AUTHOR: Small Woodinat Creature

RATING: R. If you don't like lovely men getting romantic, go elsewhere.

SUMMARY: Giles and Xander are looking forward to Xander's eighteenth birthday.

ARCHIVING: Anywhere and everywhere.

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copyright infringements intended. Anyways, I have only $100 in my bank account.

NOTE: Big smoochies to my beta readers Alicia and Te.

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Xander sat, trying to read. Giles toyed nervously with his glasses, taking them off, putting them back on, taking
them off again...

"How long?" Xander asked.

Giles looked at his watch. "Ten minutes."

Xander gave up on the volume of vampire lore and strode over to Giles.

"Come on, what's ten minutes?"

"I want it to be right."

"Giles, it's ten lousy minutes!" Xander drew in a breath and settled himself. He ran teasing fingers over Giles'
watch band.

"Nine, technically. And you should call me Rupert. Once you turn eighteen, we'll be equals."

"Well, then, *Rupert*, a few minutes do *not* matter. Do you think the  sex police will know the difference?"
His fingers traveled from the watch band to the pale, elegant wrist.

Giles sighed softly at the touch. "No, but *I* would know." He moved Xander's hand away, walked over to the
desk.

"The lube and condoms are still there, Rupert. They aren't going  anywhere...even if this is the Hellmouth."

Xander, I just want everything to be perfect." He paused in his inspection of the condom packages for tears and
breaks. "I'll put on the music."

"James Taylor? Your idea of mood music is *James Taylor*?!? Why not some Barry White or Luther Vandross?"

Giles took out the tape, tossing it on the desk. "Fine. No music."

"Great. Now you're angry." Xander's voice was disappointed.

"I'm not angry." <Six minutes> "I'm a bit impatient, but not angry."

Xander walked over to Giles, and started to kiss him. The librarian automatically opened himself for the
younger man, savoring the  sensation of their tongues intertwining. Slowly, reluctantly, he stopped  the kiss.

"No, not just yet," he said breathlessly.

"We can't even kiss until I'm eighteen? Kissing is legal, right?" He flicked his tongue across Giles' chin.

Giles moaned. "Xander, I-I'd rather be cautious about this..."  <4 minutes, God, it feels like forever> Xander's
wet tongue trailed down to  the hollow of his throat; he began to gently suck and bite the delicate  skin. Giles'
rebellious body pressed against Xander's, feeling the hardness there. Xander with a buck of his hips. Swift,
skillful fingers undid the first few buttons of the older man's stiff white shirt, revealing the soft hair. He placed
a kiss there, looking up at Giles and grinning.

"You still want me to stop?"

"You are utterly sadistic. Remind me to torture you for this." <One and a half minutes>

Xander undid another button. "Oooh, torture? Being eighteen is gonna be really fun." Another button, and
assaulted a small nipple.

Giles gasped, checking his watch. <45 seconds, oh God yes, soon> He ran his hands through his future lover's
hair, caressing the dark strands before forcing himself to pull those tantalizing mouth from  his nipple. <30
seconds>

Xander's grin widened as he licked his lips. He made a show of removing his pants, pulling them down to
reveal tufts of black hair peeking over  white briefs. <10 seconds> Giles grabbed the lube and a handful of
 condoms.

<5 seconds>

They stood there, staring into each other's eyes, waiting. <1 second>

Xander grinned. "Shoot me, stuff me, mount me."

Giles started to open the condom packet.

"Happy birthday, dar--"

"Giles!"

"Cordy!" The two men groaned with dismay at her interruption.

"There are about ten *really* ugly and hungry vampires right behind me! Xander, why are your pants undone?"

Xander zipped up his jeans, looking at the floor to hide the blush on his face.

Giles flung the condom and lube onto the desk viciously.

"What's that?" asked the eternally clueless Cordelia.

Giles grabbed a handful of stakes. "Nothing I'm going to use tonight."

THE END