Giles and Xander were in bed, kissing and cuddling. They were also
sticking to the sheets slightly, the result of a spirited romp involving
handcuffs, blindfolds, and marshmallow fluff. Xander licked his way
down to Giles' chest, the hair of which was matted with the sweet,
sugary fluff. He busied himself with licking for several minutes, but
gave up, propped himself on an elbow, and gazed at his lover.

"Giles?"

"Yes, luv?"

"I want you to do something for me."

"What?"

"Go over to the chair."

Xander's eyes followed Giles as he walked over to the chair, which
was covered with the librarian's discarded clothing. For a man in his
40s, Giles was still nicely firm and muscular, and Xander appreciated
every nummifying inch of him.

"Now what?"

"Put it on," he said, indicating Giles' tweed jacket.

Giles slipped on the jacket. "It's gonna be itchy."

Xander smiled his Junior Ripper grin. "Good."

"And now, luv?" Giles was doing his best to look dignified while
his entire lower half was naked.

Xander took one of Giles' ties and tied his lover's hands behind
his back. Giles chuckled softly. The teenager then used another
tie to blindfold him. Giles forced himself to relax. This wasn't
like the times he played bondage games with Ethan. Xander was
more gentle, more loving, and never pushed beyond their limits.
Actually, things had been in a rut lately, because Xander was
usually the more submissive one. It was nice for Giles to see his
lover taking initiative.

Giles felt the softness of yet another silk tie stroking the side of his
face. "So, Xander luv, you're planning to ruin three of my ties?"

Xander kissed his cheek. "I'll buy you more for Christmas. And I
picked the really ugly ones."

For a moment Giles felt and heard nothing, and then he heard his
lover's voice.

"You know, I have always loved you in tweed. The scratchy texture,
that crisp white shirt, your silk ties...I had this fantasy about just
ripping off your pants and fucking you in the library. Right there
next to the cross referencing filing cabinet."

Giles felt the silk tie stroked along his chest, rubbing against the
nipples in a rough, torturous friction. When Giles' nipples were
hard enough to break diamonds on a marble statue in concrete,
Xander trailed the tie down his to the librarian's hard cock.

Giles felt the tie tighten ever so slightly around his Big British
Cock (tm).

"Too tight, schmoopy?"

"No, Xander."

Xander kissed Giles deeply for a minute, and then moved behind
him. He ran his hands over Giles' sweet white ass, stopping at
the recent wound from the tranquilizer gun.

"Does it still hurt, my English muffin?"

"Only a little, luv."

Xander gently licked the new scar, reveling in the rough texture.
He ran his tongue over each soft cheek, occasionally sucking and
biting Giles' flesh. He pushed his tongue deep inside Giles, who
wriggled with delight at each lick. Xander replaced his tongue with
well-lubed fingers, gently stretching him. He entered Giles, riding
him as the Lone Ranger rode Silver, lightly pulling on the tie
cockring every so often.

Giles bucked backwards against his lover, rubbing his tweed
jacket against Xander's chest. Xander moaned loud enough to
wake a sleeping zombie cat, and pressed against Giles closer
to get the feel of that yummy tweed.

"Oh God, Giles, oh God!" The tweed rubbed against his nipples,
his stomach, his pelvis. He jerked Giles' cock, pulling off the tie
and letting Giles' salty goodness fly free and splatter on the wall
like a Jackson Pollock painting. Xander came soon afterward, with
all his thoughts focused on that scritchy, scratchy tweed.

Giles sighed happily. "Luv, can you untie me now?"

"Sure, schmoopy." Xander tried to move. "Um, schmoopy?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I'm sticking to you."

"That's nice to know, Xander."

"No, I mean I'm sticking to you literally. The tweed is stuck to the
marshmallow fluff on my chest." Xander tried to extract himself,
but succeeded only in hurting his sensitive chest.

Giles groaned. "Bloody marvelous."

THE END