Fic Post - Voicemail - Giles/Wesley - PG-13
I'm all by my lonesome for the next week. Too bad I don't have a cute Watcher to come entertain me. *sigh*
Title: Voicemail
Pairings: Giles/Wesley with slight Buffy/Fred
Rating: PG-13 for slashy kissage
Word Count: 395
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Summary: Fluffy Watcher loving.
AN: Oh, look! My Wes/Giles muse came home. :P
Giles’ postured straightened when the tiny bell rang as someone walked into the Magic Box. He’d been there all day without any customers or none of the children wandering around and getting into things. To say he was lonely would be an understatement.
Peeking around the shelves, he grinned when he saw who it was. “Wesley,” he said a little too loudly. “I didn’t think you would come.”
“You left ten voicemails on my mobile, Rupert,” Wesley said, with a worried look on his face. “I was rather worried about you. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Giles gave his lover a guilty look. He was quite sure Wesley had driven well over the speed limit from Los Angeles to Sunnydale because he’d thought something bad had happened.
“Well--.”
“Is it Buffy or one of her friends?” Wesley said, looking about. His brow furrowed and he looked at Giles again. “Where are they?”
“I, um--”
Wesley looked at Giles and placed his hands on the other man’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Giles. Just take a deep breath and tell me what happened,” he said.
Giles sighed and looked away. “Nothing happened. I was getting a bit lonely and I thought you’d want to come, and spend some time with me. I left all those messages because I didn’t think I was doing it right,” he explained.
There was an uncomfortable silence until Wesley cleared his throat. “You left ten messages in ten minutes, Rupert,’ he pointed out.
“Yes, well...”
“You could’ve just said you wanted me to come over or called the hotel,” Wesley pointed out.
Giles adjusted his glasses and busied himself with stacking a few volumes on the counter. “Every time I call the hotel, Fred answers and she asks about Buffy and--.”
“Buffy and Fred still make you uncomfortable?” Wesley asked with an amused look. “You won’t ever get over walking in on them, will you?”
“I’m trying but the thought of seeing my Slayer completely starkers...” He shuddered a bit.
“I think I know of a way to kill two birds with one stone,” Wesley said, his fingers wrapping around Giles’ tie so he could tug him closer.
“Oh?” Giles questioned right before Wesley’s lips pressed against his for a long, deep kiss. When they parted, Giles took several deep breaths. “I rather think it’s working.”
“Good,” Wesley murmured before pulling him toward the back room.
Title: Voicemail
Pairings: Giles/Wesley with slight Buffy/Fred
Rating: PG-13 for slashy kissage
Word Count: 395
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Summary: Fluffy Watcher loving.
AN: Oh, look! My Wes/Giles muse came home. :P
Giles’ postured straightened when the tiny bell rang as someone walked into the Magic Box. He’d been there all day without any customers or none of the children wandering around and getting into things. To say he was lonely would be an understatement.
Peeking around the shelves, he grinned when he saw who it was. “Wesley,” he said a little too loudly. “I didn’t think you would come.”
“You left ten voicemails on my mobile, Rupert,” Wesley said, with a worried look on his face. “I was rather worried about you. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Giles gave his lover a guilty look. He was quite sure Wesley had driven well over the speed limit from Los Angeles to Sunnydale because he’d thought something bad had happened.
“Well--.”
“Is it Buffy or one of her friends?” Wesley said, looking about. His brow furrowed and he looked at Giles again. “Where are they?”
“I, um--”
Wesley looked at Giles and placed his hands on the other man’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Giles. Just take a deep breath and tell me what happened,” he said.
Giles sighed and looked away. “Nothing happened. I was getting a bit lonely and I thought you’d want to come, and spend some time with me. I left all those messages because I didn’t think I was doing it right,” he explained.
There was an uncomfortable silence until Wesley cleared his throat. “You left ten messages in ten minutes, Rupert,’ he pointed out.
“Yes, well...”
“You could’ve just said you wanted me to come over or called the hotel,” Wesley pointed out.
Giles adjusted his glasses and busied himself with stacking a few volumes on the counter. “Every time I call the hotel, Fred answers and she asks about Buffy and--.”
“Buffy and Fred still make you uncomfortable?” Wesley asked with an amused look. “You won’t ever get over walking in on them, will you?”
“I’m trying but the thought of seeing my Slayer completely starkers...” He shuddered a bit.
“I think I know of a way to kill two birds with one stone,” Wesley said, his fingers wrapping around Giles’ tie so he could tug him closer.
“Oh?” Giles questioned right before Wesley’s lips pressed against his for a long, deep kiss. When they parted, Giles took several deep breaths. “I rather think it’s working.”
“Good,” Wesley murmured before pulling him toward the back room.