Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Three

When we got back to Giles’ house, after getting his arm seen to at the hospital, I stopped outside. I had an invitation, sure, but it didn’t feel right to walk in, not now. It was different. He looked around, as if he was wondering why I wasn’t following him, and then smiled faintly.

“Good manners. I’m impressed.” He shrugged carefully out of his jacket, trying not to jar his arm and watching me the whole time. Then he said deliberately, “Come in, Spike. If you’re mine now, you stay with me. Is that understood?”

I nodded and stepped forward but he held up his hand to stop me. “Answer me properly, please.” First time we did that little runaround, but not the last. “’Is that understood?’”

“Yes...Giles.”

He tilhis his head a little as though he was testing the words, measuring their sincerity. I suppose they passed because he nodded, relaxed a little, and walked in, kicking off his shoes and heading for the kitchen. I heard water running and guessed he was getting a drink. I needed something with a kick to it – it had all haed sed so fast – and I could still smell his blood which wasn’t helping, but I decided not to push it by asking for a proper drink. Giles didn’t need any more in him either.

He came out, glass of water in hand, drank from it and set it down. Then he looked at me standing there, feeling awd. Hd. He walked over to me and put his hand against my face, touching me for the first time since we’d left the crypt, his eyes serious. “You want me to make this easier for you?” he said.

I started to shrug, and then remembered he didn’t like that. “Maybe. I don’t know. Not used to easy.”

He arched an enquiring eyebrow. “Used to it hard instead?”

I grinned, looked down, checked him out. By the time I got back to his face, the eyebrows were both up and the temperature had dropped. “Spike, when I’m talking, I want your eyes on my face.”

He waited a beat until I answered him. “Yes, Giles.”

“You say that but I’m not sure you really mean it.” He looked at me, thinking aloud. “It’s late, and I’m more than a little tired, but still...” He told me to take off my coat and boots and showed me where he wanted them to go, making me line my boots up neatly but not making a big deal out of it. Then he sat down suddenly, looking paler than I did, and I almost wished he’d just bugger off to bed and start this in the morning. Course, if he had, I might not have been there. Might have had second thoughts. He knew it had to begin while we were both still wound up, knew it’d make it easier in the end. Giles was smart.

He sat on the sofa, leaned back and said, “Stand in front of me, Spike.”

There was a moment where I wanted to go, just leave him to it, pretend it hadn’t happened. I’d saved him; he’d be fine, no need to do this. Then I realised that he was watching me and waiting for me to do just that, his eyes wary. If he’d repeated himself I would have gone, but he didn’t. He waited and his face changed until it was full of a certainty and expectation that I’d obey him. Made me shiver, made me want him. I tried to believe it was curiosity that kept me there, but it wasn’t. He was stronger than I was right then; injured, tired and sad and he still had enough in him to keep me to my bargain, make me do as he said, hold me to that submission.

When I obeyed him, walking slowly, he didn’t let any relief show, just nodded and said, “Now strip and don’t look away.”

I started with my t-shirt, took hold of the hem and began to pull it up. He spoke again. “Work out how you’re going to get that off without it going over your head, Spike.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing that only left one option. Guess that counted as not looking, because he said, “One.”

Fuck. One? One what? Could guess, but I began to think no matter what I expected, Giles would come up with a twist. I grabbed the neck and tore it down the middle. Cotton’s hard to rip but this was old and worn; one of my fucking favourite shirts too. Let it slide away to the floor, careful not to watch it go.

“Obvious but effective,” he commented.

I wriggled my jeans down and wobbled just enough when they were around my knees that I lost eye contact again.

“Two.”

He sounded calm, almost bored. I stared at him. Didn’t mind being naked when he wasn’t. Didn’t mind being given stupid orders. Did mind having to look at him so he could see everything I felt, everything I was feeling. Exposed just about covered it. Kicked off jeans and socks and by the time I was done the count was up to five as it got harder and harder not to look away. The last one I got when I blinked slowly, just to extend that split second of darkness. Knowing he was so aware of me that he could spot something that small sent a shiver down my body.

He broke the eye contact and looked at my body, long and slow, not lingering on my cock, not avoiding looking at it either but I could tell when he did. His whole body shifted from relaxed to ready. If he’d crooked a finger when he looked like that I’d have crawled to him bare knees over gravel, but he didn’t. He just whispered, “Turn around,” into a silence that was humming in my ears, making me feel like screaming to shatter it.

I should have been glad to stare at the wall but I wasn’t. I heard him get up and come towards me, his footsteps slow. Standing still as he approached, not turning to look at him, nearly killed me. Turninur bur back on danger wasn’t usually a good idea and Giles smelled of blood but he didn’t smell like prey. Felt him wanting me, needing me and I swayed, trying to brush against him, just a little.

“Stay still.”

I tried, thought I could, but he ran his fingernail down my back, nape of neck to top of arse, and I cried out, arching my back. Wasn’t expecting that and I was so primed that even the thinness of a nail scoring my flesh felt like his whole body touching me. My skin ignited, one thin line of flame spreading out until I was burning. He hadn’t even broken the skin and I was burning. Fuck.

“For that, I double it. Ten.”

“Ten what?” I said. God, I sounded desperate. Hadn’t expected this; thought we’d have a quick shag to tie it down and go to bed if we hadn’t managed to make it ue ste stairs before we fucked. Even wondered if he had the balls to take it all the way and I’d end up fucking him. Stupid of me. Took a while to let myself trust him but he had me safe right from the start. My Giles.

“Minutes, of course.” He sounded surprised, as though I should have known.

“Heh. Thought you meant you were going to hit me ten times or something.”

He laid a hand flat against my backside and I bit my lip trying not to react. “And just what do you think I’ll be doing in those ten minutes, Spike?”

Oh. Good point.

His hand moved, sliding over my arse, moving up over my back, just his right hand, going to my neck, squeezing gently, down my side, the fingers wrapping around my hip, close but not close enough to my cock which was so close to coming I really wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait. He stood behind me and both hands came around and gripped my thighs, pulling them apart slightly. Think I gasped, whimpered, something, because he leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You want to coSpikSpike? Want my hands on you?”

Most pointless question I’d ever been asked. “Yes.” I hated to say it but I had to. “Please?”

“Next lesson. I come first and that’s in everything and every way, including the obvious. Think you can wait?”

His fingers dug in and I managed to say, “I’ll try.”

“Not good enough. Eleven. Try again.”

“I can wait.”

“’Giles’” he prompted.

“I can – oh God – I can wait, Giles.” The extra words were because he bit down just where my neck met my shoulder as he waited for me to get it right. Felt his teeth against me and his tongue and shuddered, wondering if I’d ever get to feel them around my cock. Shouldn’t have thought about that. Didn’t make it easier to concentrate.

“Well, it’s your lucky night, Spike. You have permission to make me come as quickly as you can. It won’t always be like that, but –”

I turned and kissed him, needing the taste of him, doing it so fast he was still speaking, so his lips moved against mine before I bit them to keep them still. Once he’d said I could do it, I went calm. I could come when he had. He hadn’t said that exactly but that was the way I took it. I decided that was going to be in under a minute if I could just...

I unzipped his fly while I kissed him, took his cock in my hand and pumped it fast. Then I paused. Could tell by the way he felt, the way he was moving, that he was as close as I was. I could get him to come just like this butdidndidn’t seem right. He’d been working for something and I wasn’t going to cheat him out of it. I broke the kiss, held his eyes for a second and then slid down slowly, kissing him through his shirt, undoing each button, taking my time. By the last one I was on my knees and his cock was waiting for me like a reward. Held him, took him in my mouth, tasting him, wanting him. Felt his hands come up to stroke my head, just like he had done in the crypt a few hours before. Looked up at him and saw him open, waiting, mine. Kept looking as I cupped his balls, and worked him with my mouth. Watched him come, heard him cry out my name - and came a split second later, just from that.

Ended up in a tangled mess on the floor, wrapped round each other. Which ended up with me getting hard again and Giles seeing to me, using his hand, kissing me the whole time, not stopping until I came.

When we’d recovered enough to get up and clean up, he took me upstairs and pointed at the bed. “I take this side.”

“Fine.” Looked at him sideways. “Eleven minutes?”

He smiled, running his hand down my bare back to my arse and letting it stay there, warm against my skin. “You’re reminding me? Not wanting it to be forgiven and forgotten?”

“Would you? If I asked?”

He looked at me. “Not even if you begged.”

Why that made me happy, I didn’t know.

He yawned. “Remind me again, tomorrow,” he said. “I want to hear you beg anyway.”

I did, but it didn’t work. Said I wasn’t trying and made it twelve.