Giles sighed as he walked through the doors of the safe house. What little sleep he'd gotten in Wesley's room was beginning to seem like ages ago. Sighing, he nodded to the nurses, ignoring there exchange of smirks. He checked on Sarah first, relieved to find the girl sleeping, apparently peacefully, and then went to Wes' room.
The man was awake, sitting up in bed with books spread about him. Wes had been looking toward the door even before he'd entered. Chuckling tiredly, Giles tossed his coat aside and went to slump in the chair besides Wes' bed. The other man looked at him critically for a moment and Giles raises his eyebrow under the scrutiny.
Obviously fighting a smile, Wes gave him a rather bad imitation of his own glare. "You should be resting," he said in a dry tone.
"Oh, yes. Very funny." Snorting, Giles stretched out his legs, covering a yawn with his hand. "I really should be," he chuckled after a moment. "Uh, but I wanted to come see you first."
Giles looked up to meet Wesley's eyes at that and found the small, almost shy, smile that curved the other man's lips to be . . . enticing.
"I'm . . . I'm glad. I, uh, thought it was a little late. Is, is everything all right?"
Giles sighed, nodding. "Now it is. When I got there this morning . . . Andrew was hysterical, the Watchers in several other communities as well as here were chasing their tails in a panic, and the Slayers were sleeping like rocks, but . . . uh, sleep, hydration, and nutrition will see the girls back onto feet."
"What happened?" Wesley put aside the book on his lap, sitting up straighter and, seemingly without a though, reaching out to put his hand over Giles'.
"The visions. They culminated in . . . in . . . something. They knocked the waking girls unconscious and there were, uh, seizures. A few of the girls hit their heads, one fell unconscious in the shower and . . . well, she'll be fine, but she was freezing when I finally thought to have the bathrooms checked." Shaking his head, Giles couldn't take his eyes from the hand that lay on his.
Wesley looked down at it and, when Giles met the other man's gaze, Wes seemed unsure. Squeezing Wesley's fingers gently, Giles leaned back and sighed. "It seems to be better now. The girls were waking up, starving and thirst, when I left and I called in a legion of nurses to help take care of them."
"These . . . visions, they, uh, hit when . . ."
"Yes, and from what I can tell, they seem to be the same as what you, er, what you saw. I . . . I haven't gotten to ask you much about it, and if you'd rather not discuss it, I do understand, but . . . knowing would be helpful."
"Oh, of course. Just . . . not now?"
"That's fine with me," Giles sighed. "I don't think I'm actually awake enough for dream interpretation at the moment. All symbolize will become, 'you should sleep.'"
Wesley chuckled at the joke, shaking his head, and then went suddenly serious. "I . . . I'm sorry you didn't get much sleep."
"Yes, well, how about you make it up to me by spotting me a few points when we play darts? I'm a bit rusty," Giles laughed.
"Why do I get the feeling you're not at all rusty and are trying to take advantage of my kind nature and sunny disposition?" Wesley gave him a narrowed-eyed look.
"Sunny disposition? Now that is something I'd like to see."
"You don't think I'm cheerful?"
Giles just grinned and said nothing. Wesley harrumphed, pretending to go back to his book, though he couldn't keep a straight face for long. Once again setting aside his book, Wesley smiled.
"All right, fine. I'll spot you a few, but don't think I'm going to let you win just because you're handsome even when you plead incompetence."
"I never said I was incompetent, only . . . handsome?" Giles tilted his head to one side and gave Wes an inquiring look.
"You heard me. Don't fish for compliments by pretending you didn't." Snorting at Giles' expression, Wes shook his head. "So, when are we playing this planned game of darts?"
"Uh, as soon as you're up and about and out of here, I'd say."
"Hmm." Wesley grew quiet and serious once more and Giles was curious where the man's mind hand wandered to this time.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, leaning forward in his chair.
"Well, actually, I find myself wondering where I'll go from here. I suppose it won't be terribly hard to find a flat and . . . uh, as-as long as my bank accounts are intact . . ."
"You could always stay with me," Giles said with a shrug. He'd actually thought about asking Wesley before. His flat was so damn quiet, and the guest room was more than suitable. It only made sense, given that it was close to everything and Wesley could visit Angel easily, as well as get to the Council Headquarters without too much transportation fuss. This, of course, led him to wonder why Wesley had made a slight squeaking sound.
Wes tried to hide his reactions to the suggestion. On the one hand, his cock began to harden at the thought of staying Giles' home, his . . . bed, but on the other . . . after all he'd been through, it was far too soon to go jumping in headfirst.
Flashes of his earlier orgasm, one fueled by thoughts of this man's hands and lips and scent . . . the image of warmth bodies moving sleepily against one another choosing that moment to reassert itself. His prick hardening further at the though, Wes tired to find the right words.
"Uh, well, uh . . . I'm not so sure that . . . you see, as you know, a lot has, uh, h-happened and, well . . . I just don't . . ."
"Wes, if you don't want the guest room, just say so," Giles looked confused. It took a moment for the words to penetrate Wesley fogged mind.
"Your, uh, guest room?" Wesley cock throbbed, and he blinked, trying to push the images from his mind. Unfortunately, Giles' scent spiked at his words, as if the man had suddenly realized what Wes had been thinking. The arousal in the air did absolutely nothing to lessen the ache in his groin. In fact, it filled his lung and sent a jolt straight to his dick.
"Yes," Giles said with a slight smile and Wesley was only thankful the man wasn't going to address what Wesley had been supposing he meant. God, the last thing he needed right then was to be embarrassed and begin blushing like a bloody fool.
"Uh, right. That sounds . . . quite good, actually. It's, uh, close, isn't it?" He asked mainly to switch topics, latching on to mundane matters. Still, he couldn't help but breathe in deeply.
"Yes. It would be easy for you to come here, or go to Council Headquarters, when you're ready to go back to work, that is . . ."
They lapsed into silence for a few moments, both thinking of their discoveries.
"There's going to be an--" Giles began, just as Wesley said, "We believe there's an--"
Silence again, both of them examining each other. Both smiled in realization that they'd come to the same conclusion, though n either smile was particularly happy.
The man was awake, sitting up in bed with books spread about him. Wes had been looking toward the door even before he'd entered. Chuckling tiredly, Giles tossed his coat aside and went to slump in the chair besides Wes' bed. The other man looked at him critically for a moment and Giles raises his eyebrow under the scrutiny.
Obviously fighting a smile, Wes gave him a rather bad imitation of his own glare. "You should be resting," he said in a dry tone.
"Oh, yes. Very funny." Snorting, Giles stretched out his legs, covering a yawn with his hand. "I really should be," he chuckled after a moment. "Uh, but I wanted to come see you first."
Giles looked up to meet Wesley's eyes at that and found the small, almost shy, smile that curved the other man's lips to be . . . enticing.
"I'm . . . I'm glad. I, uh, thought it was a little late. Is, is everything all right?"
Giles sighed, nodding. "Now it is. When I got there this morning . . . Andrew was hysterical, the Watchers in several other communities as well as here were chasing their tails in a panic, and the Slayers were sleeping like rocks, but . . . uh, sleep, hydration, and nutrition will see the girls back onto feet."
"What happened?" Wesley put aside the book on his lap, sitting up straighter and, seemingly without a though, reaching out to put his hand over Giles'.
"The visions. They culminated in . . . in . . . something. They knocked the waking girls unconscious and there were, uh, seizures. A few of the girls hit their heads, one fell unconscious in the shower and . . . well, she'll be fine, but she was freezing when I finally thought to have the bathrooms checked." Shaking his head, Giles couldn't take his eyes from the hand that lay on his.
Wesley looked down at it and, when Giles met the other man's gaze, Wes seemed unsure. Squeezing Wesley's fingers gently, Giles leaned back and sighed. "It seems to be better now. The girls were waking up, starving and thirst, when I left and I called in a legion of nurses to help take care of them."
"These . . . visions, they, uh, hit when . . ."
"Yes, and from what I can tell, they seem to be the same as what you, er, what you saw. I . . . I haven't gotten to ask you much about it, and if you'd rather not discuss it, I do understand, but . . . knowing would be helpful."
"Oh, of course. Just . . . not now?"
"That's fine with me," Giles sighed. "I don't think I'm actually awake enough for dream interpretation at the moment. All symbolize will become, 'you should sleep.'"
Wesley chuckled at the joke, shaking his head, and then went suddenly serious. "I . . . I'm sorry you didn't get much sleep."
"Yes, well, how about you make it up to me by spotting me a few points when we play darts? I'm a bit rusty," Giles laughed.
"Why do I get the feeling you're not at all rusty and are trying to take advantage of my kind nature and sunny disposition?" Wesley gave him a narrowed-eyed look.
"Sunny disposition? Now that is something I'd like to see."
"You don't think I'm cheerful?"
Giles just grinned and said nothing. Wesley harrumphed, pretending to go back to his book, though he couldn't keep a straight face for long. Once again setting aside his book, Wesley smiled.
"All right, fine. I'll spot you a few, but don't think I'm going to let you win just because you're handsome even when you plead incompetence."
"I never said I was incompetent, only . . . handsome?" Giles tilted his head to one side and gave Wes an inquiring look.
"You heard me. Don't fish for compliments by pretending you didn't." Snorting at Giles' expression, Wes shook his head. "So, when are we playing this planned game of darts?"
"Uh, as soon as you're up and about and out of here, I'd say."
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"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, leaning forward in his chair.
"Well, actually, I find myself wondering where I'll go from here. I suppose it won't be terribly hard to find a flat and . . . uh, as-as long as my bank accounts are intact . . ."
"You could always stay with me," Giles said with a shrug. He'd actually thought about asking Wesley before. His flat was so damn quiet, and the guest room was more than suitable. It only made sense, given that it was close to everything and Wesley could visit Angel easily, as well as get to the Council Headquarters without too much transportation fuss. This, of course, led him to wonder why Wesley had made a slight squeaking sound.
Wes tried to hide his reactions to the suggestion. On the one hand, his cock began to harden at the thought of staying Giles' home, his . . . bed, but on the other . . . after all he'd been through, it was far too soon to go jumping in headfirst.
Flashes of his earlier orgasm, one fueled by thoughts of this man's hands and lips and scent . . . the image of warmth bodies moving sleepily against one another choosing that moment to reassert itself. His prick hardening further at the though, Wes tired to find the right words.
"Uh, well, uh . . . I'm not so sure that . . . you see, as you know, a lot has, uh, h-happened and, well . . . I just don't . . ."
"Wes, if you don't want the guest room, just say so," Giles looked confused. It took a moment for the words to penetrate Wesley fogged mind.
"Your, uh, guest room?" Wesley cock throbbed, and he blinked, trying to push the images from his mind. Unfortunately, Giles' scent spiked at his words, as if the man had suddenly realized what Wes had been thinking. The arousal in the air did absolutely nothing to lessen the ache in his groin. In fact, it filled his lung and sent a jolt straight to his dick.
"Yes," Giles said with a slight smile and Wesley was only thankful the man wasn't going to address what Wesley had been supposing he meant. God, the last thing he needed right then was to be embarrassed and begin blushing like a bloody fool.
"Uh, right. That sounds . . . quite good, actually. It's, uh, close, isn't it?" He asked mainly to switch topics, latching on to mundane matters. Still, he couldn't help but breathe in deeply.
"Yes. It would be easy for you to come here, or go to Council Headquarters, when you're ready to go back to work, that is . . ."
They lapsed into silence for a few moments, both thinking of their discoveries.
"There's going to be an--" Giles began, just as Wesley said, "We believe there's an--"
Silence again, both of them examining each other. Both smiled in realization that they'd come to the same conclusion, though n either smile was particularly happy.
"Apocalypse," they said together, nodding.
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