By request: S/W/A
For theferretgirl who needed some Spike/Wes/Angel. Hopefully this will scare the nasty germs away and she'll get better.
Wesley's been working way too hard. Set somewhere around "Unleashed," dialogue is from the same. NC-17
You were late.
Angel’s voice had sounded harsh even to Wesley’s ears. And lately Wesley always expected him to be harsh with him about something. Then, of course, he’d had to go and act like a prat about Knox to overcompensate for the uneasiness he was feeling about both Angel and Fred.
But still, it's not like everyone there's evil. I mean, we work with
these people. Some of 'em I see more than I see you guys, at least
lately, anyway.
And you think you can trust him? Them.
What?
These...people, the ones you're spending so much time with lately.
Knox, for example.
Finally, blessedly alone in his office, he put his head in his hands and sighed. He could make a bloody mess of anything, even a simple extra-office meeting all by simply being alive and opening his mouth.
He sighed again thinking over the whole Knox situation, and he knew in his gut that he wasn’t wrong about Knox. He was a fawning, presumptuous-
“Oy, Percy, why so glum? Angel take away all your books? You look a little tense. May I? Oh, I know, it’s that Fred bird. Got you all tied up in knots, doesn’t she? Me too, if I thought she’d even look at me as more than a lab project.”
Wes sagged back in his chair determined that he would never get a moment of quiet to himself again as long as he lived and breathed. Spike hadn’t waited for an affirmation, and had gone ahead and started massaging Wesley’s shoulders making it much easier for Wes to ignore Spike’s prattling, and Knox, and Fred, and quite possibly even Angel...
Spike’s hands felt delicious, long lean fingers digging deep in the tissue and making him moan involuntarily. There were moments when the sensation disappeared, but then Spike would be back, a stream of mumbled curses flying in his wake. It just made Wesley smile and lean into the touch that much more.
“Lean forward, pet.” Spike’s voice was unusually soft, and Wesley thought if Spike spoke like that all the time, he’d have the whole building in his trance and he’d be out of here in no time. Which was quite the opposite of what Wesley wanted right now. Spike’s hands slid down Wesley’s back, rubbing firm circles with his fingers, and getting low enough that he reached Wesley’s waist. Without even asking, Spike pulled Wesley’s shirt free and rubbed his hands underneath, prompting a moan from them both. Wesley’s skin was heated from Spike’s ministrations and the coolness against it felt alarmingly good. So good, he was thinking a hot shower where he could jerk off to thoughts of Spike’s hand might be just the thing when Spike finished. He was just about to pillow his head against his arms on his desk and enjoy the rest of the ride when he heard the door click open.
He started out of his dreamy state, and tensed right back up again when Angel came through the door, barging in without knocking. “Wes- Oh. I should come back later.”
“No, you ponce, you bloody well shouldn’t now that you’ve interrupted.” Wes had immediately bolted back upright in his chair, forcing Spike’s hands away. “No, now I think you owe Wes a favor, seeing as how he was almost Jell-o a moment ago and now you’ve got him wound up tighter than my pants.” If it was possible, Spike’s tone was smug as well as angry at the same time.
“I really don’t think I have to do anything you say, Spike.” Angel’s tone was venomous, but he had caught the blush that had risen in Wesley’s cheeks at Spike’s mention of a favor, and after taking a breath he realized Wes was feeling good in more ways than just a massage. “But you’re right, I’ve been pretty hard on Wes lately, and he deserves some better treatment.” Angel was already next to Wesley’s side of the desk and getting closer by the second. He turned Wesley’s chair away from the desk, and kneeled in front of him.
“Angel, really, I don’t think-” But Wesley’s blush was even more furious, his neck tinting red as well in a flush of heat. Taking Wes’s embarrassment as an invitation, Angel’s hand gently spread Wesley’s knees to get closer. Wesley’s protests died in his throat when Angel’s hands started to unzip him and simultaneously Spike managed to stay corporeal long enough for a kiss.
“You really,” Angel’s hand brushed aside the material of his trousers, “have been,” his hand delicately shifting aside cloth until Wes’s cock was free and surrounded by his hand, “working too hard.” Angel said with a wicked smile, his fingers stroking Wesley’s shaft and eliciting a moan as Wesley now watched Angel. Angel was touching him. Angel was touching his cock. And Spike’s hands were running over his chest, inside his shirt, and finally twisting his nipples, both at once, his hips thrusting into Angel’s hand and a loud groan escaping his mouth.
“Yeah, just like that, pet,” Spike’s voice was still whisper soft, but somehow it hit every nerve just right. Wesley almost didn’t notice when Angel’s head moved further into his lap, and then he was covered in Angel’s mouth. Angel’s mouth. Sucking on him. Licking, making tiny whimpering noises...like he was enjoying this. Wesley’s head rolled back and Spike caught his mouth in a barely there kiss, and then Wesley was feeling Angel’s hand covering Spike’s on his chest. They both toyed with his nipples, flicking a nail across them, twisting, tugging, finally making Wesley buck his hips into Angel’s mouth, his cock bumping the back of Angel’s throat. Angel moaned and took him in as far as he could go, the vibrations making Wesley’s head spin, and his hands grapple for Angel and Spike.
“Please.” Wesley didn’t know who he was asking, or for what, but he couldn’t move, he was so close to coming.
Angel’s dark head bobbed again in Wesley’s lap, sucking in tight at the tip and then deep-throating him again, as Spike pulled one of Angel’s fingers from Wesley’s chest into his mouth. Wesley shuddered and came as he watched Spike go down on Angel’s finger in time with Angel’s mouth around his cock. After swallowing every drop and licking him clean, Angel pulled away. He took care tucking Wes back into his trousers. “Nice work, Wes. Keep it up.” Angel rose and grabbed Spike by the back of the head and kissed him hard above Wesley.
Angel was heading to the door, hand already on the knob, when Wesley finally regained use of his voice. “Angel, wait! I could- You...”
Angel shook his head, “No, tonight was for you Wes,” and opened the door to leave.
“Angel,” Wesley cried again, but Angel was already gone. Wesley glanced around, and so was Spike. He whirled back around to his desk and hit his elbow on a book... waking up.
He was still in his office, but he was leaned over his desk just as he usually was when he fell asleep working at his desk. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, but his trousers were soaked on the front. That was a good dream, he had to admit. Bloody real, too. He got up and was packing his things to go home, hoping he could hide the stain on his pants with his coat, and then noticing that his neck and back felt oddly good. Very good. Too good for just a dream, he thought as he left his office and headed for home.
Wesley's been working way too hard. Set somewhere around "Unleashed," dialogue is from the same. NC-17
You were late.
Angel’s voice had sounded harsh even to Wesley’s ears. And lately Wesley always expected him to be harsh with him about something. Then, of course, he’d had to go and act like a prat about Knox to overcompensate for the uneasiness he was feeling about both Angel and Fred.
But still, it's not like everyone there's evil. I mean, we work with
these people. Some of 'em I see more than I see you guys, at least
lately, anyway.
And you think you can trust him? Them.
What?
These...people, the ones you're spending so much time with lately.
Knox, for example.
Finally, blessedly alone in his office, he put his head in his hands and sighed. He could make a bloody mess of anything, even a simple extra-office meeting all by simply being alive and opening his mouth.
He sighed again thinking over the whole Knox situation, and he knew in his gut that he wasn’t wrong about Knox. He was a fawning, presumptuous-
“Oy, Percy, why so glum? Angel take away all your books? You look a little tense. May I? Oh, I know, it’s that Fred bird. Got you all tied up in knots, doesn’t she? Me too, if I thought she’d even look at me as more than a lab project.”
Wes sagged back in his chair determined that he would never get a moment of quiet to himself again as long as he lived and breathed. Spike hadn’t waited for an affirmation, and had gone ahead and started massaging Wesley’s shoulders making it much easier for Wes to ignore Spike’s prattling, and Knox, and Fred, and quite possibly even Angel...
Spike’s hands felt delicious, long lean fingers digging deep in the tissue and making him moan involuntarily. There were moments when the sensation disappeared, but then Spike would be back, a stream of mumbled curses flying in his wake. It just made Wesley smile and lean into the touch that much more.
“Lean forward, pet.” Spike’s voice was unusually soft, and Wesley thought if Spike spoke like that all the time, he’d have the whole building in his trance and he’d be out of here in no time. Which was quite the opposite of what Wesley wanted right now. Spike’s hands slid down Wesley’s back, rubbing firm circles with his fingers, and getting low enough that he reached Wesley’s waist. Without even asking, Spike pulled Wesley’s shirt free and rubbed his hands underneath, prompting a moan from them both. Wesley’s skin was heated from Spike’s ministrations and the coolness against it felt alarmingly good. So good, he was thinking a hot shower where he could jerk off to thoughts of Spike’s hand might be just the thing when Spike finished. He was just about to pillow his head against his arms on his desk and enjoy the rest of the ride when he heard the door click open.
He started out of his dreamy state, and tensed right back up again when Angel came through the door, barging in without knocking. “Wes- Oh. I should come back later.”
“No, you ponce, you bloody well shouldn’t now that you’ve interrupted.” Wes had immediately bolted back upright in his chair, forcing Spike’s hands away. “No, now I think you owe Wes a favor, seeing as how he was almost Jell-o a moment ago and now you’ve got him wound up tighter than my pants.” If it was possible, Spike’s tone was smug as well as angry at the same time.
“I really don’t think I have to do anything you say, Spike.” Angel’s tone was venomous, but he had caught the blush that had risen in Wesley’s cheeks at Spike’s mention of a favor, and after taking a breath he realized Wes was feeling good in more ways than just a massage. “But you’re right, I’ve been pretty hard on Wes lately, and he deserves some better treatment.” Angel was already next to Wesley’s side of the desk and getting closer by the second. He turned Wesley’s chair away from the desk, and kneeled in front of him.
“Angel, really, I don’t think-” But Wesley’s blush was even more furious, his neck tinting red as well in a flush of heat. Taking Wes’s embarrassment as an invitation, Angel’s hand gently spread Wesley’s knees to get closer. Wesley’s protests died in his throat when Angel’s hands started to unzip him and simultaneously Spike managed to stay corporeal long enough for a kiss.
“You really,” Angel’s hand brushed aside the material of his trousers, “have been,” his hand delicately shifting aside cloth until Wes’s cock was free and surrounded by his hand, “working too hard.” Angel said with a wicked smile, his fingers stroking Wesley’s shaft and eliciting a moan as Wesley now watched Angel. Angel was touching him. Angel was touching his cock. And Spike’s hands were running over his chest, inside his shirt, and finally twisting his nipples, both at once, his hips thrusting into Angel’s hand and a loud groan escaping his mouth.
“Yeah, just like that, pet,” Spike’s voice was still whisper soft, but somehow it hit every nerve just right. Wesley almost didn’t notice when Angel’s head moved further into his lap, and then he was covered in Angel’s mouth. Angel’s mouth. Sucking on him. Licking, making tiny whimpering noises...like he was enjoying this. Wesley’s head rolled back and Spike caught his mouth in a barely there kiss, and then Wesley was feeling Angel’s hand covering Spike’s on his chest. They both toyed with his nipples, flicking a nail across them, twisting, tugging, finally making Wesley buck his hips into Angel’s mouth, his cock bumping the back of Angel’s throat. Angel moaned and took him in as far as he could go, the vibrations making Wesley’s head spin, and his hands grapple for Angel and Spike.
“Please.” Wesley didn’t know who he was asking, or for what, but he couldn’t move, he was so close to coming.
Angel’s dark head bobbed again in Wesley’s lap, sucking in tight at the tip and then deep-throating him again, as Spike pulled one of Angel’s fingers from Wesley’s chest into his mouth. Wesley shuddered and came as he watched Spike go down on Angel’s finger in time with Angel’s mouth around his cock. After swallowing every drop and licking him clean, Angel pulled away. He took care tucking Wes back into his trousers. “Nice work, Wes. Keep it up.” Angel rose and grabbed Spike by the back of the head and kissed him hard above Wesley.
Angel was heading to the door, hand already on the knob, when Wesley finally regained use of his voice. “Angel, wait! I could- You...”
Angel shook his head, “No, tonight was for you Wes,” and opened the door to leave.
“Angel,” Wesley cried again, but Angel was already gone. Wesley glanced around, and so was Spike. He whirled back around to his desk and hit his elbow on a book... waking up.
He was still in his office, but he was leaned over his desk just as he usually was when he fell asleep working at his desk. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, but his trousers were soaked on the front. That was a good dream, he had to admit. Bloody real, too. He got up and was packing his things to go home, hoping he could hide the stain on his pants with his coat, and then noticing that his neck and back felt oddly good. Very good. Too good for just a dream, he thought as he left his office and headed for home.