Title: Guitar Lessons
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Giles/Xander
Spoilers: none really
*Warnings*: none really, I think Xander's of a legal age at the time this is set.
Word Count: 2,098

Summary: He can't help the way Giles makes him feel.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. And I'm totally not making a profit.
Author's Note: amayaris left me this prompt - Giles! Xander! Listening to music. Or Giles teaching him to play the gitar. and hotness and steamy-like?

I've set this in some random ambiguous place, so it could be in High School, or after... Whatever floats your boat.



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Xander tries to hide the shiver that races up his spine when Giles curls up close behind him to reposition his fingers on the chords. When he'd asked Giles to show him a few notes on the guitar, Xander hadn't realized how close they'd have to be.

He loves it. And he hates it.

The guitar in his lap hides the soft pulse of his erection, but nothing can hide the flush in his cheeks or the sweat beading on his upper lip.

He feels younger than he's ever felt with Giles before. Like the horny teenage boy he is, only worse. Like maybe this is the first time he's ever had an unwanted erection and the words 'hard on' and 'loser' are synonymous.

He can't help the way Giles makes him feel. He never can. His crush is hopelessly ridiculous, or ridiculously hopeless, but Xander has never been able to rid himself of the rush Giles' presence always brings.

Xander can't even pinpoint why Giles makes him so hard. His accent? His glasses? The way his hands sometimes linger on Xander's shoulder? Maybe just the weight and warmth of them? Xander can catalog every minute touch, no matter how fleeting. He doesn't know why, he just knows that Giles does something to him. Something that makes Xander crazy and stupid. Something that makes Xander want.

He purposely fumbles the guitar, losing his place and making a god awful racket.

Giles grimaces, then moves to wrap his arms around Xander again, manipulating Xander's limp fingers with ease.

"I, uh," Xander clears his throat, trying to find his voice again. "I guess I suck, huh?"

"I wouldn't quite say that."

Out of the corner of his eye, Xander sees Giles' lips curl into a small smile.

Giles' warmth is seeping into his back and Xander doesn't bother fighting the urge to close his eyes and lean back into the touch.

"Xander?" Giles' voice is hesitant, his arms sliding back and away until the only place their touching is where Xander is relaxing against him.

He knows he should move away, should pretend like there's nothing going on, but this time Xander doesn't. Or maybe he can't. Either way Xander doesn't move and he doesn't say a word.

"Xander?" Giles asks again, this time letting one of his hands drop to Xander's waist. His fingers spread, spanning the curve of Xander's hip, burning him.

"Giles, please."

It feels like Xander's waited years for Giles to touch him. Really touch him.

"What do you want, Xander?" Giles' voice shakes a little, even as his hand shifts slightly, one thumb sliding beneath Xander's shirt to caress the skin there.

"This," Xander gasps. "You."

"We shouldn't," Giles says the words, but his hands keep moving, and he curls tighter against Xander's back.

It's only then that Xander can feel Giles' erection. Hot and hard against him. Xander groans, rocking back into it. Giles' answering moan slides wet and breathy against his ear.

"Please, Giles. I won't -- " Xander twists in Giles' arms so that they're facing one another. "I won't tell." He promises, just a breath away from Giles' lips.

Giles' eyes are glittering with something Xander hopes is as desperate and needy as Xander feels.

"You're too young to know your own mind." Giles sounds as if he's speaking to himself and Xander doesn't want to give him the chance to talk his way out of whatever is going on between them.

So he leans in and just takes Giles' mouth. He's not good at kissing. At least, no one's ever told him he is. He hasn't had much practice, but he kisses Giles with all the hunger that's been building up over the years. And he squirms closer, pressing Giles down into the soft carpet until he's stretched out on top of him.

Xander can't help thrusting, hips pressing down on Giles' until their erections are rubbing together and Giles' hands instinctively move to guide Xander's hips. "I know I want this." Xander breaks the kiss to say.

Giles just stares at him for a long minute, gaze darting from Xander's eyes, to his mouth, and then back again. "Have you ever -- ?"

Xander shakes his head. "But I want to. With you. Giles, please." Xander feels like he's been begging all night, but he'll keep on begging until Giles finally gives in. Because Xander does want this. More than anything he's ever wanted before.

Giles still looks undecided, so Xander snakes a hand down between them to rub at Giles' erection. "Please. I'll do whatever you want. I... I want to. Want you to show me. Tell me what to do."

Giles groans, harsh and desperate, back arching as he thrusts his hips up into Xander's touch. Then he nods, breathless. "Unzip me. Free my cock."

Xander lets out a long whistling breath. His face heats almost unbearably, the sight of Giles' lips forming those words makes his own cock leak and throb with want. Xander's hands shake as he pulls Giles free, the thick shaft burning into his palm.

"Christ, just like that, love. Perfect. A little tighter."

Giles' eyes are closed as Xander strokes him. It's a little disappointing because Xander doesn't want to think that Giles is imagining someone else, but he's not about to complain about anything that's happening tonight.

Before Xander can really begin stroking fast and hard, Giles stays his hand.

"Strip for me." Giles' voice curls around Xander, stoking the heat building inside him. "I want to see you. I... how far do you want to go, Xander?"

"I... everything. I want everything," Xander says because he's not sure he'll ever get another chance with Giles and he's going to take everything he can get.

"Why don't we just take things one step at a time, all right?" Giles' expression is a strange mix of compassion and desire. Xander doesn't know what to think of it, so he concentrates on carefully stripping every piece of cloth from his body.

He's embarrassed and his erection flags a little. He's never been naked in front of anyone before. And he knows he's not anything special. He's too skinny and too pale. But he wants this too much to let his embarrassment get in the way.

"Xander," Giles says, fingers wrapping around the base of Xander's cock. "You're exactly as I've pictured you."

Xander's head snaps up at that. And he searches for the truth in Giles' eyes. "You've pictured me?"

"Too many nights." Giles admits. "I shouldn't have." His eyes are fixed on Xander's cock. "But I couldn't seem to stop myself." And with that, Giles leans forward to give Xander's cockhead a quick, cat-like lick.

Xander gasps, every muscle in his body clenching. "God."

"Mmm," Giles murmurs as he suckles at the head.

"God, Giles, god." Xander's babbling and he's fisted his hands at his sides. He doesn't know what to do with them. He wants to grab Giles' head and thrust and thrust, but he knows he can't do that.

Giles takes him even further, half of his cock moving easily in and out of Giles' mouth. Xander's eyes flutter closed and he moans.

He nearly jumps a foot when he feels the scrape of a blunt nail across his entrance.

Giles releases his cock with a soft pop, lips wet and glistening as he stares up at Xander. "Everything?" He asks, again.

Xander nods, biting at his bottom lip.

"Xander, if you don't want this. Please, don't hesitate to say so." Giles looks uncertain again and Xander drops to his knees to steal another kiss.

"I do. I do want it. I'm a little... scared. I've never. But I want you to."

"All right." Giles bites at Xander's lower lip, nibbling and licking the kiss-swollen flesh. "Come with me."

Giles leads him up the stairs to the loft. It's not as big as Xander thought it would be. There's barely enough room for the bed. Stupidly, seeing it there makes Xander blush again. But he climbs atop it dutifully, waiting for whatever it is Giles needs to get from the bathroom.

It's a small bottle of lotion and at first Xander doesn't get it. And then he realizes what its for and the flush in his cheeks flares hot and bright. He thinks maybe it's become permanent.

"I'll be gentle," Giles says, as he strips down to match Xander's nudity. "I promise."

"I know." Xander's breath hitches as he catches his first glimpse of Giles completely naked. His cock jumps at the sight.

"Will you... " Giles gulps, his own cheeks flushing with color. "Will you hold yourself open for me, love?"

Xander's skin tingles as he cups the back of his knees, raising his legs clear and opening himself up. He can hear Giles gasp, but he's too embarrassed to look at him. The first touch is cold and it makes him shiver. The tip of Giles' finger breaches him, and it burns, burns more than he thought it would.

Xander grits his teeth and doesn't cry out. It's uncomfortable for awhile, but then Giles' finger slips all the way in and brushes against something that makes lightning shoot up Xander's spine.

"Giles!"

Giles smiles and crooks his finger again, making Xander practically scream. It goes on and on and on and Xander doesn't know anything but the zing of whatever Giles is doing and the ache of his own cock.

Then something big, bigger is pressing against him and he's panting against the pain of taking Giles' cock.

"All right?" Giles is straining above him, but he's holding himself completely still waiting for Xander's answer.

"Yeah. Yes."

"Good." Giles leans down to press his lips to Xander's. The kiss is slow, but still just as hungry. Giles' tongue sweeps through his mouth, tasting him, devouring him. It feels like it goes on forever, and Xander's more than a little dazed when Giles finally pulls away. "Wrap your legs around me, love. Just like that." Giles tucks his hands beneath Xander's thighs, hitching them a little higher.

Then he's moving, pulling out achingly slow. He pushes back in just as slow. Xander can't help pressing his heels into the small of Giles' back, urging him to go faster.

"Xander." Giles buries his face against Xander's neck as he rocks in and out of his body. "Tight. Perfect. So good."

Xander's cock is trapped between them, and he thrusts, rubbing himself against Giles' belly. He can feel the rasp of Giles' body hair against his shaft and it's an unbelievable turn on. He's never felt anything like it.

"Giles, please, please." Xander thinks maybe that's all he knows how to say anymore. But somehow Giles understands what he needs and now there's a rough, warm hand around his cock.

Giles strokes in rhythm with his thrusts and Xander's world narrows down to nothing more than the feel of Giles moving inside him and the burning touch of his hand. He explodes in seconds, spurting hot and sticky between them both. His muscles spasm involuntarily. The pulse of Giles' cock seems to intensify as Giles groans above him, hand still moving over Xander's softening dick.

Giles' cock throbs and thickens, and Xander realizes that Giles is coming. He waits to feel the splash of Giles' come, almost desperate for it. But it doesn't arrive, and he can suddenly feel the rub of the latex against him. He'd been so lost in sensation that he hadn't even realized Giles had taken time to put on a condom. Part of him is disappointed, but the other feels something warm rising inside of him at the thought of Giles protecting him, taking care of him.

"Thank you." Xander closes his eyes, burying his face against Giles' shoulder. "God, thank you." He's still trembling, body shaking with aftershocks.

"Lord, Xander, don't -- " Giles raises himself onto both elbows and looks down at him. His eyes are dark, flashing. Xander doesn't know if it's amusement or tenderness or both. Or maybe something completely different that Xander doesn't even understand. "Thank you."

Then Giles is kissing him and Xander forgets everything but the feel of Giles' tongue sliding against his own. Before he knows it he's snuggled warm and comfy against Giles' side. He falls asleep to the press of Giles' lips against his temple, hoping that when he wakes he'll still be here and not waking from a familiar dream in his own bed.


THE END.