Fic: Angel/Wes (implied)
Continued from this drabble for strangecreature's birthday. :)
Cosmo: Top Ten Ways to Keep Your Relationship From Becoming a Crowd
“Hey, Gunn, come here. Look at this.” Angel looked over at him eagerly about to get up to thrust the magazine under Gunn’s nose for the third time that night.
“Oh, no, Broody, you’re not getting me to look at that girly sex magazine again. You forget, I don’t want to know what you get up to with that boy you’ve got on the side.” Gunn continued polishing his axe, ignoring Angel’s look of disappointment, “Man, I don’t know why English hasn’t staked you yet,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Yeah, me neither,” Cordy piped in, ignoring Gunn’s murderous looks. “You know Wes has had the hots for you since he stumbled through the door in his white knight suit. Which he really shouldn’t have been allowed out in public in...” she said, giving her nails another sweep with the file.
Angel just smiled and continued perusing May’s issue of Cosmo. He wasn’t going to mention that Wes had first stumbled into his arms wearing leather pants, nor was he going to mention that his boy on the side was Wes, and the real reason the Watcher wasn’t moping around like someone killed his teddy bear was, in fact, because he was shagged senseless 9 nights out of 10, just like Cosmo prescribed.
Cosmo: Top Ten Ways to Keep Your Relationship From Becoming a Crowd
“Hey, Gunn, come here. Look at this.” Angel looked over at him eagerly about to get up to thrust the magazine under Gunn’s nose for the third time that night.
“Oh, no, Broody, you’re not getting me to look at that girly sex magazine again. You forget, I don’t want to know what you get up to with that boy you’ve got on the side.” Gunn continued polishing his axe, ignoring Angel’s look of disappointment, “Man, I don’t know why English hasn’t staked you yet,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Yeah, me neither,” Cordy piped in, ignoring Gunn’s murderous looks. “You know Wes has had the hots for you since he stumbled through the door in his white knight suit. Which he really shouldn’t have been allowed out in public in...” she said, giving her nails another sweep with the file.
Angel just smiled and continued perusing May’s issue of Cosmo. He wasn’t going to mention that Wes had first stumbled into his arms wearing leather pants, nor was he going to mention that his boy on the side was Wes, and the real reason the Watcher wasn’t moping around like someone killed his teddy bear was, in fact, because he was shagged senseless 9 nights out of 10, just like Cosmo prescribed.