"Yes, I told him. He was . . . less then thrilled. Outraged, in fact. I think the entire neighborhood heard him." Wesley gave Giles another of those wicked little smile. Giles chuckled, shaking his head.
"I suppose that grin is to let me know you're aware of why I asked?"
Wesley nodded slowly, still grinning.
Giles laughed at himself. "I'm looking after Spike's well being, aren't I?"
"You're trying," Wesley answered, rather smugly. "Of course, that's what one does for friends."
Giles grumbled nonsense under his breath before shaking his head at himself. "That's a notion it's going to take a while for me to process," he sighed, reaching for another biscuit. He got it halfway to his mouth before Wesley ducked in to steal it. Giles knew it was absolutely intentional that Wesley's lips and teeth skimmed over his fingers before closing around the biscuit.
Giles drew in a sharp breath, raising an eyebrow at Wesley. Wesley only smiled innocently, chewing happily on his biscuit. "That was hardly fair," Giles said, trying for a stern tone and find it came out rather hoarse instead.
Wesley chuckled and leaned in again, his tongue darting out to lick a smear of melted chocolate from Giles' index finger. Giles gasped again when Wesley's mouth closed over his finger, teeth skimming gently over it as Wes pulled away. His breathing suddenly quicker than it had been a moment again, it took Giles a moment to stop blinking and focus on string his words together.
"And look at that," Wesley murmured happily, "Suddenly you smell even more wonderful than you did before."
Giles swallowed hard and decided against words, instead he darted in and captured Wesley's lips.
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Wesley moaned, nipping at Rupert's lips and then soothing them with his tongue. He pressed closer to his boyfriend, his arms circling Rupert's neck and tangling in his hair. They were both up on their knees on the couch and Wesley couldn't stop his hips from jerking forward, rubbing his erection hard against Rupert's. He groaned at the feel, so intense, like sparks zipping along his nerves. His skin tingled all over, hot prickles of sensation pouring over him from the pressure of Rupert's body against his.
Rupert began kissing his neck, scraping sharp teeth down to his shoulder. Wesley found himself panting, his hands trying to map out every inch of Rupert's back and sides even as the feel of Rupert's fingers against his skin was slowly overwhelming him. Rupert's lips were soft, a lovely contrast to the hint of roughness created by barely emerging stubble. Rupert knew how to use it all so well. He rubbed his cheek against Wesley's shoulder and Wes whimpered. Wesley was breathing hard, the sound of his and Rupert's hearts filling his ears, a backdrop to the wonderful sounds Rupert was making.
"You feel so damn good," Rupert murmured against his skin and Wesley groaned, his fingers slipping into the waistband of Rupert's jeans and plunging lower. He dragged his fingers up Rupert's arse, tilting his head back. He felt out of control, racing toward something he couldn't see. Rupert sucked at his neck and Wesley all but screamed, throwing his head back, his hips jerking forward hard.
He was being pulled under by it all, overwhelmed by the sensations as Rupert's cock pushed hard against his own. Guiltily, he pulled away, shooting Rupert an apologetic look as he moved away. "I'm . . . s-sorry," Wesley said, voice strangled and rough as he fought to breath deeply, which only brought that wonderful, enticing scent deeper into his lungs. "I . . . I have to go," he said, unable to look at Rupert as he stood and began to leave.
He stopped without turning around when Rupert spoke.
"Wes?" Rupert knew better than to touch him now, a fact for which Wesley was immensely grateful. Wesley hated this part, leaving them both frustrated, forcing them both to seek the comfort of their own hands or go without. Not that either of them usually did.
Wesley had spent many a night lying in bed, ears tuned to sounds too soft for even him to hear. He could smell it though, Rupert's arousal soaring higher and higher until it spiked and flooded the flat. He'd also spent many a night touching himself, the pace of his hand over his achingly hard cock dictated by how quickly Rupert's scent was intensifying. Rupert, he thought, had no idea how often they actually had come together. Once or twice, he'd thought he'd heard Rupert's voice saying his name, hoarse with longing. It could have been his imagination, of course, but it made him both hard and sad.
"Yes, Rupert?" he said softly, calming a bit. Both his and Rupert's scents were still heavy in the air, but without Rupert's body against his it was no longer quite so overwhelming.
"This is not something for which you ever have to apologize to me." There was a firmness in Rupert's tone that said he meant it, completely and totally. Wesley smiled, albeit a bit sadly. He knew that. He did. Rupert had said it enough that he should have known the words were coming. It hardly matter when Wesley wanted nothing more than to crawl into Rupert's bed, feel the man naked against him and . . . god, he couldn't even think about it in his current state. At this rate he'd have to calm down even before he let himself masturbate. He wasn't sure that wouldn't overwhelm at the moment.
"I know. Good night."
"Good night, Wesley. Sleep well."
"Not very likely. Not for a while at least," Wesley laughed, but even he could hear the slightly frayed edge of it. He had to get over this fear, had to master it, but when he was with Rupert it was all so intense and . . . he could run right up to the edge of the cliff, but never jump off. He didn't know what would happen if he let himself be overwhelmed.
"Don't feel lonely," there was a smile in Rupert's voice. It helped a great deal.
"I suppose that grin is to let me know you're aware of why I asked?"
Wesley nodded slowly, still grinning.
Giles laughed at himself. "I'm looking after Spike's well being, aren't I?"
"You're trying," Wesley answered, rather smugly. "Of course, that's what one does for friends."
Giles grumbled nonsense under his breath before shaking his head at himself. "That's a notion it's going to take a while for me to process," he sighed, reaching for another biscuit. He got it halfway to his mouth before Wesley ducked in to steal it. Giles knew it was absolutely intentional that Wesley's lips and teeth skimmed over his fingers before closing around the biscuit.
Giles drew in a sharp breath, raising an eyebrow at Wesley. Wesley only smiled innocently, chewing happily on his biscuit. "That was hardly fair," Giles said, trying for a stern tone and find it came out rather hoarse instead.
Wesley chuckled and leaned in again, his tongue darting out to lick a smear of melted chocolate from Giles' index finger. Giles gasped again when Wesley's mouth closed over his finger, teeth skimming gently over it as Wes pulled away. His breathing suddenly quicker than it had been a moment again, it took Giles a moment to stop blinking and focus on string his words together.
"And look at that," Wesley murmured happily, "Suddenly you smell even more wonderful than you did before."
Giles swallowed hard and decided against words, instead he darted in and captured Wesley's lips.
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Wesley moaned, nipping at Rupert's lips and then soothing them with his tongue. He pressed closer to his boyfriend, his arms circling Rupert's neck and tangling in his hair. They were both up on their knees on the couch and Wesley couldn't stop his hips from jerking forward, rubbing his erection hard against Rupert's. He groaned at the feel, so intense, like sparks zipping along his nerves. His skin tingled all over, hot prickles of sensation pouring over him from the pressure of Rupert's body against his.
Rupert began kissing his neck, scraping sharp teeth down to his shoulder. Wesley found himself panting, his hands trying to map out every inch of Rupert's back and sides even as the feel of Rupert's fingers against his skin was slowly overwhelming him. Rupert's lips were soft, a lovely contrast to the hint of roughness created by barely emerging stubble. Rupert knew how to use it all so well. He rubbed his cheek against Wesley's shoulder and Wes whimpered. Wesley was breathing hard, the sound of his and Rupert's hearts filling his ears, a backdrop to the wonderful sounds Rupert was making.
"You feel so damn good," Rupert murmured against his skin and Wesley groaned, his fingers slipping into the waistband of Rupert's jeans and plunging lower. He dragged his fingers up Rupert's arse, tilting his head back. He felt out of control, racing toward something he couldn't see. Rupert sucked at his neck and Wesley all but screamed, throwing his head back, his hips jerking forward hard.
He was being pulled under by it all, overwhelmed by the sensations as Rupert's cock pushed hard against his own. Guiltily, he pulled away, shooting Rupert an apologetic look as he moved away. "I'm . . . s-sorry," Wesley said, voice strangled and rough as he fought to breath deeply, which only brought that wonderful, enticing scent deeper into his lungs. "I . . . I have to go," he said, unable to look at Rupert as he stood and began to leave.
He stopped without turning around when Rupert spoke.
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Wesley had spent many a night lying in bed, ears tuned to sounds too soft for even him to hear. He could smell it though, Rupert's arousal soaring higher and higher until it spiked and flooded the flat. He'd also spent many a night touching himself, the pace of his hand over his achingly hard cock dictated by how quickly Rupert's scent was intensifying. Rupert, he thought, had no idea how often they actually had come together. Once or twice, he'd thought he'd heard Rupert's voice saying his name, hoarse with longing. It could have been his imagination, of course, but it made him both hard and sad.
"Yes, Rupert?" he said softly, calming a bit. Both his and Rupert's scents were still heavy in the air, but without Rupert's body against his it was no longer quite so overwhelming.
"This is not something for which you ever have to apologize to me." There was a firmness in Rupert's tone that said he meant it, completely and totally. Wesley smiled, albeit a bit sadly. He knew that. He did. Rupert had said it enough that he should have known the words were coming. It hardly matter when Wesley wanted nothing more than to crawl into Rupert's bed, feel the man naked against him and . . . god, he couldn't even think about it in his current state. At this rate he'd have to calm down even before he let himself masturbate. He wasn't sure that wouldn't overwhelm at the moment.
"I know. Good night."
"Good night, Wesley. Sleep well."
"Not very likely. Not for a while at least," Wesley laughed, but even he could hear the slightly frayed edge of it. He had to get over this fear, had to master it, but when he was with Rupert it was all so intense and . . . he could run right up to the edge of the cliff, but never jump off. He didn't know what would happen if he let himself be overwhelmed.
"Don't feel lonely," there was a smile in Rupert's voice. It helped a great deal.
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