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Cut a Dream to Fit by Rubywisp Pairing: Xander/Giles Rating: PG Summary: Xander, Giles, kissing. Distribution: My site, list archives. You want it, email me. Disclaimer: Still not mine. Damn shame, that. A/N:Written for Sofy. --- It might've been the way Giles ducked his head more and more often lately, obviously attempting to hide the twitching of his mouth in response to some of Xander's more successful sarcasm. Maybe the way that library research time had slowly gone from vending-machine soda and Snickers bar events to pizza/donut/Chinese take-out parties, or how the leftovers always found their way home with Xander, Giles' claims of not being able to eat the rest before it'd go bad both more and less convincing than Xander's token, grateful protestations. Of course, it could've been the curve of Giles' neck where it sloped strongly up out of his collar, or the way his fingers curled lightly around the spine of a book older than all the Scoobies put together made the skin on Xander's stomach quiver. Or maybe it was the lines that creased his forehead whenever Xander said something that made Giles stop whatever he was doing and look at Xander, really look at him, while he tried to decide for the zillionth time that week whether the language that came out of Xander's mouth was indeed English or not. Not that Xander ever said things that made even Willow look at him like he'd suddenly grown four arms in an attempt to get Giles to look at him just that way. To look at him at all. When it came right down to it, it could've been nothing more than the fact that Xander had always known Giles would taste like peppermint and incense smoke, that his lips would be dry but warm and smooth. Before he even knew he was thinking about it, Xander knew the way Giles would stiffen, the sound he'd make in his throat that would substitute for all the arguments Xander wouldn't - didn't - give him a chance to make. He'd known, but he wasn't sure, and the uncertainty ate away at him until all his denials were destroyed and there was nothing left to do but find out. Xander might've been younger and smaller and not quite sure just what in the hell he thought he was doing, but he had enthusiasm and earnestness on his side, and it didn't take long at all for Giles' shoulders and mouth to relax under Xander's hands, Xander's mouth. In less time than that, Giles was kissing him back, his own hands firmly on the back of Xander's head, showing him the inestimable benefits of knowledge and ardency intertwined, until Xander was dizzy with it. Not so dizzy that he'd lost whatever common sense he'd ever had, though, and Xander knew enough to be the one to break the kiss. He pulled back, hand up and head down, ass against the front door before Giles stopped clearing his throat. "Don't, okay? I know: I'm too young, you could lose your job, you're not the guy for me to explore the outer edges of my sexuality with... " Xander stared at Giles' shoes with great intensity and equal embarrassment. "Believe me, I know the song and dance. Blindfolded, even," he said with an emphatic nod. Giles was going to need new shoelaces soon, he thought randomly. Giles laid a hand on Xander's shoulder as Xander groped blindly for the doorknob. "Xander. I think we should-" "Can we not 'should'? Please?" Xander begged, risking a look. But only a short one, because the sympathy on Giles' face was as impossible to take as the pity Xander'd been expecting. Giles should probably do something about the carpet in front of the door, too. It was looking kind of ragged around the edges. It was the brush of Giles' lips across his forehead, the quiet "When you can look at me, we'll talk about it" that sent Xander scuttling out the door and frantically home. He hadn't been expecting that; truth be told, he hadn't been expecting anything. Hadn't thought about it, hadn't planned it... at least, not outside of the dreams he made himself forget as soon as he finished jerking off over them in the shower. But as he lay in bed that night, fingers plucking idly at the corner of his bottom lip where he could still feel the echo of Giles' tongue, he might've smiled. --- End