Wesley Loosens Up. Wesley/Giles. 15
A favourite poem, I must admit.
Wesley Loosens Up
"Now pay attention, Wesley, for this frankly isn’t normal; Being a watcher doesn’t mean you have to be so formal. Loosen up, man! Shed your tie and join me in a drink. And tell me of the last time you were shagged against the sink."
"Upon my life, dear Mr Giles, you fill me with anxiety; I’m well and truly innocent of such an impropriety! The mere suggestion of the thing is filling me with scandal." Protested Wesley, blushing as he sprouted a pan-handle.
"I’ll have you know I never would indulge in such an act. In terms of rectal raunchiness, I’m totally intact. Unhand my trousers, please! And pray control your urge to pounce, till I’ve double-checked the Code of Conduct of the Watcher’s Council!"
"I’ll think you’ll find the Council to be quite a racy breed. We’re quite the party animals beneath our layers of tweed. But go ahead and call them; they’ll think you’re quite the fop, And perhaps they’ll tell your father that you’re letting standards drop."
Now this, poor Wesley couldn’t bear; such thoughts of disapproval Were all he needed to ensure his trousers’ swift removal. He squeaked at big, warm hands inside his Marks and Spencer’s undies, And thanked the Lord that they were clean. (They always were on Mondays).
Giles kissed him hard and dropped his pants: "This is the way we’ll do it; Bend down over the breakfast bar - oh, better move the cruet!" He whipped out of his drawer - as Wesley watched in trepidation - A tube of Watcher’s Council Standard Issue lubrication.
Wes wriggled on the worktop, his mind all consternating, As Giles rendered his arse a little more accommodating. "Now just relax!" instructed Giles. "Can't prep a lad who fidgets! I know it isn't easy with a bottom full of digits.
Now, how does that feel, Wesley?” (who felt the deep'ning presence In his behind, of Mr Giles’s priapic tumescence). "I think... I like it, Mr Giles!” He sounded overcome. As well he might, in view of what was creeping up his bum.
"You’ll like this even better, then!" and, giving it some clout, Giles humped his howling protégé until he near passed out. "00h! Mr Giles!!" squealed Wesley, as he thrashed and spurted like a Spermatazooic geyser on the marble grey formica.
"Good show! You do your father proud, the way you take a reaming. And, might I add, you’re really most attractive when you’re screaming. Move in with me; we'll tell the Watcher's Council you're my lodger, And we can spend our weekends with you bouncing on my todger!"
"I love you, Mr Giles! That's why I've not let other chaps in!" Giles kissed his happy boy, who was in danger of collapsing. "I love you, too. I’ll re-set our alarm clock for six-thirty. We've plans to make for breakfast, and believe me; they'll be dirty!"