FIC: ...Stays In Vegas 3/5, Vegas NV series (Giles/Xander, FRAO)
Title: ...Stays In Vegas 3/5
Series: Vegas, NV
Pairing: Giles/Xander
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: daddy!kink, wall!sex, spanking
Full header/disclaimer in part 1
Previous parts
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Part 3: Making-up (Is Hard Easy to Do)
Rating: FRAO
Word count: 563
Prompt: 094 - Make-up
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They didn't say another word. Not as they pushed through the crowd to the elevators and waited; not on the ride up to Rupert's floor; not even as Rupert dug through his pockets, found the keycard, and opened the door.
Xander was starting to think this was ridiculous-he'd waited two years to see Rupert again, two long years of thinking up conversations in his head, deciding on what to do or say, and he really should be able to think of something to say now-when Rupert shoved him against the wall, his hands burning on Xander's shoulders, gripping him hard. Xander let out a short moan, feeling his body respond immediately to Rupert's proximity.
He looked up into Rupert's eyes, and licked his lips. "What are you waiting for?" he whispered, heart hammering in his chest. "Kiss me, please."
He heard Rupert groan and saw his eyes darken in an instant, and then Rupert's lips were on his own, and he was being kissed hard and fast. Rupert's tongue coaxed Xander's lips opened, and the kiss deepened. Moaning, Xander arched against him, hands fumbling on the buttons of Rupert's shirt in a desperate attempt to uncover skin. God, he needed to touch, and taste, and feel.
It was so very insane. Completely insane. He'd been with Rupert two nights out of his entire life, and yet, this felt like he'd finally found what he'd been missing for two years. Which is when Xander had the sudden realization that he was setting himself up for more disappointment-this would only last two days again, after all-but he immediately pushed the thought aside and decided he was going to do his damnedest to forget about it. He didn't care.
At least, right now, Xander really wanted not to care. He needed this, and he wouldn't pull himself away just because Rupert was going to leave, again, at the end of this weekend.
"Please," he begged again, groaning when Rupert pulled back just enough to discard his shirt, and tug Xander's over his shoulders. Then Rupert was against him once more, and there was skin, blissful warm skin against his that made Xander whimper low in his throat. He ran his hands over Rupert's hairy chest, the palms of his hands tingly from the sensation. His cock was so hard, aching, and pressed painfully against the zipper of his pants.
Rupert's hands moved down Xander's side, raising goosebumps as it went, over Xander's hips, and between his jeans-clad legs. Xander gasped when Rupert's fingers closed over his erection, head banging on the wall. He barely noticed the pain, so lost in the other sensations Rupert was bringing him. "God."
"Yes," Rupert gasped, thrusting against Xander's thigh. "I do remember you calling me that more than once."
Xander chuckled breathlessly and kissed him again. "Yeah, if I remember correctly, you earned it. Kind of a lot. Maybe you should refresh my memory? Make sure I'm not remembering it wrong."
"I would very much like that," Rupert said, pushing his hips against Xander's and making him gasp.
Rupert was hard. Xander couldn't resist the urge to let his hand wander down, cupping Rupert's erection and feeling it pulse beneath the layers of clothing. "Naked now? I think that would be a good thing."
"Yes," Rupert moaned. "Dear Lord, yes, I very much agree."
"Please, Daddy." It was out of his mouth before Xander really knew he was going to say it, but before he could freak out, Rupert kissed him, hard, forcefully working his way inside Xander's mouth and then pulling back.
"My boy, my beautiful boy. I want to fuck you."
Xander nodded eagerly. "Yes, God, yes, Daddy, please." He wanted to feel Rupert, feel him buried inside Xander's ass, fucking him. Xander had wanted only this for two years. "Fuck me now."
Leaning over him again, Rupert pressed their lips together quickly, and then he moved out of Xander's arms. "Give me a minute to find supplies," he said softly when Xander whimpered.
"Oh-okay, God, hurry," Xander said, panting. "Two seconds. Hurry."
"Why don't you undress now?" Rupert was already rummaging through his own stuff.
"Yes," Xander said, and then added "Daddy," when Rupert looked at him and quirked an eyebrow, both hands fumbling to get a zipper opened.
Xander quickly got rid of his shoes, pants and boxers, throwing them over to where his shirt was, and then leaned back against the wall, watching Rupert. Finally, Rupert was back right next to Xander. "Turn around," he said, tone inviting no argument, and Xander happily complied.
He braced himself with both hands on the wall and pushed back towards Rupert. "Want you."
"You have me, I'm right here," Rupert whispered, and there was a finger at Xander's entrance now, pushing in slowly, making Xander moan. "That's it, let me in, my boy, such a good boy."
He quickly worked a second, and then a third finger in, and Xander closed his eyes, moving his hips in time with Rupert's thrusts. "Please, Daddy, fuck me now, I can't-I need you. So long, it's been too long."
"Yes, you're right," Rupert said, withdrawing his fingers and leaning closer. "I can take all the time in the world later. But right now, I have to give my boy what he needs."
Then Rupert was leaning over Xander, closer, one hand clutching at Xander's hip, and he was pushing his cock inside. "Please, oh God," Xander muttered, looking back over his shoulder. Rupert was biting his lip, and he was looking down at Xander's ass.
"So gorgeous," he whispered, moaning. He brought his now free hand up to cup Xander's cheek, looking at him as he pushed further in until he was buried completely. "Just as tight as I remember," Rupert said, breathless.
Breathless, Xander nodded and turned back to the wall to release the pressure on his back. He hung his head down and moved his hips. God, he loved how Rupert felt inside, how big and hot his cock was. "Please, Daddy," he said again, "please, fuck me. Need you."
Rupert started thrusting. "Is this what you want, boy?"
"Yes, fuck yes, please."
"Anything you need, Xander, anything my boy needs," Rupert said hoarsely in Xander's ear, and then he pulled back until he was almost completely out, and thrust in again, hard.
Xander whimpered, pushing back to meet Rupert's thrusts, head reeling. It felt so good, so fucking good. Xander's cock was aching between his legs, but he ignored it. He wanted to focus on Rupert, on Rupert's cock inside him, on Rupert's hands moving on his skin, gripping and caressing wherever they touched, and on Rupert's mouth, which had just found the patch of skin on Xander's neck that made him cry out and shudder whenever it was touched or-bitten.
Rupert sucked on the skin between his lips, and one of his hands drifted down to grab Xander's asscheek and squeeze it, caress it.
Slap it.
"Oh God," Xander gasped, whimpering loudly.
Rupert did it again, and again, hand falling on Xander's flesh with each thrust of his hips, and Xander thought he was going to die. He was getting so very close, and Rupert hadn't even touched him yet.
"Tell me what you need, lad, tell Daddy what you need," Rupert said, just before bringing his hand down again.
"Fuck!" Xander pushed back, clenching his muscles around Rupert's cock. "So close," he finally managed to say, breathless and aching. "Need you to touch me, Daddy, please. Want to come."
"Good lad." Rupert bit down on Xander's shoulder again, softly, just enough to make Xander moan, and then sneaked his hand from Xander's ass to the inside of his thigh, and slowly brought it up until he was just an inch away from Xander's pulsing cock.
Xander couldn't tear his eyes away from Rupert's hand, even as he met each of Rupert's thrusts with a push of his own hips. God, he wanted this, needed this. He hadn't known how much he'd needed Rupert until he was here, all joking about Rupert ruining him aside.
"Please, Daddy, please touch me," he sobbed. "Need this so much."
And then Rupert's fingers were finally closing around him, and oh yeah, this was what dying felt like. Xander's head was spinning and every nerve in his body was thrumming, and Xander pushed back and forward, impaling himself on Rupert's cock and then thrusting into his fist, unable to think anymore.
"That's my good lad." Rupert's whispered words made their way into Xander's fogged mind, and he moaned and gasped, pleading without words because he couldn't make his brain function anymore. "Come for me, Xander, come for Daddy."
Shuddering and meeting Rupert's next thrust with a cry, Xander came hard, spilling himself over Rupert's fist. "Oh God, oh God," he muttered, hips moving frantically in a desperate attempt to seek more pleasure, more everything. "God."
He finally stopped moving, and leaned against the wall, letting it hold him up.
"So bloody gorgeous," Rupert said, kissing Xander's shoulder again. "I love watching you come."
Xander smiled lazily, turning his head slightly to the side, and ground his ass into Rupert's hips.
"Oh, hell," Rupert moaned, but he pulled away until his cock was sliding out of Xander's ass. Xander watched him get rid of the condom, and then Rupert put a hand on Xander's lower back and started stroking himself.
Xander turned to lean sideways against the wall and reached down, putting his hand over Rupert's and picking up the rhythm. Their eyes locked, and Xander licked his lips. "Come, Daddy, please."
Rupert groaned and worked his hand faster. "So close, boy, yes," he whispered, and then his hand stilled on his cock.
Xander looked down, watching Rupert come all over his hip. "God, so hot," he said, holding Rupert until he stopped shaking, then slumping back against the wall and gathering Rupert close. Xander listened to Rupert's erratic breathing, his own heart still beating fast in his chest. When they were both calmer, he bent down and kissed Rupert again.
Oh yes, this was going to be the best weekend, ever.
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Part 4
Additional note: And that's it for today! The last two parts of this fic will be posted on July 5. I hope you've enjoyed it so far.
Series: Vegas, NV
Pairing: Giles/Xander
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: daddy!kink, wall!sex, spanking
Full header/disclaimer in part 1
Previous parts
* * *
Part 3: Making-up (Is Hard Easy to Do)
Rating: FRAO
Word count: 563
Prompt: 094 - Make-up
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They didn't say another word. Not as they pushed through the crowd to the elevators and waited; not on the ride up to Rupert's floor; not even as Rupert dug through his pockets, found the keycard, and opened the door.
Xander was starting to think this was ridiculous-he'd waited two years to see Rupert again, two long years of thinking up conversations in his head, deciding on what to do or say, and he really should be able to think of something to say now-when Rupert shoved him against the wall, his hands burning on Xander's shoulders, gripping him hard. Xander let out a short moan, feeling his body respond immediately to Rupert's proximity.
He looked up into Rupert's eyes, and licked his lips. "What are you waiting for?" he whispered, heart hammering in his chest. "Kiss me, please."
He heard Rupert groan and saw his eyes darken in an instant, and then Rupert's lips were on his own, and he was being kissed hard and fast. Rupert's tongue coaxed Xander's lips opened, and the kiss deepened. Moaning, Xander arched against him, hands fumbling on the buttons of Rupert's shirt in a desperate attempt to uncover skin. God, he needed to touch, and taste, and feel.
It was so very insane. Completely insane. He'd been with Rupert two nights out of his entire life, and yet, this felt like he'd finally found what he'd been missing for two years. Which is when Xander had the sudden realization that he was setting himself up for more disappointment-this would only last two days again, after all-but he immediately pushed the thought aside and decided he was going to do his damnedest to forget about it. He didn't care.
At least, right now, Xander really wanted not to care. He needed this, and he wouldn't pull himself away just because Rupert was going to leave, again, at the end of this weekend.
"Please," he begged again, groaning when Rupert pulled back just enough to discard his shirt, and tug Xander's over his shoulders. Then Rupert was against him once more, and there was skin, blissful warm skin against his that made Xander whimper low in his throat. He ran his hands over Rupert's hairy chest, the palms of his hands tingly from the sensation. His cock was so hard, aching, and pressed painfully against the zipper of his pants.
Rupert's hands moved down Xander's side, raising goosebumps as it went, over Xander's hips, and between his jeans-clad legs. Xander gasped when Rupert's fingers closed over his erection, head banging on the wall. He barely noticed the pain, so lost in the other sensations Rupert was bringing him. "God."
"Yes," Rupert gasped, thrusting against Xander's thigh. "I do remember you calling me that more than once."
Xander chuckled breathlessly and kissed him again. "Yeah, if I remember correctly, you earned it. Kind of a lot. Maybe you should refresh my memory? Make sure I'm not remembering it wrong."
"I would very much like that," Rupert said, pushing his hips against Xander's and making him gasp.
Rupert was hard. Xander couldn't resist the urge to let his hand wander down, cupping Rupert's erection and feeling it pulse beneath the layers of clothing. "Naked now? I think that would be a good thing."
"Yes," Rupert moaned. "Dear Lord, yes, I very much agree."
"Please, Daddy." It was out of his mouth before Xander really knew he was going to say it, but before he could freak out, Rupert kissed him, hard, forcefully working his way inside Xander's mouth and then pulling back.
"My boy, my beautiful boy. I want to fuck you."
Xander nodded eagerly. "Yes, God, yes, Daddy, please." He wanted to feel Rupert, feel him buried inside Xander's ass, fucking him. Xander had wanted only this for two years. "Fuck me now."
Leaning over him again, Rupert pressed their lips together quickly, and then he moved out of Xander's arms. "Give me a minute to find supplies," he said softly when Xander whimpered.
"Oh-okay, God, hurry," Xander said, panting. "Two seconds. Hurry."
"Why don't you undress now?" Rupert was already rummaging through his own stuff.
"Yes," Xander said, and then added "Daddy," when Rupert looked at him and quirked an eyebrow, both hands fumbling to get a zipper opened.
Xander quickly got rid of his shoes, pants and boxers, throwing them over to where his shirt was, and then leaned back against the wall, watching Rupert. Finally, Rupert was back right next to Xander. "Turn around," he said, tone inviting no argument, and Xander happily complied.
He braced himself with both hands on the wall and pushed back towards Rupert. "Want you."
"You have me, I'm right here," Rupert whispered, and there was a finger at Xander's entrance now, pushing in slowly, making Xander moan. "That's it, let me in, my boy, such a good boy."
He quickly worked a second, and then a third finger in, and Xander closed his eyes, moving his hips in time with Rupert's thrusts. "Please, Daddy, fuck me now, I can't-I need you. So long, it's been too long."
"Yes, you're right," Rupert said, withdrawing his fingers and leaning closer. "I can take all the time in the world later. But right now, I have to give my boy what he needs."
Then Rupert was leaning over Xander, closer, one hand clutching at Xander's hip, and he was pushing his cock inside. "Please, oh God," Xander muttered, looking back over his shoulder. Rupert was biting his lip, and he was looking down at Xander's ass.
"So gorgeous," he whispered, moaning. He brought his now free hand up to cup Xander's cheek, looking at him as he pushed further in until he was buried completely. "Just as tight as I remember," Rupert said, breathless.
Breathless, Xander nodded and turned back to the wall to release the pressure on his back. He hung his head down and moved his hips. God, he loved how Rupert felt inside, how big and hot his cock was. "Please, Daddy," he said again, "please, fuck me. Need you."
Rupert started thrusting. "Is this what you want, boy?"
"Yes, fuck yes, please."
"Anything you need, Xander, anything my boy needs," Rupert said hoarsely in Xander's ear, and then he pulled back until he was almost completely out, and thrust in again, hard.
Xander whimpered, pushing back to meet Rupert's thrusts, head reeling. It felt so good, so fucking good. Xander's cock was aching between his legs, but he ignored it. He wanted to focus on Rupert, on Rupert's cock inside him, on Rupert's hands moving on his skin, gripping and caressing wherever they touched, and on Rupert's mouth, which had just found the patch of skin on Xander's neck that made him cry out and shudder whenever it was touched or-bitten.
Rupert sucked on the skin between his lips, and one of his hands drifted down to grab Xander's asscheek and squeeze it, caress it.
Slap it.
"Oh God," Xander gasped, whimpering loudly.
Rupert did it again, and again, hand falling on Xander's flesh with each thrust of his hips, and Xander thought he was going to die. He was getting so very close, and Rupert hadn't even touched him yet.
"Tell me what you need, lad, tell Daddy what you need," Rupert said, just before bringing his hand down again.
"Fuck!" Xander pushed back, clenching his muscles around Rupert's cock. "So close," he finally managed to say, breathless and aching. "Need you to touch me, Daddy, please. Want to come."
"Good lad." Rupert bit down on Xander's shoulder again, softly, just enough to make Xander moan, and then sneaked his hand from Xander's ass to the inside of his thigh, and slowly brought it up until he was just an inch away from Xander's pulsing cock.
Xander couldn't tear his eyes away from Rupert's hand, even as he met each of Rupert's thrusts with a push of his own hips. God, he wanted this, needed this. He hadn't known how much he'd needed Rupert until he was here, all joking about Rupert ruining him aside.
"Please, Daddy, please touch me," he sobbed. "Need this so much."
And then Rupert's fingers were finally closing around him, and oh yeah, this was what dying felt like. Xander's head was spinning and every nerve in his body was thrumming, and Xander pushed back and forward, impaling himself on Rupert's cock and then thrusting into his fist, unable to think anymore.
"That's my good lad." Rupert's whispered words made their way into Xander's fogged mind, and he moaned and gasped, pleading without words because he couldn't make his brain function anymore. "Come for me, Xander, come for Daddy."
Shuddering and meeting Rupert's next thrust with a cry, Xander came hard, spilling himself over Rupert's fist. "Oh God, oh God," he muttered, hips moving frantically in a desperate attempt to seek more pleasure, more everything. "God."
He finally stopped moving, and leaned against the wall, letting it hold him up.
"So bloody gorgeous," Rupert said, kissing Xander's shoulder again. "I love watching you come."
Xander smiled lazily, turning his head slightly to the side, and ground his ass into Rupert's hips.
"Oh, hell," Rupert moaned, but he pulled away until his cock was sliding out of Xander's ass. Xander watched him get rid of the condom, and then Rupert put a hand on Xander's lower back and started stroking himself.
Xander turned to lean sideways against the wall and reached down, putting his hand over Rupert's and picking up the rhythm. Their eyes locked, and Xander licked his lips. "Come, Daddy, please."
Rupert groaned and worked his hand faster. "So close, boy, yes," he whispered, and then his hand stilled on his cock.
Xander looked down, watching Rupert come all over his hip. "God, so hot," he said, holding Rupert until he stopped shaking, then slumping back against the wall and gathering Rupert close. Xander listened to Rupert's erratic breathing, his own heart still beating fast in his chest. When they were both calmer, he bent down and kissed Rupert again.
Oh yes, this was going to be the best weekend, ever.
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Part 4
Additional note: And that's it for today! The last two parts of this fic will be posted on July 5. I hope you've enjoyed it so far.