If the Phone Does Ring, You'll Know It's Bad News, Giles/Xander, Chapter 6 of 6
This is late, but it's still July 31 somewhere.
Written for Summer_Of_Giles
Giles/Xander
1800 words
This chapter is rated FRM.
I'm just borrowing them. Joss owns them.
Giles stood in the middle of his bedroom, wearing his pajamas. “I frequently talk to myself,” he muttered. “There’s no reason this should seem anymore ridiculous.”
He cleared his throat and said, “XANDER.”
“Whoa,” Xander said. “Watch the volume. I don’t know if a ghost can go deaf, but I’d rather not do the experiment, okay?’
“BUFFY BELIEVES YOU MAY BE ABLE TO HEAR ME, AND RESPOND THROUGH MY DREAMS.”
There was a knock on the door and then Buffy’s voice said, “They can probably hear you in the next block, Giles. Keep it down.”
Giles walked to the door and opened it. “I thought you’d gone to bed,” he said.
“Are you kidding?” Buffy asked. “And fight for the shower in the morning? So not happening. I’m washing my hair tonight, so I can use up all the hot water 100 percent guilt-free. Anyway, I don’t think spirits are hearing impaired. Try using your indoor voice.”
She waved, and headed off for her shower.
Giles closed the door and tried again.
“Xander, if you can hear me-”
“Loud and clear,” Xander said.
“If you can hear me, I want you to know that we will save you. I couldn’t live with myself if we don’t.”
“No,” Xander said. “You’ll live. You have to live.”
“I, er, I love you.” Giles said. “If you can hear me, you likely already heard me say that.”
“Yeah, I did,” Xander said. “It doesn’t exactly seem real to me, though. Maybe you better say it a few more times.”
“I imagine you knew how I felt before I did,” Giles said. “I imagine that’s why you stopped calling. That may have been wise. I believe it was those phone calls that made me fall in love with you. Almost all of my time is spent trying to remake the council from a organization that exploits slayers to an organization that is actually useful to them. Some days it seems as if I’m pulling an ocean liner up a small stream, being bitten by a thousand little fishes along the way.”
“Yeah, a lot of the old guard look piranhas, too,” Xander said. "It's something about their teeth."
“But for one or two golden hours a week, I wasn’t the Head of a hide-bound and uncoopertive Council. I was just Giles, Xander’s friend, listening to you tell stories that made me laugh.”
“I love your laugh,” Xander said. “And I kind of kept score. A regular laugh is 1 point, but I get 5 points if the laugh lasts more than 2 seconds, and 10 points for a giggle. I got 73 points - a personal best - when I told you about my first patrol in Morocco.”
“You could take an experience that could have been both mortifying and deadly - like dropping your stake repeatedly while fighting with a group of watchers and slayers you wished to impress - and turn it into in high comedy.” Giles said. “I’m not sure I’ll ever here the word ‘Marrakesh’ again without wanting to laugh.”
“What a coincidence,” Xander said with a grin. “There are people in Marrakesh who will never hear the word ‘Xander’ again without wanting to laugh. Or maybe cry.”
“At any rate, what I wanted to say was, I miss those calls. Once you’re back to being your old self, perhaps we could carry on as before,” Giles said. “I promise never to utter a word that might make you uncomfortable.”
“No way are we carrying on as before, Giles,” Xander said waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “We are carrying on way differently. And I promise to say many, many words that will make you very uncomfortable, in an all-hot-and-bothered kind of way.”
Giles looked uncertainly around the room, then turned out the light and got into bed. “Good-night, Xander,” he said.
Xander lay down on the bed, propping his head up on one hand so he could watch Giles. “You’re exhausted. I should really let you rest,” Xander said. “On the other hand, you’ll sleep a lot sounder after I’m through with you.”
Xander waited until Giles began to snore.
“Look, Giles, before we get to the main event, I just want to say this isn’t your fault. It’s the fault of whoever cast the spell. And we’ve both been such idiots, that if they hadn’t cast it, I’d still be sulking in Nairobi and you’d still be trying to get over me. But now, I know you love me. And I, uh, I love you, too. So maybe, in a truly bizarre and totally unintentional way, whoever cast the spell did us a favor. Not that Buffy shouldn’t beat them until they swear to stick me back in my body.
“You said you couldn’t live with yourself, and probably that was just, like, a figure of speech, and I shouldn’t be thinking about it along with the story of the watchers who offed themselves. But Giles, if I can’t get back in my body, that’s okay. I’ll wait for you. And I want to wait a really, really long time. Like, until you’re 104, okay? Because the slayers need you. Once you do die, we'll have our whole deaths ahead of us, you know, and we can spend it together."
Xander frowned at Giles, who was still snoring softly. “I wish I could tell whether you heard any of that.”
He watched Giles for another minute. “You’re not really giving me any clues here, Giles. Let’s say we assume you heard that, and move on to the main event.
Xander shifted a little closer to Giles and leaned over to speak softly into his ear.
“Giles, as soon as I get back in my body, we’re going to be lovers. And the first time we make love, we will both be awake and alert and horny as hell. But someday, after we’ve been lovers for a while, I’ll come home very late when you’re not expecting me. Maybe I’ve been traveling, and decided to pushed through without stopping to get home earlier. Because you know, Giles, whenever I’m away, I’ll be counting the hours until I’m back with you.
“And you, Giles, when we’re lovers you’ll have to stop wearing these oh-so-civilized striped pajamas. I’ll want you naked in my arms every night. Even when I’m away, I’ll want to be able to think of you naked in your bed - in our bed.
“So one day I’ll come home unexpected, and I’ll be so quiet coming in and climbing up the stairs that you won’t even notice. And I’ll sneak into our bedroom, and there you’ll be fast asleep, your naked body covered only by a thin sheet, lit by moonlight from the bedroom window.”
Giles moaned in his sleep.
“Oh, you like that,” Xander said. “You like that I’m about to have my way with you.”
Giles moaned again.
“Seeing you lying there, knowing you’re mine, I’ll want to touch you, to kiss you, to taste you too much to wait. I’ll shuck off my shoes, unbuckle my belt and tug it loose. I’ll say your name softly, just loud enough to nudge you awake and I’ll pull the sheet off the bed, revealing you, naked and sexy in the moonlight. Your eyes will open, and you’ll smile at me, but before you can say anything, I’ll be kissing you. Kissing you hard, and long and deep. And Giles, believe me, I know how to kiss.
“At Sunnydale High, when Buffy and Willow were wasting their time going to class, I was in the janitor’s closet getting one-on-one tutoring in advanced tonsil hockey. And later, when Buffy and Willow were wasting their time at college, I was in my basement doing an intensive course with a woman who’d been practicing cross-cultural kissing for more than a thousand years. I can do things with my tongue that will curl your toes, Giles,” Xander said. “And that’s while I’m kissing your mouth.
“But soon I’ll begin to move lower, finding that special spot on your neck, sucking on it just to hear you moan. Should I give you a hickey, Giles? Something to mark you as mine? Something that will remind you of me every time you look in a mirror? Yes. I’ll kiss and lick and suck your neck until it drives you wild. Until I know I’ve left my mark. Because I’m territorial, Big Guy. Nothing turns me on like knowing that you’re mine.
"Then I’ll move on to your chest, your broad, manly, hairy chest. Are your nipples sensitive, Giles? Will it make you moan and beg for more when I tease them slowly with my tongue?”
Giles groaned aloud and his pelvis spasmed.
“Good,” Xander said. “Sensitive nipples, I like that. One day I’ll see if I can make you come, just by teasing those sensitive nipples. But not this time. This time, I'll rub them with my hands and suck them with my mouth, but then I'll move lower. Nothing can distract me from the intense, driving need I have to feel your cock in my mouth."
Giles shifted restlessly in his sleep and his breathing changed.
"So I’ll kiss and lick my way across your chest, down your stomach, past your navel, and finally, finally I’ll reach your cock, hard and swollen, a drop or two of cum leaking from its tip. I’ll look up and stare into your eyes as I slowly lick my lips in anticipation."
Giles’ pelvis spasmed again, and he shifted restlessly in his sleep.
“I’ll lift up your cock, Giles, holding it so you can see my tongue as I slowly lick the tip of your dick, circling it again and again. Then, just when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll take you deep into my mouth, running my tongue along the length of it, while I find a rhythm, drawing you in and pulling away. Slowly at first and then faster and faster, bringing your cock in deeper and deeper.”
Giles’ mouth fell open and he began to breath in rapid shallow breaths.
“But you won’t be the only one enjoying this, Giles. My cock will be harder than it’s ever been before. I’ll feel my own balls tighten, and I’ll use one hand to pump myself, matching my rhythm to the rhythm of your cock thrusting hard and deep into my mouth. I’ll know that all I need to tip me over the edge, all I need to pull me into orgasm is the feel of climax over taking your body, the taste of your hot cum spilling into my mouth.
“You want to come, don’t you, Giles? You want me to make you come,”
“Yes,” Giles murmured in his sleep.
“Come for me, Giles.” Xander said, “Come for me, lover. You know you want to.”
“YES,” Giles said, never waking even as his body shook with orgasm.
Xander lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. "Oh. My. God. We have so got to do this again when I have a body, and you're awake."
Buffy was walking back to her room from the shower when she heard Giles’ voice saying "YES." She sighed and shook her head.
“Poor Giles. He’s going to be dreaming about Twinkies all night.”
-end-
There will be another story in this series that picks up from here (well, from the next day).
This is the first time I've written a rating above FRT. Con crit gratefully accepted.
Written for Summer_Of_Giles
Giles/Xander
1800 words
This chapter is rated FRM.
I'm just borrowing them. Joss owns them.
Giles stood in the middle of his bedroom, wearing his pajamas. “I frequently talk to myself,” he muttered. “There’s no reason this should seem anymore ridiculous.”
He cleared his throat and said, “XANDER.”
“Whoa,” Xander said. “Watch the volume. I don’t know if a ghost can go deaf, but I’d rather not do the experiment, okay?’
“BUFFY BELIEVES YOU MAY BE ABLE TO HEAR ME, AND RESPOND THROUGH MY DREAMS.”
There was a knock on the door and then Buffy’s voice said, “They can probably hear you in the next block, Giles. Keep it down.”
Giles walked to the door and opened it. “I thought you’d gone to bed,” he said.
“Are you kidding?” Buffy asked. “And fight for the shower in the morning? So not happening. I’m washing my hair tonight, so I can use up all the hot water 100 percent guilt-free. Anyway, I don’t think spirits are hearing impaired. Try using your indoor voice.”
She waved, and headed off for her shower.
Giles closed the door and tried again.
“Xander, if you can hear me-”
“Loud and clear,” Xander said.
“If you can hear me, I want you to know that we will save you. I couldn’t live with myself if we don’t.”
“No,” Xander said. “You’ll live. You have to live.”
“I, er, I love you.” Giles said. “If you can hear me, you likely already heard me say that.”
“Yeah, I did,” Xander said. “It doesn’t exactly seem real to me, though. Maybe you better say it a few more times.”
“I imagine you knew how I felt before I did,” Giles said. “I imagine that’s why you stopped calling. That may have been wise. I believe it was those phone calls that made me fall in love with you. Almost all of my time is spent trying to remake the council from a organization that exploits slayers to an organization that is actually useful to them. Some days it seems as if I’m pulling an ocean liner up a small stream, being bitten by a thousand little fishes along the way.”
“Yeah, a lot of the old guard look piranhas, too,” Xander said. "It's something about their teeth."
“But for one or two golden hours a week, I wasn’t the Head of a hide-bound and uncoopertive Council. I was just Giles, Xander’s friend, listening to you tell stories that made me laugh.”
“I love your laugh,” Xander said. “And I kind of kept score. A regular laugh is 1 point, but I get 5 points if the laugh lasts more than 2 seconds, and 10 points for a giggle. I got 73 points - a personal best - when I told you about my first patrol in Morocco.”
“You could take an experience that could have been both mortifying and deadly - like dropping your stake repeatedly while fighting with a group of watchers and slayers you wished to impress - and turn it into in high comedy.” Giles said. “I’m not sure I’ll ever here the word ‘Marrakesh’ again without wanting to laugh.”
“What a coincidence,” Xander said with a grin. “There are people in Marrakesh who will never hear the word ‘Xander’ again without wanting to laugh. Or maybe cry.”
“At any rate, what I wanted to say was, I miss those calls. Once you’re back to being your old self, perhaps we could carry on as before,” Giles said. “I promise never to utter a word that might make you uncomfortable.”
“No way are we carrying on as before, Giles,” Xander said waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “We are carrying on way differently. And I promise to say many, many words that will make you very uncomfortable, in an all-hot-and-bothered kind of way.”
Giles looked uncertainly around the room, then turned out the light and got into bed. “Good-night, Xander,” he said.
Xander lay down on the bed, propping his head up on one hand so he could watch Giles. “You’re exhausted. I should really let you rest,” Xander said. “On the other hand, you’ll sleep a lot sounder after I’m through with you.”
Xander waited until Giles began to snore.
“Look, Giles, before we get to the main event, I just want to say this isn’t your fault. It’s the fault of whoever cast the spell. And we’ve both been such idiots, that if they hadn’t cast it, I’d still be sulking in Nairobi and you’d still be trying to get over me. But now, I know you love me. And I, uh, I love you, too. So maybe, in a truly bizarre and totally unintentional way, whoever cast the spell did us a favor. Not that Buffy shouldn’t beat them until they swear to stick me back in my body.
“You said you couldn’t live with yourself, and probably that was just, like, a figure of speech, and I shouldn’t be thinking about it along with the story of the watchers who offed themselves. But Giles, if I can’t get back in my body, that’s okay. I’ll wait for you. And I want to wait a really, really long time. Like, until you’re 104, okay? Because the slayers need you. Once you do die, we'll have our whole deaths ahead of us, you know, and we can spend it together."
Xander frowned at Giles, who was still snoring softly. “I wish I could tell whether you heard any of that.”
He watched Giles for another minute. “You’re not really giving me any clues here, Giles. Let’s say we assume you heard that, and move on to the main event.
Xander shifted a little closer to Giles and leaned over to speak softly into his ear.
“Giles, as soon as I get back in my body, we’re going to be lovers. And the first time we make love, we will both be awake and alert and horny as hell. But someday, after we’ve been lovers for a while, I’ll come home very late when you’re not expecting me. Maybe I’ve been traveling, and decided to pushed through without stopping to get home earlier. Because you know, Giles, whenever I’m away, I’ll be counting the hours until I’m back with you.
“And you, Giles, when we’re lovers you’ll have to stop wearing these oh-so-civilized striped pajamas. I’ll want you naked in my arms every night. Even when I’m away, I’ll want to be able to think of you naked in your bed - in our bed.
“So one day I’ll come home unexpected, and I’ll be so quiet coming in and climbing up the stairs that you won’t even notice. And I’ll sneak into our bedroom, and there you’ll be fast asleep, your naked body covered only by a thin sheet, lit by moonlight from the bedroom window.”
Giles moaned in his sleep.
“Oh, you like that,” Xander said. “You like that I’m about to have my way with you.”
Giles moaned again.
“Seeing you lying there, knowing you’re mine, I’ll want to touch you, to kiss you, to taste you too much to wait. I’ll shuck off my shoes, unbuckle my belt and tug it loose. I’ll say your name softly, just loud enough to nudge you awake and I’ll pull the sheet off the bed, revealing you, naked and sexy in the moonlight. Your eyes will open, and you’ll smile at me, but before you can say anything, I’ll be kissing you. Kissing you hard, and long and deep. And Giles, believe me, I know how to kiss.
“At Sunnydale High, when Buffy and Willow were wasting their time going to class, I was in the janitor’s closet getting one-on-one tutoring in advanced tonsil hockey. And later, when Buffy and Willow were wasting their time at college, I was in my basement doing an intensive course with a woman who’d been practicing cross-cultural kissing for more than a thousand years. I can do things with my tongue that will curl your toes, Giles,” Xander said. “And that’s while I’m kissing your mouth.
“But soon I’ll begin to move lower, finding that special spot on your neck, sucking on it just to hear you moan. Should I give you a hickey, Giles? Something to mark you as mine? Something that will remind you of me every time you look in a mirror? Yes. I’ll kiss and lick and suck your neck until it drives you wild. Until I know I’ve left my mark. Because I’m territorial, Big Guy. Nothing turns me on like knowing that you’re mine.
"Then I’ll move on to your chest, your broad, manly, hairy chest. Are your nipples sensitive, Giles? Will it make you moan and beg for more when I tease them slowly with my tongue?”
Giles groaned aloud and his pelvis spasmed.
“Good,” Xander said. “Sensitive nipples, I like that. One day I’ll see if I can make you come, just by teasing those sensitive nipples. But not this time. This time, I'll rub them with my hands and suck them with my mouth, but then I'll move lower. Nothing can distract me from the intense, driving need I have to feel your cock in my mouth."
Giles shifted restlessly in his sleep and his breathing changed.
"So I’ll kiss and lick my way across your chest, down your stomach, past your navel, and finally, finally I’ll reach your cock, hard and swollen, a drop or two of cum leaking from its tip. I’ll look up and stare into your eyes as I slowly lick my lips in anticipation."
Giles’ pelvis spasmed again, and he shifted restlessly in his sleep.
“I’ll lift up your cock, Giles, holding it so you can see my tongue as I slowly lick the tip of your dick, circling it again and again. Then, just when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll take you deep into my mouth, running my tongue along the length of it, while I find a rhythm, drawing you in and pulling away. Slowly at first and then faster and faster, bringing your cock in deeper and deeper.”
Giles’ mouth fell open and he began to breath in rapid shallow breaths.
“But you won’t be the only one enjoying this, Giles. My cock will be harder than it’s ever been before. I’ll feel my own balls tighten, and I’ll use one hand to pump myself, matching my rhythm to the rhythm of your cock thrusting hard and deep into my mouth. I’ll know that all I need to tip me over the edge, all I need to pull me into orgasm is the feel of climax over taking your body, the taste of your hot cum spilling into my mouth.
“You want to come, don’t you, Giles? You want me to make you come,”
“Yes,” Giles murmured in his sleep.
“Come for me, Giles.” Xander said, “Come for me, lover. You know you want to.”
“YES,” Giles said, never waking even as his body shook with orgasm.
Xander lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. "Oh. My. God. We have so got to do this again when I have a body, and you're awake."
Buffy was walking back to her room from the shower when she heard Giles’ voice saying "YES." She sighed and shook her head.
“Poor Giles. He’s going to be dreaming about Twinkies all night.”
-end-
There will be another story in this series that picks up from here (well, from the next day).
This is the first time I've written a rating above FRT. Con crit gratefully accepted.