"Oh but of course you are," Wesley continued his teasing. He was, strangely enough, quire enjoying it. A shiver went up his spine and he closed his eyes for a moment at Giles' growl. Christ, there he went with his voice again. He wondered if Giles knew... well of course he did. Why else did he bring that book yesterday?
He moved a bit down, working on the man's lowers back. Putting some more oil on the skin, he rubbed it in, enjoying the sounds his lover was making. They really ought not to wait so long before doing this. He loved giving Giles a massage. Whether the man needed one or not. Of course he thought Giles always needed one.
"Except for a few select customers of course," he added in a dry voice. "One needs to keep the clientele appraised, especially some of the demons. They might have a bit of information we could use.,” he snorted at that, shaking his head at the idea alone.
Giles growled again, shaking his head. "My Wesley," he said in a sulking tone. "My massages," he added, though he couldn't actually bring himself to interrupt the massage long enough to turn over and kiss his partner the way he wanted to. "Besides, the demons wouldn't be particularly appeased after I killed them. So, it wouldn't work all that well."
Nodding, Giles pressed upward into Wesley's touch, finding himself relaxed enough to almost be dozing. He wasn't dozing, but if Wesley kept doing such lovely things to his muscles, he was going to be, which he didn't want. He wasn't about to be cheated out of his chance to touch Wesley, nor was he going to doze and miss the chance at a hot bath with his lover.
"Mmm. My turn, or else I'm going to fall asleep and I'd much rather return the favor and then jump into a hot bath."
Grinning at Giles words, Wesley barely kept from laughing out loud. Though, there was that shiver again. He almost slapped Giles on his arse to tell him to stop that. But the point was that he didn't *really* want Giles to stop.
"You'd kill our informants just because I'd given them a massage? That's hardly productive, Giles," Wesley tutted, though his smile grew just a little bigger. He moved to his lovers arse, though he was quite sure that body part didn't need any kind of massaging. Not that he cared; he just wanted to be thorough. Of course.
He frowned at Giles words though. "I've not finished yet," he said, trying not to pout and not sure he was actually managing. "And you just woke up, how can you be falling asleep already?" Moving the flat of his hands up Giles' back, he stretched out on top of the man, leaning his head around to look into his eyes. "Hmmm?"
Giles moaned as Wesley's hand moved to his arse, pushing up into the touch. He smiled as Wesley laid out on top him, moving the little bit necessary to kiss Wes' nose. "One, I won't kill them for the massages, I'll kill them for the special treatments. The massages I'll only beat them over. Two, I can be falling back to sleep because you are an excellent masseur and I can't help but to relax when you touch me."
Smiling, Giles pressed up against Wesley's body, enjoying the feel of it and Wes' weight pressing him into the mattress. "Now, it is definitely my turn. Unless you don't want to get to that bath?"
Laughing softly at those words, Wesley nearly crossed his eyes to look at his nose. "But then you'd give my massage parlor a very bad reputation. Perhaps I shouldn't let you go near it if you're going to scare away all my customers." He tsked again, moving one foot up and down his love's leg.
Dipping his head, he captured Giles lips for a soft kiss, only pulling back when they needed air. "Of course I want to have a bath with you. There would be your naked self, and soap and a lot of hot water to relax in." He stretched out a little more, making himself quite comfortable ontop of his lover.
"The problem is that I've quite a lovely mattress which makes it rather impossible for me to move." Nodding his head ruefully, he scrapped his teeth over Giles' shoulder before biting in it gently.
"Well, that would be the point, now wouldn't it?" Giles replied to his lover's thoughts on him scaring away the customers. "Then I'd have those talented hands all to myself once again."
Giles returned Wesley's kiss, his lips clinging to Wes' until he needed to breath. "Yes, well, your mattress is going to be moving with you on top of it in a moment, which I--" Giles' words trailed off as Wesley's teeth scrape his should and Wesley bit at him. He gasped, head tilting to one side once again.
"You are incorrigible," he said with a smile. "Which I very much enjoy. However, one way or another, I'm going to get my hands on you."
Snorting, Wesley repeated is action. Scrapping his teeth over Giles shoulder and then biting into the skin gently. Just because he liked the reaction that gotten him the first time he did it. Snickered when Giles did it again, he let his body take all the weight, pressing his lover into the mattress.
"Really," he said, dragging up his most innocent expression. "How does that phrase go again?" He pretended to think that over while he let his hands wander over that lovely body underneath him. He dipped his head, nuzzling his lover neck.
"You and what army?" He laughed softly at that, moving a little bit ontop of his lover so the man wouldn't be completely crushed but he'd still be pinned down on the mattress by Wesley. Not that he had much weight to put into that, but still.
Giles laughed out loud, humming happily as Wesley began on his neck again. Good lord, the man knew exactly how to make him squirm. Which Giles did, in abundance. Pressing upwards, Giles got his hands under him and was fairly certain he could get his knees there as well.
"Well, I could always call Buffy," Giles said thoughtfully. "The phone's within easy reach and I'm sure our Slayer wouldn't mind coming over here to pry your naked body off mine. Oh, no, wait. Perhaps she would, silly girl."
Chuckling, Giles pushed up, getting his knees under him and going to all fours on the bed, which out Wesley in rather an interesting position, all thing considered.
Another snort escaped him at Giles words. He knew very well that his lover wouldn't do that, because it wouldn't only embarrass himself and Buffy, but Giles as well. No matter how comfortable the man felt with his body. "No you wouldn't," Wesley mumbled, continuing to nuzzle the man's neck, taking in the lovely smell.
Letting out a happy sigh, it turning into a small squeak when Giles suddenly started to move. Wesley looked confused for a moment until Giles got his hands and knees under him and moved up. Well, that was an interesting position, not one he'd been in before to be quite honest.
"I'm not moving you know," Wesley claimed stubbornly, wiggling a little bit on top of his lover. He moved his arms around Giles' torso, ceasing the opportunity to run his hands over the man’s chest. "You'll have to try...harder."
Giles paused, rather enjoying the feel of Wesley pressed against him this way. He pressed back against his lover and chuckled. "Now this is something new," he said with a smile, which only widened at Wesley's challenge.
"Oh, will I?" Giles laughed, straightening his torso with some effort and reaching back to smooth his hands down Wesley's sides, a moment before he started tickling him.
"Hmhm," Wesley nodded, sliding the flat of his palms down his lover's chest, stomach and then up again. He was quite glad that despite everything, they were still capable of getting into a light teasing mood. Though, he had no idea where it came from, nor did he care at the moment.
He could tell his lover was smiling and tightened his hold on the man, knowing he had something up his sleeve. If he were wearing sleeves that was. His suspicions were confirmed only moments later when his eyes went wide as Giles started to tickle him.
Unable to keep from laughing, Wesley tried to get his own fingers to move and tickle his lover back. It wasn't quite working though so instead he tried to push the man back down on the mattress again. "You don't play fair," he giggled, squirming against his lover.
He moved a bit down, working on the man's lowers back. Putting some more oil on the skin, he rubbed it in, enjoying the sounds his lover was making. They really ought not to wait so long before doing this. He loved giving Giles a massage. Whether the man needed one or not. Of course he thought Giles always needed one.
"Except for a few select customers of course," he added in a dry voice. "One needs to keep the clientele appraised, especially some of the demons. They might have a bit of information we could use.,” he snorted at that, shaking his head at the idea alone.
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Nodding, Giles pressed upward into Wesley's touch, finding himself relaxed enough to almost be dozing. He wasn't dozing, but if Wesley kept doing such lovely things to his muscles, he was going to be, which he didn't want. He wasn't about to be cheated out of his chance to touch Wesley, nor was he going to doze and miss the chance at a hot bath with his lover.
"Mmm. My turn, or else I'm going to fall asleep and I'd much rather return the favor and then jump into a hot bath."
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"You'd kill our informants just because I'd given them a massage? That's hardly productive, Giles," Wesley tutted, though his smile grew just a little bigger. He moved to his lovers arse, though he was quite sure that body part didn't need any kind of massaging. Not that he cared; he just wanted to be thorough. Of course.
He frowned at Giles words though. "I've not finished yet," he said, trying not to pout and not sure he was actually managing. "And you just woke up, how can you be falling asleep already?" Moving the flat of his hands up Giles' back, he stretched out on top of the man, leaning his head around to look into his eyes. "Hmmm?"
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Smiling, Giles pressed up against Wesley's body, enjoying the feel of it and Wes' weight pressing him into the mattress. "Now, it is definitely my turn. Unless you don't want to get to that bath?"
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Dipping his head, he captured Giles lips for a soft kiss, only pulling back when they needed air. "Of course I want to have a bath with you. There would be your naked self, and soap and a lot of hot water to relax in." He stretched out a little more, making himself quite comfortable ontop of his lover.
"The problem is that I've quite a lovely mattress which makes it rather impossible for me to move." Nodding his head ruefully, he scrapped his teeth over Giles' shoulder before biting in it gently.
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Giles returned Wesley's kiss, his lips clinging to Wes' until he needed to breath. "Yes, well, your mattress is going to be moving with you on top of it in a moment, which I--" Giles' words trailed off as Wesley's teeth scrape his should and Wesley bit at him. He gasped, head tilting to one side once again.
"You are incorrigible," he said with a smile. "Which I very much enjoy. However, one way or another, I'm going to get my hands on you."
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"Really," he said, dragging up his most innocent expression. "How does that phrase go again?" He pretended to think that over while he let his hands wander over that lovely body underneath him. He dipped his head, nuzzling his lover neck.
"You and what army?" He laughed softly at that, moving a little bit ontop of his lover so the man wouldn't be completely crushed but he'd still be pinned down on the mattress by Wesley. Not that he had much weight to put into that, but still.
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"Well, I could always call Buffy," Giles said thoughtfully. "The phone's within easy reach and I'm sure our Slayer wouldn't mind coming over here to pry your naked body off mine. Oh, no, wait. Perhaps she would, silly girl."
Chuckling, Giles pushed up, getting his knees under him and going to all fours on the bed, which out Wesley in rather an interesting position, all thing considered.
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Letting out a happy sigh, it turning into a small squeak when Giles suddenly started to move. Wesley looked confused for a moment until Giles got his hands and knees under him and moved up. Well, that was an interesting position, not one he'd been in before to be quite honest.
"I'm not moving you know," Wesley claimed stubbornly, wiggling a little bit on top of his lover. He moved his arms around Giles' torso, ceasing the opportunity to run his hands over the man’s chest. "You'll have to try...harder."
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"Oh, will I?" Giles laughed, straightening his torso with some effort and reaching back to smooth his hands down Wesley's sides, a moment before he started tickling him.
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He could tell his lover was smiling and tightened his hold on the man, knowing he had something up his sleeve. If he were wearing sleeves that was. His suspicions were confirmed only moments later when his eyes went wide as Giles started to tickle him.
Unable to keep from laughing, Wesley tried to get his own fingers to move and tickle his lover back. It wasn't quite working though so instead he tried to push the man back down on the mattress again. "You don't play fair," he giggled, squirming against his lover.
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