Porn Battle V (the fifth dimension)
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Thinks about himself on the linoleum, naked butt on cool plastic-like floors that warm quickly under him and become kinda sticky when he sweats, but that's okay. It's clean linoleum. Or, it is when they start. Xander's had this fantasy before, and if he has anything to say about it, the dream-linoleum would be very sticky by the end. He just stares at an empty patch on the floor and imagines all the things that can be done on it. There's just enough room there for a guy to stretch, lean his legs on that chair in the corner. Or just one leg and the other could wrap around Giles' back. Yeah, that's better.
Because see, that's the fantasy. You don’t just look at linoleum and think about sex with the linoleum. You look at the linoleum, and your young fertile mind allows you to think what it would be like to be fucked by the librarian on this piece of linoleum. Yeah, Xander thinks about getting fucked.
He's not gonna tell anyone about it, because, just, hell no. When asked, he doesn't mind mentioning boobs. He has fantasies with those, too. Those are nice. Those he feels safe about sharing. Boobs are safe territory, only slightly more edgy than holding hands and kissing. But anything under Giles' pants, that's not a territory he's comfortable sharing with Willow. Or God forbid Buffy. Or anyone.
Or Giles.
He'll just stare at the linoleum and think about what's under Giles' pants. And about it being out of the pants. And about it being in Xander.
He doesn't really know what that would feel like, although he did experiment with his fingers, and with a pen. That was kinda nice. Probably not the same at all, because penises are basically a lot alike, and all the ones Xander's seen - mostly his own, and porn, because he tries not to stare in the showers - have been very different to fingers, or pens.
It wasn't even one of those jumbo sized permanent markers. Just a normal pen.
But he thinks it would be really good. He has a feeling Giles would know what to do with it so it doesn't hurt, and make it good. Giles is good at that sort of thing.
Not that he knows what kind of thing Giles is good at in bed. Or on linoleum. He just has a feeling.
He likes to think Giles would be nice to him, and kiss him on the mouth, and would look really concentrated even if he doesn't have his glasses on. He thinks about the linoleum under his back, and holding Giles' head in both hands and kissing him, and getting fucked. He doesn't even know what would happen with his own cock at that point, but it's okay, because he's sure Giles would know, and tell him what to do. Or just, just maybe do it himself.
Xander sneaks a glance to where Giles is holding a cup of tea, and thinks about that hand, warm maybe from the tea, holding his cock and stroking it, and at the same time Giles fucking him. Like, maybe late at night or something, when no one's here, and even Buffy's done with her patrol. Or maybe in the morning when he's supposed to be at school, yeah, that would be better. No school today, no, I'm not sick or anything, I'm just busy being fucked. Yeah, Xander likes this fantasy.
"Xander?"
He jumps and nearly bumps one of his more delicate parts into the edge of the table, where it's been pointing for a while now. He looks guiltily at Giles.
"Could you go in the back and bring me the Darian Gargoyles Almanac? It's the big red book, on the top shelf to the extreme left."
Xander nods, not trusting his voice, and heads for the stacks, holding another book strategically. If Giles noticed that he's taking a book where it doesn't belong, he hasn't said a thing. Hiding behind the shelves, Xander is half looking for the book in question, and half just trying to think unsexy thoughts.
Hmm, books. Books aren't so sexy. Except Giles thinks they are, maybe. And back here, people can't even see you if they're down by the table. People can walk right outside the doors and if someone was having sex here, they'd never know it. If someone was holding onto the shelves and rocking so hard the books move a little, and say that someone was being taken from behind by the librarian...
Xander is lost in thought again. When you're young and in lust, everything's an excuse.
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(Love the prompt you chose. Hee. Oh Xander.)
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It was a pretty cool prompt, canony and easy to stretch on ;)
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Lovely! :-)
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I just tried to go with the spirit of the quote.. :)
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