Sleeping Arrangements

Peculiar
 

 

"I thought you meant--" Xander trailed off, waving at the bed and the discarded clothes on the floor. Giles was stark naked in front of him, and grinning like someone who'd just gotten the best blowjob of his life.

 

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?"

 

Giles shook his head, still panting. Xander had started with the undressing of both himself and Giles, then he'd moved on to sucking Giles' brains out through his cock, and he'd been about to bend Giles down over the bed when Giles had said a tiny, barely audible "Wait, that's not what I meant," and had promptly lost his ability to speak again.

 

"No, no," he said now, rubbing his eyes and looking up at Xander. Giles was still leaning against the door, sweat drifting down his chest. It was unbelievably hot today, even by Californian standards. "I meant we could--bath, cool down. This--" He stopped and shivered pulling Xander closer and kissing him, hard and demanding. "I suppose this works."

"Yeah, this works," Xander agreed. He didn't care that they were both sweaty and tired from the heat. Being this close to Giles was always good. "So... should I go on with my plan?"

 

"Shower later?" Giles asked, raising an eyebrow hopefully.

 

"Oh, definitely. We're gonna need it." Xander grinned and pushed Giles into position, hands braced on the bed, enticing ass lifted up... enticingly. Xander gulped and reached for the lube. This wasn't a position they were in very often; Xander was usually the one on the bottom. He liked being on the bottom a whole lot, even. But today, this worked much better. He wanted to be buried in Giles and fuck him so hard Giles would be the one unable to sit straight for two days.

 

Giles had told Xander before that he liked the burn of being fucked without preparation, but Xander was still a little bit too worried about hurting him to go without at least pressing one lubed finger inside. Just to be on the safe side. This was maybe the fourth time Xander was fucking him in the year they'd been... doing this. And same as every other time, Giles keened when Xander went in, cock griped into tight heat. "Oh fuck," he muttered, pulling back and in again. Out and in, out and in, out and... "God, Giles, fuck. Yeah. Could do this all day."

 

Giles let out a strangled laugh, burrying his head into the comforter as he cried out and pushed back against Xander. "Much too hot for that," he whispered, eyes over his shoulders now, staring at Xander.

 

"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."

 

Laughter echoed in the otherwise quiet house. Xander pulled out, still snickering, and made his way into the adjacent bathroom on shaky legs. "You gonna wash my back?"

 

"Of course," Giles replied, as if the answer had been self-evident. "Don't I always?"

 

They weren't exactly in a relationship. For Xander, relationships implied that other people--namely mutual friends--knew about it, that the two people involved spent more time sleeping together--actual sleeping, mind--than apart, and that certain words--like the ever famous "l" word--were spoken outside of a strictly sexual setting.

As it were, Xander spent more time hanging out with Giles than on his own, but he barely ever slept here. Buffy and Willow were, so far, completely oblivious to anything that wasn't their studies. And while Giles liked to call him "love" when they were fucking, he never said it otherwise.

 

There was nothing about the whole thing that wasn't strange, and maybe, one day, Xander would make a point of asking Giles what it was all about. But for now, with Giles' hands lathering up his back and his mouth trailing paths over Xander's neck, this worked.