November 10, 2006
4,858 words
Written for Antennapedia as a thank you for fixing The Island a few weeks ago. She wanted Giles/Xander smut, and a cameo by the Citroen.
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"We are lost."
"No, we're not!" Xander protested. He knew perfectly well where they-weren't, which still didn't mean they were lost. "I know it looks like we are, but-we're not."
"Xander, I'd much rather you admitted that you have no idea where we are, at which point I can offer my help in getting us out of wherever here is, than have you be so obstinate."
Xander was sure Giles hadn't meant that to sound as harsh as he'd heard it. Still, it stung, and he cut the ignition and banged his head on the steering wheel once. Better admit defeat than have Giles looking at him that way again. Like that time with the spell, and-yeah, Xander really, seriously, preferred not to think about that ever again. "I'm sorry."
"It's quite all right," Giles said, and this time, his voice was soft. He touched Xander's forearm, and his hand was so warm; Xander felt his heartbeat quicken, and wasn't that why he'd gotten them in this mess in the first place? "May I drive? I think I can find our way back to the main road, at the very least."
Xander nodded and undid his seatbelt. "I-I really didn't mean to get lost." All he'd wanted was to run that errand for his mom. Going to Giles had seemed like a good idea, because he could kill two birds with one stone and get something else off his chest at the same time. But now, he'd gotten himself and Giles lost in the middle of-some kind of forest, which hey, this was California, so of course they had forests. Xander couldn't see anything more than what the car's lights illuminated, and that was kind of scary.
And he really hoped they didn't have werewolves around, because it was way dark out there, and Xander was really bad at knowing if there was something dangerous around. Of course, the moon wouldn't be full for a couple more days, so werewolves weren't a possibility, really, but there could be something else out there, and it never hurt to be cautious.
"Xander?"
"Huh?"
"Have you heard a word I've said just now?"
"Huh?" It was there again, that tone of voice that Xander hated because it made him feel like he was about ten inches tall. And for some reason, he always hated it the most when Giles was using it. His father, he didn't really care; his mom, it stung; his friends, it hurt; Giles? Way worse. Like, in the even worse than infinitely worse category. Way out there worse.
"I said: I'm quite sure you had good intentions, or you wouldn't have asked for the car in the first place, but as I don't know what they are, I can't empathize. For now, I'd just really rather find my way home than dwell on why we're stranded in the middle of-wherever here is."
"Okay," Xander whispered, and climbed out of the car. Giles did the same, and they exchanged places. He sat down, and just watched outside into the dark, staring at the tree leaves-it really was fascinating, you know, the way they moved with the wind and stuff, way more interesting than thinking about Giles and how upset he was, and how Xander had screwed it up yet again-and Giles turned the car on, and Xander heard him mutter something that sounded like 'I knew this was a bad idea.'
Oh yeah, way out there with the worse.
"My car? Why would you want to borrow my car?"
Xander shrugged. "My uncle Rory took his car back, so I don't have one, and I need one right now. It's-it's kind of important."
"So you've said." Giles picked up his keys from the table by the door and looked at Xander, who was standing a little farther inside. "I'd like to know why. What is so important that you'd ask me for my car? Especially considering that you don't actually like my car."
"Well," Xander said, tilting his head. "It's not a perfect model of automotive-erm, yeah, it's not the best car ever, but it's got wheels. And I kinda need wheels to get where I want to go."
Giles just looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and jangling the keys in his hand.
"Erm, yeah, so-you can, you know, you can come with, if you don't trust me."
"Tell me where you need to go," Giles asked again, picking up his coat and putting it on. He had no idea what Xander had to do that was so important that he'd actually come all the way over here just to ask him for his car, but Giles would be a lot more comfortable driving Xander there than letting him take the car himself.
"I-uh, I'll need to drive, because I'm really bad at giving directions, and I don't actually know the name of the street, and it's not like you know your way around," Xander said, head bowed.
Giles groaned and waved Xander out of the apartment. "All right." He locked the door and then gave the keys to Xander. "How long will this 'errand' take?"
Xander gave him a short smile, and then licked his lips. "About-erm, half an hour to get there? And I guess another half hour to come back. So-maybe an hour and a half? Two hours tops?"
Giles let out a short sigh and climbed into the passenger seat. Truly not what he'd been planning to do with his evening. And Xander's insecure look did not bode well at all.
"Xander, perhaps you should settle on a radio station, and keep your eyes on the road? Or let me handle the controls?" Giles really would much rather not have any music at all, at this point. Xander's choice in 'entertainment' wasn't anything Giles liked, and the insufferable melodies were possibly the reason for the headache that was wedging itself in between Giles' eyes. They'd been on the road for twenty minutes, and Xander had possibly changed stations just as many times.
"All right, Giles, you can choose, but nothing like classical. That just sends me right to sleep."
Xander had conceded defeat a bit too fast, and Giles looked at him suspiciously. But Xander had his eyes on the road, and seemed totally absorbed by that task. Giles shut down the radio and sighed. "This racket was giving me a headache."
"Oh. Sorry."
Now, he sounded concerned, and Giles frowned again. "Are you all right?"
"What? Oh, I'm fine, but you weren't, and I'm sorry."
"I'll be fine." Giles looked out at the road and the houses they were passing by. They had just left the main street that crossed both this town-the name of which Giles didn't know-and Sunnydale. "How much longer? Do you know?"
"Not very long. I just have to turn-here, and then it's right at the third light. I think."
It was the 'I think' that alerted Giles to how bad of an idea this really was. "You aren't sure?"
Xander looked at him, and then back at the road. "I-uh-I usually come here during the day, so-"
Bloody brilliant.
Of course, it could only get worse, and half an hour later, when Xander told Giles for the thirtieth time that he was sure it was 'just around the corner', Giles sighed, and shook his head. He truly should have known better than to agree to let Xander drive at all.
On the other hand, he really did like Xander's company, and as much as he hated spending hours in a car, with no idea of where they were going, or how they were supposed to get there, Giles still couldn't find himself as annoyed with Xander as he should.
Bad idea, a truly bad idea on his part, of course, letting this happen. Xander had no clue what he was doing at all, and it was apparent that he was completely lost.
Giles should have taken the driver's seat when they'd left, instead of agreeing to Xander driving. They would probably not be in this mess, and Giles wouldn't be squinting, trying to see in the darkness of the forest that now surrounded them. Xander had stopped now, and Giles sighed.
"Do you-do you have a map? Not that we're lost or anything, but I just want to make sure this road actually leads to where we're going."
Giles didn't believe that for a minute. "No, I don't have a map, Xander, I thought you knew where you were heading."
"I did-I do! I just-need a little help."
"Perhaps you should admit that you're lost?"
Xander just shook his head at that, and Giles sighed again. Of course, the boy had to look completely enticing now, just to make matters worse. Giles had spent the past two years scolding himself for finding a teenage boy attractive. It seemed to work, for the most part; he'd stopped fantasizing after a while, even if the feelings weren't completely gone. But now, with Xander's graduation fast approaching, it seemed to become harder-pun very much intentional-to keep him out of his mind.
"We are lost," Giles said, perhaps just a little too harshly, trying to keep his own emotions under control.
"No, we're not! I know it looks like we are, but-we're not."
"Xander," Giles sighed, and continued, his tone dry and cutting, "I'd much rather you admitted that you have no idea where we are, at which point I can offer my help in getting us out of wherever here is, than have you be so obstinate."
No, Giles really hadn't meant to sound as unkind as he had sounded, to his ears, at least, but it worked in making him feel more annoyed than embarrassed for his thoughts, and that was all he needed at this point. Being-in this state, while in the same car as Xander, would certainly be the worst idea of all.
Giles had taken the driver's seat and managed to turn the car around without too much damage. He was sure there would be at least a few scratches from the branches he had knocked into, but at least he hadn't run into a tree. It took less than ten minutes to drive out of the woods they'd been stranded in for a half-hour. Xander was still looking out of his window, dejected; Giles wished he knew what to say to make that expression disappear from his face, but he didn't. And so he drove.
Down the hill, and back into the city, and Xander was sitting up and biting his lower lip. "Xander-" Giles had no idea what would make Xander feel better, but he figured he should try to say something. "Do you want to put some music on?" Another bad idea, of course. This evening was stacked with bad ideas, and there would probably be worse ones before they got home, but this one seemed to make Xander smile, at the very least.
"No, it's okay. Bad enough that I got us lost, wouldn't want to give you a headache when just finding our way home is going to do that."
"It'll be fine, Xander, you-you'll make it up to me." Giles smiled, turning to the right, in the direction of where he thought the main street was.
"Yeah, and how will I do that?"
"I'm sure you'll find a way." Giles would not tell him how he'd hope Xander would pay him back, of course, because that would be very, very illegal. Unless Xander waited a few more months, but Giles would still not mention it. He shifted in his seat, cursing himself mentally for the images that the simple idea brought to his mind.
He drove aimlessly for a while, having obviously chosen the wrong direction to turn, because the main road was nowhere in sight. He was halfway through a theory on how the streets moved after they'd driven through them-sort of like a cursed labyrinth-when Xander grabbed his arm, which renewed the silent cursing.
"Oh! Wait!"
Giles stopped the car, and turned to Xander, squirming ever so slightly in his seat. Dear God, he hoped Xander didn't notice anything. It would be terribly embarrassing if he did.
"I think it's here. Yes, I'm pretty sure that's Mr. Fried." Xander pointed to the left at a house just a little off from the road. All the lights were on, and someone was sitting on the porch, smoking.
"Fried?"
Xander bit his lip. "No, erm... Fritz? Could it be Fritz? He's my mom's friend from work."
Giles had managed to move them out of the woods, and back into civilization again. As far as Xander could tell right now, he'd missed a light, and that was how he'd gotten lost. But now he wasn't lost anymore, and there was Mr. Fritz, even though it was totally accidental that they'd even been on this street, because Giles hadn't known how to get back on the main road that led to Sunnydale, and they'd been driving around in circles for a good half-hour now.
"Go, then, and perhaps you should ask him for directions?" Giles didn't sound as annoyed as Xander figured he should be, considering. He even gave Xander a smile before Xander climbed out of the tiny space that was Giles' passenger seat.
"Mr. Fritz?"
"Alexander!" The man threw his cigarette away, and stood. "Your mother called two hours ago. I didn't think you were going to make it."
"Yeah-we kinda had a problem where we-erm, got lost?"
Mr. Fritz laughed, reaching on the porch steps for a small package. "Here, there's the stuff your mom needs for tomorrow. Tell her I'm sure her it'll be fine."
Xander had no idea what it was, or why his mom needed it, but at this point, he didn't care. He'd wanted to help, because his dad was-where he went when he wasn't home for a week at a time, and Mom needed those things for tomorrow, and Mr. Fritz didn't have a car. He picked up the box and tucked it under his arm. "I will. Do-could you, like, tell me how we get back on the main road? 'Cause we've been driving in circles for half an hour, and it's starting to drive my friend nuts."
Mr. Fritz laughed again; it kinda grated on Xander's nerves, but he still gave a tense smile. Next time, Mom could totally run her own errands. Never mind the fact that she didn't have her driver's license-something about forgetting to pay too many parking tickets, which Xander had a good idea was Dad's fault, but it wasn't any of his business.
Mr. Fritz wrote down some directions on a corner of the box, and Xander said goodnight and climbed back in the car. "I think I know how to get home now."
"I truly hope you do." Giles smiled, though, and so Xander didn't take it too badly. Giles couldn't be that mad if he was smiling. "Now, where to?"
This time, Xander got them lost on purpose. He did have Mr. Fritz's directions, but he'd given the wrong ones to Giles, because-well, because this whole thing was really just a machination to get Giles alone, somewhere. Sure, Xander hadn't really wanted to admit that, but going home right away would have felt like a failure, and Xander had enough failures for the day.
"Xander? Are we back in the forest again? Are you sure these are the correct direc-"
"No."
"What?"
Uh-oh. The annoyed tone again. Xander had better think of an excuse, and fast. "Erm, I just-" Damn it, he couldn't lose his cool, not now. Or, you know, ever, but not now would be a good place to start. "I did it on purpose."
"Oh." Giles looked at him with just an eyebrow raised, and Xander could feel all his blood rushing to his face. "Well?"
"Huh?"
"I imagine you have something on your mind, if you're so intent on making sure I don't go home any time soon?"
Oh yeah, Xander really did have something on his mind, and it had been on his mind pretty much ever since he thought that his mom's errand was a good excuse to go to Giles, and ask for his help, and then maybe-"Oh yes, but you're probably going to think it's stupid." Except, maybe not, because Xander had noticed all the squirming Giles had been doing for the past-oh-hour or so, and Xander had been a teenage boy long enough to know what squirming in your seat meant.
"Perhaps, but again, I'd much rather know what it is, than have to imagine it."
Imagine, huh? "I uh-" Oh yeah, really smooth, Xander, now try it again, with actual words. "I thought, you know, you and I-" Words seemed to be eluding him, and Xander closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe actions would be better.
He turned slightly on his seat, to face Giles, and looked down at his hand, not able to meet Giles' gaze as he lifted it and placed it on Giles' thigh. "God, that's probably the worst idea I've ever had."
"T-that depends on-on what you intend to do now."
Giles sounded breathless, and a bit shocked, but there was no hint of 'annoyed' or 'angry' or 'not happy', so Xander licked his lips and moved his hand higher, brushing the inside of Giles' thigh, until he was just a few centimeters away from his crotch. Bad idea, maybe, but Giles Junior seemed to think it was a really good idea, if the tent in Giles' pants was anything to go by, which meant Xander had been totally right about the whole squirming thing.
"Xander-"
"Don't-unless you really don't want this to happen, or you have a really good reason for stopping this, like there's a cop car right behind us or something, don't say anything, because I'm going to freak out, and you're going to pass up on the opportunity of being the first guy I ever give a blow job to in a car. Or you know, anywhere." And that seemed to be the right thing to say, even with all the babble, because Giles was shuddering under Xander's hand, but he wasn't saying anything, and he wasn't stopping Xander either.
Getting Giles' cock out of his pants proved to be kind of a problem, because there wasn't a lot of space to move in. But Xander worked it out, and damn, Giles' cock was bigger than he'd imagined. He was salivating, which would be embarrassing, except he knew it was a lot better than having a dry mouth at this point.
"Let-let me," Giles said, breathless, and Xander let go of his cock, pulling back a little while Giles slanted his seat back. Oh yeah, that was a good idea.
Xander kneeled on his seat, trying to forget about the gear poking him in the stomach as he bent down again. Not all that comfortable, but so damn hot; his cock was already hard and aching in his pants. The small pain was just distracting enough that Xander wouldn't be coming the moment he wrapped his mouth around Giles' cock. Which really, would have pushed the embarrassment to its limit.
Xander wrapped his hand back around the hard shaft, and pumped it once, twice, slowly, just trying to get a feel for the weight and the length of it. Both of which were, really, impressive-at least, for Xander they were.
"Xander-"
"No stopping," he said, quickly, not haltering the movement of his hand. Any second now, he would actually bring his mouth down.
"No-no, I definitely hope you have no-no plan of-of stopping this, but if you keep doing this, you might not even ha-have the time to-oh, damn-doing anything more. With all the fantasizing I've been doing, your-your touch is-quite arousing."
Oh-Oh damn, that was hot. The thought that Giles had been fantasizing about this, about Xander doing this, that was hot. Seriously hot. And yeah, the pain wasn't really doing its fair share of distracting anymore.
And now Giles' hand was on the back of his neck, and he was guiding him down. Xander licked his lips and opened his mouth, holding Giles' cock steady as he took the head in and sucked. He hadn't expected it to taste bad, really, but he really hadn't expected it to taste good, either. Like something Xander would totally want to try again, which was good-or bad, depending on how the 'talk' they would have after this went.
"Bloody hell," Giles muttered, and his hand moved down Xander's back, just as Xander decided that taking more in would be a good thing.
He opened his mouth more, and pursed his lips, closing his eyes and going down, taking as much as he could in before pulling back, and then down again. Not that hard, really-unless you counted Giles' cock, and his own, which were both really, really hard. Giles' other hand settled on Xander's head, and was moving softly into Xander's hair, making him shiver, even as Giles moved the other up and down his back.
"Yes, you're doing good, Xander, very good."
God, Giles sounded so dirty, and if his hand could just go a little lower, Xander would probably be in heaven right now. Oh, yeah, heaven. Xander pushed back against Giles' hand, which was now settled on his ass cheek, and damn, that felt good. Xander kept bobbing his head up and down, Giles helping him keep the rhythm steady but not hurrying him at all, and Xander moved his hand in time with his mouth.
The hand on Xander's ass started rubbing and caressing, grabbing at Xander through his pants, becoming more and more urgent, and Xander was already so close that it really wouldn't take much longer before he came-
And then Giles stopped. He pulled Xander's head out of his lap, and took his hand away. "Take off your pants-at least, pull them down."
Xander could totally do that, and so he did, sat up as much as he could, and fumbled with his belt and zipper, not able to take his eyes away from Giles' cock, and Giles' hand which was now stroking his cock, and God he wanted to put his mouth there again. Xander moaned when his cock sprang out of his jeans, finally, and he pulled down his pants to his knees. "Is that-?"
"Perfect," Giles said, sounding breathless again, and he let go of his cock, and grabbed Xander's head again, pulling him back down into his lap.
Giles' hand was sliding down slowly across Xander's bare hips, raising goosebumps and making Xander moan. God, Giles knew exactly where to touch to make him go insane, which, hello, he probably had a lot more experience doing this than Xander had. Which was really, really hot.
Xander bobbed his head up and down, faster, his free hand slipping down into Giles' pants and cupping his balls, rolling and squeezing.
"Yes, Xander, that's a good lad," Giles whispered Xander let go of his cock to look up, and Giles was looking straight at him and licking his lips, and then his hand was on Xander's bare ass and grasping at the flesh.
Xander pushed back into the touch and moaned, darting his tongue out to lick the tip of Giles' leaking erection, before taking it into his mouth again. He didn't want this to end, but if Giles kept touching him that way-one hand on his head, urging him to pick up the pace, and the other on his ass, caressing and gripping and damn spanking him-Xander wouldn't be able to last much longer. And if the way Giles' balls were drawing up was any clue, neither would he.
Another slap of Giles' hand on Xander's ass, and he moaned, louder this time, sucking harder on the head of Giles' cock, his eyes closing. Giles slapped him again, and then his hand moved back to Xander's hip, and down under him, and holy hot damn, Batman he was grabbing Xander's cock in his hand, so tight, and so good, stroking it in time with Xander's strokes.
"If-bloody hell-if you'd rather not swallow, now-now would be the time to pull back," Giles whispered, pulling on Xander's hair, but Xander wouldn't stop. He wanted to taste Giles, taste him completely, even if he was sure he was going to choke-because for a first time, this was going too well.
Giles grunted, his hand tightening on Xander's cock, but still stroking, and Xander couldn't think anymore, because he was coming and Giles was close and Xander had to swallow. Xander moaned low in his throat as he came, eyes fluttering close. He shuddered, Xander's whole body shivering with every pull of Giles' hand, milking the last of his orgasm out of him.
He was barely coming out of it when Giles groaned and clutched at Xander's head, holding him still. "Yes, Xander, now," he whispered. It took a second for Xander to start swallowing, his head still spinning, and then Giles was coming in his mouth, and this was probably the hottest thing ever.
He only choked at the end, when Giles' fingers were starting to relax on his scalp; he thought it was done, but it wasn't, and he choked as he pulled back, his hand leaving Giles' cock to cover his mouth as he coughed.
"Are you all right?"
Giles sounded concerned, but also dizzy, and Xander nodded, still coughing a bit. Giles' hand was slowly rubbing Xander's back under his shirt, and Xander finally caught his breath and looked up, face flushed, and hands shaking a bit. "Sorry."
"Whatever for?" Giles asked, and Xander smiled at the silly grin that was on Giles' lips-and he figured was now on his. "For a first time, this was rather-amazing, I'd say. Nothing to apologize for."
"I choked," Xander looked down at the mess he'd made when he'd come, half of it on his pants, the other half on the gear and the seat. "And made a mess."
Giles laughed, reaching over into the glove box and pulling a box of tissues out. "Here, let's clean you up."
Giles cleaned up the car, and Xander did his best with his pants, and then pulled them back up. He sat back down on his seat, and closed his eyes, his body still tingling. Yeah, Giles was right, that had been a pretty good first time. And hopefully, not a last time. He heard Giles shifting in his seat, and that's when he realized that Giles was still touching him-his arm, to be exact. Xander could feel his warmth, and he had the sudden urge to cuddle.
It seemed that Giles had the same idea, because he was reaching over and pulling Xander as close as the car would allow. "Xander, I'm-"
"Don't-don't say anything, because you could ruin it."
"Ruin what?"
"The afterglow?" Xander looked up, and Giles' eyes were smiling, and he was so handsome when he did that. Xander clutched at his arm and licked his lips, his eyes drifting down to Giles' mouth.
"I was going to say 'I'm going to kiss you, now,' but if you'd rather I don't say or do anything-"
"No! Kissing is good," Xander interrupted him, and moved closer, his lips barely an inch away from Giles'.
"I will kiss you, and then I'll take you home, where I expect we'll make good use of my bed. If-if you want, of course."
"Oh I want. Are you sure we'll make it home though, 'cause we're still lost." They were inching closer still, and Xander closed his eyes.
"I'll find the way home, I'm sure. The thought of you spread out on my bed will give me an extra incentive not to get further lost."
"Mmm, okay. Will you kiss me now?" Xander's lips was brushing against Giles' and they were warm, and Xander wanted to feel them pressed together, and he wanted Giles to slip his tongue inside-
And Giles did.