The fact that he'd woken up several times during the night had not surprised Wesley. The fact that Giles hadn't slept very well hadn't surprised him either. But he did manage to get some sleep and by the time dawn was nearing he even managed to slip into a deep sleep. Mostly thanks to Giles.
The man really had worn him out. That, and his lovers weight on him made him feel very safe, secure, cared for. Alive. Both to himself and Giles. He liked Giles just where he was, not that the man was trying to move way. Wait...he was.
Wesley frowned a little in his sleep. His arms and legs tightened around Giles. Automatically this made him clench around his lover's cock and the stifled gasp he thought he heard made him grin in his sleep. Giles wasn't going anywhere. At least not until Wesley was going to let him.
Giles raised an eyebrow at his apparently sleeping partner. Though Wesley did seem to be all but unconscious, there was a grin on his face and Giles was fascinated by it. The mere sight made him smile as well and he was tempted to run his fingers over it, over all of Wesley's features.
He didn't want to wake Wes, though, if indeed the man was actually sleeping, and so did move. He was fairly certain Wesley wasn't going to let go any time soon in any case. Smiling at that, Giles resettled himself against Wesley. He didn't think he'd be able to get any more sleep, but it was nice to lie there and listen to his lover's breathing, the steady beat of Wesley's heart.
Wesley woke sometime later. He didn't really know how much later, just that he'd been awake a few times before. Apparently, he'd been able to drift right back to sleep again, no doubt thanks to Giles on top of him. Though, by now the weight was starting to make his breathing a little difficult.
He recalled Giles moving about a bit, probably not all that long ago. But since the man was still there, he'd obviously not gotten far. And when Wesley realized how tightly he had wrapped himself around his lover, he understood why. Which...made him grin.
Of course then last nights events came tumbling back and the smile faded. Rapidly even, as he stared up to the ceiling with a frown. Who'd do such a thing? And whom exactly was it aimed at? Giles, obviously, or so he thought. But they'd destroyed *his* bloody garden. Frowning deeper, he rubbed his hand over Giles' back while staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all.
"Hmmm, awake, are you?" Giles asked, body automatically moving slightly up into Wesley's touch. He'd woken, he thought, because Wesley's grip had loosened a little and by now he knew he had to be an uncomfortable weight on Wesley.
"Are you willing to let me go for a few moments?" There was a thread of humor in Giles' voice and he turned his head up to look sleepily at his lover. The look on Wesley's face worried him, but he'd expected that. He knew that he was going to worry about Wesley until this was finished. Thankfully, he'd come up with a few idea as to how they could manage that. That was, however, talk for a little later.
"Unless I've taken up the habit of sleeping with my eyes open, I think I'm awake," Wesley replied, trying for a light tone and knowing he was failing. He just wished that for one he could turn off his thinking. He was always thinking, always analyzing, always wanting to know..
He frowned at Giles next question, his grip tightening only a moment before he forced himself to relax again. He was tempted to make a crack about Giles and Rupert the bear, but he wasn't really up to that. He didn't think it would be funny. When it came to funny he really ought not to try at all.
"If you really must leave." Letting his legs slip loose, he tilted his head to look at his lover for the first time he'd woken up. Mustering up a small smile, he unlaced his hand from the tight grip they had and cupped his lover's face instead, rubbing his thumbs over those lovely cheekbones. "Love you," he whispered.
"And I love you," Giles replied softly, leaning his face against Wesley's hand. "I'll only be gone a moment." Leaning in, Giles laid a chaste kiss against Wesley's lips and pulled away, his softened cock slipping from Wesley.
He made a quick trip to the bathroom, brushing his teeth while he was in there, and then made his was back to the bed, slipping in beside Wesley. He thought for a moment and then curled around Wesley, putting his head on his partner's shoulder and draping his body over Wes' so that Wesley wasn't taking all his weight.
Tangling the fingers of one hand with Wesley's, Giles had to fight back a yawn. "I don't suppose I'm going to get any more sleep, but if you think you can . . . "
Wesley smiled at Giles words, realizing that his inner self, his doubt was no longer screaming at him when he heard them. He briefly wondered when that had stopped, but came to the conclusinion he didn't care. Giles loved him, he love Giles, end of story. And damn, if the fact that he believed that didn't make him feel very, very good.
Groaning, when Giles cock slipped free, Wesley sighed at the loss. He rolled over to his stomach, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn't sleeping, or even in danger of dozing off. To concentrate on the sounds his lover was making in the bathroom. Perhaps making sure the man was still there. God, this wasn't going to be like...that time was he? Wesley didn't think he could handle that
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"That is a positively stunning idea," Giles replied, rubbing his head against Wesley's hand. He really didn't want to move just yet anyway and, moreover, he didn't want to go out and start fixing the garden yet. That would come later. Just then, he wanted to enjoy what peaceful time with Wesley they could eke out.
Curling closer to Wesley, Giles looked up at his partner. "You're a lovely sight in the mornings," he said softly, reaching up to smooth a bit of Wes' sleep rumpled hair. "Well, any time, but mornings especially."
Lying back down, Wesley let out a small groan when his muscles let him know just how much they had appreciated yesterday's activities. Which, apparently, even though it had been more then quite pleasurable, wasn't very much. Well, they had time to laze about in bed for... Actually, he didn't know for how long.
They'd still had to get out of their save little haven, as he'd come to think of their bedroom, but for now they still had time. They could go and research later, fix the...garden later. And, he through as he glanced over at sleeping kittens, feed the kittens later.
Giles words tore him out of his thoughts as Wesley blinked at the man confused. "So you keep saying," I said with a voice still rough from sleep. "I've no idea why that is though, since I know I look horrible in the morning." Or at any other given time, but he wasn't going to start that argument when he'd just woken up.
"No you don't," Giles countered simply, running his fingertip down Wesley's cheek. "But let's not argue over it. Just know that I find you lovely." Leaning in, Giles kissed Wesley's chin, letting his fingers trail down to Wesley's chest, where he rested his hand over the man's heart. The calm beating of it against his fingers was wonderfully reassuring.
Giles didn't even glance at the clock. He wasn't about to let himself start thinking of when they needed to be up, about how much they had to do. Instead, he was going to enjoy this moment. They became all the more important after something like the previous night.
Stretching, Giles yawned and then relaxed again, curling himself closer to Wesley.
"Yes, I do," Wesley, countered, wanting to have the last words since Giles looked to tired for any arguments anyway. The corners of his mouth quirked a little at the fleeting look that earned him again, but Wesley ignored it, snuggling a bit further under the coves.
He put his hand over the one on his chest, lacing their fingers together. Giles looked utterly relaxed and Wesley had to wonder if the man wasn't sore at all. Then again, his lover did have more...err...experience. Though, lately that had only been with him. And it was going to be *only* with him in the future as well.
"I wonder if there's time for a hot bath," he mumbled, suddenly realizing he'd not given Giles a massage in a damn long time. He missed that, a lot. "Or better yet, giving you a massage." Not that this would so him any good, he just loved touching Giles. Making him utter those sounds he did when Wesley massaged him. They were quite lovely.
"You're simply bursting with good ideas today," Giles said with a smile, squeezing lightly at the hand entwined with his own. "Of course, a hot bath and exchanging massages would be wonderful."
Giving Wesley a smile, Giles chuckled. "You don't honestly think I'm going to give up the joy of touching you whenever I can, do you?"
Despite his agreeing with Wesley about the bath, and about the massages, Giles didn't move right away. He was far too comfortable just then and even though he knew the bath would soothe away the stiffness and he'd get to have a naked, wet Wesley . . .
Wait, why aren't I moving? Giles blinked and then sat up, groaning slightly as his stiff muscles protested. "So, bath first or massages first?"
"That's because I am the brains of this operation," Wesley deadpanned. He even managed to keep the serious look on his face. Though it didn't take long for a small grin to break out. Wait, exchanging? That wasn't the plan.
Not that he didn't enjoy Giles massages, feeling those strong hand knead his muscles, firm hands gliding over his marred skin making him feel better with every touch. Why was he protesting again? Oh he hadn't yet, well he wasn't about to.
Stretching out, Wesley groaned again and winced. A laugh escaped him when he heard Giles do the same. Good, at least he wasn't the only one. "Hmmmm." Wrinkling his nose, Wesley thought that over. A bath would soothe the muscles. But a massage would work out the kinks better and then a bath would make sure they'd stayed that way.
"Massage first, bath later," he stated firmly, moving to lean over the edge of the bed to rummage around in his nightstand.
Giles smiled, leaning back to take in the sight before him, mainly Wesley naked bum and the curve of his lover's back. He really never tired of that. Of course, it also made him want to reach out and pinch, or slap, or . . . No, he thought it better if he didn’t.
"Oh, good, then you get to go first." Grinning, Giles turned over onto his stomach. If he rubbed down Wesley second, his lover could go straight from relaxed on the bed to relaxed in the bathtub, without having to use too many of those relaxed muscles in between.
It wasn't at all because he really was looking forward to Wesley's hands on him. No, that wasn't it at all.
Stretching out a bit more, Wesley gave Giles an amused look over his shoulder. He shook his head and peered into his drawer before finally pulling out one of the bottles of oil. The rest were still in the bathroom, but he didn't really feel like using the rose scented one. Too many memories as of yet.
"You just want my hands on you," he said amused. As he sat up, the covers sliding off his body as he did so. He pulled the covers down from Giles and moved to straddle the man's arse. And he most certainly did not rub his own arse over it a few times before leaning down a bit.
He kept most of his weight on his knees though as he let some of the now warm oil drizzled over a muscular back. It really had been far to long since he'd done this. Using the flat of his palm, he rubbed the oil into soft skin first before he started to massage the man, tip of his tongue poking out while he concentrated on getting all the knots.
Giles chuckled at his lover's words. "Always. I thought that was obvious." His smile fled, leaving behind a look of pure pleasure as Wesley settled on him and then those lovely hands began working his back.
He groaned, letting his eyes close and his body relax under his partner's skillful touch. "You're far too good at this, you know," he said on another groan. "If word ever gets out I'll never have you all to myself again."
The man really had worn him out. That, and his lovers weight on him made him feel very safe, secure, cared for. Alive. Both to himself and Giles. He liked Giles just where he was, not that the man was trying to move way. Wait...he was.
Wesley frowned a little in his sleep. His arms and legs tightened around Giles. Automatically this made him clench around his lover's cock and the stifled gasp he thought he heard made him grin in his sleep. Giles wasn't going anywhere. At least not until Wesley was going to let him.
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He didn't want to wake Wes, though, if indeed the man was actually sleeping, and so did move. He was fairly certain Wesley wasn't going to let go any time soon in any case. Smiling at that, Giles resettled himself against Wesley. He didn't think he'd be able to get any more sleep, but it was nice to lie there and listen to his lover's breathing, the steady beat of Wesley's heart.
Eventually, Giles dozed a bit.
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He recalled Giles moving about a bit, probably not all that long ago. But since the man was still there, he'd obviously not gotten far. And when Wesley realized how tightly he had wrapped himself around his lover, he understood why. Which...made him grin.
Of course then last nights events came tumbling back and the smile faded. Rapidly even, as he stared up to the ceiling with a frown. Who'd do such a thing? And whom exactly was it aimed at? Giles, obviously, or so he thought. But they'd destroyed *his* bloody garden. Frowning deeper, he rubbed his hand over Giles' back while staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all.
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"Are you willing to let me go for a few moments?" There was a thread of humor in Giles' voice and he turned his head up to look sleepily at his lover. The look on Wesley's face worried him, but he'd expected that. He knew that he was going to worry about Wesley until this was finished. Thankfully, he'd come up with a few idea as to how they could manage that. That was, however, talk for a little later.
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He frowned at Giles next question, his grip tightening only a moment before he forced himself to relax again. He was tempted to make a crack about Giles and Rupert the bear, but he wasn't really up to that. He didn't think it would be funny. When it came to funny he really ought not to try at all.
"If you really must leave." Letting his legs slip loose, he tilted his head to look at his lover for the first time he'd woken up. Mustering up a small smile, he unlaced his hand from the tight grip they had and cupped his lover's face instead, rubbing his thumbs over those lovely cheekbones. "Love you," he whispered.
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He made a quick trip to the bathroom, brushing his teeth while he was in there, and then made his was back to the bed, slipping in beside Wesley. He thought for a moment and then curled around Wesley, putting his head on his partner's shoulder and draping his body over Wes' so that Wesley wasn't taking all his weight.
Tangling the fingers of one hand with Wesley's, Giles had to fight back a yawn. "I don't suppose I'm going to get any more sleep, but if you think you can . . . "
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Groaning, when Giles cock slipped free, Wesley sighed at the loss. He rolled over to his stomach, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn't sleeping, or even in danger of dozing off. To concentrate on the sounds his lover was making in the bathroom. Perhaps making sure the man was still there. God, this wasn't going to be like...that time was he? Wesley didn't think he could handle that ( ... )
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Curling closer to Wesley, Giles looked up at his partner. "You're a lovely sight in the mornings," he said softly, reaching up to smooth a bit of Wes' sleep rumpled hair. "Well, any time, but mornings especially."
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They'd still had to get out of their save little haven, as he'd come to think of their bedroom, but for now they still had time. They could go and research later, fix the...garden later. And, he through as he glanced over at sleeping kittens, feed the kittens later.
Giles words tore him out of his thoughts as Wesley blinked at the man confused. "So you keep saying," I said with a voice still rough from sleep. "I've no idea why that is though, since I know I look horrible in the morning." Or at any other given time, but he wasn't going to start that argument when he'd just woken up.
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Giles didn't even glance at the clock. He wasn't about to let himself start thinking of when they needed to be up, about how much they had to do. Instead, he was going to enjoy this moment. They became all the more important after something like the previous night.
Stretching, Giles yawned and then relaxed again, curling himself closer to Wesley.
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He put his hand over the one on his chest, lacing their fingers together. Giles looked utterly relaxed and Wesley had to wonder if the man wasn't sore at all. Then again, his lover did have more...err...experience. Though, lately that had only been with him. And it was going to be *only* with him in the future as well.
"I wonder if there's time for a hot bath," he mumbled, suddenly realizing he'd not given Giles a massage in a damn long time. He missed that, a lot. "Or better yet, giving you a massage." Not that this would so him any good, he just loved touching Giles. Making him utter those sounds he did when Wesley massaged him. They were quite lovely.
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Giving Wesley a smile, Giles chuckled. "You don't honestly think I'm going to give up the joy of touching you whenever I can, do you?"
Despite his agreeing with Wesley about the bath, and about the massages, Giles didn't move right away. He was far too comfortable just then and even though he knew the bath would soothe away the stiffness and he'd get to have a naked, wet Wesley . . .
Wait, why aren't I moving? Giles blinked and then sat up, groaning slightly as his stiff muscles protested. "So, bath first or massages first?"
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Not that he didn't enjoy Giles massages, feeling those strong hand knead his muscles, firm hands gliding over his marred skin making him feel better with every touch. Why was he protesting again? Oh he hadn't yet, well he wasn't about to.
Stretching out, Wesley groaned again and winced. A laugh escaped him when he heard Giles do the same. Good, at least he wasn't the only one. "Hmmmm." Wrinkling his nose, Wesley thought that over. A bath would soothe the muscles. But a massage would work out the kinks better and then a bath would make sure they'd stayed that way.
"Massage first, bath later," he stated firmly, moving to lean over the edge of the bed to rummage around in his nightstand.
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"Oh, good, then you get to go first." Grinning, Giles turned over onto his stomach. If he rubbed down Wesley second, his lover could go straight from relaxed on the bed to relaxed in the bathtub, without having to use too many of those relaxed muscles in between.
It wasn't at all because he really was looking forward to Wesley's hands on him. No, that wasn't it at all.
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"You just want my hands on you," he said amused. As he sat up, the covers sliding off his body as he did so. He pulled the covers down from Giles and moved to straddle the man's arse. And he most certainly did not rub his own arse over it a few times before leaning down a bit.
He kept most of his weight on his knees though as he let some of the now warm oil drizzled over a muscular back. It really had been far to long since he'd done this. Using the flat of his palm, he rubbed the oil into soft skin first before he started to massage the man, tip of his tongue poking out while he concentrated on getting all the knots.
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He groaned, letting his eyes close and his body relax under his partner's skillful touch. "You're far too good at this, you know," he said on another groan. "If word ever gets out I'll never have you all to myself again."
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