September 22, 2006
600 words (six 100 words drabbles)
Written for slash_100
Prompts: 001 - Beginnings, 008 - Weeks, 004 - Firsts, 038 - Dinner, 032 - Sunset, 078 - Discovery (in that order)
Title and section quotes taken from Tim Rushlow's 'I Can't Be Your Friend'.
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It didn't begin the way Xander had expected it. Not that he had been expecting anything in particular. The phone calls they had exchanged while Xander had been in Africa had changed everything. They had gone from business to social to personal. Until they had shared secrets nobody else had known about.
Xander's nervous admission had led to Giles' support, and an admission of his own.
It wasn't that Giles was bisexual that surprised Xander; Ethan had been an obvious clue. No, what had been surprising was the admission that followed.
Giles liked Xander. Possibly more than liked him.
They had dodged the question for weeks after that, talking about everything, always edging closer to the subject, but Giles hadn't been able to ask again. Xander's surprise had been obvious. Giles himself had been shocked after he'd realized exactly what he had said. He hadn't meant to speak of his feelings. Not yet. Possibly never.
The plane had landed almost an hour ago. Xander couldn't be far, now, and Giles was already at a loss for words. He had tried to prepare himself for Xander's arrival, but it seemed that no amount of preparation was enough to be ready.
The first time they kissed was in the airport parking lot.
Giles had been a real gentleman when Xander had arrived, taking Xander's luggage and leading him outside. Giles had made small talk: the weather, the traffic, Xander's flight. Xander just smiled and answered the questions, feeling relieved.
When the suitcase was loaded in the car's trunk, Xander took both of Giles' hands and pulled him closer. "I'm happy to see you," he whispered, his voice shaking, his whole body just waiting for the next moment, waiting for Giles.
And Giles leaned down over him, and pressed their lips together.
They stopped for dinner on the way home. Xander had expressed a desire for food, and Giles knew just the place. A small pub on the outskirts of the city. They slid into a booth near the back.
While they waited for their food, Giles reached for Xander's hand. It was quite possibly childish, but Giles couldn't stop touching him. Xander covered Giles' hand with both of his and squeezed.
It all felt so natural. Almost frighteningly so. Giles didn't care. Xander was here, even more handsome than Giles remembered. His face lit by a grin that matched Giles' own.
The sun was setting by the time they made it back to Bath. The air was crisp, and the sky was clear. It had been a long time since Xander had let himself appreciate a good sunset.
They sat on the stairs, Giles' arms immediately wrapping around Xander's shoulders. With a soft, content smile, Xander leaned his head against Giles' shoulder, watching the colours melt on the horizon. There was something so safe about Giles' touch, something that felt a bit like home.
"It's beautiful," Xander whispered, twisting his head to look at Giles, and he smiled.
"So are you."
Giles was lying down on the guest bed, Xander head pillowed against his shoulder, their clothes scattered across the room. Xander's breathing was slow and even, his leg hooked over Giles'.
Discovering Xander's body, his skin, his cock, every inch of him, had been a delight; and the sounds he made- Giles hadn't lasted long, and neither had Xander. They'd been waiting too long for this to last at all.
Giles' plan had been to help Xander settle in the guest room, and then leave for his own bed. He had forgotten one thing.
Things rarely went according to plan.