TITLE: Lessons (1/1)
Author: Jae Kayelle
e-mail: bcunningham@sk.sympatico.ca
Spoilers: none
Summary: Xander wants to know _more_.
Rating: NC-17
Content: slash, m/m sexual situations abound.
Distribution: Ask first, thanks.
Disclaimer: All Buffy Things and People belong to Joss.
Just borrowing them. Thanks Joss.
NOTE: This is a sequel to Settling a Bet and my first real
attempt at slash.
Dedication: To Ann, for beta-reading and for being such a good audience.
The knock at his door sounded especially loud as it woke
Giles from the depths of sleep. Squinting at the clock he
noted it was 1:36 a.m. and remembered how he'd actually made
it home shortly after midnight for a change. He'd gone
directly to bed too tired to do more than strip to his
underwear and crawl under the covers. Now the insistent
banging of the metal knocker against the solid oak of his
door was impossible to ignore. With a groan that turned
into a growled curse low in his throat, he fumbled for his
glasses on the nightstand and went downstairs, pulling on
his robe as he went to find out what was the urgency. It
could be Buffy in trouble.
A quick peek through the lookout grate showed him Xander
standing on his front step. Giles opened the door and the
young man greeted him with a nervous smile.
"Hey. G-ma...uh, Giles."
"What's wrong?" Giles asked.
"Can I come in?" Giles gestured and shut the door once
Xander was inside. The younger man moved into the
livingroom and stood there, obviously ill-at-ease.
Giles stared at him for a moment waiting for some indication
of the reason for the visit. Finally he repeated the
question. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. What makes you think something's wrong?" Xander
smiled too brightly, still nervous.
Running a hand through hair mussed from sleep Giles said,
"You show up here in the middle of the night and you're
going to wear a hole in your trouser leg if you keep doing
what you're doing."
Xander looked down and saw that he was worrying a worn spot
through the inseam of his jeans. He jerked his hand away
then wiped both palms on his shirt.
Giles noticed this and realized whatever the problem was it
wasn't an emergency and probably had nothing to do with the
Hellmouth.
"Sit down." He directed Xander to the couch and sat in a
nearby armchair.
"What's bothering you?"
Sitting with elbows on his knees, Xander had his head down
and his fingers over his mouth. His reply came out muffled.
"What? I didn't hear what you said."
Xander lifted his head.
"You. I said you're the problem. You're...my...problem."
Giles tried to rally his tired brain long enough to think of
what he could have done to upset the boy. He couldn't come
up with...
"Oh."
"Yeah." Xander was watching him and saw comprehension come
to light.
"This is about the other day in the Library when..." Giles
trailed off.
"When you kissed me," Xander finished in a barely audible
voice.
Giles shifted uncomfortably. It was his turn to fiddle with
his clothing. He ran the sash of his robe through his
fingers while he tried to think of what to say.
"Xander, I was only trying to teach you a lesson.
Obviously, my methods were not well thought out. I was
angered by your foolish observations about the devil and
me...and the rest."
Xander nodded that exaggerated head-bob of his.
"Yeah. I know why you did it. Let's forget about all of
that, okay? I just...I'm here..." He paused then went on
in a rush. "I came here because I haven't been able to stop
thinking about it."
Giles thought Xander had been unusually quiet the past
couple of days but they'd all been busy dealing with the
latest and, thankfully minor, threat to Sunnydale.
"I liked it when you...kissed me. It was different than
kissing Cordy. Not that there's anything wrong with kissing
Cordy. I like kissing Cordy. I mean, just look at her!
She's gorgeous! But with you...it was different."
"And?" Giles prompted, trying to understand.
"And? And I think...I'm attracted to you. And I think I
want more."
"You want me to kiss you again?" Giles asked carefully.
"No. I mean yes but...more. I want you to make love to
me."
Giles mouth went dry. What the bloody hell had he started
with the boy? He got up and went to the kitchen for a drink
of water and to give himself time to think. Watching the
water run for a moment he struggled to come up with answers.
Filling a glass full he drank it down in one gulp. He
turned around to find Xander right behind him, not quite in
his space but awfully close.
"Um, Xander, perhaps you're confused about...about your
sexuality but I don't think..."
"I'm not confused about that. I like girls. Really.
Please, Giles. I know this is asking a lot but I've never
done it...never had sex before."
"Surely you and Cordelia..."
"No. Cordy won't go all the way. Actually, she won't go
much past the kissing stage. She keeps saying she wants a
partner who knows what he's doing. You know Cordy. Mixed
signals all the time." He mustered up a tiny smile.
Giles stared at him. What foolhardy courage had it taken
him to come here and ask this?
"You do know it's different between a man and a woman than
between two men?"
"Of course I know that. I took Health class." Xander was
affronted then realized how it must sound to Giles. "Oh. I
get it. No. It's just that you were so patient with me the
other day and, well, there's no one else I can ask."
Shaking his head, Giles suddenly saw the humour in the
situation. Most teenage boys would go to their father or
teacher or some parental figure to ask about the birds and
the bees. Xander had to be different and ask another male
to make love to him so that he could garner the experience
his girlfriend wanted from him. There was a certain
convoluted logic in there somewhere considering it was
Xander with whom he was dealing.
"If you're going to laugh at me I'll leave now." Xander
stood up.
"Wait. I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you. It just
sounds a little strange to me that you would want me to show
you how to make love so you can sleep with Cordelia."
Giles tilted his head and looked at the younger man hoping
he'd get it.
A smile slowly appeared on Xander's mouth.
"Yeah. Funny. And pathetic. That's me."
Giles stood up also. "Xander..."
Xander surprised him when he suddenly moved forward and
kissed him on the lips. Not more than a quick peck at first
then Xander grasped Giles by the shoulders and kissed him
harder, just as quickly releasing him.
Trying to regain the breath stolen from him, Giles said, "Is
this about learning to make love or about losing your
virginity?"
"Both."
"Xander, I..."
"Giles, you do know about making love to a man. Right?"
For some reason that question conjured up a fierce blush on
the teenager's cheeks where their previous discussion had
failed to cause more than a slight reddening of the tips of
his ears. "I mean, otherwise, why did you kiss me the other
day? Oh. God. It was just an impulse. God, why did I
assume you would know about making love to a man? Oh,
Giles. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thought...I mean, I
didn't think... Oh, God..."
The kid could go on rambling incoherently forever, making
himself feel worse and worse. Cursing that impulsive urge
that sometimes got him into trouble and had, indeed, done so
this time, Giles reached out and yanked Xander up against
his chest, wrapping his arms around the slighter frame and
engulfing those full lips in a blistering kiss. He waited
until Xander relaxed his stiff posture before he deepened
the kiss and forced his tongue inside the other's mouth.
Sweeping all the way around he sucked Xander's tongue into
his own mouth and held on. When he finally eased off Xander
swayed slightly and had to hang on to Giles' arms to stay
upright.
Giles was reluctant to let him go finding himself
unaccountably aroused.
"Let's go upstairs where we'll be more comfortable." He met
Xander's eyes and saw curiosity alight there.
Xander nodded. "'Kay." And he followed Giles to the
stairs.
Giles made no other move towards him, letting him follow at
his own pace.
When they reached the bedroom, Xander hesitated in the
doorway. Giles had gone to place his glasses on the
nightstand, turning back he saw apprehension flitting across
Xander's face. He took a few steps towards him, held out a
hand and, when it was grasped, he pulled the boy into the
room.
"One more time, Xander. Why do you want to do this?"
"Cordy wants me broken in."
"She said that?"
"Yeah. She doesn't want me all shy and nervous and
bumbling. She wants me to be able to at least look like I
know what I'm doing."
"Doesn't ask for much does she?"
Xander actually laughed at that. "No."
Giles' hands moved up underneath Xander's baggy shirt. He
wore a t-shirt under that so Giles raised the bottom of the
shirt and pulled it off over his head. While he was working
on the t-shirt, Xander's fingers picked at the knot in the
sash holding Giles' robe closed. Giles made short work of
Xander's tee and dropped his hands to the boy's waist
leaning in for a gentle kiss. Feeling his robe fall open he
shrugged it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Xander eyed the lean muscles of the man in his arms.
Giles held his breath. This was where they either went on
or stopped. If Xander realized that he wasn't actually
attracted to men -- to him -- he wouldn't go any further.
Not without a lot of prompting. Giles had faith in his
ability to arouse Xander, to drive him wild with passion,
but if Xander wasn't so inclined this would not go any
further.
Large brown eyes lifted and looked at him through long
lashes, then he placed the flat of his palm against Giles'
chest, over his heart. He left it there for a moment then
ran it upwards to the shoulder and then into Giles' hair
spreading his fingers to cup the back of Giles' skull.
Taking that as a yes, Giles gathered him into his arms and
kissed him again, fiercely, possessively. He backed toward
the bed and they sank onto it still locked together at the
lips.
They lay on their sides facing each other. The Watcher's
nimble fingers undid the fastener of Xander's jeans and
began to tug the zipper down. Xander put his hand on top,
purely out of reflex. No doubt he'd never had anybody's
hand in that region besides his own. He jerked his head
back, his whole body suddenly rigid. Giles looked into his
eyes and saw panic.
He lifted his hand to caress Xander's face.
"It's okay. We can stop."
Xander drew in a ragged breath.
"No. I just... I don't want to stop. Please?"
Admiring the boy's bravery Giles smiled encouragingly.
"Good. Otherwise we'd both have to take cold showers." He
glanced down at the bulge in Xander's jeans. His own
erection was tenting the front of his boxer shorts.
Xander followed his gaze and laughed shortly. It was enough
to get him to begin to relax again.
Giles returned his hand to the zipper. This time he got it
all the way down without interference. He reached inside,
found Xander's hot flesh and stroked it slowly. Xander
arched his back.
"Ohh, God. This is so strange..."
Giles removed his hand and leaned closer, softly kissing the
warm skin of Xander's neck. "But do you like it?" he
whispered, his mouth close to Xander's ear.
"Yeah," he gulped. "Like it. Lots."
Taking his time, the Watcher continued to trail slow, hot
kisses down Xander's neck and along the collarbone. The boy
was perspiring, his skin glistening with a thin sheen.
Giles tasted it on his lips then swept his tongue across
Xander's chest, once, twice, by the third time the young man
was squirming, his eyes tightly shut.
Reaching out blindly, Xander found Giles' upper arms and
pulled him closer, maneuvering until he could attach his
mouth to the other man's, doing the one thing he knew how to
do.
And he did it well in Giles' opinion, savouring the
eagerness, the way Xander pressed against him and shoved his
fingers into his hair, holding him captive.
Giles let it go on, content to let Xander set the pace for
the moment, to allow him to feel completely comfortable.
Finally, Giles took back control. Rising to his knees, he
pressed Xander onto his back and proceeded to pull the jeans
down past his rump, knees, his calves, stopping at his feet.
"What's this?" he laughed, surprised. "You didn't take your
shoes off?"
Leaning on his elbows, Xander replied somewhat defensively,
"You didn't give me a chance."
Giles grinned. "Guess I didn't, did I?" He quickly removed
the runners and socks, tossing them to the floor, then
leaned in for a quick kiss before he finished pulling the
jeans off. He kissed him again, hard, trying to distract
Xander from his next move. Swiftly, before the boy realized
what he was doing, he pulled Xander's Fruit of the Looms
briefs down his legs and right off. Then he removed his own
shorts and laid down beside him again, positioning himself
against the long thighs and torso, gathering the young man
into his arms while he covered his face with heated kisses.
Xander was breathless by the time Giles rolled over, urging
him to follow.
"My turn."
"What -- what do you want me to do?" Xander lay half on top
of him, a little apprehensive.
"Let your instincts take over."
"I...I can't."
"Yes you can. Start with whatever you feel comfortable
doing. I'll let you know if I don't like it. Go on."
Giles purposely lay passively, watching through half shut
eyes, his arms spread against the comforter.
Xander licked his lips then bent his head and kissed Giles.
The kiss was tentative at first, as if knowing what was to
follow made him uncertain in his one area of expertise.
When Giles did nothing except respond to the kiss Xander
grew bolder and kissed the Watcher's neck and then further
down. When he started sucking on one of Giles' nipples,
causing him to shift restlessly under him, eyes completely
shut, Xander began to experiment.
He rubbed his hands over Giles' chest and stomach, down
Giles' sides stopping at his hips.
Giles' eyes fluttered open. He took Xander's hands and held
them against his own skin, pressing them close as he drew
them under his hips to cup his ass, gripping his fingers so
that they gently squeezed him. Xander repeated the movement
then ran his hands up and down Giles's sides, over and under
his hips. While he was so occupied, Giles moved his own
hands across Xander's body, coming to rest between the
thighs, letting his fingers rest in the hair there at the
base of the younger man's erection.
Xander flinched.
"Easy, luv."
Suddenly shy, Xander said, "I'm not...I don't think..."
"It's all right. Let me show you. Lie back."
This time he found it difficult to go slowly, impatient to
do something about his growing need. But he wanted to make
sure that Xander didn't get scared off so he quelled his
haste as best he could.
He took Xander's cock in his hand, closing his fist around
it and began to stroke up and down, slowly, rhythmically.
Xander's head was flung back, a low groan rumbling in his
chest.
"God, Giles!"
"Shh. Let me make you feel good."
"Al-ready -- good!"
Gripping him tightly, preventing him from reaching a climax,
Giles replaced his hands with his mouth, drawing Xander deep
into his throat, sucking hard until the younger man let
loose with a scream and shot his seed. Giles swallowed as
much as he could but Xander had a lot of desire pent up and
kept coming and coming. Giles released him, pulling his
head away. Xander's cum sprayed his face and chest. Giles
fell back against the covers of the bed, one outflung hand
resting against Xander's heaving side.
After a moment he got up and went to the bathroom to clean
up. He returned with a damp towel and rubbed it over
Xander's body, wiping him off. Tossing it aside he perched
on the bed and drifted his fingers along Xander's leg.
"Wow," was Xander's only comment.
Giles smiled at him. "Your, uh, enthusiasm surprised me."
In answer, Xander stroked his arm. "You still need to..."
His eyes settled on Giles' untended arousal.
It was painful and throbbing but he said, "It's all right.
I can take care of it." He wanted nothing better than to
bring himself off but the whole point of this night was to
teach Xander.
Xander sat up. "Let me."
"Are you sure?"
"I want to try."
Lying back, Giles told him, "It won't take much at this
point."
"I can help," Xander insisted and leaned over to deposit wet
kisses on Giles' chest moving down to his abdomen. When he
got lower, his hot breath tickling Giles' skin, the Watcher
shifted involuntarily.
He was close. So close. He craved Xander's hot mouth on
his cock. Reaching up he grabbed a double handful of hair
and brought the boy's face closer to where he wanted it,
needed it.
The blissful sensation of a strong tongue running up the
underside of his shaft took him over the edge. He moaned
deep and low then cried out as he reached orgasm. When he
opened his eyes, Xander was wiping at the cum that covered
the lower part of his face and neck. The boy dipped a
finger in the sticky substance and, bringing it to his
mouth, tasted it. He smiled at his teacher.
"You came too fast for me."
"I did warn you."
Xander just grinned at him and reached for the discarded
towel to clean himself off.
Giles stifled a yawn. He got up and flung the covers back
starting to slide under them.
"You could stay if you want. But your parents might get
upset when they find you're not home."
"They won't notice. I can always tell them I was at
Willow's studying."
"Well, part of that would be close to the truth." Giles
patted the bed next to him. "Get in."
Once Xander was in bed beside him Giles drew him closer and
rested his head on his lover's shoulder.
Yawning widely, Giles said, "Now you can show Cordelia a
thing or two. Just remember to use a condom...we should
have..." He fell into the first fulfilling sleep he'd had
in ages.
Xander snugged himself up tight against Giles' side and was
fast asleep within seconds. The dreams he had that night
were filled with kindness and patience and a whole lot of
sex.
~end~