A Simple Look

October 2008
400 words

Written for the Daily Prompts at the OctoberFest.

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"It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you"



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Buffy and Willow were talking; Xander wasn't listening. Giles had just bent down to pick up a book and Xander was appreciating the view. What a great view it was.

"What do you think, Xander?"

Giles looked his way and caught his eyes. He raised an eyebrow at Xander, clearly saying "This isn't the place for this." Xander replied with a wink--hidden from the girls by the book he was holding--and turned to Willow, "What?"

No matter what Giles might want him to think, Xander knew he wasn't the only one who was having less than pure thoughts.

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"You were very naughty today," Rupert whispered hoarsely in Xander's ear. He had both hands on the boy's shoulders, holding him close, back to chest. "What were you thinking, watching me with that look in your eyes where your friends could have caught you looking?"

Xander shivered against him, and bit his lip. "I didn't think. Just--" He moaned softly when Rupert's palm caressed his ass. "--you were hot."

Rupert brought his hand down sharply on Xander's skin. "Well, then, I have my work cut out for me, don't I, my boy? You have so much to learn."


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"Accidents and inspiration lead you to your destination"



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Xander didn't mean to do it. All he wanted was to grab his algebra book from the table where he'd forgotten it, and go home to wait for Giles' call. But when he walked into the library, Giles and Buffy were sparring. Xander put his book back into his bag, and sneaked a look at Giles, sweaty and breathing hard, with a sword in his hands and his sleeves rolled up.
 
Xander grew hard right there.
 
He didn't manage to leave fast enough for Giles not to notice. Xander caught his eye, and blushed. He was so getting punished tonight.

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"Naughty lad," Rupert whispered, bringing his hand down sharply on Xander's naked buttocks. "You know you're not supposed to intrude when Buffy and I are training."
 
"Yes, sir," Xander replied, biting his lower lip to keep from moaning when the next blow hit. "I didn't mean to."
 
"I know you didn't." Rupert's hand spanked Xander harder. "But what if it had been Buffy who'd caught you looking? Who saw you become hard?"
 
"It won't happen again," he promised. But no matter how naughty it might make him, Xander was very pleased with the outcome; he'd do anything to get spanked.
 
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