Hot Tub Wishes Helpless!Te and EvilMistress!Debchan June 2000 They're not even close to mine, spoilers through BtVS S4, no excuses. Me, Deb, and the Spike have just been immersed in angst for *way* too long. NC-17 Summary: Please see title. debitchan: well. I found my mop and then it broke. Daddy793: See? The Gods are telling us not to work. debitchan: and then my oven cleaner wouldn't spray. Is the universe trying to tell me something? Daddy793: My lawnmower wheel fell off. debitchan: brainbump. debitchan: Oh dear. debitchan: Yes. Daddy793: Who am I to question fate? debitchan: Obviously there are powerful forces at work here. Daddy793: Probably Xander. Yelling at us to hurry up and get him *out* of this story and into a hot tub with Giles. debitchan: Yes. With Ethan washing their backs. And other bits. Daddy793: Daddy793: I'm picturing a mildly drunk Xander stumbling into the hot tub room naked and plopping in before he realizes Giles is there. debitchan: Yeah. debitchan: Nude. Daddy793: Also very naked. Arms spread out along the rim of the tub, neck arched back, cloth over his eyes so Xander can look to his heart's content. debitchan: Oh Te....mmmm. debitchan: He's all flushed from the heat. debitchan: Little drops of water beading on his skin. Daddy793: Sweat beading just behind his ear, flowing down the lines of his throat Daddy793: *brainbump* debitchan: Mmmm. Yes. Daddy793: Xander is stammering something about apologies and heh nothing wrong with being naked nope, nothing at all and maybe I should go since you seem... um occupied -- "Stay." "Oh... OK. I can stay. I can do stay." Daddy793: THWAP ME! debitchan: No. I will not. Daddy793: aiiiieeeeeee Daddy793: must... fight... debitchan: Don't fight. You know you want to. You know you *need* to. Daddy793: "Stay. And Relax." Well, he was down with the staying, 'cause this feels... really really good (and it does, soaking him loose in the water like he's being unknotted, right there in front of God and Giles) "ButŠ you know... we're..." "Naked?" "Yeah, that." debitchan: One day without Spike and this is what happens. We can't let her run free anymore, obviously. Daddy793: Leash her! Daddy793: "We're definitely naked." "Yeah." Noncommittal grunt from Giles. "This doesn't bother you?" "I have the towel." "Ah, yes, towel." /What would it be like for him to see *me* naked?/ He could look down, catch a good glimpse... Giles has got the towel, he can't see Xander looking. Grey chest hair. Kinda weird, never think of *that* going grey. Wonder if he's grey... all he has to do is look downŠ Still hard. He's hard. Body. That is. Body is hard. All that training with superheroes. Hard. Yeah. Harder than Xander's own body. If he was anything like his Mom -- and he was -- he'd have babyfat until his 30s. Baby soft skin to match his baby soft brain. No grooves. No intellect gathered over the years at all, or else he would've come up with an excuse to bail. Giles is humming. Under his breath. Something vaguely familiar. He already knows Giles can sing, saw it at the coffeehouse. Heard him through the door as they went for Scooby meetings. Heard him up close when he was the first one there, and Giles didn't bother to put up his guitar. Weird how he could play with what... Angelus did to his right hand. Must've started practicing as soon as they'd sent him back to Hell. The humming... it's that serious humming. Like you could really be singing, you're hitting all those notes just behind your closed lips. You would sing if you could, but you can't -- "You can sing if you want to." Blurted out, like somebody squeezed a rubber duckie full of Stupid. Small smile, vaguely disembodied with the towel still there. "Sorry about that... I get carried away sometimes." "No... no it's OK." And it was, really. Weird, but OK. Giles was letting his metaphorical hair down, at last. No more evil alternate Ripper maybe, if he did this. And Xander was suddenly struck with the urge to hear his voice echoing back at him from all the tile. "Good acoustics in here." God, he was an idiot. "Right?" Another smile. "Sometimes I wish my whole flat was tiled." Do they make tweed tile? "That would be... different." "Yes. That it would." Silence for a while, Xander wondering if it would be too noticeably freakish to keep prodding for a personal concert. His mouth, was, as always, way ahead of him and down the most embarrassing track it could find. "So... um... how come you never sang before?" Dead silence followed that. Almost felt a breeze. Sorry, I didn't mean --" "I really don't know, Xander." "... pry, you... no?" "No. I mean... the Watchers council is quite conservative." "No karaoke nights, I take it?" Full chuckle. "Not in this universe, no." Small, lighter pause. Giles dangled his fingers in the water, made little existential swirlies. "I think I just fell out of practice." Which was... sad. In a way that adulthood in general was sad to Xander. Part of him still dreamed of finding something like a job that would let him remember the silly stuff, even when he was Giles' age. "How'd you get back into it?" Giles' disembodied smile twisted a little, colder than what the question deserved. "An old friend reminded me of the good old days. So very helpful of him." Giles. Old friends. Him. Oh... "Wow, let me just hit a few more of your emotional potholes while I'm at it." "I could give you a map, make it a bit easier, perhaps?" And the light tone was back, making Xander grin in relief. It was suddenly very, very important to keep Giles in a good mood. At least for now, while they could be together and alone in here. And yeah, they were definitely still naked, but Xander felt immensely open to the cheesy metaphors about emotional openness. Like maybe this was one of those times they weren't so cheesy. And when Giles reached up to remove the towel, it was definitely scary, but when it was gone it was still just Giles. Flushed from the heat, sleepy-eyed and smiling. "Hello, Xander." "Hi, Giles." Green eyes. Giles had green eyes. He'd thought they'd be a faded brown, some variety of hazel, but they were bottle green. Like the backs of flies seen from a distance. On a hazy day. Yeah. Something like that. "So..." And just with that, Gilesvoice mutated into something different... "So you think you can tell..." Something almost... metallic. Insinuating. Xander sat back and let him go, absently mouthing the words along with him. "Heaven from hell... Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field... From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? So you think you can tell..." And that was the song all right. And Xander felt stupider than usual, wanted to snag a towel of his own because all of a sudden there it all was. Jesse's Mom's lemonade and melting army guys in the sun, and the way Kendra blushed every time he'd walked in a room, and the way Willow had sacrificed Barbies especially for him to destroy. And yeah, Larry's endless monologues on the nature of queer identity as it related to the two-point rule, and the way Cordy had been when it was just the two of them, and the way he'd been able to hate Oz, if only briefly, and then come to love him a little. Even the ones that were still alive were different or gone, and it felt like he was still the same and he missed them. All of them. And when he finally got up the balls to look over at Giles, his eyes were darkly open to the point where they felt maybe a little like Xander's eyes, too, and the water should have been hot enough to burn, and Giles' voice should have shattered the tile, but all that happened was that Xander crawl-swam across the tub and twined his legs in Giles' own and buried his head against Giles' throat and just felt the song. Easier than listening, better, especially in this entirely different warmth, with Giles arms winding slow around him, pulling him close. "I'm sorry, Xander..." "No, no, it's me... it's just that... barbie dolls... damn song --" "Shhh... it's OK, and I haven't the foggiest clue what you're talking about, besides." Laugh in Giles' voice that Xander couldn't help responding to, chuckling low in his throat. Freezing a little when he saw his puffs of air making Giles' skin pebble up. Felt himself held just a little tighter for just a heartbeat and who was Giles remembering? And it was OK, no one had to see... no one had to... Xander pressed his mouth to the spot and let it stay there for a moment before flicking his tongue against the skin. And he'd thought, maybe, if he'd ever do something like this, Giles would stammer, stop him, freeze, *something*. Instead, he found himself awkwardly pulled up to face the other man. No time to try to read Giles' eyes before he was pulled into a kiss that *forced* him to close his own eyes. A kiss that reminded him, with a hot jolt of terror-laced excitement, just how young he was. He didn't even try to take control of the kiss, just let his mouth be plundered as he moved into better position. Slide, hot water warm skin and *there*. Xander groaned into the kiss and suddenly Giles' hands were *everywhere*, raking down his back, insinuating themselves between them to tug at a nipple, stroke water-jaggedly down his filling cock, squeeze, almost heft and take the measure of his ass and he groaned again and tried to thrust. And then Giles was backing away and Xander was following and it was OK, because Giles was just laying himself out on the pile of his robe and towels and yes, he was going grey there. Beautifully so. Elegantly longish cock nestled in silver-brown, slightly flaring head, intensely different from his own and so hard. So hard. For him or for the memories? For him, it had to be, that look had to be for him because... oh God, just let it be for him, even if only for tonight. And Xander dipped his head, felt velvet over steel brush and jump a little against his cheek, and he was humping at the air. Needing it. "Giles..." He knew his voice said everything, there was nothing he could do about that. "Can I?" Giles up on one elbow know, free hand tracing over Xander's collarbone, making him shiver before dropping back down to his own cock. He grabbed the base and smiled, half-wicked. "Please do." And Xander couldn't help the strangled noise he made, didn't try. Bent down to taste and shuddered at the thick tang of it, felt himself start to drool helplessly and sucked in the head. Earned a shot of pre-come that made him want to yell, fuck something and he forced himself to take Giles deeper, licked around. He tasted of clean water, along the shaft, just the barest hint of salt as Xander sucked harder, licked faster. Bobbed his head and yeah, that was... that was more like it. Getting fucked maybe as good as fucking. Fuck my mouth oh god he's fucking my mouth and what would they say? Would they already know how right this was for him? Giles' hips pushing up and up, squashing his nose so Xander can only take panicked short breaths that make him feel stronger, faster, manic or mad and he did his dad's patented beer-chugging trick and oh. Giles in his throat. Virgin territory. Giles taking over real fast, abrading what felt like the tenderest tissue there was, making hot almost-pain radiate all over his body. Giles growling and twisting his hips now and Xander can't remember how to breathe because body and mind have narrowed themselves to his throat and his helpless cock. And Giles is still pumping, holding Xander's head close now, fingers -- oh god not five not -- twined in his hair and Xander gave up and held still, let himself be used for this and moaned around the cock in his mouth every time his own cock throbbed. He can feel himself dripping and moans harder and the fingers twist painfully hard in his hair for just a heartbeat before Giles shoots. Deep, a lot, all the way down his throat and Xander shakes free a little, lets the excess ribbon down from the corner of his mouth. Shuddering and getting even harder because he know what he must look like. Wipe your chin, boy... And Giles just lays there for a moment, breathing hard, and Xander waits and clamps down on the urge to just jack himself, once, twice and come all over the other man's chest. And then he does wipe his chin, knuckles brushing against what felt like the world's puffiest lower lip. Catches Giles' eyes and watches the dazed satisfaction melt into something... else. And then he's down on his back one arm held down above his head and Giles is kissing him, hard now, ruthless. Licking up all traces of himself and what feels like gallons of Xander's own soul. Biting at his lips, licking his teeth and Xander surges, cock brushing and brushing skin. Giles thrusts against him several times, holding Xander's gaze and making him... making him *leak*, "I've wanted this, you know..." All Xander can manage in reply is a gasp as Giles' free hand finds his nipple. Scratches at it, tugs and twists and pinches, releases, tugs again... Xander can't keep track of anything but the raw line of arousal connecting that nipple to his cock. "Turn over, Xander." And he does, lets himself be pulled up onto his knees and rests his head against tiles that seem to heat up as soon as he touches them. No time to prepare, no time to take a breath to scream when Giles' kisses him... there. Licks him there, all over and over and over, so fast, mirroring what Xander had done to his cock and yeah, he's heard about this, heard Larry wax rhapsodic but it's nothing like... So *raw*. Tongue inside him, hot little muscle and Xander can feel himself sweating and, eventually, hear himself chuffing out little pants of helpless, meaningless noise. Giles' hands on his hips, holding him steady as Xander tries to buck and he wanted *this*? He would have... given... oh *GOD*. More and more, too slow and too much and Xander's nearly yelling now, trying desperately for more and feeling his cock trying to paint his abdomen and suddenly it's done. Giles' hand around his cock, one knowing stroke timed with a sucking, slashing kiss to his hole and Xander's coming hard enough to see stars. And then he has to lay there, nose pressed to the tile because... because oh God. Shifts enough to be cheek to the floor and feels Giles stroking him, petting him through the haze. Sound now, low and soothing and just a little smug. Giles was evil. Really evil. Who knew? Long, warm body beside his own, eventually, demanding contact and Xander was feeling accommodating. Really, really, how-long-is-a-45-year-old's-refractory-time accommodating. And that was... just fine. end. Troz!