Okay, so this lil fic is for my darling ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
rockstarpeach , who wanted to see some "coming quickly".
hello_spikey also wanted threesomes/moresomes, the kink of the month over at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
nekid_spike is "forced orgasm" and it's Spray Your Shorts Day there too...
Heh. KER-CHING!!!!!! *cashes in on all the kinks*
So, here we go, honey! A dirtybadwrong Wes/Giles/Ethan for you!
After Hours
Wesley was, as usual, working late in the library, meticulously researching some demon or other so that he could bore them all to death with his findings.
How thorough of him.
Giles smirked to himself as he sidled through the stacks, his lover trailing silently in his wake. When he’d told his sometime-partner, sometime-enemy about what an impossible prig Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was, the man had pointed out that they used to have some pretty entertaining ways of dealing with that sort of thing…
Giles couldn’t help but agree.
And if ever there was a closet case, it was the young Watcher. Maybe even not that closet…Giles wouldn’t be overly surprised to learn that he’d become fairly closely acquainted with dick in his time, no matter how incredibly repressed he was.
“Wesley…”
“Ah, Mr. Giles. Excellent. I’ve just been…” Wes trailed off as Ethan Rayne stepped out of the shadows and he suddenly got the distinct impression that he was being flanked. “What on earth are you doing here?!”
“Just helping Rupert out with an annoying little problem,” replied Ethan smoothly, with the hint of a nasty smile. He and Wesley had never officially met, but everyone in the Watcher’s Council knew of him – and his reputedly dangerous affiliation with Rupert Giles.
“You can’t be here. You ought to be arrested for the trouble that you’ve called the Council!” spluttered Wes, unconsciously backing away a step. “I shall…”
“You shall what?” asked Rupert close to his ear and Wesley jumped, realising that the older man had used his distraction to step around to his blind side and close in on him. “Call the Council? I don’t think so, Wesley.”
“I’m not sure what you think you’re doing, but I suggest that you stop immediately!” squeaked Wesley in what purported to be a demand. “You can’t intimidate me.”
Giles and Ethan shared a laugh, knowing that they most certainly could and, in fact, were.
“Oh, Wesley,” purred Giles, gripping his shoulder in the pretence of a friendly gesture and effectively preventing him from stepping away. “We’re not trying to intimidate you. Not at all. We’re trying to help you…”
“Help me what exactly?” asked the younger man nervously, eyes darting around for potential escape routes, not that he had much chance with a bookcase at his back and two men hemming him in.
“To relax,” replied Ethan smoothly, reaching out to gently clasp Wesley’s chin. “From what I’ve heard, you’re somewhat…uptight.”
“I most certainly am not,” snapped Wes, trying to pull out of Ethan’s grip and finding that he tightened it immediately. He gasped, both surprised and slightly alarmed, as Giles pressed up against his side, sudden warmth covering from his shoulder to his hip.
“Oh, come now, Wesley,” chided Giles with a hint of amusement. “That stick is shoved so firmly up your arse that it might never see daylight again.” He placed a hand firmly on the young Watcher’s chest and ran it achingly slowly down over his torso. “Although I have to wonder…Wouldn’t you rather have something else up there?”
Wesley made a strangled noise of outrage, affronted and astonished, and he tried to push his way through the gap between the two men. They moved together to stop him, Ethan’s hands also getting placed familiarly on his body.
“What are you two doing?! I demand that you stop this instant!” Wes was angry enough that his words actually carried some weight, despite the sudden fear that gripped him. He was beyond shocked that Mr. Giles would say something like that and – dear Lord! – touch him, and he had the absurd notion that the man had somehow discovered about Wesley’s secret fantasies of being bent over the desk…And, although he’d unfortunately never had the presence of mind to consider it himself during his furtive wanking sessions at home, having a ruggedly handsome and ruthless man like Ethan Rayne involved in the proceedings wasn’t exactly a turn-off.
“Oh do you?” asked Giles, chuckling a little. “You demand it…But why? Are you going to deny that you like what we’re doing…?” His hand grazed down Wesley’s flat and surprisingly toned stomach, drifting inexorably lower. He could already see that the younger man’s body was responding against his will. Giles and Ethan both pressed closer.
“I have no idea what you are doing,” insisted Wes, pushing at their hands and wriggling, ending up getting shoved against the bookcase to his back when Ethan became bored with his struggling.
“Oh, I think you do,” argued Ethan. “Well…at least certain parts of your anatomy appear to understand the agenda…”
Wesley blushed scarlet and looked down at himself, as if he hadn’t been aware that he was most of the way to being hard. It was so frightfully humiliating...although he could only suppose that it was the reaction the men had been hoping for, given their words and actions.
“You see, the thing is, Wesley,” began Giles, lips intimately close to his ear and hands still lightly mapping out his body while Ethan kept him still, “I rather think that you might be less insufferable if you loosened up a bit.”
Ethan leaned towards Wes, mouth almost pressed to his as he murmured, “Would you like to be...loosened up?”
Stifling a gasp, feeling a heavy thump of lust in his groin that seemed to resonate in his arse, Wesley realised that he needed to get out of this terrifying and horribly exhilarating situation as soon as possible. This certainly hadn’t been a scenario that they’d dealt with during his Watcher training! Although, having said that, it had been at the Academy that he’d first developed a real appreciation for man-on-man action. Oh yes.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but I certainly don’t want any part of it,” he declared pompously, holding his chin terribly high for someone with an erection tenting his slacks, and preparing to once again attempt to leave.
When Giles responded to the half-lie by abruptly squeezing his cock through his trousers, Wesley gasped loudly in shock and Ethan immediately took the opportunity to press a hard kiss to his mouth. Ethan had only really wanted to help Rupert shake the younger man up a bit, but his partner had failed to mention just how attractive Wesley was; he thought that they might as well follow through while they had him in their clutches.
Wes turned his face away from the kiss, only to find Giles’ lips pressed to his instead, causing his heart to speed up in his chest and leaving him unsure what to do. He did know that his brain had told his hips to jerk backwards, away from the hand roughly massaging his dick, but unfortunately his motor functions appeared to be faulty because his recalcitrant lower body appeared to be pushing into the touch instead.
Wesley hadn’t had sex for quite a few months and Mr. Giles was fondling him in an entirely proficient and arousing manner, so he didn’t feel that he was totally to blame. However, when Ethan’s hand slipped behind him and started kneading his arse, gripping him harshly and hauling him forwards so that his hip ground up against the older man’s groin, he remembered once again that he was meant to be escaping.
But damn, he had a thing for older men. Especially fairly unscrupulous, slightly rugged older men who were crowding up against him and – oh God! – sliding their hands under his shirt! A choked groan caught in his throat.
“It’s quite alright, Wesley,” assured Giles, jacking his cock more firmly and a little faster, rubbing his thumb over the tip and feeling the wetness that was already seeping through the material of Wesley’s slacks. “You can let go. You’ll enjoy it, I promise...”
Wes shook his head, murmuring against the other Watcher’s lips, “No, I don’t want to. You must release me at once.”
“I think he wants to play,” teased Ethan, not bothering to hide his delight. “Is that what you like? Being made to do all the nasty, shameful things that you secretly dream about?”
“No!” denied Wesley, so vehemently that they didn’t buy it for one second. Giles felt Wes’ cock pulse in his hand.
The captive gave a plaintive little cry as Giles kissed him again, forceful and passionate, and Ethan lapped and nibbled at his neck. Their hands were inside his trousers now, on his cock and brushing his balls, sliding down the crack between his cheeks. His masturbation fantasies of being taken hard and rough, bent over the table in the middle of the library, all came rushing back and he knew that he didn’t really have the strength to fight them.
Of course, it was somewhat humiliating, but Wesley sort of had a thing for older men shaming him, much as he hated to admit it – some hang-up from childhood and his time at the Academy, probably.
Rupert looked over at Ethan and they shared a lustful glance. They hadn’t exactly planned how far they would go with Wes, not being entirely sure how he’d react, but it was perfectly obvious that they could push him to do whatever they wanted. And he was very sexy, with his tight body and pretty blue eyes and all his insecurities just radiating from him, making him vulnerable.
“You’re so hard, Wesley. Why can’t you just admit that you’re enjoying it?” asked Giles almost mockingly, smiling when Ethan rubbed his index finger over the boy’s hole and he jumped as if he’d been burned.
“I’m not! Stop doing this to me; I don’t want it,” he insisted, giving another half-hearted struggle and trying to prevent his eyelids from fluttering wantonly. He supposed it was rather futile to be denying that he was aroused, but it didn’t change the fact that he hadn’t really consented to this.
“Lying...little...slut,” breathed Ethan, nipping up Wesley’s jaw and claiming his mouth again, even as he writhed in their grip – although whether to escape or to push into their wildly stimulating touches even he didn’t really know.
Wes could feel both of their erections rubbing against him, and even through the anxiety and outrage he felt his chest swell a little with a warped kind of pride. They wanted him, they were hard for him. He wasn’t really sure whether or not he wanted them ploughing into him hard and fast as he lay face down and helpless and...oh bugger...Actually, yes, he was completely and utterly sure that he did want that. He moaned, gaze over to the table on the lower level of the library.
Giles tracked the movement of his eyes and chuckled softly, squeezing Wesley’s shaft a little harder. “Ah...Been thinking about that have you, boy? Being bent over that sturdy old table over there, doing sordid things on an object designed for the wholesome pursuit of learning...”
“My, my,” smiled Ethan, “He certainly is a closet deviant, isn’t he?”
Giles somehow pressed even nearer to Wesley, pumping his own hips a little to grind roughly up against him. Voice slightly raspy with arousal, he asked. “Is that what you want, Wesley? To get fucked?”
Wes gasped loudly, shaking his head although his lips betrayed him, whispering a soft affirmative. He was so bloody turned on that he just couldn’t resist it anymore, even though he was nervous and rather disgusted with himself that he would let two men do this to him.
Reaching an unspoken decision, Giles and Ethan began to draw Wesley towards the table, piloting him through the stacks and down the stairs with one hand each while they used the other to maintain their assaults on his body. He didn’t resist them, although he didn’t particularly help out either, too occupied with how excited he was. His heart beat loudly in his chest, pumping ever more blood southwards it felt like, and Wes swore that he could feel his cock pulse sympathetically.
He realised abruptly that he was very close to orgasm already. They’d have to hurry up and fuck him soon if he didn’t want to embarrass himself.
“Please...” Wesley was half-mortified to hear himself saying.
“Please what?”
They had come to a standstill in front of the table and Wes only just managed to wrench his eyes away from it in order to meet Rupert’s cool gaze. He almost squeaked as Ethan used the fact that they were stationary as an opportunity to slide one of his fingers inside Wesley, immediately crooking it pleasurably.
“Please...” Dear Lord, he was so close! Giles’ hand had sped up on his straining dick and Ethan worked him skilfully from behind, somewhere he hadn’t been touched by anyone except himself in far too long. “Please do it quickly...N-now...I need to...”
Giles kissed him as his words descended into a groan, sucking the delightful sound right out of his mouth.
“Can you hear yourself, Wesley? You’re begging to get fucked...” pointed out Giles wickedly, the smile evident in his voice, although he was very turned on himself.
Wes nodded almost unconsciously, eyes rolling back in his head with the force of his excitement. He could almost taste the orgasm building, tingling through his limbs as heat settled heavily in his gut. The older men’s hands worked at him relentlessly, pushing him right to the edge.
“Please stop touching me...Just for a minute...I want to...I need you to...Please!” begged Wesley inarticulately, trying unsuccessfully to wriggle out of their grasp again. He was more than willing to let them do whatever they wanted when he’d had a moment to regain his composure, but he needed them to stop what they were doing right now or it would all be over.
“It sounds like he’s ready to come,” remarked Rupert conversationally to Ethan, neither of them letting up on their stimulation of him.
The other man made a show of looking at the clock on the wall. “But we’ve been at him less than five minutes...Surely, he’s not going to come so soon?”
Stifling a smirk at Ethan’s teasing, knowing that the flash of shame had only turned Wesley on more, Rupert deliberately fisted the younger man’s cock harder and faster, pushing his pants down with the other hand. “Well, we’d best not waste any time. Help me bend him over the desk...Since he begged us so prettily to get fucked.”
Giles had pitched his voice low and sultry, he and Ethan making a fanfare of forcing Wes down onto the table while they both worked him. Giles knew that he’d been right about what the other Watcher would like and the lad was responding beautifully and desperately to them.
“No, no, no,” mumbled Wesley as he was lowered onto the wooden surface where Ethan had swept the stray books out of the way. He’d asked them to stop for a moment and they hadn’t; in fact, they’d purposefully set about arousing him more. And now he was too close to prevent the orgasm, he knew. Part of him wanted to try to fight it, but there was fire rolling round his veins and the most wonderfully pleasurable pressure tightening his balls and he could feel his muscles jumping and shaking...
As Wesley’s chest hit the desk, Ethan slipped a second finger inside him, pressing hard on his prostate, and the sudden extra jolt was just too much. Cursing and pressing his face to the desk, Wes’ cock jumped in Giles’ hand as his climax claimed him and he shot thick lines of cum all over the smooth surface and his own shirt.
The explosive tide of pleasure was followed almost immediately by a nasty wash of shame and Wesley felt his cheeks burning brightly while he panted and tried to stifle his little moans as the aftershocks tripped through him.
“Oh dear, Rupert,” began Ethan with a smooth mocking lilt. “Looks like this young man has some control issues.”
Giles sighed. “Well, I must say that was quite selfish of you, Wesley.” He nudged his large, clothed erection up against the prone man’s backside. “You’ve rather left us hanging.”
Knowing that it was absurd to be embarrassed, knowing that they had deliberately made him come, Wes still couldn’t help but feel humiliated and responsible. And he’d wanted the sex too, there was no denying it.
“You...you still can,” he offered tentatively, keeping his face buried in the wood so that he didn’t have to look at them. “I wouldn’t mind.”
And wasn’t that an understatement? If they started using him while he lay there, spent, then he was quite sure that he’d be hard again in thirty seconds flat.
Ethan looked keen and Giles scowled at him over Wesley’s back. They’d done quite enough damage already, punished the young man enough, and he certainly wouldn’t have sex with someone who wasn’t in any condition to decide whether they wanted it or not. Ethan pouted, uncomfortably adjusting his dick. Rupert had better make up for this later in some sort of order...
Giles pulled Wes up off the table, noting that he looked absolutely adorable all flustered and orgasm-flushed, hands fluttering to hide himself since his trousers and underwear were still around his ankles.
“I don’t think so, Wesley. We’ll take our fun elsewhere and leave you to clean up the mess you’ve made in here.” He indicated the cum-splattered desk. “But perhaps, just perhaps, if you start acting like less of an arse, then maybe I’ll reward you someday soon by slamming you down on that desk and putting it to you, just like you want me to...”
Wesley swallowed hard and gave a slight nod. He felt indignant that the man would talk about his behaviour that way and, worse, offer him such a sordid reward for changing it. However, he had to admit that it aroused him too, and he suspected that – whether he wanted to or not – he would find himself trying to please Giles.
Sneaky bastard.
Giles looked at Ethan and inclined his head towards the door, releasing Wesley and heading straight for it without so much as a goodbye.
Wes was startled to feel Ethan’s arms wrap around him from behind briefly and a warm rush of air on his neck as a light kiss was dropped there. “Very nice to meet you, Wesley. I do hope we can catch up again sometime...”
Wes remained still as Ethan joined Giles at the door, catching the dull thump of the other Watcher smacking his partner on the shoulder as he pushed him out into the corridor.
“You really are incorrigible...”
“What? I liked the lad. In a few more years I think he’s going to be good fun...”
Wesley looked down at his cum-soaked clothing and sighed deeply, feeling an odd mixture of elated and worthless. He wished that he’d been able to hold out long enough for Giles to be inside him, but at least he knew that there was a chance of his fantasies becoming reality.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt him to be a little more accommodating, now that he had such a compelling incentive.
THE END.
rockstarpeach , who wanted to see some "coming quickly".hello_spikey also wanted threesomes/moresomes, the kink of the month over at nekid_spike is "forced orgasm" and it's Spray Your Shorts Day there too...Heh. KER-CHING!!!!!! *cashes in on all the kinks*
So, here we go, honey! A dirtybadwrong Wes/Giles/Ethan for you!
After Hours
Wesley was, as usual, working late in the library, meticulously researching some demon or other so that he could bore them all to death with his findings.
How thorough of him.
Giles smirked to himself as he sidled through the stacks, his lover trailing silently in his wake. When he’d told his sometime-partner, sometime-enemy about what an impossible prig Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was, the man had pointed out that they used to have some pretty entertaining ways of dealing with that sort of thing…
Giles couldn’t help but agree.
And if ever there was a closet case, it was the young Watcher. Maybe even not that closet…Giles wouldn’t be overly surprised to learn that he’d become fairly closely acquainted with dick in his time, no matter how incredibly repressed he was.
“Wesley…”
“Ah, Mr. Giles. Excellent. I’ve just been…” Wes trailed off as Ethan Rayne stepped out of the shadows and he suddenly got the distinct impression that he was being flanked. “What on earth are you doing here?!”
“Just helping Rupert out with an annoying little problem,” replied Ethan smoothly, with the hint of a nasty smile. He and Wesley had never officially met, but everyone in the Watcher’s Council knew of him – and his reputedly dangerous affiliation with Rupert Giles.
“You can’t be here. You ought to be arrested for the trouble that you’ve called the Council!” spluttered Wes, unconsciously backing away a step. “I shall…”
“You shall what?” asked Rupert close to his ear and Wesley jumped, realising that the older man had used his distraction to step around to his blind side and close in on him. “Call the Council? I don’t think so, Wesley.”
“I’m not sure what you think you’re doing, but I suggest that you stop immediately!” squeaked Wesley in what purported to be a demand. “You can’t intimidate me.”
Giles and Ethan shared a laugh, knowing that they most certainly could and, in fact, were.
“Oh, Wesley,” purred Giles, gripping his shoulder in the pretence of a friendly gesture and effectively preventing him from stepping away. “We’re not trying to intimidate you. Not at all. We’re trying to help you…”
“Help me what exactly?” asked the younger man nervously, eyes darting around for potential escape routes, not that he had much chance with a bookcase at his back and two men hemming him in.
“To relax,” replied Ethan smoothly, reaching out to gently clasp Wesley’s chin. “From what I’ve heard, you’re somewhat…uptight.”
“I most certainly am not,” snapped Wes, trying to pull out of Ethan’s grip and finding that he tightened it immediately. He gasped, both surprised and slightly alarmed, as Giles pressed up against his side, sudden warmth covering from his shoulder to his hip.
“Oh, come now, Wesley,” chided Giles with a hint of amusement. “That stick is shoved so firmly up your arse that it might never see daylight again.” He placed a hand firmly on the young Watcher’s chest and ran it achingly slowly down over his torso. “Although I have to wonder…Wouldn’t you rather have something else up there?”
Wesley made a strangled noise of outrage, affronted and astonished, and he tried to push his way through the gap between the two men. They moved together to stop him, Ethan’s hands also getting placed familiarly on his body.
“What are you two doing?! I demand that you stop this instant!” Wes was angry enough that his words actually carried some weight, despite the sudden fear that gripped him. He was beyond shocked that Mr. Giles would say something like that and – dear Lord! – touch him, and he had the absurd notion that the man had somehow discovered about Wesley’s secret fantasies of being bent over the desk…And, although he’d unfortunately never had the presence of mind to consider it himself during his furtive wanking sessions at home, having a ruggedly handsome and ruthless man like Ethan Rayne involved in the proceedings wasn’t exactly a turn-off.
“Oh do you?” asked Giles, chuckling a little. “You demand it…But why? Are you going to deny that you like what we’re doing…?” His hand grazed down Wesley’s flat and surprisingly toned stomach, drifting inexorably lower. He could already see that the younger man’s body was responding against his will. Giles and Ethan both pressed closer.
“I have no idea what you are doing,” insisted Wes, pushing at their hands and wriggling, ending up getting shoved against the bookcase to his back when Ethan became bored with his struggling.
“Oh, I think you do,” argued Ethan. “Well…at least certain parts of your anatomy appear to understand the agenda…”
Wesley blushed scarlet and looked down at himself, as if he hadn’t been aware that he was most of the way to being hard. It was so frightfully humiliating...although he could only suppose that it was the reaction the men had been hoping for, given their words and actions.
“You see, the thing is, Wesley,” began Giles, lips intimately close to his ear and hands still lightly mapping out his body while Ethan kept him still, “I rather think that you might be less insufferable if you loosened up a bit.”
Ethan leaned towards Wes, mouth almost pressed to his as he murmured, “Would you like to be...loosened up?”
Stifling a gasp, feeling a heavy thump of lust in his groin that seemed to resonate in his arse, Wesley realised that he needed to get out of this terrifying and horribly exhilarating situation as soon as possible. This certainly hadn’t been a scenario that they’d dealt with during his Watcher training! Although, having said that, it had been at the Academy that he’d first developed a real appreciation for man-on-man action. Oh yes.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but I certainly don’t want any part of it,” he declared pompously, holding his chin terribly high for someone with an erection tenting his slacks, and preparing to once again attempt to leave.
When Giles responded to the half-lie by abruptly squeezing his cock through his trousers, Wesley gasped loudly in shock and Ethan immediately took the opportunity to press a hard kiss to his mouth. Ethan had only really wanted to help Rupert shake the younger man up a bit, but his partner had failed to mention just how attractive Wesley was; he thought that they might as well follow through while they had him in their clutches.
Wes turned his face away from the kiss, only to find Giles’ lips pressed to his instead, causing his heart to speed up in his chest and leaving him unsure what to do. He did know that his brain had told his hips to jerk backwards, away from the hand roughly massaging his dick, but unfortunately his motor functions appeared to be faulty because his recalcitrant lower body appeared to be pushing into the touch instead.
Wesley hadn’t had sex for quite a few months and Mr. Giles was fondling him in an entirely proficient and arousing manner, so he didn’t feel that he was totally to blame. However, when Ethan’s hand slipped behind him and started kneading his arse, gripping him harshly and hauling him forwards so that his hip ground up against the older man’s groin, he remembered once again that he was meant to be escaping.
But damn, he had a thing for older men. Especially fairly unscrupulous, slightly rugged older men who were crowding up against him and – oh God! – sliding their hands under his shirt! A choked groan caught in his throat.
“It’s quite alright, Wesley,” assured Giles, jacking his cock more firmly and a little faster, rubbing his thumb over the tip and feeling the wetness that was already seeping through the material of Wesley’s slacks. “You can let go. You’ll enjoy it, I promise...”
Wes shook his head, murmuring against the other Watcher’s lips, “No, I don’t want to. You must release me at once.”
“I think he wants to play,” teased Ethan, not bothering to hide his delight. “Is that what you like? Being made to do all the nasty, shameful things that you secretly dream about?”
“No!” denied Wesley, so vehemently that they didn’t buy it for one second. Giles felt Wes’ cock pulse in his hand.
The captive gave a plaintive little cry as Giles kissed him again, forceful and passionate, and Ethan lapped and nibbled at his neck. Their hands were inside his trousers now, on his cock and brushing his balls, sliding down the crack between his cheeks. His masturbation fantasies of being taken hard and rough, bent over the table in the middle of the library, all came rushing back and he knew that he didn’t really have the strength to fight them.
Of course, it was somewhat humiliating, but Wesley sort of had a thing for older men shaming him, much as he hated to admit it – some hang-up from childhood and his time at the Academy, probably.
Rupert looked over at Ethan and they shared a lustful glance. They hadn’t exactly planned how far they would go with Wes, not being entirely sure how he’d react, but it was perfectly obvious that they could push him to do whatever they wanted. And he was very sexy, with his tight body and pretty blue eyes and all his insecurities just radiating from him, making him vulnerable.
“You’re so hard, Wesley. Why can’t you just admit that you’re enjoying it?” asked Giles almost mockingly, smiling when Ethan rubbed his index finger over the boy’s hole and he jumped as if he’d been burned.
“I’m not! Stop doing this to me; I don’t want it,” he insisted, giving another half-hearted struggle and trying to prevent his eyelids from fluttering wantonly. He supposed it was rather futile to be denying that he was aroused, but it didn’t change the fact that he hadn’t really consented to this.
“Lying...little...slut,” breathed Ethan, nipping up Wesley’s jaw and claiming his mouth again, even as he writhed in their grip – although whether to escape or to push into their wildly stimulating touches even he didn’t really know.
Wes could feel both of their erections rubbing against him, and even through the anxiety and outrage he felt his chest swell a little with a warped kind of pride. They wanted him, they were hard for him. He wasn’t really sure whether or not he wanted them ploughing into him hard and fast as he lay face down and helpless and...oh bugger...Actually, yes, he was completely and utterly sure that he did want that. He moaned, gaze over to the table on the lower level of the library.
Giles tracked the movement of his eyes and chuckled softly, squeezing Wesley’s shaft a little harder. “Ah...Been thinking about that have you, boy? Being bent over that sturdy old table over there, doing sordid things on an object designed for the wholesome pursuit of learning...”
“My, my,” smiled Ethan, “He certainly is a closet deviant, isn’t he?”
Giles somehow pressed even nearer to Wesley, pumping his own hips a little to grind roughly up against him. Voice slightly raspy with arousal, he asked. “Is that what you want, Wesley? To get fucked?”
Wes gasped loudly, shaking his head although his lips betrayed him, whispering a soft affirmative. He was so bloody turned on that he just couldn’t resist it anymore, even though he was nervous and rather disgusted with himself that he would let two men do this to him.
Reaching an unspoken decision, Giles and Ethan began to draw Wesley towards the table, piloting him through the stacks and down the stairs with one hand each while they used the other to maintain their assaults on his body. He didn’t resist them, although he didn’t particularly help out either, too occupied with how excited he was. His heart beat loudly in his chest, pumping ever more blood southwards it felt like, and Wes swore that he could feel his cock pulse sympathetically.
He realised abruptly that he was very close to orgasm already. They’d have to hurry up and fuck him soon if he didn’t want to embarrass himself.
“Please...” Wesley was half-mortified to hear himself saying.
“Please what?”
They had come to a standstill in front of the table and Wes only just managed to wrench his eyes away from it in order to meet Rupert’s cool gaze. He almost squeaked as Ethan used the fact that they were stationary as an opportunity to slide one of his fingers inside Wesley, immediately crooking it pleasurably.
“Please...” Dear Lord, he was so close! Giles’ hand had sped up on his straining dick and Ethan worked him skilfully from behind, somewhere he hadn’t been touched by anyone except himself in far too long. “Please do it quickly...N-now...I need to...”
Giles kissed him as his words descended into a groan, sucking the delightful sound right out of his mouth.
“Can you hear yourself, Wesley? You’re begging to get fucked...” pointed out Giles wickedly, the smile evident in his voice, although he was very turned on himself.
Wes nodded almost unconsciously, eyes rolling back in his head with the force of his excitement. He could almost taste the orgasm building, tingling through his limbs as heat settled heavily in his gut. The older men’s hands worked at him relentlessly, pushing him right to the edge.
“Please stop touching me...Just for a minute...I want to...I need you to...Please!” begged Wesley inarticulately, trying unsuccessfully to wriggle out of their grasp again. He was more than willing to let them do whatever they wanted when he’d had a moment to regain his composure, but he needed them to stop what they were doing right now or it would all be over.
“It sounds like he’s ready to come,” remarked Rupert conversationally to Ethan, neither of them letting up on their stimulation of him.
The other man made a show of looking at the clock on the wall. “But we’ve been at him less than five minutes...Surely, he’s not going to come so soon?”
Stifling a smirk at Ethan’s teasing, knowing that the flash of shame had only turned Wesley on more, Rupert deliberately fisted the younger man’s cock harder and faster, pushing his pants down with the other hand. “Well, we’d best not waste any time. Help me bend him over the desk...Since he begged us so prettily to get fucked.”
Giles had pitched his voice low and sultry, he and Ethan making a fanfare of forcing Wes down onto the table while they both worked him. Giles knew that he’d been right about what the other Watcher would like and the lad was responding beautifully and desperately to them.
“No, no, no,” mumbled Wesley as he was lowered onto the wooden surface where Ethan had swept the stray books out of the way. He’d asked them to stop for a moment and they hadn’t; in fact, they’d purposefully set about arousing him more. And now he was too close to prevent the orgasm, he knew. Part of him wanted to try to fight it, but there was fire rolling round his veins and the most wonderfully pleasurable pressure tightening his balls and he could feel his muscles jumping and shaking...
As Wesley’s chest hit the desk, Ethan slipped a second finger inside him, pressing hard on his prostate, and the sudden extra jolt was just too much. Cursing and pressing his face to the desk, Wes’ cock jumped in Giles’ hand as his climax claimed him and he shot thick lines of cum all over the smooth surface and his own shirt.
The explosive tide of pleasure was followed almost immediately by a nasty wash of shame and Wesley felt his cheeks burning brightly while he panted and tried to stifle his little moans as the aftershocks tripped through him.
“Oh dear, Rupert,” began Ethan with a smooth mocking lilt. “Looks like this young man has some control issues.”
Giles sighed. “Well, I must say that was quite selfish of you, Wesley.” He nudged his large, clothed erection up against the prone man’s backside. “You’ve rather left us hanging.”
Knowing that it was absurd to be embarrassed, knowing that they had deliberately made him come, Wes still couldn’t help but feel humiliated and responsible. And he’d wanted the sex too, there was no denying it.
“You...you still can,” he offered tentatively, keeping his face buried in the wood so that he didn’t have to look at them. “I wouldn’t mind.”
And wasn’t that an understatement? If they started using him while he lay there, spent, then he was quite sure that he’d be hard again in thirty seconds flat.
Ethan looked keen and Giles scowled at him over Wesley’s back. They’d done quite enough damage already, punished the young man enough, and he certainly wouldn’t have sex with someone who wasn’t in any condition to decide whether they wanted it or not. Ethan pouted, uncomfortably adjusting his dick. Rupert had better make up for this later in some sort of order...
Giles pulled Wes up off the table, noting that he looked absolutely adorable all flustered and orgasm-flushed, hands fluttering to hide himself since his trousers and underwear were still around his ankles.
“I don’t think so, Wesley. We’ll take our fun elsewhere and leave you to clean up the mess you’ve made in here.” He indicated the cum-splattered desk. “But perhaps, just perhaps, if you start acting like less of an arse, then maybe I’ll reward you someday soon by slamming you down on that desk and putting it to you, just like you want me to...”
Wesley swallowed hard and gave a slight nod. He felt indignant that the man would talk about his behaviour that way and, worse, offer him such a sordid reward for changing it. However, he had to admit that it aroused him too, and he suspected that – whether he wanted to or not – he would find himself trying to please Giles.
Sneaky bastard.
Giles looked at Ethan and inclined his head towards the door, releasing Wesley and heading straight for it without so much as a goodbye.
Wes was startled to feel Ethan’s arms wrap around him from behind briefly and a warm rush of air on his neck as a light kiss was dropped there. “Very nice to meet you, Wesley. I do hope we can catch up again sometime...”
Wes remained still as Ethan joined Giles at the door, catching the dull thump of the other Watcher smacking his partner on the shoulder as he pushed him out into the corridor.
“You really are incorrigible...”
“What? I liked the lad. In a few more years I think he’s going to be good fun...”
Wesley looked down at his cum-soaked clothing and sighed deeply, feeling an odd mixture of elated and worthless. He wished that he’d been able to hold out long enough for Giles to be inside him, but at least he knew that there was a chance of his fantasies becoming reality.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt him to be a little more accommodating, now that he had such a compelling incentive.
THE END.
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