"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.
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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