A Shot & A Shag
circa 2003
Based on a challenge posted by Gileswench on the WatcherGirls list.
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It had been a long time since they had met. Giles had been really surprised to hear Wesley's voice on the phone, asking to meet him for a drink. Curious, and slightly interested, the older watcher had borrowed Xander's car and left for the evening. When he had told Xander the reason for his request, Giles had been slightly intrigued at the embarrassed look the young man gave him but let it pass.
He parked the car in the near empty parking lot of the bar and got out, studying his surroundings. This definitely wasn't the kind of neighbourhood he'd expected. It looked dangerous. Even Giles wasn't sure he'd want to be alone around there at night.
He entered the bar and looked around, happy to see Wesley was already there. The younger man wasn't looking at him, but at the glass in his hands. He seemed to be concentrating completely, but Giles could tell that he was nervous. And he certainly was different to what Giles expected.
"Hello Wesley." He said calmly. The other watcher looked up, still deep in his thoughts.
"Oh, hello Mr. Giles, please sit down." Wesley replied, his voice raw and low.
"Wesley, call me Giles... or Rupert." Giles took a second to take his coat off and sit down. "What happened to you? You sound as if someone had cut your throat." Giles chuckled, but stopped abruptly as Wesley bared his throat and showed his scar to the other man. "Oh dear Lord. I'm sorry Wesley, I didn't know. That was rude of me." He was about to say something else when Wesley interrupted him.
"It's all right, you didn't know." He said, almost whispering.
"I am still extremely sorry." Giles replied.
"You don't look so good yourself." The younger man continued. "Things have been rough in Sunnydale?"
"Yes. After Willow tried to end the world... but we really need a drink to talk about that. What are you having?"
"Whiskey." Wesley answered, emptying his glass in one gulp.
"All right, I'll have the same." Giles stood up and went to the bar, ordering two more whiskeys before going back to their table.
Three shots later, both men were starting to relax, at last. "You are saying that 'Angel!' has a child? That's ridiculous. I have never heard of a vampire having a child. It's simply impossible."
"Are you implying that I am lying?" Wesley seemed hurt at that thought.
"No! that's not what I am saying. Just that, it's intriguing, and quite impossible. But we both know that the impossible can and does happen. You say you have researched the meaning of this 'miracle child'? What have you found?"
"A prophecy. Another bloody prophecy." Wesley answered bitterly, as he drained his glass. "You want another shot?"
"Yes, sure." Giles went to stand, but Wesley stopped him.
"It's ok, I'll get the next round, you've paid for the last three, it's my turn." When he came back, the younger watcher was carrying six more glasses. He placed them on the table, three for each of them and set his spectacles beside them.
Giles did the same and then drowned the first of his shots. "Whiskey is the drink of Hell." He sighed.
"It burns like Hell you mean." Wesley replied, drowning his own drink. "So, I found this prophecy that said, The Father Will Kill The Son."
"And you assumed Angel would kill the child. Good deduction mate." Giles cheered, raising his second glass and then downing it.
Wesley looked surprised. "Well, yes. I kidnapped the kid, tried to leave the city, but someone caught me before I could and cut my throat, leaving me half dead in the park next to my house. She took the baby away. That was a bloody mess."
Wesley grimaced as the whiskey went down his throat. "Next thing I know, I'm on my own, and the child's a teenager. Oh, and the prophecy was false."
Giles sighed and put his glasses back on. "You're always getting yourself into some major mess. Is it in your blood?" He played with the last glass and frowned. "Those glasses aren't mine."
"Sure they are, mine are here. Only one whiskey to go." Wesley replied, looking at Giles like he had grown horns.
"No, I mean the spectacles, they aren't mine." Giles sighed and took them off. "I can't see properly with those."
Wesley chuckled. "That would be because they are mine."
Not knowing how to react, Giles finally joined Wesley into a fit of drunken laughter.
Both men kept laughing until they couldn't breathe. As they stopped a companionable silence settled and for a while, they just sat there, sipping their last drink. When the glasses were empty, Wesley stood up, weaving drunkenly and went to the bar yet again. He came back with two beers and a pack of peanuts. "Thought we'd had enough of whiskey. Beer is quite good. It's Guinness."
Giles nodded and took a handful of peanuts. He slowly chewed on them and time seemed to slow down for Wesley as he watched Giles' throat muscles swallowing the salty peanuts offered by the barman.
The younger man felt his throat tighten in expectation and his mouth opened. He was almost drooling.
"Wesley? Why don't you eat your own nuts and stopped drooling over mine?"
Wesley looked away, shocked. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." He stopped, not able to finished, and closed his eyes as he gulped down half of his beer.
Giles smiled and gulped down his beer. He grinned evilly at Wesley. "So, now that we are both quite drunk," He stopped, leaning in towards the other man. "we could start talking about more... personal matters." He finished, smiling drunkenly.
Wesley choked and looked at his companion. "Like what?"
"I know you speak a lot of different languages, both demon and human, can you speak the 'language of love' Wesley?" Giles asked huskily. "Because I could teach you."
Wesley's eyes opened wide and he stopped breathing. "I... huh... I... huh... maybe." He choked.
"I do speak this language quite fluently. Do you want to be my student?" The older man scoot his chair closer to Wesley's and started talking in his ear.
Wesley was at a loss for words. He looked at Giles and what he saw in the man's eyes made him instantly hard.
"Have you ever been with a man before Wesley?" Giles's voice drifted in the younger man's ear like a dream.
"Huh... yes. I... I have actually." Wesley answered, finally able to hold on to something he knew.
"Tell me?"
Wesley gulped. He wasn't sure Giles wanted to know about THAT particular time, especially considering WHO had been Wesley's partner. "Huh. Maybe we should... go somewhere else. I have... a room, in a hotel, just a few minutes away."
Giles instantly stood up. "What are we waiting for?"
As they were making their way out of the bar, both of them holding onto each other, one of the bartenders stopped them. "Hey! You're not driving are you?"
"No." Wesley answered. Giles looked at him.
"But I have Xander's car. I can't leave it here." He whined drunkenly and chuckled as Wesley blushed. "What's it with you and Xander?" He shook his head. "Blushing virgins." He muttered.
The bartender looked closely at them. "You're not driving. Don't worry about your car, it'll be fine in the parking lot for the night. Come back tomorrow... when the hangover's gone." He followed the men out and watched as they left, singing loudly. He shook his head and went back in.
"This is it." Wesley muttered as they entered the small hotel room.
Giles looked around at the mess and whistled. "Good God, this is messy. What happened to your prissy self?" He chuckled.
Wesley looked at him and shook his head. "I'm in no mood for that. You wanted a tale back in the bar. I am in the mood for that. But are you sure you really want to hear it?" He asked, with a glimpse of mischief in his eyes.
Giles looked back at him, smiling evilly. "Go on. I'm all ears."
"Well, it was that summer after we... er, you, defeated the mayor. I had become a 'rogue demon hunter'. I'd been following a group of demons for a few days and I ended up in a little town..."
*** Oxnard summer 1999
Wesley cheered inside. He had finally killed the demons and was now ready for some rest. He entered the slightly crowded bar and made his way to the counter.
"What can I get you?" The bartender asked, absently.
Wesley turned towards him, the voice seeming strangely familiar. "Xander!" He exclaimed, shocked to see the young man.
Xander's eyes widened and he smiled. "Wesley, how's your head?" He asked cheerfully, but still nervous. There was something about the older man that always sent shivers through his spine. Especially now. Wearing leather and sitting at a bar, his hair windblown.
"My head is quite all right, thanks for your concern. What are you doing in Oxnard?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
They talked for hours, as Xander continued to serve customers. Finally, the bar was about to close when Xander made his first mistake.
"Do you have anywhere to go? From what you told me, I'd guess not."
"You're right, I have nowhere to spend the night."
"Well, you can stay with me. My room's not big, but there'll be enough room for you on the floor."
Wesley smiled and paid his drinks, waiting for Xander to finish cleaning up. From their conversation, he knew the younger man didn't have a car, so he offered him a ride on his bike. By the time they arrived at the motel room Xander called his, they were both strongly affected by the vibrations of the motorcycle.
***
"It just happened I guess. We went to his room and within 15 minutes we were both naked..."
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"Xander, have you ever done this before?" Wesley asked gently.
"No. But you'll show me right?" The young man asked, nervous.
"Sure." The ex-watcher answered, wrapping his arms around Xander, pulling him in for a bruising kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Xander was panting. "Wow. Cordy told me you didn't know how to kiss. Well, you've just proved her wrong."
Wesley blushed. "Yes well, I have far more experience with men than I have with women."
"I should've known." Xander teased. "Now, how does it work?"
"Do you want me to... take you, or would you prefer to...er... take me?" Wesley asked, blushing furiously. He might not have been a virgin, but talking about it was another matter.
"Take you?" Xander asked huskily. "How about I fuck you? Fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit on your bike for the next week?"
Wesley shivered in excitement. "Well, I guess that could be arranged." He replied.
Xander let his eyes wander over the naked body in front of him and felt a wave of lust flood through him. It was the first time he'd seen a man naked, but it sure wasn't the first time he had thought about this. He slowly reached for the hard cock and gently started running his fingers up and down the shaft.
Wesley moaned and arched his body into the touch. "Oh yeah."
"So, Wesley, you want me to fuck you? Tell me? Tell me how much you want my hard cock pushing into your tight hole."
Wesley's eyes opened wide in excitement. He started panting and his eyes turned dark with lust. "I want you Xander. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
Xander himself could feel his control starting to slip. Wesley looked so hot. He reached in the nightstand and took a little leather cockring out, without even taking his hand off the other man's member. He could hear Wesley's harsh breath and it turned him on even more. He fitted the toy at the base of the older man's penis and squealed in pleasure at the look in Wesley's face as he registered his actions.
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"I have no idea WHY he had a cockring with him, but I didn't care. It felt wonderful. I never actually asked him..."
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"Fuck! Xander!" Wesley moaned.
"You like that don't you? Yeah, you do." Xander gently pushed Wesley backward onto the bed before straddling him. As he leaned over the other man, their erections brushed together. Xander stopped, a look of utter wonder on his face. "Wow. That feels great, doesn't it?" Wesley nodded and kept on moaning as Xander thrust against him, their lips meeting and then breaking apart.
"Are you... sure this is... your first time?" Wesley asked, breathless.
"Oh, yeah. It is. With a man at least. Been with Faith once... but that doesn't count. You're the first one I can play with. And I like this kind of power. Don't you?"
Wesley nodded and thrust upwards, trying to get as much friction on his burning member as he could.
"You won't get any release Wes. Not before I say you can." Xander said into Wesley's ear, biting and licking the sensitive flesh.
Moans drifted through the room as the two men explored each other's body. "Yeesss, Wes! That's feels so good!"
"Xander!"
For a while, they just explored without real purpose, Xander still straddling the other man's hips. Finally ready for more than just teasing touches, the younger man turned Wesley over. Xander kissed the pale neck, working slowly downwards, licking and nipping his way down Wesley's back towards his goal.
His hands caressed the soft flesh the other man's ass, as his mouth moved closer and closer. Wesley never stopped moaning, drawing a sharp intake of breath between each moan.
Suddenly all the stimulation was removed. Wesley writhed and moaned in frustration.
"What do you want Wes? tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you. In detail." Xander asked huskily, kneeling between Wesley's legs.
His eyes wide in anticipation, the older man answered. "Fuck me Xander. Open me up with your fingers and then fuck me senseless." He was too far gone to even blush at the words that were flooding out of his mouth. "Push your fingers into my ass, stretch me and prepare me for your big dick. Please. Xander." He moaned as he felt the hands return to his ass cheeks.
Xander couldn't wait anymore. Wesley's lustful voice was almost too much and he knew he had teased enough. He reached in the drawer and took a condom and lube out. He coated his fingers and gently started to tease the puckered hole. "You want this. You want me to open you up, to fuck you with my fingers until you beg for my cock." He rambled, his voice harsh with desire.
He carefully pushed one finger in and started a slow rhythm of in and out. Pleased by the sounds Wesley was making, Xander added a second, then a third finger. His pace became frantic as Wesley fucked himself on the young man's fingers.
"Oh Xander! More! Please, pleaseplease more! Ahhh, yes. Please, more! I... Oh God, I need more."
Wesley's incessant rambling was driving Xander crazy. He couldn't wait any longer. He put the condom on and positioned himself at Wes' entrance. And then he stopped moving.
"Fuck, Xander! Don't stop!" Wesley whimpered. "Bloody hell! Fuck me hard! Push your hard cock in my hole Xander. Now. Please. Oh fuck, please!"
Xander carressed the soft flesh of Wesley's ass for a few seconds before he thrust himself forward, pushing his cock deep into Wesley's hole.
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Wesley's hands were now roaming across his now bare chest. He knew Giles was aroused by the tale, he could tell by the look in the other man's eyes. "Xander is a fierceful lover. As he fucked me, I could feel nothing but him. It was..."
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"Oh God! Wesley! You feel so fucking good!" Xander groaned as he slowly withdrew and then thrust forward again. "You're so tight, so hot, so beautiful!" He moaned.
"Yes! Xander. Fuck me, God help me, fuck me hard. Harder! Yes." Wesley rocked back and forth, forcing Xander deeper into him. "God! Faster! Ahhh, so good!" He couldn't stop moaning.
Xander thrust faster and harder into Wesley, now pounding with all his power into the tight hole. "Fuck! Wes, I'm gonna cum. That's it, make me cum, make me cum."
Wesley contracted his muscles around the other man's cock, riding him through his orgasm. Xander groaned and shook as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. "Fuck, yeah." He moaned as he kept on fucking Wesley, riding through the last of his orgasm.
Finally spent, he withdrew and put the condom into the carbage can. He fell onto the bed, sighing in contentment. "Wow. That was awesome." He said, smirking as he looked at Wesley.
The other man nodded, but couldn't speak. Realising what the problem was, Xander pushed Wesley onto his back and looked at his cock. "Need help with that?" He asked, looking at the pulsing member, now a deep red from being denied his release. Wesley nodded. "Tell me?"
"Let me cum." The ex-watcher's voice was harsh and low. "Please. I need to cum."
Xander smiled. "You've been a very good boy. You deserve a reward." He bent his head and captured Wesley's lips in a deep searing kiss, while his hand wandered downward, unfastening the cockring and taking it away, while at the same time, not really touching the hard flesh.
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"And then he took me into his mouth and sucked on the head of my cock. I was lost. I came so hard, I thought I would never come back from the edge. I kept coming and coming and he tried to swallow it all. Some drifted on his cheek, but what had fallen on my chest, he licked, moving back up towards my mouth. He kissed me, sharing my own cum. I licked his cheeks clean and then we just stayed there, panting. After a while, we took a shower and then went to sleep. The next morning, I left before he woke up, leaving him a note. I never spoke to him again after, but this night was the best night I've ever had in quite a while." Wesley stopped and looked at Giles. The other watcher was panting and looked completely and utterly aroused.
Giles took a deep breath and sat down on the bed next to Wesley's semi-naked form. "That was... quite a tale." He took off his glasses and put them on the nightstand. "I must admit that despite my age, I have had some... naughty thoughts about Xander myself quite a few times. He is a very nice looking young man to say the least."
"Oh yeah, that he is." Wesley replied, running his hand up and down Giles' thigh. "How about we take this shirt off of you, you must be hot under there."
"Oh, I am hot. But not just under my shirt. This tale of yours made me harder than I've been in quite a while." Giles smirked and took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor where Wesley's own shirt had been tossed earlier.
"How long as it been since YOUR last time Rupert?" Wesley asked, as his hand continued his journey from Giles' thigh a little 'upper' and he brushed his fingers over the other man's obvious erection.
"A... ahhhh, yes... a long time." Giles answered, moaning at the feel of Wesley's fingers. "About... ahhhh... fifteen years... ahhhh... ago."
"Mmm, and who was it?" Wesley asked again, his mouth now following his hand, as he kissed the clothed erection.
"Ah fuck, Wes! Er... a friend... ahhhh, yes... Randall." Giles sighed and moaned, as Wesley was now mouthing his still clothed cock. "That's so good Wes."
"Tell me what happened with your friend." Wesley asked, withdrawing his mouth and unfastening his own pants.
Giles moaned in frustration and then shook his head, trying to clear the fog of pleasure that had settled in. "We... only once. He died. Three days later, because of a demon that we had raised. I would prefer not to speak of him."
Wesley stopped all movement and looked a Giles. "I'm sorry Rupert." He whispered. "I didn't know."
"It's all right, now, can we go on with what you were doing? It really felt amazing." Giles smiled encouragingly. He might not want to talk about his past, but he really wanted what was happening in the present.
Wesley nodded and quickly shed his pants, while Giles did the same. Naked and hard they looked at each other, now suddenly shy. Giles walked to Wesley and started roaming his hands over the other man's chest and back, slowly, sensually, his mouth now nipping at his earlobe.
"So. You are a sub. Care to show me?" He asked huskily in Wesley's ear.
The younger man shivered and nodded. "Everything you want."
"You won't touch yourself, except if I ask you to. And you do whatever I ask. Is that all right?"
"Yes." Wesley answered, his eyes darkened with lust. He loved to be ordered around during sex.
"On your knees then." Giles ordered, pushing Wesley down. "Suck me."
Wesley did as he was told. He knelt in front of the other man and took the cock deep into his mouth. He licked and sucked at it like a lollipop, all the while looking directly into Giles' eyes.
"Fuck yes." The older man moaned and moaned repeatedly. "You're such a good cocksucker. Ahhhh... yesss." Giles fisted his hands in Wesley's hair and urged him to go faster. Suddenly, he stopped and withdrew his cock from the other's mouth.
"What...?" Wesley asked, looking lost.
Giles helped Wesley to stand up and leaned closer. "I want to cum inside of you Wesley. Don't you want to feel me in your ass?"
"Oh God. Yes." Wesley moaned in answer, before going to retrieve lube and a condom from the bathroom. The sight that greeted him as he came back took his breath away. Giles was sprawled on the bed, one hand running over his chest, teasing his nipples, while the other was squeezing his balls, then slowly moving up and down his engorged member. Wesley stood staring for a moment before Giles looked up at him and smiled sensually.
"Come over here Wesley." The younger man did as he was asked, walking to the bed. As soon as he was within reach, Giles gripped his arm and pushed him on the bed. The next thing Wesley knew, he was laying on his stomach, Giles hands carressing his ass cheeks and the older man was doing wonderful things with his mouth and tongue.
"Oh God." Wesley moaned, shocked.
"You're gonna ride me Wesley. I want to see your face when I come in you. But first, I need to prepare you, get you ready for my cock."
First one, then two lubbed fingers worked their way into Wesley's hole, stretching him. "Oh, God, please moremoremore. Giles! Oh... that feels so good. Aahhh! do that again. Oh yeah."
After a few more minutes of stretching and a third finger, Giles couldn't wait anymore. "Is that enough Wesley? or do you want to wait more? Do you want my cock now?"
"Oh fuck yes! I want your cock in me." Wesley moaned.
Giles stroke the other man's prostate one last time before laying down on his back. "Put the condom on me." He ordered.
Wesley moaned at the last and took a few seconds to recollect his thoughts before he took the condom and sensuously drapped it over Giles' erection. The other man moaned, his hands caressing Wesley's back and dropping to his hole, gently rubbing on the stretched hole.
Wesley coated Giles' member and then waited.
"Good boy." Giles moaned at Wesley's submission. Without words, he helped him straddle his chest. "Take my dick in your hand and lower yourself on it."
Wesley took a hold of the other man's erection, placing it at his entrance and then sank on it. As it filled him, Wesley's eyes shot open and he moaned loudly.
"Yeeah, just like that. You're so tight Wesley."
Giles placed his hands on Wesley's hips, and thrust upward, not able to stop himself. Both men moaned even louder at the sensation. Now overcome by lust, their pace became frantic. They thrust up and down in a hard and fast rythm, wanting release. Suddenly, drawing his last reserves, Giles stopped all movement, gripping Wesley's hips bruisingly.
Wesley looked at him, dazed.
Giles took a deep breath and shivered. "I want you... to touch yourself. Touch your cock. Stroke it."
Wesley moaned and wrapped his hand over his hard member, just has Giles started to thrust in him again. Working on his cock and thrusting up and down on Giles' member Wesley got closer and closer to his orgasm. Feeling the muscles around his cock tighten, Giles looked at Wesley. "Cum. Cum all over me, yes Wes. Cum."
Wesley didn't need to be told twice. He moaned as his orgasm swept through him. He came and came all over the older man's chest, all the while still thrusting on Giles' cock.
Overcome by the sudden tightness of Wesley's hole and by the sight of the other man coming over him, Giles followed his lover into completion. He thrust upward, hard, his orgasm washing through him. Wesley collapsed on top of Giles and they kept on thrusting against each other as their orgasms subsided.
Finally spent, breathless, they untangled themselves, Giles taking off the condom, while Wesley retrieved a cloth from the bathroom. The younger man cleaned them both before coming back into bed, laying down beside his new lover.
They looked at each other and smiled. "That was awesome Wesley."
"Yes, I do agree. We must do that again... sometime."
"Sooner rather than later." Giles added smirking, as he wrapped his arms around the other man's chest.
"Yes. that would be wonderful." Wesley sighed. His head laid on Giles's chest, he could feel his heartbeat. "I'd rather not let you walk out that door tomorrow morning." He whispered, sleep treathening to swap him away.
"I was looking for a reason to stay in California. I guess I found one." Giles replied sleepily.
Both smiling, they drifted off to sleep. A nice, dream filled sleep. Dreams of the many nights to come.
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