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Wesley watched him drop the textbook. He had heard him tell his friends about the difficult test tomorrow in his mathematics class. It was all about building a cover story, you see. Wesley saw Xander tense when Rupert Giles had voiced his preference to staying late to research the mayor. Xander had no influence there. Nothing could sway Rupert. There would only be questions; awkward questions, questions that Wesley had wanted to ask but lacked the strength to do so. No, it might drive him to anger and far from Wesley. He couldn’t have that. It was a desperate and uncertain move but Wesley did it.
“Ah, Mr. Giles, could I be of assistance? I believe some of my studies could be of use. Actually I have a rather long and quite funny story about that involving-” He tried to be his most pompous.
“On second thought, I believe I have relevant text at my home.” Rupert interrupted as he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Wesley nodded to hide his relief. Walking over to the staircase he went to the farthest bookshelf. If he was coming then he would follow. Wesley didn’t need to hear the excuses he made to his friends. Cordelia wouldn’t have made excuses. He ran his fingers over the dry, cracked book spines. It was among the musty smell of ancient tomes that their affair had begun. Wesley closed his eyes in remembrance. Who would have thought Xander could have been so bold?
The hands that had gripped his hips had been rough. His words hitting the back of Wesley’s neck had made his spine freeze and goose bumps rise.
“You’ve been looking at me a lot. Blushing when I look back. Do you have a staring problem or a crush?” Xander had asked. Wesley had stuttered and sputtered, the words smashing together in his mouth and none had come out right. He didn’t look down at the warm hand moving up his stomach. He stared at the volumes in front of him. They were blue. And written by someone named Titus Vorenus. Xander dug his fingers into Wesley’s chest. “Are you some kind of dirty old man?”
“No!” Wesley said. “I-I only wanted to talk to you.”
The warm hands were off him but their ghost lingered. He wished he hadn’t spoken. The pressure from Xander’s fingertips had been wonderful. It had made his nipples harden.
“Well, what did you want to say?” Xander’s face was pink when Wesley had turned around.
“I wanted to get to know you.” Wesley looked down trying not to be obvious when he stole a glance up at the other man’s face.
“There isn’t much to know, I’m Buffy’s sidekick.”
“Oh, but, you have fought the evil denizens of the hell mouth along side of the Chosen One.”
“Never thought of it like that,” Xander frowned. His mouth then curled into an easy smile. “like that?”
Wesley’s face was suddenly hot. As he opened his mouth it was hit with Xander’s. He let Xander push him back against the bookshelf.
Their affair had started a few weeks ago but his giddy excitement with his lover was beginning to metamorphosis into despair as doubt ate away at him. Wesley had gone to an all boys school; teenagers could be the cruelest of all. He knew how Xander was treated by his peers. Could this be like the Academy all over again? Wesley stilled his hand. The blue volumes of Titus Vorenus’s demonology lay brittle under his touch. He was an adult now; a graduate of the Watchers Council and Oxford. He was older than Xander by almost a decade. He had his own Slayer. He could handle whatever would come. Wesley didn’t turn when he heard the squish of worn sneakers behind him.
The hot hand moved down the length of his spine. Wesley faced Xander. He focused on Xander’s puka shell necklace. Xander leaned in for a kiss that started gentle yet turned rough when his warm hands grabbed the nape of Wesley’s neck and pushed the small of his back closer. Xander’s tongue was clumsy as it moved against Wesley’s. The grip on his waist grew tighter. He felt himself becoming erect. His right hand brushed against the front of Xander’s jeans and felt that Xander was aroused as well. Kneeling Wesley looked up at Xander and smiled before unzipping the other man. Xander had never asked him to give him a blow job but he knew that he should anyway. The first time they were together Wesley had done this and his smile became a grin as he remembered how surprised and glad Xander was. At the first licks of the head Xander tensed. His breathing tightened to harsh pants as Wesley started to suck. He gently stroked Xander’s balls through the tough denim. Xander was stifling his groans with the palm of his hand as the other one clutched Wesley‘s shoulder. Wesley loved how he could make the man shake and lose his teenage bravado. It gave him a sense of control and hold over their relationship. Massaging the under side of Xander’s cock with the flat of his tongue, he sucked hard.
It was only moments later that Xander came, slamming his hand against the bookshelf, and raggedly mumbling ‘fuck.’ Wesley wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and Xander pulled him to his feet. Murmuring, he kissed and nipped at Wesley’s neck. The kisses were rough and his teeth bit almost to hard but his hands were perfect as they moved over Wesley’s shirt. Wesley responded by kneading the firm flesh of Xander’s ass. His breathing had turned shallow and his head dropped back. Xander pulled Wesley’s buttoned up shirt out of his pants and caressed the skin of his waist. Wesley felt the muscles in his stomach and back tense and jump as the heated fingertips moved over the skin. Xander’s hot mouth sucked its way up to his ear and he tilted his head to the side letting Xander get his fill of his neck. The gentle fingertips on his stomach plucked at the zipper of his suit slacks and unbuttoned him. Xander’s hand wasn’t gentle when it finally grabbed his cock. Wesley had been hard ever since they had begun kissing and now the fingers that gripped him were threatening to force an orgasm out of him. All of his being was focused on the hand that jacked him, he hardly noticed Xander’s panting breath against his cheek.
“Wha…?” Wesley asked as Xander slowed his hand. He had moved behind Wesley and threw his free hand around Wesley’s waist as the other quickened its pace.
“Shhh.” Xander said as he rocked against him. Licking and sucking Wesley’s earlobe into his mouth, Xander smoothed his palm over the head of Wesley’s cock while his other hand moved up and down the shaft. Wesley cried out from the dual sensations. The pleasure was becoming painful as he felt every line in Xander’s palm as it worked him. Faster the hand on his cock went as the other hand moved to tug and massage his balls. His muscles tightened painfully as he reached that plateau. All the pent up tension and doubt was released as he orgasmed. He slumped back against Xander’s warm chest. Xander kissed along the side of Wesley’s neck and Wesley felt the shape of Xander’s smile behind his ear.
“I gotta get home,” Xander murmured as his hand rubbed up and down Wesley’s waist. “Some of us have curfew.”
“Oh yes, of course,” Wesley mumbled as he looked down and tucked himself back into his pants.
Xander pressed his lips against Wesley’s temple and let go him as he adjusted himself and zipped up. His goofy smile was so sweet as he ducked his head and kissed Wesley softly and chastly. Wesley burned from the honey sweetness.
“Bye.” Xander said as he turned around and walked out of the stacks.
Wesley watched him go with a slight smile. He felt warm. Turning back, he sighed as he saw the mess they had made. He had better go clean it up.
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