Welcome to the Daily Prompts challenge!
Today's prompt:Peculiar
Remember.. You may create/write anything from a drabble to an icon to a wallpaper to an epic tale of Giles and Xander's wonderful adventures on the Island of somethingorother. If it's not finished by the time tomorrow's prompt goes up, please wait until Sunday and/or October 31st to
(
Read more... )
Comments 22
Which he had. Xander was kind of an expert at that kind of thing nowadays. Giles liked it a lot. "So you didn't mean that I could drag you upstairs and fuck you through the mattress, then ( ... )
Reply
"Yeah, still, could," Xander muttered brokenly. They'd arrived at Giles' about an hour ago, and Xander had been hard since the moment they'd walked in and Giles had said "Would you like something to drink?" Something to drink meant staring at Giles' throat while he poured water down it, and wow, just the idea of it had Xander needing in seconds.
The way Giles was working his muscles, pushing back every time Xander went in, it wouldn't last very long.
"Come now, love," Giles whispered, giving a particularly hard shove, sending Xander deeper, muscles tighter than before. "Come for me."
Xander's eyes rolled in their sockets and he griped Giles' hips hard enough to leave bruises. Giles didn't complain. Spent, Xander collapsed on Giles' back. Giles did complain. "Shower first, cuddling later. Much, much later. Perhaps next winter ( ... )
Reply
Thanks, Sofy!
S.
Reply
Reply
That’s when it happened. He didn’t even bother to consult his watch anymore. For the past two months, it came upon him, like some sort of virus.
Shallowness of breath. Check. Accelerated heartbeat. Check. Hollow in the pit of his stomach. Check. The way his bones felt disconnected. Check.
For twenty-six minutes, the symptoms would drive themselves to the point where he could barely stand it. He always locked the door when they started, certain that if someone saw him, they would want to rush him over to the medical clinic immediately.
He knew that the cure was to wait it out. To wait those twenty-six minutes for the one thing that he looked forward to every week.
Giles’ voice on the other end of the phone saying, “Hello, Xander.”
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment