Out of the Closet?
(A Chronicle of the Large, Oak Table)
By Queena

"Giles!" Xander whined and cradled his head in his hands. "What am I going to
do?"

Giles raised his eyes from the book he was trying to read, with annoyance.
Xander had been pouring his adolescent heart out to the Watcher for the past
hour and it was beginning to be quite tiresome, to say the least. Xander was
supposed to be helping to research on Mr. Trick. That dirty, little vamp had
been in Sunnydale for the past two months and Giles was still unable to find
anything on him, damnit!

"Cordy won't even talk to me and I feel really bad 'cause all I can think
about is Willow. And Willow's been spending all this time begging Oz to
forgive her," Xander paused to moan and let his head fall into his arms on the
large, oak table. "Oh, I might as well retreat into the utter darkness of
total confusion," Xander groaned, his voice slightly muffled.

"Do you know why your so confused, Xander?" Giles asked blandly. Xander looked
up at Giles with sad, puppy dog eyes. He nodded slowly. "Because, Xander, you
are a dumbass." Giles concluded.

"Hey!" Xander said and sat straight up in his chair. "I resemble that remark."

"And do want to know why you're a dumbass, Xander?" Giles continued. He didn't
wait for a response. "Because you won't admit to yourself who you really are."

"And who is that, Giles? 'Cause I'm not sure anymore," Xander said in a
hysterical voice.

Giles pushed his chair back and impatiently circled the table to perch in
front of Xander. "Jesus man, use your head, and this time I'm not referring to
the one that contains that desolate wasteland that you call a brain," Giles
said angrily. "You don't care about Cordelia or Willow, or Buffy for that
matter."

"Giles, what are you talking about? You know that I care about them. There the
only people I have in this world," Xander said in confusion.

"Oh, sure," Giles began, "you care about them, but not in the way you lead
yourself to believe. Do you think I never noticed the sexual tension between
you and Angel? It wasn't Angel you were jealous of. It was Buffy." Giles
crossed his arms over his chest and waited for a response. There wasn't one
for a long moment.

Finally, Xander opened his mouth to speak. "Giles, what are you trying to
say?"

Giles threw his hands up in exasperation. "Let me explain this to you in three
little words that even you would have to understand. You are gay," Giles said,
enunciating those three words with exaggeration. Then he sat back and waited
for a reaction again.

At first, Xander just blinked his eyes rapidly. Then he began to shake his
head 'no', frantically. "No, Giles. I am not gay!" he finally denied.

"Oh please, Xander," Giles said and rolled his eyes. "I've had my fair share
of men. I think I know a gay man when I see one."

Xander gawked up at Giles in disbelief. "Giles, you....you're....but.....but
what about Jenny? You can't be gay. You're too proper to be gay," Xander
stuttered out.

"No, Xander, I'm not gay. The correct term for a man like me is 'bisexual',"
Giles told him.

"No, you can't be," Xander said and stood from his seat. "You're a damn manly
man. You reel flaming bats at demons, you wear tweed, you....drink a lot of
tea?" Xander contemplated that last argument. "Well, you do like to put things
(often small things) in your mouth, but--" Xander stopped short.

Giles let out a long breath and stood up. "I really shouldn't be doing this,
but I have been quite the sexual Samaritan lately."

Then, without another word, Giles grabbed Xander's face in both hands and
pulled him into a kiss. Xander was too shocked, at first, to fight it. Then,
once the shock had worn off, he found he was enjoying the kiss too much to
break it off. Of course, he was scared by the feelings he was having. He was
even more scared when he felt Giles' tongue slip into his mouth, but he was
also even more excited.

Giles' slid his hands down the sides of Xander's face, then over his trembling
chest to move around his waist and finally settle in the small of his back.
Only then did Giles pull away from the kiss. Xander sucked his lower lip into
his mouth to savor the taste that Giles had left there.

"I take it you've never kissed a man before," Giles said in a low voice.
Xander shook his head while he stared at the older man's lips, wishing they
were still connected to his own. "It's been a long time for me. I rather
enjoyed it," Giles said, but it was already rather apparent from the bulge
(would that even be considered a term) that had formed in the front of his
pants, a bulge that matched that of Xander's. Giles pushed forward, his hard
penis (Pen is? Pen is what, exactly?) nudging against Xander's matching
erection(: from the Latin word, erectio. : the act of raising excitement). The
sensation nearly drove Xander crazy.

Xander was the one who initiated the kiss this time, his tongue seeking out
Giles'. Giles pulled Xander into a tighter embrace, their firm chests pressing
together.

Pulling away from their heated embrace, Giles quickly pulled off the shirt
that was loosely hanging around Xander's shoulders. The black 69 shirt that
was under it was also quickly discarded. Giles stared at Xander's chest, which
was becoming more toned since Buffy and Faith had started training him. Giles
quickly unbuttoned and pulled off his own tweed vest, but he wasn't patient
enough to unbutton the shirt that was under it. Leaning forward, Giles kissed
the nook between Xander's neck and shoulder. Sucking and nibbling, Giles
slowly worked his way back up to Xander's hungry lips.

Grasping onto Giles' shoulders, Xander backed himself up against the large,
oak table, bringing Giles along with him. Giles tried to push Xander down
against the table, but Xander resisted. Pushing his hands between them, Xander
started to fumble with the buttons on Giles' white dress shirt. He had only
gotten three buttons undone when he got impatient and tore the shirt open the
rest of the way open, revealing a thick patch of dark chest hair which led
down to a thin trail that went further into Giles' waistband.

Giles pulled the shirt down off of his shoulders. Now that they were both
completely barechested, Xander allowed himself to be pushed against the flat
surface of the table, slightly yelping at the coldness on his back. Giles
crawled on to the table and lowered himself on top of Xander. Xander slightly
giggled at the tickle of Giles' chest hair against his own chest.

A small smile played at the corner of Giles' lips as he slipped his hand
between their bodies to run the palm of his hand over Xander's prominent
erection (That doesn't bother me). Xander squeezed his eyes shut for a moment,
a low moan escaped his mouth.

When Giles' hand moved to the fly on Xander's pants, his eyes snapped back
open. "Giles," Xander said in a hoarse whisper. Giles stopped in his actions
to hear what the boy had to say. "I....I'm a virgin."

"I know that, Xander," Giles said and cocked his head to the side. "Don't
worry, technically you still will be when we're done." Giles was afraid that
he might have to put it in laymen's terms for Xander, which would have been,
'Don't worry. I don't plan on fucking you in the ass.'

When Giles was satisfied that Xander wasn't going to ask for further
explanation, he went on to unbutton and unzip Xander's pants. In one hard tug,
Giles brought Xander's cargo pants and boxers down around his knees. Giles
left them there and turned his full attention to Xander's large, pulsing organ
(imagine music notes), and boy it was a sight to see.

Reaching out with his right hand, Giles grasped a firm hold on the shaft (He's
one bad motha). He watched himself stroke it, listening to the little moans
that were coming from Xander. Giles inched further down the table. Once
positioned in a the way that best suited him, Giles flicked his tongue out to
lick the tip of Xander's cock (a doodle doo). Xander jumped a little, and
Giles grinned before moving his mouth down and around the hard member (of the
hair club for sexual organs). Giles bobbed his head up and down, sliding his
tongue along the under side in an expert way. Giles let the tip fall out of
his mouth so that he could run his lips along it, then stopped to suck
Xander's balls (nuts, nads, sack, whatever) into his mouth. Giles continued
sucking and teasing Xander's joy stick (happy, happy, joy, joy) until he was
at the breaking point. Grabbing the back of Giles' head, Xander bucked his
hips forward and came to orgasm. Giles licked all of the semen running out of
Xander's cock (I actually love that word, it's so primal, grrrr).

When Xander was done, Giles sat up to watch all of the funny faces that Xander
was making. Ignoring his own painful erection, Giles slid up next to Xander
and propped his head up on one arm. "Did you and Cordelia never participate in
oral sex?" Giles asked Xander who was still struggling with the after-effects
of his orgasm.

"Well," Xander said, starting to regain his composure. "Cordy wanted to, but,"
Xander paused for a moment. "But I thought it was nasty. I didn't want to put
my... well, I didn't want to see that (Xander is squeamish about the same
things as I am) in her pretty mouth."

"Isn't my mouth pretty?" Giles asked jokingly.

At that note, Xander's head perked up. His eyes focused on Giles' lips and
then finally moved down to focus on the bulge in his pants. Rolling over,
Xander pushed Giles down onto his back and kissed him. When he broke away he
said, "It's very pretty." Then Xander brushed his fingers down the length of
Giles chest, they stopped at the button to Giles pants. Xander looked back up
into Giles' eyes. "Can I....try?" Xander asked.

Giles took Xander's wrist into his own hand, "I don't think so, Xander," Giles
said. "This was for you. I don't want to take...." Xander cut Giles off with
another kiss. Freeing his hand from Giles' grasp, he moved his hand to clutch
Giles, well um, clutch (hee hee). Giles moaned into Xander's mouth, his
resistance already dissipated. Xander undid Giles' pants to pull out his stiff
rod (Ouch!)

When he saw the size of Giles' manhood (Of course, size is a symbol of
manhood), Xander's eyes widened and he licked his lips. Moving down over
Giles, Xander slowly engulfed the head (Not the one that contains a brain).
Slipping further down till he reached the base (awwww yeah), Xander almost
choked himself. He wouldnít try taking it all again, but he continued.
Mimicking Giles' actions, Xander started to tease Lil' Giles (if you could
call it lil'). Not wanting to draw it out any more, Xander bobbed up and down
in swift motions.

Giles was obviously about to come and Xander was faced with a decision to
make. Xander decided that since
Giles had swallowed eagerly, that he could also do it. And he did. Giles
grabbed a hold of Xander's head (the one with the brain, I guess ), and shot
his juices into the boy's mouth. Xander was surprised that it didn't taste
nasty, as he had it expected it to.

After that, Xander crawled up to lay next to Giles, resting his head on his
chest. After a few comfortable moments of silence, Xander said it. "I'm still
not gay."
 

............... Happy Ending (Yay!)