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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer
  Relationship:
      Rupert_Giles/Willow_Rosenberg/Wesley_Wyndam-Pryce
  Character:
      Rupert_Giles, Willow_Rosenberg, Wesley_Wyndam-Pryce
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome, Smut, PWP, Accidental_Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-09 Words: 3468
****** After Hours ******
by LostGirl
Summary
     Rupert and Willow get "caught" in a compromising position. Seriously,
     it's smut.
Notes
     Okay, this was supposed to be a ficlet, but it got away from me. *G*
     For
     [http://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo.gif?v=17080?v=119.1]
lady_alatariel
Wesley cursed under his breath.  He hadn't even thought to check his briefcase
before leaving the library.  In fact, he'd gotten all the way to the car before
he'd taken a look.  It was, of course, all Giles' fault.  The man was
impossible to work with.  He'd been glowering at Wesley for over an hour, being
entirely rude.  Wesley was sure Giles had wanted him out of the library and had
simply decided to scowl until Wesley left.
Sighing, Wesley shook his head at himself.  It was, partly, his own fault.  If
he hadn't mentioned his last call from the Council, Giles probably wouldn't
have been so surly.  Why did he always say exactly the wrong thing to that
man?  Well, it looked as if he were going to get a chance to do it again.  He'd
left his half-finished Rogarsian translation on Giles' desk and without them
he'd get nothing done tonight.
For a moment Wesley considered just driving home without them, but somehow the
thought of sitting, alone, in his motel room without anything to do was far
worse than facing Giles' scowl again.
I'll make it quick, he promised himself as he got out of his car and headed
back into the school.  Wesley forced himself to stride into the library with
total confidence, but it turned out the act was unnecessary.  Giles was nowhere
to be seen.  He'd either gone home already or gone somewhere else, hopefully
long enough for Wesley to grab his translation and leave again without him even
knowing.
He started toward Giles' office, but came to a dead stop at a sound from the
stacks.  It was something between a moan and a whimper and Wesley froze,
clutching his briefcase to his chest and listening hard.
He had a stake, holy water, and a cross, but his preference was to not get into
a fight with a vampire if he could possibly avoid it.  Some part of his brain
screamed at him to run, while he had the chance, but his mind flashed back to
the last time there'd been a vampire in the school.  He'd hidden in the
bathroom like a coward and Miss Chase had nearly paid for his fear with her
life.
Damn.  Another moan, slightly louder than the last.  Wesley swallowed hard,
licking his lips and forcing himself to take a step toward the stacks.  He
tried to conjure up some courage.  After all, there could be a vampire back
there, feeding right that moment.  He'd never forgive himself he didn't at
least find out.
Swallowing again, so hard he felt his Adam's apple bob, Wesley took two more
silent steps and then, before he could think better of it, hurried quietly up
the steps.  He pulled his stake out of his breast pocket and set his briefcase
aside.
His heart pounded in his chest.  Too hard.  Too fast.  If it was a vampire up
there he didn't know how the thing hadn't heard it.
Maybe it has.  Wesley's foot stilled on the last step.  Maybe it's up there . .
. waiting--
Stop it! he snapped at himself, forcing his body to move.  His hand shook with
his grip on the stake.  Another whimper, loud.  Wesley gulped and peeked around
the first row of bookshelves.
He nearly dropped the weapon.  Wesley pulled back, blinking wide eyes and then
looked again, just to make certain he'd seen what he thought he'd seen.
Oh, yes.  There it was.  Willow leaning back against a bookcase, her jumper
pushed up and Giles kneeling before her, his tongue licking a line up her
stomach.  Willow's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips parted as
she moaned once again.  Wesley could see Giles only in profile, but what he saw
. . . Oh, dear lord.  Wesley couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from the two
of them.
Giles laid kisses along Willow's stomach, working his way up toward the edge of
her brassier.  His hands pushed her jumper higher and Willow raised her arms. 
Then the jumper was tossed to the side and Giles hands were working the
fastenings of her bra.
Wesley's heart hadn't stopped pounding.  If anything, the rhythm had grown more
frantic.  He was panting, unable to tear his eyes away as Willow helped Giles
remove her bra. She smiled down at Giles, her fingers tangling in his hair,
pulling his mouth down to her skin.
Wesley must have gasped, made some noise, though he didn't remember doing it. 
Giles' eyes snapped toward him and Wesley felt pinned by them.  Willow had
closed her eyes again, leaning against the shelves and arching her body toward
Giles.
Giles raised an eyebrow at him and Wesley desperately wanted the earth to open
up beneath his feet.  Good lord, Giles had caught him, staring like a peeping
tom.  Wesley felt the blood rush to his face, felt himself go scarlet with the
force of his blush.
Then Giles grinned.  Wesley's stomach dropped into his toes and the blood
suddenly found somewhere else to rush.  His cock twitched, hard.
Giles leaned his mouth back to Willow's stomach, nipping at the flesh.  Wesley
knew he should flee, but his feet felt rooted to the ground.  Perhaps his
stomach was weighing them down.
"Looks as if we have a visitor," Giles said, not softly at all, but low and
hard and that really shouldn't have made Wesley's cock harden.  Wesley
swallowed, his breath stuck in his lungs as Willow lazily opened her eyes,
turning her head toward him.
"Wesley?"  A wrinkle appeared between Willow's eyebrows, as if she were
puzzling something out, though thinking was probably a bit harder with Giles
licking a circle around one of your nipples.  Giles bit at her breast and
Willow gasped, arching.
"Wow," she said, breathless.  "Two Watchers, no waiting."  Her lips twitched in
a smile that made Wesley blush all the harder, impressive given how much of his
blood had already decided to take up residence below the waist.
A sound escaped Wesley's throat, something like a whimper, and he was almost
too involved in the sight before him to be mortified.  Almost.
"If I were you," Giles said between lazy licks across Willow's nipple, "I'd
take that as an invitation and get over here."
And there was that sound again.  Fortunately, Wesley was already about as
embarrassed as he could get.  Embarrassed, and hard.  He swallowed, his feet
moving without any real decision from his brain.
He stopped feet from the pair, entirely unsure what to do, where to go.  There
didn't seem to be room for him.
Then Giles glanced up, that grin sliding over his lips.  Wesley caught his
breath as Giles stood, using his grip on Willow's waist to turn her.  She went,
leaning back against Giles as she had done with the bookcase.  Suddenly, Wesley
found himself looked down at Willow's bared breasts.
She lifted her arms, twining them around Giles' neck and arching.  Giles hands
slid down to her hips, pulling her back and against him.  Wesley stood frozen,
unsure, and then he looked up and met Giles' eyes.  Giles' gaze was
challenging, with a spark of amusement echoed in the tilt of his lips, but
there was something else as well.  A heat that made Wesley's cock throb. 
Wesley's eyes darted to Willow, whose eyes were open, her smile inviting.
Taking a deep breath, Wesley dropped to his knees in front of her, leaning in
and giving a tentative lick across her stomach.  Willow moaned encouragement
and Wesley's reticence disappeared, swept under by a surge of raw desire. He
nipped at her skin, his hands sliding up her legs until they met Giles'.  Giles
brushed the fingers of one hand over the back of Wesley's, a soothing gesture,
almost a caress. It made Wesley gasp against Willow's skin as he licked his way
up to her breast and took her pert nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.  She
groaned, one delicate hand coming to rest on Wesley's shoulder, her fingers
brushing at the hair at his neck.
Wesley tilted his head to better feel Willow's fingers, his eyes fluttering
closed as he licked a path to her other breast, nipping along the underside and
licking an ever-tightening spiral around her nipple.  The needy sounds Willow
made urged him on. Giles' hand brushed past Wesley's again, traveling slowly
along Willow's ribs before cupping her other breast and kneading it.
Wesley slid his hand up to Willow's waist and then scratched his fingernails
lightly over her skin, toward her back.  His hand brushed Giles' groin and
Wesley froze, unsure if he'd just committed a faux pas.  Giles pressed his hips
forward, his hard cock pressing Wesley's hand flat against Willow's back.  All
three of them gasped together, the sounds filling Wesley's ears.
Willow buried her fingers in Wesley's hair.  "More," she sounded as if she
could barely gather enough breath to get the word out.
Giles' hands slipped between Willow and Wesley, working the button on Willow's
jeans.  The zip sounded loud in the library's near-silence.  Wesley took over
the task, his fingers brushing over Giles' warm hands before he wrapped his
fingers around the edge of Willow's jeans and tugged them down, along with her
underwear.
Willow groaned her pressing her arse back against Giles and then forward toward
him.  Wesley's cock throbbed as he leaned in and licked a path down from her
breast, over her stomach.  She sucked in a breath, her stomach quivering under
his lips and tongue.  Her skin tasted of clean sweat and something close to
almonds.  Wesley couldn't get enough of it.
He nipped at her hip just to hear her gasp and then licked lower, nuzzling at
the junction of thigh and groin before dipping lower, running his tongue up
along her lips.  Willow whimpered, and Wesley could feel her legs trembling
beneath his hands. Giles wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her up as
he nuzzled her neck, his eyes on Wesley.  Wesley met that gaze, his mouth going
dry at the thought of Giles watching him as he leaned in and brushed his lips
against her, pressing his tongue inside to lap at her clit. Willow wriggled
against his mouth, hot and wet, the taste of her making him moan as he spent
long moments exploring with this tongue.
Wesley didn't think his cock could get much harder.  His trousers were becoming
distinctly uncomfortable.
"Willow," Giles said gently, nuzzling Willow's ear.  "Wesley and I are wearing
far too many clothes."
"Yeah," Willow said, grinning down at Wesley, her fingers tightening in his
hair. "You should fix that."  She leaned down and pressed her lips to his,
licking along them and Wesley gasped in a breath as she kissed him, long and
slow, her tongue rubbing along his before exploring the rest of his mouth.
Wesley groaned, worried that his trousers might be cutting off his
circulation.  Willow pulled away, kissing him on the nose before stepping
aside.  Wesley lifted his fingers, his eyes on Willow as he removed his jacket
and began to remove his tie.  Giles stepped forward, kneeling down, his hands
covering Wesley's, stilling them.
"Oh, no, I get to do that," Giles said, voice soft, his eyes steady on
Wesley's.  Wesley sucked in his breath, his mouth suddenly dry again.  He let
his hands drop, unable to look away from Giles even when Giles eyes focused on
the task, competent fingers loosening Wesley's tie and pulling it over his head
only to toss it away.  Giles' fingers slid across Wesley's shoulders and throat
and then down to undo button after button, pausing only to caress newly bared
skin.
       
Wesley glanced to Willow and swallowed hard.  She watched them with a smile on
her face, her fingers working between her legs.  Wesley whimpered and his eyes
snapped back to Giles at the sound of the man's chuckle.  Giles' eyes were
filled with warmth, his fingers undoing the last of Wesley's buttons and
brushing Wesley's braces off his shoulders so that he could push Wesley's shirt
down his arms.  Wesley pulled his arms through, finally moving to return the
favor, needing to feel Giles skin beneath his fingertips.  He could stop
glancing over at Willow.
Giles leaned in as Wesley worked his buttons, nuzzling Wesley's neck.  Wesley
could barely get enough air to breath.  Giles' teeth scraped along the
sensitive skin of his throat.
"Oh, God," Wesley whispered, his hands going still against Giles' chest, his
eyes fluttering closed as he tilted his head back.  Giles' fingers were working
the buttons of his trousers.  Wesley's eyes flicking open as he felt someone
pulling his glasses off.  Willow smiled down at him, putting his glasses up on
the bookshelf before moving behind him, kneeling and pressing against his
back.  "Oh, dear God."
Her skin felt like warm silk against his naked back.  Then she was licking
along his shoulder, nipping here and there as Giles pushed Wesley's trousers
and pants down his thighs.  Wesley groaned, his cock springing free, so hard it
was almost painful.  Giles' hand closed around him and Wesley's body arched,
his hips jutting forward to push his cock harder into Giles' hand.
"Bloody gorgeous," Giles murmured against his throat, his tongue sliding to
Wesley's shoulder. His mouth left Wesley's skin and Wesley could hear Giles and
Willow kissing over his shoulder.
He gasped, finally remembering to get his fingers moving.  Giles squeezed his
cock and Wesley whimpered, fumbling with the last button on Giles' shirt. 
Giles wore neither jacket, nor tie, which made things considerably easier. 
Wesley's pushed Giles braces down, and made a disappointed sound when Giles had
to let go of his cock for a few seconds, to finish getting his shirt off.
Willow didn't leave him wanting, however.  Her hands were smaller than Giles',
softer, too.  She stroked him, gentle and slow.
"Like that?" And Willow said just as if she were talking about a book or a
snack.  Wesley shuddered, far too close to coming.
"God, yes," he said, his voice shuddering along with the rest of him.
Giles covered her hand with his own, stroking one last time before pulling her
fingers away.  Knowing he'd have embarrassed himself without the reprieve,
Wesley shot Giles a thankful look and then watched Giles lips tilt in a warm
smile that he'd never, ever worn before while looking at Wesley.
Wesley's stomach clenched.  It was too much.  He couldn't meet that look, not
now.  Instead he leaned forward, burying lips in the crook of Giles' shoulder. 
He bit and then licked the spot to soothe it, sucking hard, desperate to leave
evidence.  Giles gasped, his hands moving along Wesley's sides.  Willow pressed
herself to Wesley, nipping sharply at the back of his neck.  Wesley's trousers
cut into his thighs, but he hardly cared.  His world was filled with warm skin
and gentle fingers, the soft gasps of breath and the pounding of three
different hearts.
Overwhelmed, losing himself in the give and take, he had no idea how they all
ended up naked. He remembered only soft touches, needy sounds, the slide of
someone's tongue along his ear and the sharp pleasure as someone bit his
shoulder. Wesley tried to shift aside, tried to let Willow move back into the
center, but neither Giles nor Willow herself would let him.  Willow and Giles
did switch places, though.  Willow knelt, pulling him forward as she lay back
and Giles pressed forward, his cock pushing against Wesley's arse.
Wesley moaned, urged on by the words Giles whispered in his ear.  "You're both
so gorgeous this way.  Want to fuck her, Wesley?  Feel her pressing tight
around your cock. Willow's looking forward it."
"God, yes," Wesley groaned, unable to look away from Willow as she pulled him
down to her.  Their mouths met again and Willow's legs wrapped around his hips,
pulling him tight against her.  Giles pressed close behind him and Wesley
whimpered against Willow's lips, kissing his way down her jaw to her throat.
Giles' hands moved down Wesley's back, squeezing his arse and Wesley pressed
back against Giles' cock and then forward, cock sliding against Willow's clit.
She moaned and Wesley was lost.  He nipped at her collar bone before working
his was up to her ear.  "Want me?"
"Oh, yes," her voice was low and intense and Wesley gasped, moving a hand down
between them and pressing his cock into her.  Giles chuckled against the skin
of Wesley's lower back.
"Want me?" he asked, his voice hoarse and wrecked.
"God, yes," Wesley answered, gasping as slick fingers pressed against his
entrance.  He hadn't even noticed Giles slicking them. Giles wasn't all that
gentle as he prepared Wesley, though Wesley was glad of it.  That was probably
the only thing that kept him from coming.  Willow arched and moaned beneath
him, her nails raking his back as he pressed deeper into her.
Then Giles was pressing inside him.  Wesley groaned, dropping his forehead to
Willow's shoulder.  She kissed his temple, one hand sliding up his sweat-
slicked back to tangle in his hair.
Giles bottomed out, his hips cradling the curve of Wesley's arse. Wesley
clenched around Giles' cock, drawing a loud groan.  It was surprisingly easy to
find a rhythm.  They fell into it almost at once, Giles thrusting into Wesley
and pushing him deep into Willow's wet warmth. Wesley couldn't keep track of
who was making what sounds; they filled the air around them, echoing in the
empty library.  And, though Wesley knew somewhere in the back of his mind that
they were being far too loud, he couldn't have stifled those sounds even had he
possessed the presence of mind to try.
"God, you feel so good," Giles said, driving into him hard.  Wesley knew he
wasn't going to be able to hold out long.  He reached between Willow and
himself, stroking her clit as Giles drove him deep inside her. Willow was
already panting, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her hands grasping at Wesley's
shoulders.
"Oh," she whispered, something like surprise in her voice and then, louder,
"Oh!"  Her whole body shuddered, her muscles clenching tight around him.  He
was panting against her skin, his heart slamming in his chest.  Watching her
come sent him over the edge.
His body arched as he thrust deep, Giles hands gripping his hips so hard it
would be a miracle if he didn't have bruises.  Wesley shouted as orgasm slammed
through him, tightening every muscle in his body.
"Fuck," Giles gasped, his body going still as he, too, came.  Wesley collapsed
forward, just aware enough to lean his weight on his forearms instead of on
Willow.  Giles collapsed against his back, forcing an 'umph' from Wesley's
lips. Willow brushed her fingers through his sweaty hair, smiling up at him as
Wesley desperately tried to pull together the shattered bits of his mind.
"You were right," she panted out, though Wesley didn't think she was talking to
him.  "Stealing his translation was a very good idea.  But I think you overdid
'scowl-ly Giles.'  I wouldn't have come back for them."
"What?"  Wesley asked, forehead furrowing.  Giles chuckled in his ear, low and
dark.
"We don't usually do this in the library," Giles said, his voice hoarse.  He
nipped at Wesley's ear and Wesley shook his head.
"You . . . planned this?"  He blinked at Willow and then tried to turn his neck
to look at Giles.
"Are you mad?" Willow asked, reaching up brush Wesley's hair from his
forehead.  She tightened around his softening cock and Wesley gaped at her,
blinking.
"You planned this?"
She nodded, giving him a sweet smile. Wesley pondered that for a moment, noting
Willow's worried look and the way neither of them was pulling away from him.
"No," he finally said, though he was surprised to hear the word coming out of
his mouth.  "No, I'm not mad.  Confused, certainly.  Why would you . . ."
Giles squeezed Wesley's hips, laying a kiss on his shoulder.  "We wanted you."
Wesley blinked at that, wishing he could get a look at Giles' face.  "You
wanted me . . . and you didn't just ask?"
"We thought you'd run away," Willow explained, giving him a lopsided grin. 
"This way, you already knew we weren't teasing, weren't making fun of you, and
. . . Well, you gotta admit that that was hot."
Wesley shook his head, worried when Giles pulled away, his softened cock
slipping out.  Wesley pulled away from Willow, turning to get a good look at
Giles' face.
"You wanted me," he said again.
"Of course," Giles said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh."  Wesley blinked and then shrugged.  "Then next time can we do this
somewhere softer?  I'm going to have carpet burns on my knees tomorrow."
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