Hearing Rupert's words of encouragement and the lovely sounds he was making, Wesley felt his heart swell with love. He wanted so much to make this as pleasurable and wondeful for him as he could. He wanted him so much.
He could feel Rupert opening up with each successive finger and stroke until finally his lover told him he was ready. Looking down in his green eyes, Wesley felt his cock twitch in anticipation. He picked up the lotion again, this time lathering himself up. Then, he carefully pressed himself to Rupert's opening, entering him slowly until he was completely inside him, buried to the hilt.
"Oh, God," he moaned, closing his eyes as sensations washed over him, taking him back to the first time he had made love to Rupert this way so many years ago now. "You feel so amazing."
Grasping his hips, he began to thrust into him, keeping his strokes slow and steady, wanting to make this last as long as possible. It was almost overwhelming, though, being inside Rupert again.
"I don't know how long I'm going to last," he told him, his voice cracking slightly. "It's been so long."
It was a new sensation for him, and Giles had to will himself from passing out. It'd been so long since he'd had anyone inside of him, and Wesley filled him perfectly. With a sigh, he pulled his knees up and opened himself widely for his lover before pulling him down for a deep kiss. "Love you so much," he gasped when he felt Wesley rubbing against his erect cock.
Holding him close, Giles buried his head against his lover's shoulder and started to thrust against him. He squeezed his eyes close as he felt himself tightening up already. No one could ever make him come like Wesley could. "So close, love..." he groaned as he pushed his head against the pillow.
A flash of white light exploded behind his eyes and Giles screamed out his lover's name as he came between them.
Groaning against Rupert's lips when he felt him open wider to him, Wesley began moving a bit faster. His lover's cock was between them, rubbing against his stomach, and his lover lay beneath him, flushed and tight. It was a moment Wesley didn't think he'd forget for the rest of his life, no matter how many times they ended up doing this after today.
Wesley wrapped his arms around him, feeling him pressing his hips up to him with each stroke, driving him deeper. He moaned, definitely knowing that he wasn't going to last long, not with the way Rupert felt, not with the way he was making him feel.
"I love you too, Rupert," he told him, kissing his neck just as Rupert came, clenching around him. Wesley groaned, pushing himself into him a couple of more times before the sensations coiling at the base of his spine suddenly radiated out, and his cock began twitching wildly, his release spilling inside his lover. "Oh, God, Rupert."
He wasn't sure how long the orgasm lasted, but when he opened his eyes again, he was practically collapsed on Rupert, his arms and legs trembling from the strain.
Giles loudly groaned when he felt Wesley's warmth fill him up. It felt so good, and so right. He never wanted to be apart from his love ever again. When Wesley fell on him, Giles held him close and softly stroked his back as both of them struggled to catch their breath. "Amazing," he pushed out.
He smiled when Wesley looked down at him. Reaching up, he ran his fingers over the other man's stubble and chuckled. "This has to be the best research I've done in ages," Giles whispered. It was then that his mobile phone started to ring and he growled in frustration.
"I should get that. It could be someone from the Council." He carefully nudged Wesley off him and got off the bed. After rooting around in his trousers, he pulled the mobile and answered it. It was Andrew, telling him that the board wanted his signature on some forms. Giles told his assistant to e-mail the papers to his address and he'd sign and fax them back.
Ending the call, Giles looked over at Wesley. "Yes, I have an e-mail address but I don't know how to access the bloody thing!"
"I definitely agree that it's been a productive session," Wesley said with a chuckle, leaning his face into Rupert's hand as he looked down at him. When the mobile rang, Wesley couldn't help but let out a sigh. At least it wasn't his phone.
When Rupert nudged him, he moved back, feeling a bit of a loss when he slid out of him. Reaching for the tissues he kept by the bed, he wiped himself off, listening to the conversation his lover was having with someone named Andrew. Sounded as though he had just as much paperwork to deal with at the Council as he did at at Wolfram and Hart. He supposed that had nothing to do with "sides" and everything to do with bureacracy, which knew not of good and evil.
When Rupert mentioned an e-mail address to Andrew, Wesley's eyebrow arched up his forehead. He never thought he'd see the day where Rupert Giles actually had something so...technological. Apparently, he saw his expression, however, given his immediate reaction once he had rung off.
"Well, if you'd like, I'd be glad to help you," he said, tossing the tissues in the bin and then reaching over and running his hand up and down Rupert's arm. He got off the bed and picked up his boxers, slipping then on before giving the other man his. "My laptop's in the other room - we can set it up to check your mail. And I suppose we should get a bit more research done to take back to Fred tomorrow. We can even order something now if you're hungry after our last...session."
Giles was relieved that Wesley didn't poke fun at him for not knowing how to use his e-mail. He was teased enough by Dawn, Willow, and Andrew about it. "Thank you," he gratefully said as he took his boxers from Wesley. He slipped them on and stretched his arms above his head, and a few bones popped. "Getting bloody old."
He followed his lover out into the living room and sat down on the couch. "I am a bit famished. How about I order some Chinese take away while you kick...boot...whatever with your computer," he said before reaching for the phone book. When he opened it, he chuckled when a Chinese menu fell out of the front cover. "Always prepared."
Picking up the cordless phone, he rang the restaurant and ordered the food. Once he'd rang off, he stood from the couch and picked up the bag, which held what they were going to research. He then sat back down and flipped through the papers, trying to see if he'd missed anything the first time.
"You are not old," Wesley told Rupert, shaking his head. He knew that he was in better shape that a lot of men around even Wesley's own age. Part and parcel of having to train a Slayer.
Heading out to the living room, he laughed when Rupert offered to call the Chinese takeaway while he did...whatever to the computer. "If I kick, I don't think Andrew would be very appreciative as then you'd never get your e-mail, love," he told him as he sat down at the table and powered the laptop up.
While he waited for the computer to cycle to the log-in screen, he watched as Rupert placed the call and made their order, remembering what he liked. He felt his heart ache a bit at that - even after so many years, he still remembered.
"I would imagine the Council is still using the same mail server names and addresses, even if the equipment had to be replaced when you rebuilt," he said as he opened up his mail client to set up a log-in for his lover. Looking over, he raised his eyebrow, watching as the other man started flipping through the papers they had brough back with them from the office. "Rupert, I need your e-mail ID and your password so we can download your mail."
When Wesley laughed, Giles grinned. It was something he hadn't heard a lot of since coming there. He knew times were tough on the lot of them but he missed hearing Wesley laugh. It was so simple, and almost child-like. Giles sometimes wondered if Roger had forbid Wesley to laugh as a child.
"Huh?" he finally asked as he looked up from the papers. "Oh, yes, right, my log-in name is r.giles and my password is..." He paused for a second and looked at his lover. "I'll have you know Xander was the one who set the account up for me and thought the password to be quite amusing, and if you laugh, I'll make sure you pay for it."
Giles cleared his throat, knowing he still had to give the ruddy password to Wesley. "It's gman69. Go ahead, laugh like a little schoolgirl," he said, waiting for Wesley's reaction. "And yes, I do know what '69' is and I'm quite good at it."
As Rupert told him his login name for the Council e-mail system, Wesley tapped it in then looked up, waiting for the password. He could see that his lover really apparently didn't want to give it to him, making him wonder what in the hell Xander had made it.
"It can't be that bad, love. I promise not to laugh," he said, sitting back a bit and waiting until finally, he told him.
Remembering Rupert's threat, he pursed his lips together and typed it in. As he did, he felt the laugh threatening to spill, so he bit down.
That worked until Rupert mentioned that he knew what 69 stood for and that he was quite good at it. "No complaints from me on that front," he managed to push out, having to swallow the laugh that bubbled up. He hit the retrieve button on the e-mail program and watched as it accessed, several messages downloading.
"Here. You want me to print out Andrew's message," he asked before hiding his face for a moment.
He could feel Rupert opening up with each successive finger and stroke until finally his lover told him he was ready. Looking down in his green eyes, Wesley felt his cock twitch in anticipation. He picked up the lotion again, this time lathering himself up. Then, he carefully pressed himself to Rupert's opening, entering him slowly until he was completely inside him, buried to the hilt.
"Oh, God," he moaned, closing his eyes as sensations washed over him, taking him back to the first time he had made love to Rupert this way so many years ago now. "You feel so amazing."
Grasping his hips, he began to thrust into him, keeping his strokes slow and steady, wanting to make this last as long as possible. It was almost overwhelming, though, being inside Rupert again.
"I don't know how long I'm going to last," he told him, his voice cracking slightly. "It's been so long."
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Holding him close, Giles buried his head against his lover's shoulder and started to thrust against him. He squeezed his eyes close as he felt himself tightening up already. No one could ever make him come like Wesley could. "So close, love..." he groaned as he pushed his head against the pillow.
A flash of white light exploded behind his eyes and Giles screamed out his lover's name as he came between them.
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Wesley wrapped his arms around him, feeling him pressing his hips up to him with each stroke, driving him deeper. He moaned, definitely knowing that he wasn't going to last long, not with the way Rupert felt, not with the way he was making him feel.
"I love you too, Rupert," he told him, kissing his neck just as Rupert came, clenching around him. Wesley groaned, pushing himself into him a couple of more times before the sensations coiling at the base of his spine suddenly radiated out, and his cock began twitching wildly, his release spilling inside his lover. "Oh, God, Rupert."
He wasn't sure how long the orgasm lasted, but when he opened his eyes again, he was practically collapsed on Rupert, his arms and legs trembling from the strain.
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He smiled when Wesley looked down at him. Reaching up, he ran his fingers over the other man's stubble and chuckled. "This has to be the best research I've done in ages," Giles whispered. It was then that his mobile phone started to ring and he growled in frustration.
"I should get that. It could be someone from the Council." He carefully nudged Wesley off him and got off the bed. After rooting around in his trousers, he pulled the mobile and answered it. It was Andrew, telling him that the board wanted his signature on some forms. Giles told his assistant to e-mail the papers to his address and he'd sign and fax them back.
Ending the call, Giles looked over at Wesley. "Yes, I have an e-mail address but I don't know how to access the bloody thing!"
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When Rupert nudged him, he moved back, feeling a bit of a loss when he slid out of him. Reaching for the tissues he kept by the bed, he wiped himself off, listening to the conversation his lover was having with someone named Andrew. Sounded as though he had just as much paperwork to deal with at the Council as he did at at Wolfram and Hart. He supposed that had nothing to do with "sides" and everything to do with bureacracy, which knew not of good and evil.
When Rupert mentioned an e-mail address to Andrew, Wesley's eyebrow arched up his forehead. He never thought he'd see the day where Rupert Giles actually had something so...technological. Apparently, he saw his expression, however, given his immediate reaction once he had rung off.
"Well, if you'd like, I'd be glad to help you," he said, tossing the tissues in the bin and then reaching over and running his hand up and down Rupert's arm. He got off the bed and picked up his boxers, slipping then on before giving the other man his. "My laptop's in the other room - we can set it up to check your mail. And I suppose we should get a bit more research done to take back to Fred tomorrow. We can even order something now if you're hungry after our last...session."
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He followed his lover out into the living room and sat down on the couch. "I am a bit famished. How about I order some Chinese take away while you kick...boot...whatever with your computer," he said before reaching for the phone book. When he opened it, he chuckled when a Chinese menu fell out of the front cover. "Always prepared."
Picking up the cordless phone, he rang the restaurant and ordered the food. Once he'd rang off, he stood from the couch and picked up the bag, which held what they were going to research. He then sat back down and flipped through the papers, trying to see if he'd missed anything the first time.
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Heading out to the living room, he laughed when Rupert offered to call the Chinese takeaway while he did...whatever to the computer. "If I kick, I don't think Andrew would be very appreciative as then you'd never get your e-mail, love," he told him as he sat down at the table and powered the laptop up.
While he waited for the computer to cycle to the log-in screen, he watched as Rupert placed the call and made their order, remembering what he liked. He felt his heart ache a bit at that - even after so many years, he still remembered.
"I would imagine the Council is still using the same mail server names and addresses, even if the equipment had to be replaced when you rebuilt," he said as he opened up his mail client to set up a log-in for his lover. Looking over, he raised his eyebrow, watching as the other man started flipping through the papers they had brough back with them from the office. "Rupert, I need your e-mail ID and your password so we can download your mail."
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"Huh?" he finally asked as he looked up from the papers. "Oh, yes, right, my log-in name is r.giles and my password is..." He paused for a second and looked at his lover. "I'll have you know Xander was the one who set the account up for me and thought the password to be quite amusing, and if you laugh, I'll make sure you pay for it."
Giles cleared his throat, knowing he still had to give the ruddy password to Wesley. "It's gman69. Go ahead, laugh like a little schoolgirl," he said, waiting for Wesley's reaction. "And yes, I do know what '69' is and I'm quite good at it."
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"It can't be that bad, love. I promise not to laugh," he said, sitting back a bit and waiting until finally, he told him.
Remembering Rupert's threat, he pursed his lips together and typed it in. As he did, he felt the laugh threatening to spill, so he bit down.
That worked until Rupert mentioned that he knew what 69 stood for and that he was quite good at it. "No complaints from me on that front," he managed to push out, having to swallow the laugh that bubbled up. He hit the retrieve button on the e-mail program and watched as it accessed, several messages downloading.
"Here. You want me to print out Andrew's message," he asked before hiding his face for a moment.
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