RockStarPeach

Written for the New Year's Resolutions at nekid_spike, it's a little ficlet about a time Giles made a resolution.

Takes place Buffy, season 2.

Title:  Giles' New Year's Resolution

Rating:  R

Pairing:  Giles/Jenny, Giles/Angel, Giles/Ethan  (honestly though, he's not as slutty as it sounds)

Summary:  Giles makes a resolution.  Does he keep it?

New Year's Resolution

12:17am, and Rupert Giles was home.  He chuckled mirthlessly at the sad state of his life as he hung up his jacket on the rack by the door, and went to the cupboard to get himself a drink.  He poured a good two fingers worth of amber liquid into his glass and crossed the apartment to take a seat on the couch.

 

He briefly considered his bookshelf as he made himself comfortable, putting his sock feet up on the coffee table, but decided he wasn’t in the mood for reading just then.  No, he was in the mood for wallowing in self pity, and replaying the evening in his mind.

 

It hadn’t been a bad date, though slightly on the dull side.  A movie, then a late dinner, then they’d gone back to Jenny’s house for a drink, and to watch the New Year’s Eve countdown on television.  Midnight had come and they’d clinked their glasses and wished each other a Happy New Year, and they’d kissed.

 

It hadn’t been a bad kiss, but it hadn’t been the best either, and as soon as it had ended Giles had politely excused himself and headed home. 

 

He really did like Jenny.  Was pretty sure he could fall in love with her, and would, soon, but he couldn’t help feeling something was missing.  Ethan’s recent appearance in Sunnydale had stirred up some delicious memories, and ever since then Jenny’s soft kisses and gentle touches and smooth, delicate features hadn’t been exactly what he was looking for.

 

Now he seemed to crave a harder body beneath his hands, shorter, courser hair to run his fingers through, sharper angles and a stronger jaw to tilt up to meet his own, rough prickliness of a six o’clock shadow against his cheek. 

 

Giles groaned at the image he had summoned and rested his drink-holding hand on the sofa next to him.  He closed his eyes and unfastened his pants with his free hand, hissing as his rock-hard prick was exposed the air.  He allowed his head to fall back against the cushion as he wrapped his fingers around his exposed cock and started pumping.

 

A small, “Oh,” escaped his lips as his hand sped up, and his grip tightened and he worked himself closer and closer to an orgasm fuelled by homosexual desires.  He refused to put a face to his imaginary lover as he continued to picture a matching erection pressed up and writhing against the impressive one in his hand and thin, powerful lips under his own. 

 

“Yes.  God,” he whispered as his balls drew up and his dick pulsed in his fist and he shot his seed over his hand, and it seemed to echo softly through the silent apartment. 

 

He reached forward to put his drink down on the table and swipe a few tissues to clean himself off and thought that yes, he definitely knew what was missing in his life.

 

He wasn’t normally the type to make a New Year’s resolution, but he had a very good one this year.  Kiss more boys.

 

***

 

Two weeks later, school was back in session, and Sunnydale was back to its regular scheduling of roughly one monster (or group of monsters) per week, and he was back to flirting with Jenny in the halls and chaste goodnight kisses after their approximately bi-weekly dates. 

 

And he hadn’t kissed any boys. 

 

Not that there were many around to choose from, unless you counted principal Snyder or that guy from the Espresso Pump.  And Mark, or Marty, or Mitch or whatever his name was, was fairly attractive, but Giles would have felt more than a little out of place asking for a cup of coffee, with two sugars, and oh, a snog ‘round the corner if you don’t mind.

 

He was currently standing on front of the library conference table, looking around at the seated children, in the middle of explaining to the gang how to take down the latest big bad; it was nothing fancy.  It didn’t even really require any sort of plan.  Just attack it, and douse it with acetone, which would require a stop by the drug store for a few bottles of nail polish remover and it would probably be an early night.

 

It was so simple, in fact, that he hadn’t been paying enough attention throughout his little speech to even notice when he had finished, and everyone had left to get on with it.  Everyone except for Angel, that was.

 

The only reason he even noticed it as quickly as he did was Angel’s voice snapping him out of his introspection, asking, “Is everything alright, Giles?  You seem kind of… out of it.”

 

“Hmmm?” Giles asked, adjusting his glasses and looking up at Angel.  “Yes.  Yes everything’s fine.  I was just feeling a bit…”  He trailed off, not quite able to believe he had come that close to telling Angel of all people about his romantic woes.  “It’s nothing.  I’m fine.”

 

Angel hesitated for a moment, (and Giles was actually quite touched that Angel’s concern seemed genuine, even it was probably only fuelled by how Giles’ mood affected Buffy), but appeared to take Giles at his word, because he simply nodded and turned toward the door, presumably to follow the kids, and vanquish evil.

 

“Wait, I..” Giles heard himself saying before he even knew why.  Oh terrific, he thought, when Angel turned back to him.  Now I’ve got to think of something to say, so I don’t look like a complete prat. 

 

“Giles, are you sure you’re alright?” Angel asked, stepping closer to him, but still keeping a good two feet of space between them.  “Is there anything I can do?”

 

Giles was about to dismiss him, and head back to his office to make a cup of tea and do some reading, his eyes darting to the door as if to confirm his intentions.  He was about to Angel to tell him that, yes everything was fine, and no, there was nothing Angel could do, but when he looked back at the vampire his eyes focused on a tight, pursed set of lips, and he thought again of his seemingly abandoned New Year’s Resolution. 

 

He made a decision.  He would no doubt end up looking a fool, but just then he really didn’t care all that much.

 

“Actually, Angel,” he said, closing the remaining distance between them in two slow steps, and taking off his glasses, “there is something you could do.”

 

And then Giles was kissing him.  At first Angel didn’t respond, just stood there, apparently too shocked to do anything else.  It wasn’t long though, before his hands came up to Giles’ chest, gently pushing him away, but Giles wouldn’t have it.

 

He grabbed Angel by the arms, his fists gripping tight to powerful biceps, and pushed his lips harder against cold ones and snaked his tongue out to push between those lips, and pressed his whole body up against the vampire.

 

Giles was hard, and he could tell that Angel was too, even if he was pretending not to want this, and he smirked when his erection thrust up into Angel’s and the vampire sucked in a sharp breath of pleasure, and suddenly Angel’s hands weren’t pushing him away, but grabbing fistfuls of clothing and pulling him closer.  His mouth was no longer passively shut and unyielding, but opening to admit Giles’ tongue and pushing his own out to meet it and seek its own passage into Giles’ warm mouth.

 

Giles had been so very right; it was damned good to be kissing a man again.  Angel was all hard teeth and strong lips and rough hands, and it was just almost exactly what he needed.

 

Okay, so Angel wasn’t exactly a man, per se, but his body sure was, and Giles’ body didn’t really seem to notice the difference.  Not much of one anyway.  At least at first.

 

But it wasn’t long before certain things became very apparent, and very apparently wrong.  Angel was too cold, and too tall and too large and too hard.  His voice wasn’t right and he was sorely lacking in magical abilities and despite his demonic status he was a little bit too good for Giles’s tastes in men (or, he’d been acting like it, anyway).

 

He let go of Angel’s arms and stepped back, panting slightly.  No, this wouldn’t do.  He was beginning to realise that there was a reason he hadn’t been with a man in over a decade.  No matter how attractive they were, or how sexually frustrated he was, he would always and forever be comparing them to that stupid son of a bitch, Rayne. 

 

That stupid son of a bitch he loved and hated and knew he would never be able to get out of his system.  And he knew now that he shouldn’t bother trying.

 

“Angel…”

 

“Giles…”

 

They both laughed, somewhat awkwardly, while Giles straightened out his shirt, and Angel wiped a dribble of saliva from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. 

 

“You should…” Giles trailed off, nodding at the library doors, indicating that Angel should go.

 

“Yeah,” Angel nodded and agreed.  “They probably haven’t gotten very far.  I can still catch them before they get started.”

 

Giles smiled, and tilted his head apologetically and accepted Angel’s own ridiculous smile as confirmation that this enormous error in judgement on both parts would never be discussed, and watched him leave the library.

 

He sighed to himself as he went into his office, and started to make the tea he had intended to make earlier, and gave himself over to the fact that it appeared there could only ever be one man for him, and it seemed he was most decidedly out of the picture.  For good.

 

It wasn’t so bad really.  He honestly did like Jenny, and with the recent realisation that nobody else was at all what he was looking for, it would be so much easier to fall in love with her.  Even if he did have to play the bumbling idiot, it was worth it.  And he couldn’t deny that there was something about Jenny that brought out his more innocent side, his simpler, truer emotions, and he revelled in it.

 

It was nice to have the chance to be someone good and pure and right.  To be someone that Jenny could love.  Yes, that was definitely what he wanted. 

 

As the kettle whistled and he poured the hot water into the tea pot, he made a new resolution; don’t let old hang ups get in the way of present happiness.  And this was one he was going to keep.

 

END