FIC: What Happens In Vegas... 1/2 (Giles/Xander, FRAO overall) *for spring_with_xan*
Title: What Happens In Vegas... 1/2
Author: soft_princess
Website: Fly With Me
Date: March/April, 2007
Word Count: 5,293
Pairing: Giles/Xander
Rating: FRT to FRAO
Written for slash_100 and spring_with_xan
Spoilers/setting: no spoilers. AU. Xander is a carpenter specializing in bookshelves and related work, for a well-respected Californian company trying to go worldwide; Giles is a librarian on the verge of getting sacked because of his lack of 'people-skills'. They meet at a convention.
Summary: An International Librarian Association Convention--seriously, could there be anything more boring than that?
The second part of this fic will be posted in my LJ as soon as it's done and beta read (which should be in the next couple of days if I can ever wrap up this damn sex scene). I'll update this post with a link as soon as it's posted. There is also a second story in this AU, …Stays In Vegas. It will be posted for summer_of_giles sometime in June or July.
Warnings: There's some kind of romance thing going on, but mostly? It's all about the hot, kinky, hotel-room sex. Slight dom/sub, a little tiny bit of daddy!kink, and some spanking in the second half.
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Part 1: Strangers (At the Bar)
Rating: FRT
Word count: 842
Prompt: 014 - Strangers
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Xander waved at the bartender for another beer and looked at the man who was just sitting down on the stool next to him. He looked even less at home than Xander did, and that was quite a feat. "The wife giving you trouble?" Xander asked, sitting down and grabbing the nearest bowl of peanuts.
"I beg your pardon?" the man answered, frowning as he turned to look at Xander.
"Sorry, none of my business," Xander replied, picking up a handful of peanuts but not eating any. "You just looked like you could use a little conversation there." Or maybe Xander should shut up. He was known for talking too much when he shouldn't, and annoying complete strangers was probably one of those times. But he was bored, and this guy looked just as bored as he was, and that should count for something, right?
And he had an English accent, which was definitely a point in his favour.
"Actually, I'm with the convention." He held out his hand. "Giles, Rupert Giles, and you are?"
"Xander Harris," Xander replied, shaking Giles' hand. "I'm here for the convention too. You're a librarian?"
"Yes, unfortunately," Giles answered. "I had the misfortune of being born into a long line of librarians. My path was set long before I could even read. You don't seem the type, though." His look turned speculative, and Xander couldn't help but smile.
He reached into his pocket and drew out a card, handing it over to Giles. "No, I'm a carpenter. I work for Simmons & Ludlow in California. We can build bookshelves like no other. As fancy and as unique as you like." Xander tried to give a 'company-approved' smile, but grimaced instead. He really wasn't cut out for all this sales stuff.
Giles snickered. "You sound utterly thrilled."
Xander laughed and shook his head, nodding his thanks to the bartender when his beer was finally brought to him. "I love my job; don't get me wrong. It's all the marketing stuff I can't stand. Trust me, I'd rather be at home with my saw and a good piece of mahogany than here."
"I hear you." Giles sipped his drink, something dark and probably strong. Xander didn't know what it was, though; liquor had never really been his thing. "I've been asked to attend, rather forcefully, by my superiors. It was pretty much an 'or else we sack you' situation."
"Why?" Xander frowned; Giles didn't look like a sleazy guy to him at all, more like the ultra professional-I-can-do-my-job-right type.
"Oh, I know what you're thinking," Giles said with a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "I'm actually a good librarian, and I do like my line of work, but I'm horrible with students and tend to be seen as a recluse. My--the headmaster hopes that I will work on my 'people-skills'."
"They don't seem to be all that rusty from where I'm standing," Xander noted, and then took a swing of his beer.
"You're a--well, maybe not a great deal older, but certainly not an arrogant sixteen-year-old child. Most of the children at the school I work at are spoiled rotten from parents with too much money and too little time, and they are accustomed to having their every whim catered to. I sincerely loathe that attitude." Giles laughed. "Although I suspect that's rather hypocritical of me, since I was quite like them in my youth; well, arrogant and spoiled at the very least."
Xander nodded thoughtfully. "High school wasn't a happy time for me. I'm glad that's over."
"I can imagine; it's a traumatic experience for most," Giles said. "I was, I suppose, one of the more popular kids in my day." He gave a short shrug.
"Why don't you quit?"
Giles looked at Xander as if he was appraising him, trying to get a sense of who Xander was. It was kind of freaky, but Xander got a thrill from it; it felt a bit like they were flirting. "I'm not sure. Security, I suppose."
Xander finished his beer and then stood. Flirting was good, in his book, even--or should that be 'especially'?--flirting with an obviously older man in an hotel bar at a convention he really didn't want to attend. An International Librarian Association Convention--seriously, could there be anything more boring than that? Especially for someone like Xander, who had absolutely zero book-smarts.
"Thanks for the chat, then," Giles said, startling Xander. "Nice meeting you."
Xander stopped digging through his pocket for change and blinked. "Huh, I wasn't going away. Or, at least, I was going to ask if you wanted to go sit somewhere else, because it's getting awfully crowded in here. But if you want me to leave you alone...." He shrugged, and threw some money on the counter for the bartender.
"No," Giles said, standing up. "I was a little hasty. I think I'd like to take you up on that offer."
"Come on, I think I saw some really comfy-looking chairs somewhere close to the elevators."
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Part 2: (One More) Drink
Rating: FRT
Word count: 665
Prompt: 040 - Drink
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Xander bought them both a second drink, and led Giles to the small conversation area he'd located when he'd been exploring earlier. They found two empty chairs facing away from the crowd and sat down.
"What exactly are you doing at this convention?" Giles asked after they'd been sitting quietly for a few minutes. When Xander turned to him, Giles was intently looking at him and smiling. "I don't believe there are that many libraries looking for custom-built shelves-it's often too expensive."
Xander nodded, sipping his rum and coke. "I asked my boss the same thing," he answered. "But he said there's a good enough percentage of specialized libraries who might be in the market for something more-refined. His words, not mine," he chuckled, heart picking up speed when Giles' smile broadened and made his eyes crinkle at the corners. Xander really liked that look on the guy. "Besides," he said, trying to get back on track, and not think about how Giles' smile was making Xander react below the belt, "a lot of you guys have your own private collections at home, don't you?"
"Yes, quite," Giles agreed, looking guilty as charged. "And you're right, I hadn't thought of that. The library I work for tends to be-boring, to say the least."
"I bet," Xander said. "I remember the library at my high school didn't have much." He laughed. "Not that I spent much time in said library, but I still noticed that. But about the job, well, we're kinda hoping some word of mouth would get around."
"That does make sense," Giles said, and then smiled at Xander. "I'll have to take a look at what you-what you have to offer, then." That last part was said with a quirk of his eyebrow and a teasing smile that Xander was pretty sure meant something.
He could sense the innuendo, but as of now, he wasn't sure if it was intentional or if he was just really, really hoping for it, and that was making him see stuff that wasn't there. "I can do a lot of different things," he said. Including you, he thought. Oh, he could definitely do Giles. The more Xander looked at him, the more he wanted to see what the man was hiding under all that tweed. The whole suit screamed 'I'm repressed, fear me', but the smile on his lips, and the twinkle in his eyes, and the whole attitude--well, that was a different story. Xander was definitely thankful Giles had decided to sit next to him at the bar, and not some cheap bimbo-and there were a lot of those around in Vegas.
"Oh really?" Giles asked, and this time, the innuendo was definitely there. No way Xander was mistaken about that look in Giles' eyes and the way he was leaning into Xander's personal space.
"Really," Xander murmured back, swallowing the last of his drink and putting his glass on the table.
Giles finished his own drink and put it down next to Xander's. "I'd rather like to see that, I admit." Giles' voice was low, and it sent shivers down Xander's spine.
"I think this would be the time you invite me up to your room for another drink," Xander whispered, licking his lips nervously. He'd done one-night stands before, but for some reason, this was nerve-wracking.
"Isn't it to 'see your etchings' as it were?" Giles leaned closer, eyes totally not looking into Xander's. He seemed fascinated by Xander's lips. That--was kinda hot.
Xander laughed, feeling his cheeks flush. "Maybe, but isn't that a bit corny?"
"And 'for another drink' isn't?" Giles touched Xander's wrist softly. "Besides why my room in particular?"
"Touché on the corny thing," Xander said, standing up. "Anyway, you don't look like the sharing kind, and unfortunately, I have my boss for a roommate."
"Good point," Giles conceded. "My room it is." With a shared smile, they made their way to the elevator.
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Part 3: (Taking Off the) Mask
Rating: FRAO
Word count: 2,508
Prompt: 035 - Mask
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"Oh yeah," Xander said, impressed, as they walked in the room. "The high school business pays well, doesn't it? Maybe I need to think about a change of career or something."
Giles laughed. He closed the door, turning the lights on, and left his key and his wallet on the desk. "No, actually, it doesn't."
"What's all this, then?" Xander asked, kicking off his shoes and walking further into the room. The bed looked about ten times more comfortable than the one he had in his room, and that wasn't even a bad bed. He sat down, and sighed. "Yeah, nice."
"Paid for by the school board. One of the, uh, many conditions I made sure to state before I agreed to come to this convention. I am accustomed to my comfort." Giles took off his own shoes, and leaned against the wall.
"And they just said yes?" Xander was suddenly nervous. He didn't know if it was because of the way Giles was looking at him, or if it was because they were alone in the room and he couldn't just pretend he didn't know what they were doing here. Maybe it was a little of both, but anyway, there was definite nervousness.
Maybe, though, maybe he was just not used to actually talking to guys before having sex with them. He was used to picking up someone at a bar, fucking them or being fucked, and going home. Sometimes he couldn't even remember the guy's name afterwards. But this-this was different.
But Giles was talking, and Xander really should be listening. "No, actually, it took them a while to agree, but I can be persuasive when I wish to be." He stepped forward, not quite close enough for Xander to reach out and touch.
"You look like the kind of guy who could be, yeah," he said, throat dry, and licked his lips again.
Giles took one more step closer, and cupped Xander's cheek, dragging his thumb lightly across Xander's lower lip. "I'm not quite certain what you want to happen tonight."
"Anything," Xander answered, darting his tongue out to lick Giles' finger.
Giles' breath shortened, and he shifted closer. "Ever since I first laid eyes on you as I walked into the bar," he murmured, "I've had this intense desire to see your mouth stretched around my cock. Would you like that?"
If Xander hadn't already been hard, that would have done it. Just the thought of tasting and sucking, and Xander was throbbing in his pants. His eyes drifted down to Giles' crotch, and he nodded, speechless. He could make out the shape of Giles' cock and-wait a minute. Giles had noticed him at the bar? Xander was pretty sure he'd been the one who had initiated the conversation, and Giles hadn't looked all that interested at first.
All that mattered was that Xander was hard as a rock, and Giles was right there. If Xander reached out, he could palm Giles' cock through his pants, and Xander really, really wanted to do that. "God, yes," he whimpered, reaching out and cupping Giles' crotch. "Please."
"Dear God," Giles muttered. Taking his hand away from Xander's cheek, he quickly got his belt undone and lowered his zipper.
Xander slipped his hand inside Giles' boxer shorts and pulled his cock out, feeling it hard and thick in his hand. God, he wanted this. He licked his lips again, breathing rapidly, and looked up as he lowered his mouth and took the head inside. He liked giving head, a lot. That was how he'd figured out he was not all that straight. He still liked girls, definitely, but this-he loved this, touching a guy's cock, feeling it in his palm and on his tongue, tasting him.
"Yes," Giles murmured, thrusting his hips lazily; he was staring at Xander, cheeks red and eyes dark with lust. "Suck my cock."
Xander had heard that from more than one guy over the years, but none of them had ever sounded as hot as Giles just did. It had to be the accent; Xander had always had a thing for accents. He pulled back, licking the tip. "You taste good," he said before diving back and taking more into his mouth.
He bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard and soft alternately, shivering every time Giles moaned, or groaned, or whimpered above him. There were words among all that noise, whispers that made Xander throb. Giles was a dirty-talker, and that was more than okay with Xander. Hot. Damn.
"That's it, boy, you're a natural at this, aren't you? That's it, yeah, that's good."
Xander moaned around Giles' cock and reached down to undo his pants.
"Take yourself out for me, Xander."
First time Giles ever said his name, and Xander had to pull back, panting. "God, you sound so hot," he said, looking up.
"Do I?" Giles grinned. Somehow, while Xander had been sucking him, he'd unbuttoned his shirt and taken off his glasses. He looked damn good like this. "Let's get these clothes off of you now, shall we?"
"Best idea you've had all night."
Giles laughed, pulling Xander to his feet and sliding his hands under the hem of his shirt. "I agree," he said, when Xander's shirt was out of the way. "This is quite a lovely sight." He bent his head slightly, and Xander gasped when Giles' mouth moved down his jaw to his neck, trailing kisses and then sucking on the skin where neck met shoulder.
"Oh God, keep doing that."
"I intend to, definitely." Giles' hands moved across Xander's torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and gripped his hips, holding him steady as Giles sucked harder. "This will leave a mark," he whispered.
I don't care, Xander thought, and then realized he should probably have said that out loud, because Giles was stopping, and that was not on. "Don't care, don't stop," he managed in between moans. "Please."
Giles pressed his lips against the skin again and sucked. His hands drifted down to Xander's jeans, and he pulled them down, fingers brushing against Xander's asscheeks.
Xander moaned, hands digging into Giles' shoulders. "God, fuck me, please," he whispered, pulling Giles closer and kissing his jaw.
"With pleasure," Giles said, sounding just as breathless as Xander felt. With a soft moan, he pulled back and pushed Xander down on the bed. Xander kicked off his pants, and watched as Giles finished undressing; first his shirt, then his T-shirt-fuck, Xander wanted to run his fingers through that chest hair, feel it against his palms-and finally his pants. When he was done, he climbed over Xander, and kissed him, hard.
Xander groaned, arms coming up and wrapping around Giles' torso. He spread his legs and felt Giles settle between them, both of them moaning when their cocks slid against each other. Xander lifted his hips, throwing his head back. "God, I want you."
"Then I suppose I should give you what you need," Giles whispered into Xander's ear, sliding his hand down Xander's stomach, fondling his balls, and reaching further back to tease his entrance. From what Xander could see, Giles had somehow, in all this, found the lube and he was uncapping the tube. He pulled his hand back from Xander's skin, and sat on his heels, slicking his fingers. "I'm sure I don't need to ask, but you have done this before, right?"
He really expected Xander to think right now? Blinking, Xander nodded, trying to remember how to say words. "Yeah," he managed, and then all thoughts of talking went out the window, because Giles' fingers were back, and he was pushing one in, slowly. Xander moaned, relaxing his muscles and spreading his legs further. "Please."
"Dear Lord," Giles moaned. "You want this, don't you? Want to be fucked. Your body is begging for it."
A second finger, and Xander bit his lip, hard enough to hurt, and pushed his hips down, wanting even more. "Yes, please, I want this."
Giles apparently didn't need more than that. He pushed his fingers harder, in and out, and pulled them out suddenly. Xander saw him fumble with the condom and lube himself up in record time. Then the man was leaning over him again. Xander wrapped his legs around Giles' hips and whimpered when Giles' cock slid against his ass. "God, please, fuck me."
Giles kissed him again, tongue sweeping across Xander's lips. Xander could feel Giles' hand moving down his stomach, between his legs, and then Giles' cock was at his entrance and he was pushing, and Xander shuddered hard, moaning. "Give it to me, please."
"Pushy bottom," Giles commented, grinning and looking down at Xander.
Xander chuckled breathlessly. "That good or bad?"
"Good," Giles whispered, twisting his hips and sliding in further, making Xander moan again. "Very good."
"I'm glad," Xander managed to say. And then Giles slid all the way in and started to pull out and thrust back in, slowly. "God, feels so good."
"So do you," Giles said, biting down on Xander's ear and making him gasp. "So very tight around my cock, boy. Tell me how much you want this."
Xander let out a long slow moan as Giles started to thrust faster in and out of him. "Want-" he tried, stopping to groan. He licked his lips. "Want you to fuck me, God, yes, please. Want that so much."
"Good-good lad," Giles gasped. He sped up his thrusts again, driving his cock inside Xander harder and deeper with each movement of his hips.
Xander felt like he was slowly dying, every nerve of his body responding to Giles' touch and his thrusts, and the words he kept whispered in Xander's ear; good boy, taking my cock so well, and so tight, so very tight. Xander clenched his muscles, pushing back hard against Giles, making him gasp for a change, and Giles pulled back slightly, changing the angle and starting again with a punishing rhythm.
God, this felt amazing. "Fuck me hard, please, God," Xander moaned. He reached between his legs, wanting--no, needing to touch, but Giles swatted his hand away.
"Don't," he whispered. He grabbed both of Xander's wrists in his hands and pinned them over his head. "You're not allowed to touch yourself."
Xander's orgasm tore through him unexpectedly, and he cried out, arching against Giles' belly. "Oh fuck," he whispered, shuddering. Giles slowed down his pace for a moment, and Xander could feel him watching. "Sorry," Xander finally said. He breathed heavily, blinking up at Giles, who was smiling back. Xander was still hard; coming hadn't done the slightest thing to his arousal.
"Don't apologize," Giles said, cupping Xander's cheek, and resuming his movements, this time slow and deep. "You were quite the sight." He was still holding Xander's hands, not letting him move them away. "Keep your hands up," he said. "No touching allowed. None at all." His gaze was stern.
Mouth dry, Xander nodded. "Okay." He felt like there was something he needed to add there, 'sir' or 'Giles' or 'something', but he couldn't find anything that felt right, and so he went with just 'okay'. "Don't stop fucking me, please."
"I've no intention of stopping anything at all," Giles replied with a laugh.
"Good."
Giles pushed in harder on the next thrust, and it wasn't long before he was back to his earlier pace. God, Xander loved being fucked like this. Giles knew just how to angle his thrusts, and how hard and deep to go; it was making Xander crazy. He met every thrust, hips moving in time with Giles'. "Fuck, yeah."
"So bloody amazing," Giles muttered, voice strained. He was getting closer; Xander could hear it in his words and in the grunts and moans he was making, low in his throat. He sounded so fucking hot. "Want to feel me come, Xander?"
"God, yes," Xander moaned. "Please."
"Want me to come inside you? Keep fucking you until the last possible moment, your ass clenching hard on my cock. Do you want that?" He shifted, his cock sliding even deeper inside.
Xander was seriously going to die. "Please, fuck yes, please. Come inside me, please."
Giles thrust harder again, once, twice, three times; he moaned, fingers clenching on Xander's wrists, and he stilled. Xander felt Giles shudder over him, saw the look on his face as he came, and he wished, oh God did he wish, that he could touch himself right then, because with just a little bit more pressure, he would have come again, just from this. If Giles looked hot when he was fucking Xander, he looked even hotter when he was coming.
Giles rolled down on the bed next to Xander, quickly getting rid of the condom. Still panting, he looked at Xander, running a hand down Xander's stomach. "Do you want to come?" He leaned on his elbow, hand stopping short of touching Xander's erection.
"Please," Xander begged. He was so close; Giles would probably just have to touch him. "Touch me, please, I want to come."
Giles trailed his fingers over the skin for a little while longer, raising goosebumps everywhere he touched. Xander was about to beg again when Giles' fist finally closed around his cock and started moving. "Bloody gorgeous like this, Xander, simply gorgeous."
Xander's eyes fluttered shut, and he arched up his hips, moaning. "So close, please."
"That's it, dear one," Giles whispered, kissing Xander's neck and sucking on the skin. "Come for me. Come for Daddy."
"Oh fuck!" Xander cried out, bucking his hips as he came. He clenched and unclenched his fingers on the headboard, throwing his head back and shuddering hard. Giles' hand didn't stop moving, fisting Xander's cock until there was nothing left and Xander slumped back on the bed, boneless.
His head was spinning. He was vaguely aware of Giles using something to clean him up, and then the covers were pulled over him, and Giles settled against his side, one arm thrown over Xander's stomach. Weird. Not at all how these things ended for Xander, usually, but somehow-
It was right.
With a soft sigh, Xander settled more comfortably against Giles' chest, loving the feel of skin on skin. "Thank you," he whispered, although he wasn't sure what he was thanking Giles for. That could just be because of the brain damage.
Giles seemed to know what it was thought, because he kissed Xander's forehead and said, "You're welcome." Then he tightened his hold on Xander, nuzzling his neck. "You know, you look absolutely gorgeous when you come. I'm afraid I'll have to see this again. It might haunt me if I don't."
Xander somehow managed to find enough energy to laugh. "Sweet-talker." Actually, Giles was a talker period, the sweet and the (very) dirty kind.
Giles didn't answer that. And a moment later, when his breathing slowed and turned into a light snoring, Xander knew why. It didn't take him long before he was asleep too.
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Part 4: Breakfast (For Two)
Rating: FRT
Word count: 591
Prompt: 036 - Breakfast
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Xander really hadn't expected to wake up alone. Especially not after last night, because last night had been-eye opening, to say the least. Giles was more than a god in bed; Xander didn't think there was an actual word for what he was-wow, maybe described it better than anything else. Definitely wow.
Seriously, Giles was spectacular. That confidence, the way he'd touched Xander and talked to him, and-God, just thinking about it, Xander could feel his groin tighten. If he hadn't been alone in that bed, he'd probably be good to go for at least another round.
But when Xander had opened his eyes, a smug, sleepy smile on his face, Giles was nowhere in sight. He wasn't in the bed, and his side was cold, as if he'd been gone for a while. No sounds coming from the bathroom either. He'd obviously gone out.
Xander let his head fall back against the pillow, and sighed. What had he been thinking, anyway? One night stands-yeah, that hadn't meant anything. Just a one night stand in Vegas that would stay exactly that. Giles would probably be avoiding Xander all through the convention, everything they'd done and said forgotten, or at least relegated to the status of 'good sex' and nothing more. Maybe he'd even talk about Xander to his librarian buddies and compare notes.
Or something.
Giles really wasn't any different from any of the other guys Xander had ever slept with. Usually, Xander was doing the leaving, but that was just a minor, very tiny, detail. Xander shouldn't have been expecting anything else but this. It was all he deserved anyway. A good fuck, and goodbye, see you never.
Xander glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven, which meant Xander had slept all through the morning, and breakfast, and dammit, Larry would hate him. He was supposed to cover the table this morning, and obviously, he hadn't. And as much as Xander just wanted to avoid his boss at all costs and sink back under the covers to forget all about this crappy morning, Giles would probably expect Xander to be gone soon, so he couldn't put this off. He really didn't feel like being there when Giles came back from wherever he was.
Xander sat up with a groan, his lower body protesting the movement, and pushed the covers away. Ignoring the shivers that raked his skin and the aching muscles in his ass, he grabbed his boxers from the floor. He pulled them on, and then his pants and socks, but he couldn't find his t-shirt.
The room was tidy though, and it wasn't long before Xander realized that his shirt had been folded neatly and left on the desk, a note placed on top of it. The handwriting was neat and professional, and it made Xander smile despite himself.
The note was short, but it was enough to make Xander forget all about being abandoned.
I apologize for leaving so early. There was a seminar I could not miss, and I was loathe to wake you, as you looked quite peaceful buried under the covers as you were.
Meet me for breakfast? Ten o'clock, in the lobby.
Yours,
R. Giles
Xander's smile broadened and he was reaching for his wallet when he remembered something. He glanced back at the clock, despite knowing full well that it was totally impossible for it to have gone backwards.
It was 11:03.
Well, damn. Breakfast apparently wouldn't be happening either. You know, this whole morning really sucked.
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Part 5: Shattered (Pieces)
Rating: FRT
Word count: 687
Prompt: 062 - Shattered
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Xander grabbed his wallet and keys from the desk, quickly pulled on his shoes, and left the room. He really didn't feel like facings the throngs of people he knew would be in the lobby and everywhere else downstairs, so he went right to his own room. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't empty.
"Hey, man," Larry said as soon as Xander walked in. "Got lucky last night, uh?"
Xander shook his head, keeping his mouth shut. If he opened it and said something, anything, he knew he would snap at Larry, and-well that was one thing you didn't want to do to your boss. Especially on the morning you hadn't shown up for work.
"Come on, Xander, what's her name?" Larry punched his arm, joyfully, picking up his jacket from the back of a chair. Well, apparently, he was in a good mood. That was a good thing for Xander's chances of keeping his job, but he really wasn't up to dealing with an actual cheerful person. Let alone a cheerful Larry.
For all that Larry was out and proud, he really had nothing even remotely close to gaydar. Okay, to be fair, Xander didn't flaunt his one-night stands at work, or, you know, anywhere, and he'd never actually gone out with a guy for anything other than sex, so it wasn't like there was anything there to see.
Xander stared at Larry for a moment, trying to decide whether he should be honest or keep dodging the question. Crappy mood equalled crappy decisions, and so he decided on honesty. "His name is Rupert Giles, and before you ask, it was amazing." More than that, seriously, but he didn't feel like going into the details right this minute. "And that's all I have to say about that," he added, in his best Forrest Gump voice.
That earned him a smack upside the head. He'd been expecting it, and almost managed to avoid it, but not quite. The sting was welcome.
"And you never told me?" Larry asked.
"It's not like it really matters, does it?" Xander shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he spoke.
"No, it doesn't, but, man, you've been banging guys and you never told me! We could have compared notes or something."
"Larry," Xander said, a lot more calmly than he felt. "You're my boss. I wasn't, and I'm still not, going to share my sex life with you."
Larry looked hurt at that. "I thought we were friends."
They'd never been close, per se; acquaintances, yes, and they'd known each other since grade school, but not close. It was kind of hard to be close to the guy who had beaten you up all through school. Xander still wasn't sure why he was working for him in the first place.
"Maybe, but we're not close, Larry; we never just hang out. I wasn't gonna come in to work one Monday morning, and corner you in the break room and go 'hey, guess what, I picked up that guy at a bar on Saturday, and had the most boring sex in my life ever.' It's not very professional."
"Okay," Larry conceded. "I get your point."
Xander took some clothes out of his suitcase and put them on the bed. A shower and clean clothes would do wonders for his mood. Idiot is me, he thought, sighing. If only he'd woken up an hour earlier, just one hour, and he'd be downstairs, enjoying breakfast for two with wow-sex-god-Giles.
"So, this guy, you'll see him again?"
Xander looked up, finding Larry by the doorway. He was obviously ready to leave, although to where, Xander neither knew nor cared. "I don't know. I hope so."
Larry nodded thoughtfully and opened the door. "Well, anyway, I took your shift this morning, and that's where I'm heading back to right now. You do mine this afternoon. Fair's fair. Be downstairs at one, or I'm gonna kick your ass for this."
"Okay," Xander answered, and Larry left, finally leaving Xander alone with his own thoughts.
He really wasn't sure that was such a good thing.
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PART TWO
Author: soft_princess
Website: Fly With Me
Date: March/April, 2007
Word Count: 5,293
Pairing: Giles/Xander
Rating: FRT to FRAO
Written for slash_100 and spring_with_xan
Spoilers/setting: no spoilers. AU. Xander is a carpenter specializing in bookshelves and related work, for a well-respected Californian company trying to go worldwide; Giles is a librarian on the verge of getting sacked because of his lack of 'people-skills'. They meet at a convention.
Summary: An International Librarian Association Convention--seriously, could there be anything more boring than that?
The second part of this fic will be posted in my LJ as soon as it's done and beta read (which should be in the next couple of days if I can ever wrap up this damn sex scene). I'll update this post with a link as soon as it's posted. There is also a second story in this AU, …Stays In Vegas. It will be posted for summer_of_giles sometime in June or July.
Warnings: There's some kind of romance thing going on, but mostly? It's all about the hot, kinky, hotel-room sex. Slight dom/sub, a little tiny bit of daddy!kink, and some spanking in the second half.
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Part 1: Strangers (At the Bar)
Rating: FRT
Word count: 842
Prompt: 014 - Strangers
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Xander waved at the bartender for another beer and looked at the man who was just sitting down on the stool next to him. He looked even less at home than Xander did, and that was quite a feat. "The wife giving you trouble?" Xander asked, sitting down and grabbing the nearest bowl of peanuts.
"I beg your pardon?" the man answered, frowning as he turned to look at Xander.
"Sorry, none of my business," Xander replied, picking up a handful of peanuts but not eating any. "You just looked like you could use a little conversation there." Or maybe Xander should shut up. He was known for talking too much when he shouldn't, and annoying complete strangers was probably one of those times. But he was bored, and this guy looked just as bored as he was, and that should count for something, right?
And he had an English accent, which was definitely a point in his favour.
"Actually, I'm with the convention." He held out his hand. "Giles, Rupert Giles, and you are?"
"Xander Harris," Xander replied, shaking Giles' hand. "I'm here for the convention too. You're a librarian?"
"Yes, unfortunately," Giles answered. "I had the misfortune of being born into a long line of librarians. My path was set long before I could even read. You don't seem the type, though." His look turned speculative, and Xander couldn't help but smile.
He reached into his pocket and drew out a card, handing it over to Giles. "No, I'm a carpenter. I work for Simmons & Ludlow in California. We can build bookshelves like no other. As fancy and as unique as you like." Xander tried to give a 'company-approved' smile, but grimaced instead. He really wasn't cut out for all this sales stuff.
Giles snickered. "You sound utterly thrilled."
Xander laughed and shook his head, nodding his thanks to the bartender when his beer was finally brought to him. "I love my job; don't get me wrong. It's all the marketing stuff I can't stand. Trust me, I'd rather be at home with my saw and a good piece of mahogany than here."
"I hear you." Giles sipped his drink, something dark and probably strong. Xander didn't know what it was, though; liquor had never really been his thing. "I've been asked to attend, rather forcefully, by my superiors. It was pretty much an 'or else we sack you' situation."
"Why?" Xander frowned; Giles didn't look like a sleazy guy to him at all, more like the ultra professional-I-can-do-my-job-right type.
"Oh, I know what you're thinking," Giles said with a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "I'm actually a good librarian, and I do like my line of work, but I'm horrible with students and tend to be seen as a recluse. My--the headmaster hopes that I will work on my 'people-skills'."
"They don't seem to be all that rusty from where I'm standing," Xander noted, and then took a swing of his beer.
"You're a--well, maybe not a great deal older, but certainly not an arrogant sixteen-year-old child. Most of the children at the school I work at are spoiled rotten from parents with too much money and too little time, and they are accustomed to having their every whim catered to. I sincerely loathe that attitude." Giles laughed. "Although I suspect that's rather hypocritical of me, since I was quite like them in my youth; well, arrogant and spoiled at the very least."
Xander nodded thoughtfully. "High school wasn't a happy time for me. I'm glad that's over."
"I can imagine; it's a traumatic experience for most," Giles said. "I was, I suppose, one of the more popular kids in my day." He gave a short shrug.
"Why don't you quit?"
Giles looked at Xander as if he was appraising him, trying to get a sense of who Xander was. It was kind of freaky, but Xander got a thrill from it; it felt a bit like they were flirting. "I'm not sure. Security, I suppose."
Xander finished his beer and then stood. Flirting was good, in his book, even--or should that be 'especially'?--flirting with an obviously older man in an hotel bar at a convention he really didn't want to attend. An International Librarian Association Convention--seriously, could there be anything more boring than that? Especially for someone like Xander, who had absolutely zero book-smarts.
"Thanks for the chat, then," Giles said, startling Xander. "Nice meeting you."
Xander stopped digging through his pocket for change and blinked. "Huh, I wasn't going away. Or, at least, I was going to ask if you wanted to go sit somewhere else, because it's getting awfully crowded in here. But if you want me to leave you alone...." He shrugged, and threw some money on the counter for the bartender.
"No," Giles said, standing up. "I was a little hasty. I think I'd like to take you up on that offer."
"Come on, I think I saw some really comfy-looking chairs somewhere close to the elevators."
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Part 2: (One More) Drink
Rating: FRT
Word count: 665
Prompt: 040 - Drink
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Xander bought them both a second drink, and led Giles to the small conversation area he'd located when he'd been exploring earlier. They found two empty chairs facing away from the crowd and sat down.
"What exactly are you doing at this convention?" Giles asked after they'd been sitting quietly for a few minutes. When Xander turned to him, Giles was intently looking at him and smiling. "I don't believe there are that many libraries looking for custom-built shelves-it's often too expensive."
Xander nodded, sipping his rum and coke. "I asked my boss the same thing," he answered. "But he said there's a good enough percentage of specialized libraries who might be in the market for something more-refined. His words, not mine," he chuckled, heart picking up speed when Giles' smile broadened and made his eyes crinkle at the corners. Xander really liked that look on the guy. "Besides," he said, trying to get back on track, and not think about how Giles' smile was making Xander react below the belt, "a lot of you guys have your own private collections at home, don't you?"
"Yes, quite," Giles agreed, looking guilty as charged. "And you're right, I hadn't thought of that. The library I work for tends to be-boring, to say the least."
"I bet," Xander said. "I remember the library at my high school didn't have much." He laughed. "Not that I spent much time in said library, but I still noticed that. But about the job, well, we're kinda hoping some word of mouth would get around."
"That does make sense," Giles said, and then smiled at Xander. "I'll have to take a look at what you-what you have to offer, then." That last part was said with a quirk of his eyebrow and a teasing smile that Xander was pretty sure meant something.
He could sense the innuendo, but as of now, he wasn't sure if it was intentional or if he was just really, really hoping for it, and that was making him see stuff that wasn't there. "I can do a lot of different things," he said. Including you, he thought. Oh, he could definitely do Giles. The more Xander looked at him, the more he wanted to see what the man was hiding under all that tweed. The whole suit screamed 'I'm repressed, fear me', but the smile on his lips, and the twinkle in his eyes, and the whole attitude--well, that was a different story. Xander was definitely thankful Giles had decided to sit next to him at the bar, and not some cheap bimbo-and there were a lot of those around in Vegas.
"Oh really?" Giles asked, and this time, the innuendo was definitely there. No way Xander was mistaken about that look in Giles' eyes and the way he was leaning into Xander's personal space.
"Really," Xander murmured back, swallowing the last of his drink and putting his glass on the table.
Giles finished his own drink and put it down next to Xander's. "I'd rather like to see that, I admit." Giles' voice was low, and it sent shivers down Xander's spine.
"I think this would be the time you invite me up to your room for another drink," Xander whispered, licking his lips nervously. He'd done one-night stands before, but for some reason, this was nerve-wracking.
"Isn't it to 'see your etchings' as it were?" Giles leaned closer, eyes totally not looking into Xander's. He seemed fascinated by Xander's lips. That--was kinda hot.
Xander laughed, feeling his cheeks flush. "Maybe, but isn't that a bit corny?"
"And 'for another drink' isn't?" Giles touched Xander's wrist softly. "Besides why my room in particular?"
"Touché on the corny thing," Xander said, standing up. "Anyway, you don't look like the sharing kind, and unfortunately, I have my boss for a roommate."
"Good point," Giles conceded. "My room it is." With a shared smile, they made their way to the elevator.
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Part 3: (Taking Off the) Mask
Rating: FRAO
Word count: 2,508
Prompt: 035 - Mask
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"Oh yeah," Xander said, impressed, as they walked in the room. "The high school business pays well, doesn't it? Maybe I need to think about a change of career or something."
Giles laughed. He closed the door, turning the lights on, and left his key and his wallet on the desk. "No, actually, it doesn't."
"What's all this, then?" Xander asked, kicking off his shoes and walking further into the room. The bed looked about ten times more comfortable than the one he had in his room, and that wasn't even a bad bed. He sat down, and sighed. "Yeah, nice."
"Paid for by the school board. One of the, uh, many conditions I made sure to state before I agreed to come to this convention. I am accustomed to my comfort." Giles took off his own shoes, and leaned against the wall.
"And they just said yes?" Xander was suddenly nervous. He didn't know if it was because of the way Giles was looking at him, or if it was because they were alone in the room and he couldn't just pretend he didn't know what they were doing here. Maybe it was a little of both, but anyway, there was definite nervousness.
Maybe, though, maybe he was just not used to actually talking to guys before having sex with them. He was used to picking up someone at a bar, fucking them or being fucked, and going home. Sometimes he couldn't even remember the guy's name afterwards. But this-this was different.
But Giles was talking, and Xander really should be listening. "No, actually, it took them a while to agree, but I can be persuasive when I wish to be." He stepped forward, not quite close enough for Xander to reach out and touch.
"You look like the kind of guy who could be, yeah," he said, throat dry, and licked his lips again.
Giles took one more step closer, and cupped Xander's cheek, dragging his thumb lightly across Xander's lower lip. "I'm not quite certain what you want to happen tonight."
"Anything," Xander answered, darting his tongue out to lick Giles' finger.
Giles' breath shortened, and he shifted closer. "Ever since I first laid eyes on you as I walked into the bar," he murmured, "I've had this intense desire to see your mouth stretched around my cock. Would you like that?"
If Xander hadn't already been hard, that would have done it. Just the thought of tasting and sucking, and Xander was throbbing in his pants. His eyes drifted down to Giles' crotch, and he nodded, speechless. He could make out the shape of Giles' cock and-wait a minute. Giles had noticed him at the bar? Xander was pretty sure he'd been the one who had initiated the conversation, and Giles hadn't looked all that interested at first.
All that mattered was that Xander was hard as a rock, and Giles was right there. If Xander reached out, he could palm Giles' cock through his pants, and Xander really, really wanted to do that. "God, yes," he whimpered, reaching out and cupping Giles' crotch. "Please."
"Dear God," Giles muttered. Taking his hand away from Xander's cheek, he quickly got his belt undone and lowered his zipper.
Xander slipped his hand inside Giles' boxer shorts and pulled his cock out, feeling it hard and thick in his hand. God, he wanted this. He licked his lips again, breathing rapidly, and looked up as he lowered his mouth and took the head inside. He liked giving head, a lot. That was how he'd figured out he was not all that straight. He still liked girls, definitely, but this-he loved this, touching a guy's cock, feeling it in his palm and on his tongue, tasting him.
"Yes," Giles murmured, thrusting his hips lazily; he was staring at Xander, cheeks red and eyes dark with lust. "Suck my cock."
Xander had heard that from more than one guy over the years, but none of them had ever sounded as hot as Giles just did. It had to be the accent; Xander had always had a thing for accents. He pulled back, licking the tip. "You taste good," he said before diving back and taking more into his mouth.
He bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard and soft alternately, shivering every time Giles moaned, or groaned, or whimpered above him. There were words among all that noise, whispers that made Xander throb. Giles was a dirty-talker, and that was more than okay with Xander. Hot. Damn.
"That's it, boy, you're a natural at this, aren't you? That's it, yeah, that's good."
Xander moaned around Giles' cock and reached down to undo his pants.
"Take yourself out for me, Xander."
First time Giles ever said his name, and Xander had to pull back, panting. "God, you sound so hot," he said, looking up.
"Do I?" Giles grinned. Somehow, while Xander had been sucking him, he'd unbuttoned his shirt and taken off his glasses. He looked damn good like this. "Let's get these clothes off of you now, shall we?"
"Best idea you've had all night."
Giles laughed, pulling Xander to his feet and sliding his hands under the hem of his shirt. "I agree," he said, when Xander's shirt was out of the way. "This is quite a lovely sight." He bent his head slightly, and Xander gasped when Giles' mouth moved down his jaw to his neck, trailing kisses and then sucking on the skin where neck met shoulder.
"Oh God, keep doing that."
"I intend to, definitely." Giles' hands moved across Xander's torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and gripped his hips, holding him steady as Giles sucked harder. "This will leave a mark," he whispered.
I don't care, Xander thought, and then realized he should probably have said that out loud, because Giles was stopping, and that was not on. "Don't care, don't stop," he managed in between moans. "Please."
Giles pressed his lips against the skin again and sucked. His hands drifted down to Xander's jeans, and he pulled them down, fingers brushing against Xander's asscheeks.
Xander moaned, hands digging into Giles' shoulders. "God, fuck me, please," he whispered, pulling Giles closer and kissing his jaw.
"With pleasure," Giles said, sounding just as breathless as Xander felt. With a soft moan, he pulled back and pushed Xander down on the bed. Xander kicked off his pants, and watched as Giles finished undressing; first his shirt, then his T-shirt-fuck, Xander wanted to run his fingers through that chest hair, feel it against his palms-and finally his pants. When he was done, he climbed over Xander, and kissed him, hard.
Xander groaned, arms coming up and wrapping around Giles' torso. He spread his legs and felt Giles settle between them, both of them moaning when their cocks slid against each other. Xander lifted his hips, throwing his head back. "God, I want you."
"Then I suppose I should give you what you need," Giles whispered into Xander's ear, sliding his hand down Xander's stomach, fondling his balls, and reaching further back to tease his entrance. From what Xander could see, Giles had somehow, in all this, found the lube and he was uncapping the tube. He pulled his hand back from Xander's skin, and sat on his heels, slicking his fingers. "I'm sure I don't need to ask, but you have done this before, right?"
He really expected Xander to think right now? Blinking, Xander nodded, trying to remember how to say words. "Yeah," he managed, and then all thoughts of talking went out the window, because Giles' fingers were back, and he was pushing one in, slowly. Xander moaned, relaxing his muscles and spreading his legs further. "Please."
"Dear Lord," Giles moaned. "You want this, don't you? Want to be fucked. Your body is begging for it."
A second finger, and Xander bit his lip, hard enough to hurt, and pushed his hips down, wanting even more. "Yes, please, I want this."
Giles apparently didn't need more than that. He pushed his fingers harder, in and out, and pulled them out suddenly. Xander saw him fumble with the condom and lube himself up in record time. Then the man was leaning over him again. Xander wrapped his legs around Giles' hips and whimpered when Giles' cock slid against his ass. "God, please, fuck me."
Giles kissed him again, tongue sweeping across Xander's lips. Xander could feel Giles' hand moving down his stomach, between his legs, and then Giles' cock was at his entrance and he was pushing, and Xander shuddered hard, moaning. "Give it to me, please."
"Pushy bottom," Giles commented, grinning and looking down at Xander.
Xander chuckled breathlessly. "That good or bad?"
"Good," Giles whispered, twisting his hips and sliding in further, making Xander moan again. "Very good."
"I'm glad," Xander managed to say. And then Giles slid all the way in and started to pull out and thrust back in, slowly. "God, feels so good."
"So do you," Giles said, biting down on Xander's ear and making him gasp. "So very tight around my cock, boy. Tell me how much you want this."
Xander let out a long slow moan as Giles started to thrust faster in and out of him. "Want-" he tried, stopping to groan. He licked his lips. "Want you to fuck me, God, yes, please. Want that so much."
"Good-good lad," Giles gasped. He sped up his thrusts again, driving his cock inside Xander harder and deeper with each movement of his hips.
Xander felt like he was slowly dying, every nerve of his body responding to Giles' touch and his thrusts, and the words he kept whispered in Xander's ear; good boy, taking my cock so well, and so tight, so very tight. Xander clenched his muscles, pushing back hard against Giles, making him gasp for a change, and Giles pulled back slightly, changing the angle and starting again with a punishing rhythm.
God, this felt amazing. "Fuck me hard, please, God," Xander moaned. He reached between his legs, wanting--no, needing to touch, but Giles swatted his hand away.
"Don't," he whispered. He grabbed both of Xander's wrists in his hands and pinned them over his head. "You're not allowed to touch yourself."
Xander's orgasm tore through him unexpectedly, and he cried out, arching against Giles' belly. "Oh fuck," he whispered, shuddering. Giles slowed down his pace for a moment, and Xander could feel him watching. "Sorry," Xander finally said. He breathed heavily, blinking up at Giles, who was smiling back. Xander was still hard; coming hadn't done the slightest thing to his arousal.
"Don't apologize," Giles said, cupping Xander's cheek, and resuming his movements, this time slow and deep. "You were quite the sight." He was still holding Xander's hands, not letting him move them away. "Keep your hands up," he said. "No touching allowed. None at all." His gaze was stern.
Mouth dry, Xander nodded. "Okay." He felt like there was something he needed to add there, 'sir' or 'Giles' or 'something', but he couldn't find anything that felt right, and so he went with just 'okay'. "Don't stop fucking me, please."
"I've no intention of stopping anything at all," Giles replied with a laugh.
"Good."
Giles pushed in harder on the next thrust, and it wasn't long before he was back to his earlier pace. God, Xander loved being fucked like this. Giles knew just how to angle his thrusts, and how hard and deep to go; it was making Xander crazy. He met every thrust, hips moving in time with Giles'. "Fuck, yeah."
"So bloody amazing," Giles muttered, voice strained. He was getting closer; Xander could hear it in his words and in the grunts and moans he was making, low in his throat. He sounded so fucking hot. "Want to feel me come, Xander?"
"God, yes," Xander moaned. "Please."
"Want me to come inside you? Keep fucking you until the last possible moment, your ass clenching hard on my cock. Do you want that?" He shifted, his cock sliding even deeper inside.
Xander was seriously going to die. "Please, fuck yes, please. Come inside me, please."
Giles thrust harder again, once, twice, three times; he moaned, fingers clenching on Xander's wrists, and he stilled. Xander felt Giles shudder over him, saw the look on his face as he came, and he wished, oh God did he wish, that he could touch himself right then, because with just a little bit more pressure, he would have come again, just from this. If Giles looked hot when he was fucking Xander, he looked even hotter when he was coming.
Giles rolled down on the bed next to Xander, quickly getting rid of the condom. Still panting, he looked at Xander, running a hand down Xander's stomach. "Do you want to come?" He leaned on his elbow, hand stopping short of touching Xander's erection.
"Please," Xander begged. He was so close; Giles would probably just have to touch him. "Touch me, please, I want to come."
Giles trailed his fingers over the skin for a little while longer, raising goosebumps everywhere he touched. Xander was about to beg again when Giles' fist finally closed around his cock and started moving. "Bloody gorgeous like this, Xander, simply gorgeous."
Xander's eyes fluttered shut, and he arched up his hips, moaning. "So close, please."
"That's it, dear one," Giles whispered, kissing Xander's neck and sucking on the skin. "Come for me. Come for Daddy."
"Oh fuck!" Xander cried out, bucking his hips as he came. He clenched and unclenched his fingers on the headboard, throwing his head back and shuddering hard. Giles' hand didn't stop moving, fisting Xander's cock until there was nothing left and Xander slumped back on the bed, boneless.
His head was spinning. He was vaguely aware of Giles using something to clean him up, and then the covers were pulled over him, and Giles settled against his side, one arm thrown over Xander's stomach. Weird. Not at all how these things ended for Xander, usually, but somehow-
It was right.
With a soft sigh, Xander settled more comfortably against Giles' chest, loving the feel of skin on skin. "Thank you," he whispered, although he wasn't sure what he was thanking Giles for. That could just be because of the brain damage.
Giles seemed to know what it was thought, because he kissed Xander's forehead and said, "You're welcome." Then he tightened his hold on Xander, nuzzling his neck. "You know, you look absolutely gorgeous when you come. I'm afraid I'll have to see this again. It might haunt me if I don't."
Xander somehow managed to find enough energy to laugh. "Sweet-talker." Actually, Giles was a talker period, the sweet and the (very) dirty kind.
Giles didn't answer that. And a moment later, when his breathing slowed and turned into a light snoring, Xander knew why. It didn't take him long before he was asleep too.
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Part 4: Breakfast (For Two)
Rating: FRT
Word count: 591
Prompt: 036 - Breakfast
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Xander really hadn't expected to wake up alone. Especially not after last night, because last night had been-eye opening, to say the least. Giles was more than a god in bed; Xander didn't think there was an actual word for what he was-wow, maybe described it better than anything else. Definitely wow.
Seriously, Giles was spectacular. That confidence, the way he'd touched Xander and talked to him, and-God, just thinking about it, Xander could feel his groin tighten. If he hadn't been alone in that bed, he'd probably be good to go for at least another round.
But when Xander had opened his eyes, a smug, sleepy smile on his face, Giles was nowhere in sight. He wasn't in the bed, and his side was cold, as if he'd been gone for a while. No sounds coming from the bathroom either. He'd obviously gone out.
Xander let his head fall back against the pillow, and sighed. What had he been thinking, anyway? One night stands-yeah, that hadn't meant anything. Just a one night stand in Vegas that would stay exactly that. Giles would probably be avoiding Xander all through the convention, everything they'd done and said forgotten, or at least relegated to the status of 'good sex' and nothing more. Maybe he'd even talk about Xander to his librarian buddies and compare notes.
Or something.
Giles really wasn't any different from any of the other guys Xander had ever slept with. Usually, Xander was doing the leaving, but that was just a minor, very tiny, detail. Xander shouldn't have been expecting anything else but this. It was all he deserved anyway. A good fuck, and goodbye, see you never.
Xander glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven, which meant Xander had slept all through the morning, and breakfast, and dammit, Larry would hate him. He was supposed to cover the table this morning, and obviously, he hadn't. And as much as Xander just wanted to avoid his boss at all costs and sink back under the covers to forget all about this crappy morning, Giles would probably expect Xander to be gone soon, so he couldn't put this off. He really didn't feel like being there when Giles came back from wherever he was.
Xander sat up with a groan, his lower body protesting the movement, and pushed the covers away. Ignoring the shivers that raked his skin and the aching muscles in his ass, he grabbed his boxers from the floor. He pulled them on, and then his pants and socks, but he couldn't find his t-shirt.
The room was tidy though, and it wasn't long before Xander realized that his shirt had been folded neatly and left on the desk, a note placed on top of it. The handwriting was neat and professional, and it made Xander smile despite himself.
The note was short, but it was enough to make Xander forget all about being abandoned.
I apologize for leaving so early. There was a seminar I could not miss, and I was loathe to wake you, as you looked quite peaceful buried under the covers as you were.
Meet me for breakfast? Ten o'clock, in the lobby.
Yours,
R. Giles
Xander's smile broadened and he was reaching for his wallet when he remembered something. He glanced back at the clock, despite knowing full well that it was totally impossible for it to have gone backwards.
It was 11:03.
Well, damn. Breakfast apparently wouldn't be happening either. You know, this whole morning really sucked.
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Part 5: Shattered (Pieces)
Rating: FRT
Word count: 687
Prompt: 062 - Shattered
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Xander grabbed his wallet and keys from the desk, quickly pulled on his shoes, and left the room. He really didn't feel like facings the throngs of people he knew would be in the lobby and everywhere else downstairs, so he went right to his own room. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't empty.
"Hey, man," Larry said as soon as Xander walked in. "Got lucky last night, uh?"
Xander shook his head, keeping his mouth shut. If he opened it and said something, anything, he knew he would snap at Larry, and-well that was one thing you didn't want to do to your boss. Especially on the morning you hadn't shown up for work.
"Come on, Xander, what's her name?" Larry punched his arm, joyfully, picking up his jacket from the back of a chair. Well, apparently, he was in a good mood. That was a good thing for Xander's chances of keeping his job, but he really wasn't up to dealing with an actual cheerful person. Let alone a cheerful Larry.
For all that Larry was out and proud, he really had nothing even remotely close to gaydar. Okay, to be fair, Xander didn't flaunt his one-night stands at work, or, you know, anywhere, and he'd never actually gone out with a guy for anything other than sex, so it wasn't like there was anything there to see.
Xander stared at Larry for a moment, trying to decide whether he should be honest or keep dodging the question. Crappy mood equalled crappy decisions, and so he decided on honesty. "His name is Rupert Giles, and before you ask, it was amazing." More than that, seriously, but he didn't feel like going into the details right this minute. "And that's all I have to say about that," he added, in his best Forrest Gump voice.
That earned him a smack upside the head. He'd been expecting it, and almost managed to avoid it, but not quite. The sting was welcome.
"And you never told me?" Larry asked.
"It's not like it really matters, does it?" Xander shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he spoke.
"No, it doesn't, but, man, you've been banging guys and you never told me! We could have compared notes or something."
"Larry," Xander said, a lot more calmly than he felt. "You're my boss. I wasn't, and I'm still not, going to share my sex life with you."
Larry looked hurt at that. "I thought we were friends."
They'd never been close, per se; acquaintances, yes, and they'd known each other since grade school, but not close. It was kind of hard to be close to the guy who had beaten you up all through school. Xander still wasn't sure why he was working for him in the first place.
"Maybe, but we're not close, Larry; we never just hang out. I wasn't gonna come in to work one Monday morning, and corner you in the break room and go 'hey, guess what, I picked up that guy at a bar on Saturday, and had the most boring sex in my life ever.' It's not very professional."
"Okay," Larry conceded. "I get your point."
Xander took some clothes out of his suitcase and put them on the bed. A shower and clean clothes would do wonders for his mood. Idiot is me, he thought, sighing. If only he'd woken up an hour earlier, just one hour, and he'd be downstairs, enjoying breakfast for two with wow-sex-god-Giles.
"So, this guy, you'll see him again?"
Xander looked up, finding Larry by the doorway. He was obviously ready to leave, although to where, Xander neither knew nor cared. "I don't know. I hope so."
Larry nodded thoughtfully and opened the door. "Well, anyway, I took your shift this morning, and that's where I'm heading back to right now. You do mine this afternoon. Fair's fair. Be downstairs at one, or I'm gonna kick your ass for this."
"Okay," Xander answered, and Larry left, finally leaving Xander alone with his own thoughts.
He really wasn't sure that was such a good thing.
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PART TWO