Lessons
Xander lay naked atop the covers. His cock was hard, and his body was rigid with want. The final bell had rung several hours ago, and as instructed he´d left as soon as possible and headed straight over to Wesley´s. It seemed that the moment Wesley had come to Sunnydale, something inside Xander had shifted irrevocably.
The dreams had begun not long after, and then that day in the library...Xander shivered at the memory. And his cock began to leak.
It´d been weeks now since their first encounter. And Xander´s hunger for Wesley had yet to be sated. He wanted the Watcher every minute of every day, and was now more than grateful for the ridiculously ugly clothes his mother provided him with. At least they were usually big and baggy. They covered his constant erection and helped him avoid questions he´d rather not answer. Questions he wasn´t sure he could answer.
He still wasn´t sure what Wesley had done to him exactly. Though he knew the Watcher had done something. He´d never felt this way before about anyone or anything. His feelings for Cordelia, Hell, for Buffy, were no match for the way he needed Wesley. Needed Wesley to be with him, to talk to him, to touch him, to fuck him. Xander began panting as images of Wesley appeared in his mind´s eye.
He shifted on the bed, unable to touch himself, per Wesley´s instructions. Glancing at the clock he groaned, knowing that it would be at least fifteen more minutes before Wesley got home. Because although he was required to be ready the moment school let out, Wesley never made it home until at least 5:00 pm. Which meant that Xander just had to wait in painful arousal for anywhere from half an hour to an hour.
Xander shut his eyes and tried to calm himself. He thought of Wesley, as he always did, and the very first dreams he´d had of the Watcher. He´d never dreamed of other men before, and when he´d woken and found that he´d orgasmed in his sleep, Xander had nearly fainted with shock. He remembered vividly the feelings the dream had brought out of him. The fantasies he´d had all day about dream–Wesley, and the way he tasted...they´d left Xander hard and embarrassed through every class.
He´d spent the next night trying to figure out why he´d dreamed of Wesley. And especially why he´d dreamed of taking Wesley into his mouth, and sucking, and licking, and finally tasting all of the man. When he´d finally fallen asleep that night, the dreams returned, as they did every night for the next week. And every morning Xander awoke wet and sated.
Xander´s hands traveled over his body, playing with his sparse chest hair and his hardened nipples. He was forbidden to touch his erection, but he could stimulate any other part of his body he liked. And he did so, with relish, as he thought of his lover and the rough feel of Wesley´s body sliding against his own.
"Ah, Wesley." Xander moaned as he pinched and pulled at his nipples.
"Yes, luv?"
The sound of his lover´s voice made Xander´s eyes fly open and his hands halt their exploration. "Wesley." This time Xander´s smile split his face as he greeted the other man.
"Thinking of me, Xan?"
"Always."
"Good."
Wesley was already naked. Probably having stripped while Xander had been fantasizing about him still.
Xander turned and reached for the lube that always sat ready on the night stand by the bed. He´d learned early on that Wesley liked Xander to prepare himself, but not until Wesley was home to watch. His face flushed with heat as he remembered the first time he´d done it. He´d never had his fingers up his own ass before.
Wesley had shown him how much lube to use, how to insert first one then two fingers. How to slowly thrust in and out, gradually scissoring his fingers wider and wider until his tunnel walls relaxed. The first time he´d touched his prostate, his nail had accidentally scraped against the tiny nub, and he´d screamed. When he´d opened his eyes Wesley had been looking at him with such a hungry look that Xander had groaned, pulled his fingers free, and spread his legs without needing to be told.
Wesley had fucked him hard and fast that day. The memory still made Xander´s hole twitch in response.
Slowly he slicked his fingers, then let them slide one by one into his ass. He made sure to coat his crevice with the oily substance before breaching his hole, watching Wesley the entire time. The look in Wesley´s eyes made the entire process so erotic that Xander always found it difficult to keep a tight control on his arousal. If he didn´t need Wesley´s explicit permission to cum, Xander´s sure he´d cum every time Wesley walked in the room.
When he was finally prepared, Wesley climbed onto the bed then lay down beside him. Xander licked his lips in anticipation before shifting so that his mouth was only inches away from Wesley´s crotch. Wesley had taught him this lesson early on. Wesley always preferred his cock to be wet down with Xander´s saliva rather than the oily lube.
As he´d been taught, Xander grabbed the handkerchief from the nightstand and wiped his hands clean. Then he bent to his task. He wrapped warm fingers around the base of Wesley´s cock, guiding it slowly into his mouth. He fed the tip in, swirling his tongue around the head before taking the rest. This part of the lessons Xander was still learning.
Wesley was slowly teaching him to deep throat his cock, but so far Xander was only able to get about three–fourths in before choking. Wesley praised him on his abilities so far, but Xander always felt a curious sense of disappointment whenever he was unable to follow through on all of Wesley´s wishes.
Putting thoughts of his own distress out of his mind, Xander began to bob up and down on Wesley´s prick. Wesley moaned, making Xander shudder. The sound of Wesley´s pleasure always made his own arousal shoot up a notch. Xander reached down to massage Wesley´s balls and his perineum while he continued to suck at his cock. He scraped his tongue along the vein that pulsed on the underside as he pulled back, then paused to suckle just the tip. He used his tongue to play with the slit, before plunging back down Wesley´s cock as far as he was able.
He felt the tug at his scalp that indicated Wesley was ready, and pulled away instantly. Though he loved the taste of Wesley and the feel of the man in his mouth, Xander had learned that Wesley´s commands were to be followed immediately if he wanted to avoid the consequences.
He straightened and waited for Wesley´s instructions, unsure of how the Watcher would want to take him today.
"The desk."
Xander´s heart kicked up a notch at Wesley´s words. It was one of his favorite ways to be taken, and he loved that Wesley allowed it so often. Being taken on the desk was so reminiscent of his early dreams that Xander could hardly ever contain his excitement whenever Wesley chose it.
He practically flew off the bed, moving the desk chair away from the big oaken monstrosity as quickly as possible. Wesley´s desk was made of smooth dark cherry wood. And it smelled earthy and natural, as if it had just been cut and crafted. Xander loved the smell of that wood. In fact, the smell of wood of any kind almost always made him hard nowadays.
He bent over at the waist, laying his chest against the shiny, cold surface, his hard nubs crushed against the polished wood. He laid his face against the desk, then reached back to spread his ass wide open. He cupped his buttocks and squeezed, pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his slicked hole.
Cool air caressed his lubed flesh and Xander shivered. He could feel Wesley coming up behind him, and waited in eager anticipation. When he felt the head of Wesley´s cock moving along his oily cleft, he began to whimper, then beg.
"Please, Wes, please! Fuck me!" Xander cried as Wesley teased. "Need you inside. You know how much I need your cock, Wes."
"Do you, luv?"
"Ungh!" Xander grunted, the endearment Wesley used causing some innate reaction within him. "Ah, God, YES!"
Xander grit his teeth as he felt the fat mushroom head of Wesley´s cock finally spear him. Once the first breach had been made, Wesley wasted no time plunging the rest of his cock inside. And then he began a slow slide out, and a quick thrust in. The rhythm driving Xander insane.
"Harder, Wes, faster!" Xander demanded. "Jesus, God, fuck me!"
Torturously, Wesley slowed his pace instead.
"No!"
Xander jumped at the first stinging slap. "What did you say, luv?"
"Please, Wesley." Xander begged, moisture pooling in his eyes.
"That´s better."
And then the rhythm increased again, and Xander was being thrust against the hard wood. His ribs almost bruised with the harsh treatment Wesley was giving him. Xander´s cock was being rammed painfully against the bottom of the desk, his nipples rubbing against the smooth surface. The edge of the desk bit into his abdomen, and Xander bit back more than one painful moan.
Yet, he loved it all.
The pain mixed with the pleasure, the force with which Wesley was taking him, only made him hotter, and Xander was nearly howling with desire before they were through.
Wesley´s hands shifted so that they rested against his hips, callused thumbs drew tiny circles against each hipbone. The caresses contrasted strangely with the rough fucking, but Xander was used to this by now. The strange mix of affection and wild lust that always came with being with Wesley.
And then he felt Wesley´s cock swell, and the burst of warmth as Wesley´s spunk filled his ass.
"Cum."
The word was a whisper, but the moment Xander heard his body responded. His cock erupted, coating the bottom of the desk with his sticky semen. A mess he´d have to clean later, but he didn´t care. He let the orgasm wash over him. Let his body go limp and weak. Let Wesley carry him back to the bed and tuck him under the covers.
He felt his lover´s lips against his forehead, as Wesley climbed into bed with him. They snuggled close. The last words Xander remembered before falling asleep, echoed through his head.
"Such a good boy."
