Rating: Hard R - NC-17
Length: ~1000 words
A/N: Sorry folks. This is shorter than what I was planning, but RL contrived to make time a thing I currently have none of. Also unbeta'd. Concrit welcome.
The first time Giles has sex with another man, he's eighteen years old. He does it as a rebellion. Worse, he does it intentionally to get kicked out of his house. The lad is awkward and inelegant and ever so in love with Giles. And Giles feels bad that he can't love the boy back.
Instead he makes love to him.
Giles has never wondered about the feel of a male body under his. He's never thought about chest hair as something sexy or lack of breasts as a positive. He's never once imagined sucking cock.
Which makes the actual endeavor more than a little intimidating.
The boy lies back, staring at Giles with wide eyes and open mouth. And Giles sits back on his heels staring at a hard cock. It's purple. Uncut. Leans a little to the left.
Giles thinks about it--going down on someone, how exactly it works. But the more he thinks about it the more nervous he gets until he can hardly look at it anymore.
After a second of thinking about just giving it up as a bad idea, Giles shakes himself. It's a cock. A cock. He has one himself. It's just a cock, perfectly normal, not even that big. He can suck it. It can't be that difficult. And it's certainly nothing to be afraid of...
Giles clears his throat, and looks back at the boy's cock. It's still there, getting a little softer than before. The lad chooses that moment to speak up. "If you don't want--"
"I want." Giles cuts him off before he can get his full sentence out. "I bloody well want." And then he's leaning forward and sucking it in before he can talk himself out of it.
It jumps on his tongue, almost gagging him already. Giles takes a second to get oriented. He licks around the crown. It's soft. It gives a little under his tongue. Giles flicks his tongue up, trying to see if it gives, and suddenly his mouth is filled with a salt-warm taste.
He swallows, then swallows again. It's good, not disgusting like Cynth Sheppard had told him when she'd done this for him. Tastes a little like seawater.
(And a little like blood.)
Giles sucks on the head. He likes the feel of it in his mouth, likes the fullness. He has a bit of an oral fixation, always has. He sucks again.
The lad surges up at that, hips hiccuping, like they want to leave the bed (or perhaps the planet). The head of the cock hits his pallette. He thinks he should be gagging. He thinks this is when he should be gagging. But he's not.
It feels funny, though. Like a tickle in the back of his throat, or an itch he cannot scratch. He sucks the cock down a little farther. And again. And again. But no matter how far he goes or how often he rubs, he can't quite get it. He can't quite make that tickle stop.
He realizes quite suddenly that he is hard, cock straining in his trousers. At that he slips, cock sinking too far, and he actually gags a bit.
The lad expresses concern, but Giles is okay. Giles is fine. Giles is, in fact, quite wonderful. Which is rather funny considering how he originally imagined this would go. But really, sex is sex. People are people. Bodies are bodies, and apparently Giles has no trouble getting off with bodies of either sex.
He's got a hand down his pants and he's bobbing as quickly as he dares, a bit worried about repeating the choking, when his mother walks in. His initial reaction is 'bugger! buggering hell!' followed by 'why does no one knock in this household.' And then he remembers the plan.
He looks up at his mother. He thinks about it for a second, and then he looks up at his mother defiantly--or at least, what he hopes is defiantly.
"Mother--" he says.
Giles' look of defiance is replaced with a look of confusion.
"I was worried you'd never realize."
"Realize what?" Giles asks.
"Really, Darling," his mother says, tutting.
Giles feels a dawning horror.
"I've ironed your Uni shirts for you. They're all ready to go in the morning." (Bloody Uni) She pats the shirts she has hung on the back of his door. She's almost out of the room when she turns back around. "Oh, and don't forget. No sex in this house. Just because you can't get him pregnant, doesn't make it okay." She's actually out of the door when Giles hears, "Oh, and Darling? There's a bottle of Astroglide in the dresser."
Giles buries his face in his hands.
"So we aren't going to finish this then?" the lad asks.
Giles turns to him and raises his eyebrow. "We were just caught in a completely compromising situation by my mother, who has implied that we are homosexuals and apparently purchased a personal lubricant for my pleasure. Do you really mean you want to continue?"
The lad looks at him hopefully. "You could fuck me. If you'd like, that is..."
Giles stares at him for a second, and then he says, "Oh what the hell." After all, tomorrow he may be dead. Going to Uni to learn to protect the world from vampires? That's insane. Sex with another man? Well, apparently that's just fun.