Giles reached out with little more than a thought, sliding off the counter as he grabbed Wesley around the waist. They stood there for a long moment, both looking at the other with wide eyes. Giles was fairly sure that had something to do with two half-hard cocks meeting and . . . well, suddenly, not being 'half' anything.
Swallowing hard, he pulled one of Wesley arms around his shoulders, doing his best to ignore the feel as he turned and put some distance between most of the bodies. Wesley seemed slightly dazed as he let Giles take a good deal of his weight. Cursing himself for not thinking, Giles focused all his attention onto getting Wesley back to his bed, or he tried to.
His thoughts kept return to the all to brief moment of contact. God, now he'd embarrassed them both. Wesley's senses, or at least his sense of touch, was heightened to extremes. It was only to be expected anything against him would be . . . er, stimulating. Giles had no such excuse.
Wesley almost bit off his own tongue at the feel of Giles against him. His cock sprang to life so quickly it almost hurt, the sensations overwhelming him as all his nerve endings stood up and took notice. He couldn't have done anything but lean his weight on the other man, that smell even stronger and vaguely intoxicating.
"There you are," Giles' soft voice drew him from his daze and Wesley realized he was sitting on the edge of his bed.
Swallowing hard, he pulled one of Wesley arms around his shoulders, doing his best to ignore the feel as he turned and put some distance between most of the bodies. Wesley seemed slightly dazed as he let Giles take a good deal of his weight. Cursing himself for not thinking, Giles focused all his attention onto getting Wesley back to his bed, or he tried to.
His thoughts kept return to the all to brief moment of contact. God, now he'd embarrassed them both. Wesley's senses, or at least his sense of touch, was heightened to extremes. It was only to be expected anything against him would be . . . er, stimulating. Giles had no such excuse.
Wesley almost bit off his own tongue at the feel of Giles against him. His cock sprang to life so quickly it almost hurt, the sensations overwhelming him as all his nerve endings stood up and took notice. He couldn't have done anything but lean his weight on the other man, that smell even stronger and vaguely intoxicating.
"There you are," Giles' soft voice drew him from his daze and Wesley realized he was sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Uh-right. Thank you."
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