When Xander arrived at the apartment, he found Giles slumped on the
couch in his living room staring off into space. His glasses sat on
the end table.

"What's wrong, Giles?"  Xander asked.  "You're looking kinda
dejected."

"Rejected is more like it," Giles replied.  "I just got dumped -- I
believe the term is -- by Buffy."

"She doesn't want you as her Watcher anymore?"

"She doesn't want me as her boyfriend anymore."

Xander's mouth dropped open.  "Huh?  Boyfriend?  You?  Buffy?
Together?"

Giles looked up and glared.  "Yes.  Me.  Buffy.  Together. Well, we
were."

"How long?  When?"  Xander was still struggling with the concept of
Giles and Buffy together in that way.

"Since her eighteenth birthday."

"I thought she was really really really mad at you because of the
Crucia-whatsits?"

"She forgave me."

"Obviously."  Then, as the full implications of that piece of news
sank in, he perked up.  "So that means she's free now?"

"She and Willow got together when Oz left."

"What!"  Stunned beyond reason, Xander slid down to sit beside Giles.
 "That is so unfair.  How come I didn't know any of this -- especially
the part about you and Buffy...and the part about Willow and Buffy?"

"You don't listen, Xander.  You're always too busy talking. In fact,"
he turned sideways on the couch to face the younger man, "you should
use that mouth of yours for something more useful."

"Like what?"

Giles' arm snaked out and his hand caught Xander behind the head,
drawing the dark-haired man against his chest.  Giles worked at
Xander's mouth with his tongue and lips until it  opened up to him.
Startled by the softness of Giles' lips against his, Xander relaxed
into the kiss and allowed the inquisitive tongue to caress his own.
Tentatively, he pushed back, the tip flicking against the roof of
Giles' mouth.

His fingers threaded through Xander's hair, clamping onto the back of
the boy's head, Giles held him fast, pushing deeper into his throat as
if trying to swallow him whole.

Xander whimpered under the assault but made no move to get away.  He
slid onto his back and Giles followed him down, stretching out on top
of him, one knee slipping between Xander's thighs to press against the
younger man's groin.  His hips lifting so that the pressure was
against his balls, Xander rubbed wantonly, aching for more.

Giles licked long slow strokes against Xander's throat, the pulse
point beating erratically under his tongue.  His hand snaked down to
rest on Xander's throbbing erection.  He squeezed.

Xander bucked once against the warm palm covering his arousal.

"G-Giles?"

"mmm hmmm?"  Giles was still preoccupied with imparting little kisses
along Xander's jawline. He licked him behind his left ear, making him
moan.

When he found his voice again, Xander said, "That felt good.  Do it
again?"

Lifting his head to look into the dark chocolatey eyes, Giles realized
what it was Xander wanted from him and he smiled.

"This?"  he asked, firmly drawing his hand along the length of the
other man's erection.

"Yesssss.  That's it, right there."  He shifted his hips from side to
side, moving into the touch.

Giles went one better and glided the zipper down, freeing Xander from
his prison.  The cooler air hit his heated flesh and he groaned with
pleasure.  Then Giles' warm hand closed around the cock and began
stroking it, his thumb flicked across the tip then went back and
rubbed the pre-cum over the head.  It was when Giles slid down
Xander's body and took him into his mouth that the younger man thought
he was going to explode right then and there.

"Giles!"

"Yes?"

"Ohmygod, Giles!  What are you doing?"

Giles got up on his elbows and leaned over him.  "Didn't Faith do this
for you?"

Struggling to get his breathing under control, Xander shook his head.
 "Are you kidding?  When I was with her it happened so fast I'm
beginning to think it didn't happen at all.  In and out and then wham
bam thank you man.  Only there was no thank you, just a door in my
face."

Giles expression softened.  The green eyes grew sad.  He traced a line
with his thumb from the thick dark hair to the corner of Xander's
mouth, and rubbed the tip across the boy's lips until his tongue
flicked out.  Xander could taste his own pre-cum.

"Was Faith your only sexual experience?"  Giles asked gently.  There
was no evidence of anything other than curiosity in his voice or
expression.

"Anya, too.  And she was even less experienced than me."

While they spoke, Giles continued to massage the eager flesh poking
out from Xander's opened jeans.  His strokes kept it primed.

"Giles?  Can you do something to...will you help me with... you know?
 Otherwise I'm going to have to excuse myself and go hide out in your
bathroom for a few minutes."

A wicked smile graced Giles' lips, carrying over into his eyes.

"I can do something.  What do you want me to do, Xander?"

"Um, more?"

"I can do more."

"How about -- at the risk of sounding crass at a moment like this --
how about a..." The words started to form on his lips, but at the last
second he decided they were too scummy to be spoken aloud and he let
them die unvoiced.

Giles was watching closely, however, and said them for him.

"You want a blow job?"  he smiled when he said it.

Blushing furiously, Xander nodded mutely.

"It's all right.  I'm not offended.  I'll bet you've always wanted
another man to bring you off that way."

"Not always.  Only since I discovered I could stand up without using
my feet."

Giles' smile broadened.  He sat up.

"Where are you going?" Xander reached out for him.

"Nowhere." He crossed his arms and, taking the hem of his sweater in
his hands lifted it over his head and dropped it on the floor.  He
wasn't wearing a t shirt underneath.  He leaned forward.  "Your turn."

Xander stared at the broad chest and the mat of curly golden hair that
narrowed into a darker line and disappeared under Giles' waistband.
His hands went by their own choice to rub through the softness.

"C'mon.  Off with your shirt."

Giles helped him remove it.  Self-consciously holding his arms across
his chest, Xander grinned foolishly, feeling incredibly awkward and
yet wanting so very much to feel that mat of hair against his own
smoothness.

Then Giles rubbed his hands over the strongly defined muscles of the
other man, seemingly fascinated by the play of skin over them.
Trailing his hands down the flat stomach, his fingers hooked the
material of the jeans and parted it further.

"Lift up," he ordered.

Xander raised up so that his jeans could be drawn down over his hips,
realizing with a start that Giles had taken his shorts with them.
Then he was naked to his knees, his ankles, and suddenly all of his
clothing, socks and shoes included, were on the floor and he was
completely exposed.

He drew his knees up together, but Giles put firm hands on them and
pushed them apart and down.

"Ohmygod, Giles..."

"Shhh."  Giles stood up and dropped his pants.  He quickly stepped out
of them, but noticed Xander's worshipful gaze on his erection and
stood for a moment to give him a good look.

"G-Giles, you're so...wow!"

"So are you, Xander.  So are you."

He returned to the couch, kneeling between Xander's legs again.  He
bent and clamped his lips on the head of Xander's cock, lightly
dragging his teeth up and down the column of swollen flesh.  Sucking
hard on it, Giles executed moves that Xander had never heard of let
alone fantasized about.  He threw his head back against the arm of the
couch and just hung on.

"I'm gonna come now!" he cried, unable to stop it from happening.

He shot his cum deeply into Giles' throat and watched as the other man
took it all, swallowing everything he had to give.  Finally, Giles let
the softening cock slip out of his mouth and he licked his lips,
smiling at Xander.

His senses on overload, Xander lay back and stared at the ceiling.

"Are you all right?"  Giles petted his face and forehead until he
looked at him.

"Uh huh.  That was...that was better than Faith *and* Anya."

He shifted under Giles and stopped when his leg brushed against the
erection straining for attention.

"Oh!  You need to...  I'm not sure I can do that. What you did."

"It's all right."

"No, it's not.  You can't...I mean, it looks painful."

The engorged cock was purple and very hard.  Giles held it in his own
hand, lightly stroking it.

"Do you want to...?" Xander continued.  "I can do something for you,
can't I?"

Leaning in close to lie on top of him again, Giles said, "If you don't
mind a bit of a mess we can try something."

"Mess?  I don't mind.  You have a shower, right?" he grinned, feeling
a lot more comfortable with his nakedness and the closeness of the
taller man after their intimate moment.  It was hard not to feel that
way. In fact, he felt closer to Giles right now than he ever had to
Anya.  "Kiss me?" he asked.

As Giles' mouth brushed against his lips, Xander was very aware of the
hot arousal rasping through his pubic hair.  When Giles' balls slapped
against him, he felt himself getting hard again and his erection rose
up to rub alongside Giles' shaft.  He moved his hips to increase the
friction.

Giles groaned in his ear.  "Not going to...last long."

"Go for it, man!"  Xander was already on the edge again himself, and
wondered how the older man had managed to hold out this long.

They slid against each other, all tenderness vanishing in the heated
demands of their desire.  Giles bucked frantically against Xander,
veins standing out in his neck as he strained.  Xander met his thrusts
each time, lost in his need to reach that pinacle again.  Then Giles
tensed and gushed in trembling spurts all over Xander's belly.  Xander
felt the wet semen cover his skin and came immmediately afterward.
They sagged in each other's arms.

Xander reached up to brush damp hair off Giles' forehead.

"You're not going to throw me out now, are you?"

Giles lifted his weary head.  "I'm not Faith."

"You sure aren't," Xander grinned at him tiredly.

Giles grinned back and dropped his head onto Xander's shoulder.

"Giles?"

"Yes?"

"If you're on the rebound from Buffy, does this mean you might get
back together with her?"

Giles rubbed his cheek against Xander's hair.  "She made it quite
clear she only wants to be friends, and that she's in love with
Willow."

They lay quietly for a moment until Xander said, "Giles?"

"Yes?"

"Does that mean you and I can spend more time together?"

Giles kissed him on the side of his mouth.  Looking him in the eyes he
said, "I'd like nothing better."

They settled down again, faces close, breath mingling.

"Giles?"

Obviously curbing his annoyance, Giles replied, "Yes, Xander?"

"Is this couch Scotchgarded?"

# end