Title: The Visitor
Author: Karen Jephson
Rating: R, most definitely. Underaged, go away
Summary: What story line? Most definitely PWP. G/E/B
Disclaimer: Who'd want to own this claim ownership to this?
Distribution: Liz and Cat. Anybody else just ask.
Dedication: To Robin. No Buttplugs. And to all his Queens.

Buffy let herself into Giles' apartment. She'd spoken to him on the phone the night before and he'd seemed distracted. Although he'd told her there was nothing wrong, she couldn't help worrying. So here she was, early on a Saturday morning checking up on her former Watcher. She didn't want anything to happen that might come between them again.

The living area was empty. Assuming Giles had gone for a jog, she moved toward the kitchenette to make them both a drink. She froze at the sound of movement upstairs. Knowing Giles' habit of early rising, she became really concerned. Making her way stealthily up the stairs, she mentally prepared herself for whatever she would find. What she did not expect was the sight before her.

They were sitting on the bed, the bedding pooled around their naked thighs, kissing each other. Not gently, but hard, almost as if punishing each other. As they battled for control, she could see their tongues passing in and out of their open mouths. It was hard to tell who won, but eventually they settled to a less aggressive stance. Giles lifted his hand to Ethan's head and pulled him closer, keeping him prisoner. When he released it, Ethan didn't withdraw. Instead he lifted his own hand and placed it on Giles' shoulder. Giles' hand had already dropped onto Ethan's. Now they were kissing almost gently, like old lovers remembering lost times.

At what must have been a signal not noticed by their watcher, the hands slowly moved across to their necks and down, fingertips only just touching their skin. Their movements were so perfectly timed, it was like a mirror image of each action. Their hands reached their destinations, just resting on top of the nipples. They then moved in a circular motion, exploring, renewing acquaintance. The fingers danced along the chests to the other side, repeating the same actions. They flattened their palms against the firm flesh, feeling each other's heartbeats, and the affect their ministrations were having. They sat there for a while, kissing, feeling.

Their hands continued on a slow downward journey, following the trail of hair from the center of their chests to the apex of their torsos. They then moved into their laps. Using their knuckles, they rubbed their hands across the lengths of their penis's, and back down. They reversed the positioning, laying their palms across the pulsing flesh. Then rapped their fingers around the rod, and gently began to pump. Giles could tell Ethan wanted to move quicker... to hurry. It was always the same. Giles preferred to take his time, to build the feeling up. He was in control this time. They would go at his pace.

Buffy found herself incredibly aroused at the action in front of her. Had anybody asked her she thought she would have been disgusted. Yet they looked so beautiful together, so right. She didn't want to disturb them, instead wanted to be a part of their loving. She lifted her hands to her breasts, and began to massage them. When the two men dropped their hands to their laps, she tweaked her nipples and started rolling them between her fingers. Buffy waited eagerly for more.

They broke their kiss, and looked at each other, still pumping their relative penises with their hands. Suddenly, Ethan rose onto his knees. Giles released Ethan's cock and leaned back until he was laying down. Ethan waited until Giles was in position, before removing his own hand. He moved to the other man's side, then straddled him with his back to him. Buffy knew what was coming. Her hand moved down into the apex of her thighs. She began rubbing herself with abandon, the material underneath her hand becoming damp with her excitement.

Ethan bent over until he almost lay on top of Giles. He felt the other man's hands upon him as he grabbed the prize he had missed so long. "Hello Ripper." He said, guiding it into his mouth.

At the same time, Ethan could feel Giles' hot breath upon his skin. Then he felt Giles' tongue. Oh, god! He'd forgotten how magical that tongue was. It travelled up, then down and tantalisingly across, just at the tip. Oh, the tip... then down again, to his balls. He felt first one, then the other testicle going into that magic mouth. Being sucked, then bathed, only to be released. Ethan took more of Giles' penis into his mouth, sucking hard, then pumping it in and out. Anything to stop the damned slow torture happening at the other end!

Giles knew what his old friend was doing. But he'd learnt patience over the years. He licked the full length of the penis in his hands once again. Then kissed the tip. He opened his mouth and sucked where his lips had just been, taking off the precum. Giles smiled at the groan that emitted from Ethan's lips. He nipped the head, just for punishment. This caused Ethan to buck into him, and increase his own rhythm. Giles knew he couldn't last much longer.

Just before Giles took the full length in his mouth, he turned to the door. He'd known Buffy was there. She was staring at them, glassy-eyed. Her finger were now pumping in and out of her own sex, in rhythm with Ethan's actions. When she saw him looking at her lustily, rather than stop it made her move faster.

Giles decided to put them all out of their misery. He opened his mouth, and took the full length of Ethan inside of him. It didn't take long for him to match Ethan's movement. In and out they moved. Faster and faster. No more foreplay, no more teasing, just taking in each other's essence, absorbing as much as they could.

Giles heard a very feminine moan. The sound of Buffy reaching her climax caused his own. He felt his seed pump into Ethan's mouth. A second later, he tasted Ethan's own orgasm. He swallowed the full amount in his mouth. Not letting one precious drop escape. A spent Ethan collapsed on top of him. He lifted his head, kissed his lover's buttocks, then succumbed to the exhaustion that claimed him. He felt the bed dip as Buffy joined them on the bed, cuddling against his side. Sighing in satisfaction, he hugged his two lovers two him as sleep claimed his sated body.

END