Grasping the handholds at either side of the shower seat, Wesley pulled himself up, and forced himself to stand erect. Well, more or less. Leaning heavily against the wall, he contemplated the tiles of the shower stall as he breathed deeply and willed his body to maintain balance, ignoring the tremors that seemed to be coming from every muscle
( ... )
Sighing, Wesley pulled the towel from his head and dried himself off, taking his time. That done, he took a deep breath as he stood on wobbly legs and wrapped the thing around his waist. Moving his arm around a bit he found that it hurt only a little worse than it had when he'd woken up and . . . strangely the pain didn't feel like a new one, so perhaps it had hurt because this wasn't the first time he'd done this
( ... )
Giles carefully looked elsewhere as Wesley dropped the towel. Not that he hadn't seen everything there was to see at one time or another during the last few weeks, but it wouldn't do to have Wesley turn around and find him gazing at his arse. He fiddled with the shaving implements he'd brought in and thought of the first, horrible attempt he'd made at getting Wesley to shave
( ... )
Stifling a sigh because the man had not asked for help, Giles hopped down from the counter. "Let me help?" He didn't take a step nearer the man, not even reach out a hand. He didn't want Wesley to feel pressured. However, it was clear that if he wanted to dress, Giles' help was going to be the only option
( ... )
At the first touch of Giles' hand on his skin, Wes' senses had gone on full sensual red alert. He could feel every whorl and dip of the man's fingertips, slightly rough and calloused in ways that spoke of both weapons and books. He supposed his own hands felt that way
( ... )
T-shirt in hand, Giles waited until the man had finished adjust his sweat pants before handing it over.
"You may want to sit down again and . . . take it easy on your arm." Giles left Wesley to take care of that himself, getting everything else ready for him. He heard Wesley emerged from the shower stall, but didn't look up. Trying to gain control over his wandering mind.
God, I've lost my mind, he chastised himself, the image of Wesley's cock, hard, just inches from his mouth, flashing into place every time he tried to push it away. Putting on his pleasant, blank, mask once more, Giles turned and hopped up onto the counter. There if Wesley needed assistance, but doing his best not to push the other man
( ... )
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"You may want to sit down again and . . . take it easy on your arm." Giles left Wesley to take care of that himself, getting everything else ready for him. He heard Wesley emerged from the shower stall, but didn't look up. Trying to gain control over his wandering mind.
God, I've lost my mind, he chastised himself, the image of Wesley's cock, hard, just inches from his mouth, flashing into place every time he tried to push it away. Putting on his pleasant, blank, mask once more, Giles turned and hopped up onto the counter. There if Wesley needed assistance, but doing his best not to push the other man ( ... )
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