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Wesley gasped when Giles pulled him down over him, kissing him deeply. He continued to move inside him, still slow. Part of him wanted to make this last as much as he wanted to be certain that he didn't hurt Giles. Especially since he could feel Giles' cock between them. Oh God. He had never imagined how unbelievable this would feel, especially face-to-face.
He found himself also wanted to know what it would feel like this way with Giles in him.
Burying his head against Giles' shoulder, he began speeding up his thrusts at his urging, pulling back and pushing back into him. Each movement caused his balls to tighten, and he could feel himself rubbing across Giles' cock each time since they were so tightly wrapped together. He kept moving faster and harder, the need in his stomach and the pleasure building inside him driving him as much as Giles' words.
"Oh, God," he groaned.
Sweat rolled down his temple, and he could feel his muscles beginning to tremble. He pushed hard in Giles one last time, feeling him clench around him as warm stickiness hit his stomach. Just then, his own orgasm rolled over him, white light exploding behind his eyes. As he cried out against Giles' shoulder, his cock throbbed violently inside him for several moments.
"Bloody...bloody hell," he gasped as his body slowly began to settle. "Are you...was that...are you all right?"
He knew he should move, but right then, he found himself not wanting to let the other man go.
Giles sat on the bed and watched Wesley dress. He wanted to ask him to stay but he knew he shouldn't. Both of them still had lives to live and Giles knew Roger wouldn't like what they'd done. The last thing he wanted was for Wesley to suffer because of what happened between them, even though Giles knew he would never trade in their night for anything.
After walking Wesley to the door, Giles went back to his bedroom and laid down. He could still smell the sex in the air and sighed. He closed his eyes, the night's events playing in his head, and fell into a light sleep. When morning came, Giles woke up and got ready for work. He was tempted to ring Wesley but remembered he didn't have his number.
Giles went to the museum and tried his best to work. He couldn't keep his mind off the other man and often found himself daydreaming. When it was time for lunch, he went to the market and picked up various foods to make for dinner that night. After dropping them off at his flat, he came back to the museum and tried hard to occupy himself for the rest of the day.
He busied himself with various texts and old scrolls. As the day wore on, he became more anxious, wondering if he was setting himself up. There was chance Wesley wouldn't come to the museum, especially if his father had somehow found out about what they had done.
Once the museum was closed, Giles paced around the building, not knowing if Wesley was going to meet him inside or out back like he had the night before. Taking a chance, he gathered his things and stepped outside the back door and looked around for Wesley.
After leaving Giles' flat, Wesley headed to the closest Underground station and headed back to Kensington to his own place. The entire way, he couldn't help but think about what had happened to him that night, how deliciously shuddery he felt. It probably wasn't the smartest thing, letting his guard down while out after dark, but he didn't care. He had never imagined anything like that ever happening to him, and yet, it really had, and they were going to see each other again tomorrow evening. He had never felt anything as amazing as being inside Giles that night.
And he really did want to feel what it was like to have him inside him, face to face, not on his knees like he had experienced before.
When he finally reached Kensington, he walked a few blocks to his flat. After making himself a cup of tea, he got changed into his pyjamas, then ended up falling into bed, leaving his tea to grow cold. He slept well that night - far better than he had slept in a long time as usually he had translations and other things running through his head. That night, there was nothing but the memories of that evening.
He woke early the next morning, quickly going through his morning routine. Part of him wanted the day to be over with already, something he usually never wanted. That day, though, things were different.
But he went to work, heading straight to the library after collecting his work, holing himself up in the same workroom where he and Giles had...been the day before. He concentrated on the translation, hoping that by immersing himself in what he had to do he'd forget both about what he had learned about the Council and what he was looking forward to. He needed to concentrate...
Blinking, he looked up to find his father standing there, his arms crossed. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, he sat back.
"Ye--yes?" he asked, wondering what time it was and realizing he didn't have a clue.
"Quinton is waiting for the translation. Have you not finished?"
Wesley looked down at the work in front of him then back up. "I...I'm finished. I was just checking it over."
"Bah," he retorted, picking it up and looking it over. "Passable. I'll take this to him."
As his father left, Wesley sat there, clenching his hands into fists over the tabletop for a few minutes. Finally, he looked at his watch and realized that he was going to be late. Quickly, he put everything away and headed out, not even hearing his father calling to him. He was too focused on getting to the museum and meeting Giles.
He knew that the museum had been closed for at least a little while by the time he arrived, so he headed around back. Giles' car was still there, much to his relief. A few minutes later, the door opened, and Wesley found himself smiling broadly.
"I almost thought I was going to miss you," Wesley told him by way of an apology. "The translation took longer to finish than I thought."
Giles was relieved when he saw Wesley was standing there. He hadn't forgotten about their plans and he found himself grinning back. "That's perfectly all right, Wesley," he said as he went over and unlocked the doors of his car. Much like the night before, he unlocked Wesley's door first before going to the other side to place his things in the backseat.
He wanted to reach over and kiss him but knew they shouldn't. If anyone, especially someone at the Council, were to see them, then they wouldn't be able to see each other again. It was rather obvious Roger was still quite homophobic and would forbid them to be together. Giles didn't want to risk losing Wesley before their relationship had even begun.
Giles blinked at that as he slipped behind the wheel of his car. Shaking his head, he smiled over at Wesley. "I thought I could make some pasta and sauce for dinner tonight," he said as he started the car and pulled onto the street. Without thinking, he reached over and took Wesley's hand into his. "I missed you today."
He was tempted to speed back to his flat but didn't want to risk being pulled over. All Giles wanted was to get Wesley inside so he could properly snog him before starting dinner. But, he knew he had to wait, and thankfully he didn't live too far from the museum, and soon they were pulling up in front of his flat.
Getting out of his car, Giles picked up his bag and waited for Wesley to follow him up the front steps.
Smiling at Giles, Wesley walked over to the passenger side of the car. He stood there for a moment, just looking at him before finally opening the door and getting in. As he buckled his belt, he found his heart pounding a little bit. Last night had been amazing, but this...sitting in the car while Giles rounded around to get behind the wheel...it made it all the more real.
When Giles got in the car, he looked over at him, returning his smile and nodding at his plans for dinner. "That sounds wonderful," he told him, not remembering the last time he'd had a homecooked meal.
He then found his hand in Giles, causing his heart to beat even faster. He had missed him. Giles had actually missed him? No one ever missed him. Well, except for his mother, but she never dared actually say so, he knew. "I...I missed you too. I've...honestly, I've been looking forward to this all day," he admitted.
He prayed that didn't make him sound desperate or pathetic in the other man's eyes, but it was the truth. It was wonderful to be...involved? Interested? He wasn't sure, but whatever it was felt absolutely brilliant.
When they reached Giles' flat, Wesley got out of the car, wanting to offer to help him, but he was only carrying the one bag. Instead, he followed him inside and up to the front door.
"I'm...erm...I'm afraid I'm not really a good cook, but is there something I'll be able to help you with?" he asked as they went into the flat.
Once they were inside of the flat, Giles placed his things down on the foyer's table before taking his jacket off. He then helped Wesley off with his jacket and placed both of them on the coat rack. "I only know how to cook because my grandfather's family owned a bakery. He taught my father how to cook and then my father taught me," he explained with a small shrug. "If you have the last name Giles, and are male, you're expected to know how to cook and bake."
Giles was rather sure Wesley didn't want to hear about his family history and smiled. "I'm sure there's something you can help me with. I did get a few fresh vegetables for a salad. I'm sure you'll be able to cut those up," he said before reaching over and taking Wesley's hand. He couldn't help but to think about what he'd said in the car about missing him also.
"But, first, I'm going to make a kettle of tea. A museum patron gave me a special blend the other day and I'm yet to try it," Giles explained as he led Wesley's to the kitchen.
Letting go of his hand, Giles poured some water in the kettle and placed it on the stove. Once it was going, he turned and looked at Wesley. Reaching out, he took Wesley's hands into his and tugged him closer. When they were merely inches apart, Giles reached up and cupped Wesley's face with his hands.
"I've been waiting to do this all day," he murmured before giving the other man a slow, deep kiss.
As Wesley allowed Giles to help him take off his jacket, he listened with interest as he explained where he had learned to cook. He found a small twinge of jealousy at that - he couldn't imagine his father ever doing something like that with him. About the only thing he had ever shared with him had been the story of the Watchers. And that had only been to ensure that Wesley knew how important it was to do well.
Even though well was never good enough.
"I'm looking forward to tasting your cooking, then," Wesley told him. "And I'm pretty sure that I should be able to handle chopping some vegetables."
He found his hand in Giles' again. It was so nice - the attention, the way it felt wrapped around his. He liked being with this man, he was finding. It had been so long since he had felt like this.
Especially when he pulled him to him after he started the water and gave him a kiss. Moaning softly, Wesley felt himself melting against him, trying to keep himself upright despite feeling weak in the knees. He wrapped his arm around Giles and held him tight as the kiss lingered, mouths open. Wesley could feel himself stirring a bit.
When they finally parted, Wesley took a deep breath and looked into the other man's eyes. "I've...I had been rather looking forward to that myself," he whispered. "Truth be told, it's been a long time since I felt--since anything like this has happened to me."
Giles groaned as they continued to kiss. He wanted it to last forever but knew they would need air eventually. When they pulled away, and Wesley started to speak, Giles smiled. He ran his fingertips over the other man's cheek and started to lean in for another kiss, when the kettle started to whistle. "Horrible timing," he said, shaking his head. He gave Wesley another quick kiss before going to the stove to take the kettle off.
He made the cups of tea, and after they'd steeped, he handed one of the cups to Wesley and motioned for him to follow him to the sitting room. "We can start dinner in a bit. I usually like to have a cuppa before I cook," Giles explained as he sat the tea cup on the coffee table. He then sat down and pick up the cup before taking a sip.
"Not bad. I'll have to thank her on Monday for giving it to me. The last time she'd given me too, I believe it was something Americans pass off as it," Giles said with a small chuckle.
Reaching up, he loosened his tie a little and leaned back on the couch. "I received the most interesting scroll today," he said as he glanced at the other man. "The man who gave it to us said it was Latin but it's far from Latin. From what I could tell, I think it's in ancient L'Teki. Of course I don't have many language texts. Perhaps after dinner you could take a quick look at it," he said as he shrugged a little.
Wesley's breath hitched when Giles started to lean again, wondering if they might just end up skipping dinner, before the kettle went off. Instead, he found himself receiving a smaller kiss before the other man moved away. Wesley's hand trailed up to his lips, and he smiled.
Once the tea was ready, he took the cup Giles handed him, following him out into the other room to sit down. There was something...quite lovely about all this. Having someone to sit with a talk to, not being alone like he usually was every night when he left the Council.
"It is quite a nice blend, actually," he agreed as he sipped from his cup. He had never tasted an American blend before, so he couldn't say anything about Giles' remark regarding that. Instead, he tried not to stare at him loosening his tie, remembering what had happened the night before.
"A...a L'Teki scroll?" he asked, his eyes widening somewhat in amazement. "I thought that they all had been destroyed long ago. If it's a L'Teki scroll, it would be...absolutely amazing."
The idea of seeing such a scroll, of actually getting to read it, filled Wesley with a bit of giddiness. He knew that if such a scroll had ended up with the Council, only the top members would ever have got to see it. And here, Giles was offering to let him take a look at it.
"I'd...I would like to look at the scroll if you'd let me," he told him before taking another sip of his tea. He paused for a moment. A L'Teki scroll. A Pugliato. "How in the world do you manage to get your hand on some of these things? I know that some of the members of the Council would..." Kill? The context of that world considering what he now knew about how the Council did things made his shudder. "I know they'd do almost anything to get their hands on them."
Giles couldn't help but to smile at Wesley's eagerness and wonderment over the scroll. He cleared his throat, knowing he should say something. "I rather hope I'm right. It's been quite a while since I've done any real translations. There's a chance I'm off," he said as he stood from the couch. "As for how I got it, I have a contact that gets things...illegally...and he usually gives them to me. I've handed a few over to the Council but have kept a few. Let me fetch it for you."
He walked out of the room and hurried over to where he'd sat he bag. Opening it, he carefully took the scroll, making sure to pick it up by the wooden handles. The paper was old and he didn't want to touch it, knowing the acid from his fingers could ruin it even more. He then stepped into the small room that was his studied and retrieved a pair of gloves for Wesley to use. They had been developed by a local scientist to be used when handling fragile papers.
Giles walked back to the sitting room and carefully moved the tea cups over and gently placed the scroll on the table. "I don't know if the Council uses gloves like these," he said as he sat back down and handed a pair to Wesley. "I got them through the museum. They protect older documents." He then pulled his pair on and looked over at the other man. "Why don't you open the scroll and we can both look at it. I'm sure you'll be able to tell me if I'm right or not."
He knew they still had dinner to make but Giles figured they would do this first, and make dinner later.
Wesley raised his eyebrows as Giles told him how he had obtained the scroll, wondering exactly what illegally entailed. He wanted to ask if the Council knew about that since it didn't seem they had many problems with less that...moral ways of doing things, but he didn't get a chance as Giles left the room, saying he would fetch the scroll.
Suddenly, he felt a bit nervous. A L'Teki scroll. He was quite possibly about to see a L'Teki scroll, something all of the linguists in the Council would love to have the chance at. He found himself rubbing his palm against the fabric of his trousers nervously.
When Giles returned, he took the gloves from him, examining them for a moment. "We use gloves, but I don't believe they're anything like this," he said as he put them on. They felt like nothing he had ever worn before either then looked over at the other man again, taking a deep a breath.
Reaching over, he carefully picked up the scroll, trying to keep his hands from shaking from anxiety. He cursed himself softly as he unrolled it, his eyes scanning over the writing. It was a beautiful.
"The...it indeed appears to be L'Teki. I recognize the word construction and verb conjugation." He sucked in a breath, realizing the magnitude of this moment. He was holding in his hands a scroll thought to have been destroyed long ago. And Giles had willingly let him hold it without continually badgering him to be careful. He trusted him, he realized. This man actually trusted him.
Reading over the words, Wesley frowned as he tried to make sense of what had been written. He then smiled and looked over at Giles. "It's a love sonnet," he said with a soft chuckle. "The L'Teki were apparently quite the romantics."