic itself and what other activities they could enjoy. He moved around the kitchen, taking every opportunity to let his hands brush over Wesley's back or arms. Once, he leaned down and kissed the back of Wesley's neck, knowing just what affect it would have.
Wesley was having trouble concentrating on his task. He tried, but Giles' small touches were driving him to distraction. When, finally, he'd finished, he was beginning to regret having proclaimed his increased self-restraint; he should have known Giles would take it as a challenge. There was no doubt he was doing it on purpose, not when Giles was wearing that slightly smug smile. That, too, did interesting things to Wesley, though a bit farther up than his knees.
Seeing that Wesley had finished, Giles turned and reached up to run his fingers along the exposed line of Wesley's neck. He kept his voice low, watching as Wesley's eyelids drooped. "Why don't you go pack the other basket."
Wesley started and stuttered, "The one in the bedroom closet?"
Giles smiled again, though there was a vaguely evil tinge to it. "Exactly the one. Make certain to put lubrication in," he said, turning back to the food.
"Yes, of course." Wesley climbed the stairs slowly, wondering if he'd been wise to start this particular game. He loved playing games with Giles in their bedroom, but the idea of taking them outside of the bedroom was twisting his stomach a bit. It was one thing when it was a spur-of-the-moment indulgence, as it had been last time. Wesley couldn't help a small grin as he remembered Giles pulling him behind a tree after they left the observatory, their cocks hard and grinding together. Wesley couldn't keep himself silent, not with Giles' teeth on his neck, Giles' hands holding his hips still . . . Wesley hadn't been able to stay quiet and Giles had, finally, loosened the knot of Wesley's tie, made it a make-shift gag to muffle his groans. Wesley shook off the memory, in a fairly pointless bid to keep himself from getting any more worked up, as he began to pack up the toys.
Once Wesley had gone, Giles slipped a few more things into the basket, as surprises for their picnic. His current plan was to build the anticipation and anxiety. The ride to the observatory would be . . . tense. The thought brought a smile to Giles' face as he planned his attack. He had ways of making certain they wouldn't be stumbled over, but Wesley didn't need to know that and, in his hopefully advanced state of arousal, wouldn't. Smiling to himself, Giles went to see if Wesley had finished packing.
He found Wesley on his knees in front of the closet with the packed basket in front of him. Wesley started when he heard Giles coming up the stairs, realizing that he was already getting into the headspace where he didn't think of doing anything without a direct order from Giles. He shook himself a bit and rose to his feet; he had to keep control of himself.
The look on Wesley face was telling. Giles could already see the tension in Wesley's slightly rapid breathing, in the light sheen of sweat of Wesley's upper lip. Giles had to resist the urge to lick it off, knowing they'd never make it to their picnic if he did. Instead he stepped forward and spoke in a low, neutral voice. "All finished?"
Wesley swallowed hard, feeling his throat constrict at the sound of that voice, at the look Giles was giving him. His cock twitched in response and Wesley couldn't quite meet Giles' eyes. "Yes, yes, quite finished. Would you . . . would you like to inspect it?" A flutter of nerves rushed through Wesley. He wasn't sure it was the right thing to say, to do.
Wesley's entire mien changed when they played this way. Giles had never told his partner that, but that change in Wesley always had the same affect on him. Giles felt his posture stiffen, his voice harden slightly as he spoke. "I would. Open it."
Wesley opened the basket with trembling hands, and held it out for Giles' inspection.
Giles felt a thrill rush through him as he watched Wesley, head bent, kneeling. It was one of the most erotic things Giles had ever seen. The basket was trembling slightly, as were Wesley's hands. Giles reached out, giving Wesley a subdued, but approving, smile.
"Very good. Let's get dressed, pack the baskets into the car and I'll get the blanket." Giles let his fingers brush briefly over Wesley's hand, his eyes lingering on his lover's face for just a moment longer before he turned.
Wesley let the praise wash over him, the smile steady him. He closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself and then dressed hurriedly. They were quickly on their way, though Giles took every opportunity to watch Wesley, mostly sideways glances, nothing obvious. Should he make Wesley wait through some interminable exhibit? Minutes that seemed like hours spent looking through a telescope and feeling Wesley grow more and more excited, more and more anxious. Giles wasn't certain yet. It rather depended on how long he could stand the anticipation himself.
The silence oppressive of the car ride seemed oppressive to Wesley. His hands twisted in his lap and his gaze was fixed on the dashboard. He kept replaying Giles' words of praise in his mind, synchronizing his breathing to their cadence. After an unknowable period of time, he felt the car come to a stop, felt Giles turn off the engine, but he was frozen in place. His gaze remained fixed on the dashboard, and he lost the rhythm of his breathing as he realized that he could do nothing but wait for Giles to instruct him
Giles turned to him, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder, brushing away imaginary lint before he reached into the backseat, pulling forward the basket that Wesley had packed.
"Would you like to take in an exhibit?" Giles' voice was light, but neutral, giving Wesley no hint, no cue. Wesley didn't know how he could deal with seeing other people right now. He glanced at Giles for a clue as to how he was supposed to answer and nearly gasped at the intensity in Giles' eyes. Giles continued to speak, but Wesley had no idea what he was saying, all his attention riveted on those eyes. Finally, he realized that Giles was waiting for an answer. He gulped when he saw that basket in Giles' lap
"Whatever pleases you." Wesley's voice was a choked whisper.
Giles let the corner of his mouth tilt up, reaching into the basket, but keeping closed enough that Wesley could not see what we was doing. "Good answer." Finally, Giles' hand closed on the items he'd wanted. Pulling them free, he put the basket back with great care, drawing out the moment. Wesley fought not to squirm as he waited. Then Giles reached out, taking Wesley's hand putting the items into it. A small tube of lubricant and a buttplug.
"Why don't you go freshen up while I spread out the blanket. I'll be over by that tree, when you're ready." Everything came back into sharp focus when Giles placed the plug and lube in his hand. "Yes, of course." His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to find enough privacy to insert the plug. They were parked next to the observatory and he knew he could go inside and avail himself of the relative privacy that the observatory bathrooms offered. Somehow he thought that Giles might be disappointed in him.
He finally settled on a small alcove built into the building's exterior for mechanical equipment. It was difficult focusing on Giles' instructions with the deafening air conditioning unit running, but he managed it. Moving a bit stiffly, he joined Giles under the tree, kneeling on the blanket with his legs spread just slightly to accommodate the plug.
"Perfect timing," Giles said as Wesley joined him. He'd been letting his imagination wander and so took a moment to compose himself before looking up to meet Wesley's eyes. The look in them threatened to leave him breathless. "Where did you go?" he asked, buying time and also curious. Giles had a wonderful view of the observatory doors and Wesley had not used them. Such a good boy, which Giles would have to slip into the conversation later, just to see Wesley's face, just to watch him as he heard it.
Wesley had to fight not to lose himself in Giles' gaze. "The, um, the alcove to the left of the entrance."
Giles tore his eyes from Wesley's face long enough to look for the alcove and he felt a slow smile lift his lips. "Well done," he said softly. He reached for the plates, letting his fingers press momentarily against Wesley's thigh. Handing Wesley the plate he'd prepared. Giles picked the lube up from where Wesley had dropped it and put it back in the basket for later and then leaned back, taking his own plate. "Feeling refreshed, then?"
Giles' smile and the unexpected praise had hit Wesley hard, tearing at his hard-won control. And then Giles asked about how he was feeling . . . God, it was too much. He took two quick breaths to calm himself, and said breathily, "Yes, thank you."
Giles hid his sharp intake of breath by stretching and leaning back against the tree. He took a bite of something, though it was all for appearance and he wasn't even sure what he was eating. His eyes were still on Wesley, he couldn't tear them away, but he liked Wesley's reactions, loved watching them. "Tell me about it. In detail."
Wesley was torn, grateful for the command, but the idea of talking now, much less describing how he'd inserted the buttplug . . . He realized he was blushing. "The, um, the alcove is for machinery, so it was crowded. I took my right leg out of my trousers and briefs so that I could get raise my foot enough to--to brace it on the air conditioner. It was running loudly, and--and vibrating, but I didn't have anything else to use. I poured the lube on one hand, braced myself against the wall with the other and stretched myself. Th-then I used the lube on the plug. It was so slick I nearly dropped it, but I worked it into me. I wiped the lube off my hands onto the brick, and pulled my clothes back on."
Giles raised an eyebrow, moving his plate to cover the swelling of his cock. His imagination was good, but Wesley was always better, always surprised him. Giles could see it all in his mind, Wesley leg raised, his body exposed as he touched himself. He should have known it wouldn't just be Wesley's self-control they'd be testing today. There were so many things he could have said and Giles chose his words carefully, delighting in the blush already coloring Wesley's face. "You wiped the lubrication on the brick wall?" He kept his voice neutral.
Wesley should have known that detail wouldn't have escaped Giles' attention. The image of his handprints in lube on the brick flashed in his mind, and he answered, "Yes. I, um, yes."
Giles watched the flush spread, grow darker, saw the way Wesley ducked his head slightly. He knew those signs so well. "Do you think that was appropriate? Rather vulgar, don't you think?"
Wesley's breathing sped up, heart clutching in his chest. He tried to pull himself together and succeeded in steadying his voice, even if it was still only a whisper, "I do. But I thought you would be upset if I cleaned myself up using my clothing and, and . . ." Wesley trailed off.
Giles made a vague noise, drawing out the moment before he met Wesley's eyes again. "And you weren't carrying a handkerchief? Rather an oversight." Giles took another bite of food that might as well have been tasteless. Pretending to consider, he chewed for longer than necessary before finally swallowing and asking, "What do you think your punishment should be?"
Wesley had to swallow hard to force the lump down in his throat at Giles' disapproval. His mind raced as he tried to think of a punishment suitable for their surroundings. He wondered if Giles would take the decision from him. "Whatever pleases you."
Giles nodded slowly at Wesley's words, considering. "It's good to see you haven't lost all your sense," his voice was firm now. He leaned back against the tree, keeping his plate positioned in his lap. "Touch yourself," he said softly, holding Wesley's eyes. "Just through your trousers. Touch yourself."
Wesley tensed further at the harsh tone, but nodded a bit and spread his legs at Giles' instructions. His hand moved down between his legs and closed around his cock. The sensations, even through his trousers, flowed over him, sending waves of tingles up along his nerves. He kept himself from gasping, kept his eyes opened and focused on Giles' lips as he worked himself in long strokes. He could feel Giles' eyes upon him, knew Giles was watching him. It made Wesley want to hide away, where Giles couldn't see, couldn't find him wanting yet again.
Giles almost thrust his hips in sympathy as Wesley took himself in hand. He had to swallow to wet his dry mouth and before he could stop it, his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Giles had had that hand on him so often, gripping and stroking in just the same way it moved now. He could nearly feel it, but he couldn't allow himself to give in just yet. He tried to look relaxed, fought to keep from squirming. Finally, he forced himself to focus. He couldn't take his eyes from the slow movements of Wesley's hand, but he did manage to wall off a small part of his brain, enough to arrange a few wards, keep them unnoticed. He had plans for Wesley today and they didn't include being hauled off to jail.
Wesley continued to move his hand over his cock and when he raised up a bit for a better angle the movement made him clench harder around the plug. A choked sound escaped his throat at the sensation.
Giles gasped at the lovely sound Wesley made, his eyes moving from his lover's hand to his eyes. "Why do you think I told you to do this?" He asked, leaning forward and crawling to sit in front of Wesley. It was hard to keep his hands to himself, hard not to reach out and stroke the outline of his lover's cock. He managed by imagining how much sweeter it would be if we waited, if he let the tension build just a little more, a little longer.
"To show me my place." The words came out in a rush, as if they were programmed, as if it were a basic truth, like two plus two equaling four. Wesley couldn't meet Giles' gaze, afraid of the response.
"Which is?" Giles continued, situating himself so that only a bit of his knee was touching Wesley at all. He kept his face stern, his voice firm. The wards were finally set and Wesley didn't seem to notice them at all. With all his mind now focused on Wesley, Giles felt himself harden further. He wondered, if he touched Wesley, would his lover's muscles be tight with the excitement?
Another truth. "I'm yours to do with whatever you please." His whole being was now absorbed in maintaining his position, maintaining the pace of his hand on his cock, trying to interpret Giles' tone of voice, keeping control, always keeping control.
"Good," Giles said, though his tone didn't change. It wasn't exactly praise, just acknowledgement that what Wesley had said was right. Slowly, Giles reached out, batting Wesley's hand away from his cock and tracing the outline of it with the tip of his finger. "Lovely," he said softly, flicking his eyes up to meet Wesley's. The heat in his gaze making the word praise despite Giles' firm tone.
Wesley was immediately transfixed by Giles gaze; couldn't look away, couldn't think. Giles wanted him and it made his head spin. He knew that Giles was about to push him further and it made the breath catch in his throat. How far would Giles push him? Putting the plug in had been intense, but there had been the illusion of privacy. And with his back to the main entrance, he hadn't had to worry about anyone seeing him touch his cock.
Slipping his finger up along the outline of Wesley's shaft, Giles kept going, tracing a route up over Wesley's stomach and chest. He rather wished Wesley was naked, but he thought that might be pushing it, both Wesley and the wards. Running his finger up the side of Wesley's neck, he traced Wes' mouth, a slight smile quirking his own lips. He leaned back then, keeping his eyes on Wesley's face as he said, "Undo my zip and take my cock into your mouth."
Wesley shivered as Giles touched him, baring his throat as Giles ran his finger up it. He realized he was in trouble when he saw Giles' smile. It took him a second to process Giles' order, and as the words sank in, he began trembling. This was more than just Giles showing him who was in charge, this was Giles showing him the possible consequences if he failed to please--that Giles could just walk away and leave him, give him to one of these strangers, anything. He tried desperately to work his mind around the situation: how could he make this look innocent to the casual passerby? A solution came to him and he crawled slightly forward and to Giles' right, lying down so that his head was in Giles' lap. He hoped that this would look to anyone else as if he were taking a nap.
He realized that he didn't have permission to use his hands, and so tugged the zipper down with his teeth, then worked the button until it released. He was grateful that Giles had worn no underwear as he eased Giles' freed cock into his mouth with his lips and tongue.
Giles stifled a moan, his eyes half closing as Wesley's lips encircled him. He couldn't keep his hips from making a slight jerking motion, but their positions didn't allow for much movement. "That's my clever boy," Giles said, his voice husky as Wesley's tongue moved over his cock. "But that's not what I told you to do." Giles felt Wesley tense. "Get back on your knees and try again."
Wesley pride in Giles' praise was short lived--his heart sank at Giles' correction. How could he just suck Giles' cock in public? Tears sprang to his eyes and he blinked them back fiercely as he got to his knees, trembling. For the first time, he thought seriously of using his safe word, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. And because he couldn't, he was left with nothing but to trust Giles. He knew that he could trust Giles, could do what he asked. With a quick breath to try to calm his body, he leaned down and took Giles' cock back into his mouth.
Giles brushed his fingers through Wesley's dark hair, raking his fingernails lightly over Wesley's scalp. "That's it," Giles said softly, letting his eyes close at the feel of Wesley's mouth, his fingers continuing to move through Wesley's hair in soothing strokes. "Good. That's my good boy." Giles's head tilted back and a humming sound escaped him, his fingers tightening on the back of Wesley's neck. "You've always been so good at this."
Giles' cock was hard and hot in his mouth, though the position didn't allow Wesley to take much of it. Wesley let Giles' touch sooth him and concentrated on pleasing Giles with soft caresses of his tongue. The praise washed over him, and let him block out everything else, focusing on making this as good as possible for Giles, on pleasing him.
Giles let out a little gasp, swallowing hard at the sensations running through him. The feel of Wesley's hot, silky mouth, the strokes of Wesley's agile tongue, it was almost enough to make a man forget everything else. As much as he would have liked to let Wesley continue, Giles realized this wasn't going to last much longer if he did. He wasn't done with Wesley yet. Still, it was a moment longer before he could gather himself enough to whisper, "Enough."
Giles' order bounced around in Wesley's skull and he let Giles' cock fall from his lips, sitting up carefully while keeping his eyes glued to Giles' cock in an attempt to hang onto the feeling of serenity that had washed over him while he'd been sucking Giles.
For a long moment, Giles couldn't take his eyes off Wesley's lips, swollen and pink. He could almost still feel them, moving in such enticing ways. Giles reached out, running his finger along Wesley's mouth again and then brushing his fingertips down Wesley's cheek. "You've done so well," he said softly, leaning in to kiss the corner of Wesley's mouth. Scooting back to the tree he'd earlier been leaning against, Giles crooked his finger. "Come over to me."
It was all Wesley could do to keep from simply falling into Giles' arms, wanting to be held. Instead he moved over to Giles slowly, trying to understand how Giles wanted him. He stopped when he was almost touching Giles, hoping that Giles would direct him or, better, arrange him as he pleased
Giles, reached out, pulling Wesley toward him and turning him to face the main entrance of the observatory. Moving to his knees, Giles leaned forward over Wesley's back, whispering in his ear. "I want your trousers and pants around your knees."
The relief Wesley felt at Giles' touch vanished as soon as he heard the command. His entire body was trembling violently as he slowly moved his hands to his fly. He wished he could close his eyes, but knew that Giles wouldn't accept that. He managed to unzip his trousers, but his hands were trembling too much to work the button. He but his lip, and tried to blink back the tears of distress.
Giles could feel Wesley trembling, see the way his hands shook. He leaned in, touching Wesley's back gently, though his voice was firm once more. "Would I ever allow you to be hurt?" He asked, brushing his hand down Wesley's spine in a gentle stroke. "The questions becomes, do you trust me?"
Wesley leaned back ever so slightly, trying to draw warmth and confidence from Giles' touch. He knew Giles would never hurt him, he knew it in his very being. He focused on that knowledge and slowly worked the button open. Taking his courage in hand, he lifted up slightly, and in one motion took his pants and trousers down to his knees. He was still shaking, but concentrated on Giles' presence behind him, focusing on that feeling of trust in Giles in the core of his being.
Giles pressed his lips to the dip in Wesley's back, showing his approval. The sight of Wesley like this, half-naked and vulnerable, sent a jolt of pleasure through him and Giles couldn't have helped but touch. His hands moved over the skin of Wesley's back, down along his hips and thighs, never breaking contact. When one hand was pulling the lubrication from the basket, the other was stroking Wesley's thigh. Giles used his teeth to unscrew the cap while he slid his fingertips along Wesley's crease, slipping down to manipulate the plug, pushing it in just slightly and then rotating it.
Wesley gasped at the kiss to the small of his back, and when Giles ran his hands over his body, he sighed in relief. He could hear Giles rummaging in the basket, but even so Giles' manipulation of the buttplug was a surprise. His cock began to stir once again and his breath quickened as Giles turned the plug inside him.
Giles heard Wesley's breathing pick up and his cock twitched in response. In one quick move, Giles pulled the plug free, tossing it on the blanket. He leaned closer to Wesley, pressing his body against his partner as he poured lube into his own hand. Giles dragged his lips down Wesley's spine as he leaned back, sitting down, but still never breaking contact. He slid his finger once more along Wesley's crease, circling Wesley's opening and then pressing two slick fingers inside, deep and quick.
Wesley had to bite down on his lip to keep from crying out at the pain and shock of the plug's removal. He realized quickly that this wasn't going to be slow or gentle. This was going to be fucking, fast and hard. Wesley's cock hardened further at that thought and he worked his teeth in his lip as Giles pressed fingers into his body. He was suddenly grateful for the preparation that the plug had provided him, as he struggled not to tense up.
Giles worked his fingers inside Wesley in a few quick strokes, pressing occasionally against Wesley's prostate before withdrawing his fingers entirely. "Why are we here?" He asked Wesley, keeping on hand on his lover's back as Giles slicked his cock. "Why do you think I wanted to take you this way?" Giles pressed his cock against Wesley's opening, but didn't push inside, waiting for Wesley's answer.
The touches against Wesley's prostrate sent burst of pleasure through him, making him pant and his twitch, growing harder. When Giles withdrew his fingers, Wesley sobbed once, but steadied himself against the hand on his back. Giles' question threw him off guard. This wasn't part of their ongoing game, he realized. He couldn't find the answer in any of the responses Giles had drilled into him. He wet his lips nervously, the feeling of Giles' cock at his entrance distracting him further. "T-to test me. Make me--make me prove that I trust you."
"Good boy," Giles said softly, pushing inside Wesley in one hard thrust. His fingers clenched hard on Wesley's hips. He gave his partner no time to adjust, but withdrew and slammed in again. "Touch yourself," he gasped out, pressing inside Wesley once again. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to remember where we are while I'm inside you."
Wesley gasped and clamped down on his lower lip, trying to manage the pain as it burned through him. Slowly the pain drained away, leaving heat in its wake. Wesley moved his hand to his cock at Giles' order without any conscious thought. He nodded when Giles told him to keep his eyes open, but the sensations he was feeling were so overwhelming that he was able to concentrate on that, and not the people in the parking lot, who strangely, didn't appear to have noticed them.
Giles pushed into Wesley, harder and harder, each thrust pushing Wesley slightly forward before Wesley pushed back. Giles bit his bottom lip to stifle a groan, losing himself in the feel of Wesley, tight around his cock, Wesley's hips under his hands. He set a hard pace, his breathing growing labored, his fingers squeezing so tight they must have been leaving bruises.
"God, so good," he groaned softly, changing his angle to stroke Wesley's prostate with each thrust. Wesley tried to concentrate on keeping his balance as Giles fucked him, but it was so intense, so fierce that it was all he could do to keep himself under control. When Giles starting hitting his prostate, Wesley changed the movement of his hand on his cock from stroking to clamping down around the root to prevent his orgasm.
Giles groaned, feeling himself moving closer to orgasm. He let his eyes run over Wesley, over the curve of his bent neck and along the line of his back. Seeing Wesley like that, so docile and submissive, pushed hard at Giles' control. He let one hand run up Wesley's back, over his lover's shirt until he could bury his fingers in Wesley's hair.
Wesley felt like he was on fire, gasping for breath, biting his lip to keep control. Giles' touch felt like flames were licking along his back, and when Giles' fist clenched in hair he knew that he was truly owned.
"Come for me, Wesley. Now." The command pushed Wesley over the edge he'd been dancing along, and he came hard, crying out softly and sobbing gently.
As Wesley came he clenched tight around Giles' cock. Wesley's body convulsed. His hair, soft and thick, slid against Giles' hands. Wesley was beautiful, bent this way, but it was the sounds that did it, pushed Giles right over the edge and dragged a low moan through his clenched teeth as he came.
Wesley shuddered, feeling Giles come. He concentrated on breathing, the feel of Giles behind him, the roughness of the blanket under him, still trembling lightly. Giles leaned into Wesley for a moment before pulling out of his lover. He rubbed his hand down Wesley's back in gentle strokes. Moving to sit beside Wes, Giles leaned in, putting his lips against Wesley's temple. "You did so well for me, Wesley."
Wesley concentrated on the feeling of Giles' hand on his back. It was so different than a minute ago, calming and soothing rather than electrifying. His heart rate slowed a bit from it's frenetic pace, but there was still a knot of tension in his gut. When Giles kissed him, he closed his eyes, letting the words of praise wash over him.
Giles helped Wesley to lie down, his head on Giles' lap. Wesley's body shook under his hands and Giles continued to stroke him, giving him time to calm down. Moving a hand to Wesley's hair, Giles combed his fingers through it. Slowly Wesley's breathing eased as he concentrated on each touch from Giles, telling himself that they meant that Giles was happy with him. That he loved him.
Reaching for their picnic basket, Giles retrieved a bottle of water and opened it, handing it to Wesley. He leaned in, kissing Wesley's temple again. "You need to drink up, Wes." Giles' hands were never still, moving along skin, cloth or hair as he waited for Wesley to get some of the water in him. With the remainder of the bottle, Giles wet his handkerchief, leaning over Wesley to clean him up a bit. He kept the touches gentle, doing just enough to make Wesley more comfortable. "Let's get you dressed," he said, his voice much softer than it had been earlier.
When Giles mentioned getting him dressed, Wesley braced an arm against the ground and levered himself upright. The world spun a bit, but steadied when Giles gripped his shoulder. Wesley clumsily pulled at his pants, pulling them over his thighs and hips.
Giles cleaned himself up as Wesley got his pants and trousers back into place. When they were both once again 'decent' and he checked to make certain no one was around, he let go of the wards and looked to Wesley, wondering if Wes was coherent enough to understand the tingle of magic that filled the air. "Hungry?"
Wesley squinted as the skin on his arm as it raised into gooseflesh and turned to study Giles' face. He knew that feeling, what did . . . He ignored Giles' question to ask, "What was that?"
Giles felt a smile lift his lips. He delayed answering by getting out the food they'd brought along. He could feel Wesley's eyes on him, though. Handing Wesley is plate, he met Wesley's gaze. "Wards. To keep us from being noticed."
Wesley put his plate down. "Wards," he murmured. Giles hadn't exposed him; he'd protected him all along. He felt that knot of tension in his gut loosen and tears prick at his eyes.
"Wesley?" Giles leaned forward, nudging Wesley's plate closer to him. "I thought you'd be rather relieved to hear it," he said, leaning back to watch. He seemed to do a lot of that. He'd watched when Wesley's eyes would dart to a couple kissing in public and then quickly dart away. He'd watched when Wesley would see a couple holding hands and stare, until he realized what he was doing. He'd watched when, once or twice, Wesley would give him a speculative look afterwards and then quickly glance away.
Wesley pressed his lips together, trying to get himself under control. "I'm--I was--" He took a deep breath. "Thank you." He leaned close and kissed Giles, ever so softly.
Giles was surprised by the kiss. He and Wesley tended to other sorts of expression while in public; a glance, the occasional brush of a hand. He returned the kiss, though, just a brush of lips and a slight pressure, accepting it for what is was. Wesley knew there were no safeguards now. Giles smiled as they pulled apart, brushing his fingers down Wesley's cheek. "I told you that I wouldn't let you get hurt." While the words themselves might have been a reprimand, they were softened by his tone and his touch, leaving them without sting.
Wesley smile softly at Giles' words. He'd known it was true, he'd known it the entire time, but he realized that he'd had a kernel of doubt, deep down. And that it was gone now. He settled back against the tree, suddenly sleepy. "Thank you."
Giles returned Wesley's smile, watching his lover's eyelids droop a little. "Aren't you hungry? Perhaps we should have the picnic another day, if you'd rather go home?"
Wesley smiled, yawning. "No, no, it's perfect today."