Title: Shower

  Author: meagan <nutmeg@serv.net>

  Summary: Giles, Riley, and Ethan went bowling. Riley got sweaty. He takes a shower with a little help from his... um, friend. G/R, not G/R/E.

  Distribution: Please ask. If nothing else, it will eventually end upon my page -- http://www.oocities.org/meaganola

  Spoiler: Sort of "A New Man," but not really. And Ethan's in here, but he and Giles are not enemies.

  Rating: NC-17.

  Disclaimer: Of *course* they belong to someone else. If they were mine, things would be different. Specifically, they belong to Mutant Enemy, Fox, WB, and anyone else I forgot.

  Notes: Originally posted 11 February 2000. This was actually a dream I had a couple of mornings before. Yes, I have dreams like this. Aren't you jealous? Okay, so they're not very frequent, but they do happen from time to time. There are some details in here that probably don't make a hell of a lot of sense (a locker room in a bowling alley?). Oh, well. They were in the dream, so they're in here. Stuff that *does* make sense is probably stuff I added to make this more story-ish. The apricot-smelling stuff is from Burt's Bees, available at Longs Drugs (at least the ones near me), among other places. It's wonderful stuff. Their lip balm is fantastic and addictive, too. It's minty!

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  Bowling. Of all the leisure-time activities they could have chosen, he had to suggest *bowling*. What on earth had made him pick *that*? Oh, yeah, his theory about a relaxed setting helping him get to know Buffy's semi-former Watcher. All he had really learned was that the man had a fierce competitive streak that was normally kept well-hidden but that had decided to come out to play this particular evening. And that he had a very... *interesting* old friend. Sighing, he picked up his bag. "I need a shower."

  Giles turned to Riley, surprised at the statement. "A shower? Here? Since when do they have showers in a bowling alley? And since when do you need a shower after *bowling*?"

  "They have them here." Riley pointed to a map on the wall, pointing out the location of the showers. "And bowling makes me sweat. So I'm going there now."

  Giles turned to Ethan, jerking his head in Riley's direction. "I think I need a shower, too."

  Ethan's response was a smirk. "I bet you do."

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When the older pair reached the locker room, Riley was already bathing. His bag sat on the floor, all but *ordering* someone of the shady-past persuasion to rifle through it and extract the glass bottle of baby oil tucked inside. "Aren't you afraid he'll smell like an infant when you're through with him?"

  Giles glanced up at Ethan. "Well, let's see." He opened the bottle and sniffed. "No, I think we'll be fine." He held it out for Ethan to smell. "See? Apricots."

  "Good." Ethan leaned against the wall beside the shower, glancing inside at the young man rinsing soap from his body. "You'd better hurry. It looks like he's almost done. And here." Ethan handed over a small foil packet. "After all, I know where we've been. And non-latex. Wouldn't want all that oil to go to waste."

  "Right." Smirk in place and supplies in hand, Giles quickly stripped and stepped into the large communal shower. "Need some help?"

  A startled Riley frowned, confused. "I think I've got things under control."

  "Oh, do you?" Giles ran one finger down Riley's spine. "Are you sure I can't... help you scrub your back?"

  "Um..." And then that finger moved just a couple of inches lower, and suddenly Riley found himself wondering just how he was going to remain upright when things reached their inevitable conclusion. He realized that, theoretically, he should be protesting, but the hand not caressing his skin pushed its way into his hair, and all he could do was lean back and realize that *he* was the one making those marvelous moaning sounds.

  And then the hands moved away, and Riley made a whimpering sound that would have been embarrassing if he hadn't heard a warm chuckle behind him and a soothing, hypnotic British voice assure him, "Just wait a moment. I'm not done with you yet." A slick hand pressed at his back. "Lean forward, hands against the wall." He obeyed. A few seconds later, that voice was back at his ear. "Do you know who I am?" He nodded. "Who am I?"

  Riley swallowed and hoped his voice would hold out long enough for him to croak out the name. "Giles."

  A pleased voice praised him. "Very good." The hand moved back to his ass, sliding down the crease until it found the small opening. "Now, as much as I hate to say this, you can stop this any time. Everything is much better if you're extremely willing, and I hate having to settle for something that's merely acceptable." An unidentifiable noise escaped from Riley, and Giles pulled his hand away. "What was that?"

  Blinking, Riley opened his mouth and was relieved to hear intelligible words. "Don't stop." He attempted to push backwards, but strong hands on his hips halted his movement. "Please?"

  "I don't think you're sufficiently desperate yet." The hands slid up Riley's torso, gently twisting his nipples. "And I intend to wait until you are." The fingers released him from their grasp, and fingernails scraped down his chest. Now he was pulled away from his position leaning forward against the wall. His head tilted back, and he realized his body was being supported by Giles. He turned his head just a bit and flicked his tongue out, moaning as he caught the older man's ear. Giles hissed as he ground his erection against Riley's back. "All right, maybe you're ready now."

  Dimly, Riley heard voices outside the shower. A voice he didn't recognize and then Ethan. "I don't think you want to go in there right now." Then steps moving away from the shower. He sent silent thanks out to the man standing guard over the pair in the shower.

  And then he was back in his former pose, hands against the wall, water pounding down on his back. With one important change. Legs spread, someone else's hand reaching between them to carefully torment him. "So have you done this before?" Riley shook his head. He could *feel* the slow smile overtaking the face behind him. "Good." The hand disappeared, but before he could react, it was resting once more on his lower back. "Just stay there." He obeyed once more, jumping only slightly when something -- a finger, he realized -- gently prodded its way inside his body. This was most definitely *not* the way he had planned on spending the evening, but, as a second finger gently worked its way in, he realized that sometimes you have to go with the moment. And then the fingers began moving, and he shifted, folding his arms against the tiled wall and resting his forehead against them. The movement caused the fingers to slip out of him. "Are you all right there?"

  But the voice was amused, so Riley nodded. "Balance."

  "Ah." The fingers moved back, and Riley jumped as they brushed *something*. "Would you like to know what that was?"

  Riley rolled his head from side to side. He couldn't quite manage to *shake* his head. "Just -- again?"

  "You mean this?" The fingers moved again, and Riley's eyes fell shut. A conversational tone appeared in that voice. "You know, I always make a point of making sure that my... partners are willing. Normally, I would be asking what they want and requiring spoken responses. But I think I'm going to have to make an exception for you." A third finger, and Riley became aware that there was a keening sound echoing through the shower chamber. And that the sound was coming from him. "You can just let me know when to stop. Do you have a problem with that?" Again with the head roll, and this time, warm lips pressed against the back of his neck. The fingers carefully withdrew and were replaced by something that seemed impossibly huge resting at his entrance. "Just relax. I'm not in the mood to get off on pain tonight." Riley briefly wondered about that last sentence, but those gentle fingers were back, tracing trails along his sides. The man might have been about to do something to Riley that the soldier had been taught to fear, but, hey, he had also been taught to not hit girls, and look at Buffy. And she had complete trust in the man behind him, so chances were slim that he would be permanently damaged as long as he went along. Giles' voice broke into his thoughts again. "Do you know how to relax in this situation?" Riley rolled his head again, and Giles sighed. Not an exasperated sigh, but a sad sigh, as if Giles found it depressing that this was something that Riley had not experienced before. "Just concentrate on breathing."

  And so that's exactly what Riley did. In, out. In, out. Repeat. After a few repetitions, he realized something. When he inhaled, his muscles tightened. And when he exhaled, they relaxed. So *that* was what Giles meant. He took a deep breath and pressed back as he slowly exhaled.

  "Very good." He felt a surge of pride at the praise, and then hands gripping his hips followed by a slow slide that burned only slightly, and then he suddenly realized that Giles was *in*. The solid warmth pressed against him didn't move, and he realized that he had tensed once again. "If you want me to stop now, you're going to have to let me go."

  "Don't --" Sharp intake of breath. "Don't go." He deliberately exhaled, and Giles carefully pulled back before quickly slamming forward, nudging that *thing* once more.

  Riley shuddered, and he could hear the glee in Giles' voice. "Would you like to know what that is?" Out and in. The younger man made a noise he hoped sounded like an affirmative response. Out and in. "That would be your prostate." Out and in. "I could keep this slow, or I could go faster. Which would you like?" Out and in. Riley whimpered, and Giles chuckled. "Tell you what. I'll surprise you."

  Riley could concentrate on only two things at that moment: the movement within him and the water splashing down on them. The student wondered just how the older man could carry on casual conversation while he carried out this sweet torture. And then the speed of the thrusting changed, and he decided it didn't matter. One hand slid off his hip and around his belly, and suddenly he was being stroked in time with the pounding. The other hand moved to his chest, once again tweaking his nipples, and that was all he needed to come, semen splattering all over the wall in front of him. Dimly, he thought that it was a good thing that this was a shower. Easy cleaning. Then Giles grunted, and Riley felt a hot pulsing that he realized signaled the end of this coupling.

  The hands pulled away, and Giles carefully pulled out of Riley. The student began a fast collapse, but the older man caught him, slowly lowering him to the floor of the shower. "Are you all right?"

  Riley nodded. "Just -- Wow. A few minutes?" From his vantage point, he watched Giles remove the condom and rinse himself clean. Some little voice in his head that he hadn't noticed before began suggesting that he help, but he was exhausted, and if Giles felt even remotely the same way, it was rather pointless to attempt a blow job. With a start, he realized that he had filed *that* idea away for future reference. Finally, his energy began trickling back, and he felt steady enough to stand and wash himself clean. Again. Neither man spoke, but it was a comfortable silence, as if they were just too tired to say anything. And in Riley's case, that was true.

  They stepped out of the shower, and Ethan was ready, towels in hand. "So. Was it worth it?"

  Giles grinned. "Of course."

Now *that* was an unexpected answer. Then again, the events that had just unfolded in the shower had been wholly unexpected as well, so Riley decided he should stop *expecting* things. Especially in this town. He cleared his throat and hoped his voice would hold firm. "So I was thinking."

  "Really."

  "Be quiet, Ethan." Giles turned to face a now-dressed Riley. "Go on."

  "Um... Maybe we should join a bowling league."

  ~~~ the end ~~~