Fic: Knights in Red Satin (Xander/Wes)
Title: Knights on Red Satin
Fandom: BtVS
Author: Ellidyay
Rating: NC-17
Time: AtS S1, not long after Wes shows up.
Characters: Xander/Wesley
Prompt: 03. Satin
Word Count: 381
Warnings: m/m sex, stream ‘o conciousness, unbeta’d,
Summary: Xander gets up some quality time with some satin sheets.
Disclaimer: Yeah, if they were mine, Xander would have found love and been happy. Clearly, they're not mine. *grumbles*
Recap: My Kinky Table
A/N: Written for Smut_69
He hadn’t expected satin sheets. Granted, he hadn’t expected most of the situation but he really hadn’t expected an up close and personal introduction to the sheets of Angel’s huge bed.
Of course his world hadn’t tilted so far off its axis that he was in this bed with Angel himself, but Jesus Christ Wesley certainly seemed to know his way around a mattress. Xander wondered, as he watched that dark head bob up and down on his cock, exactly where the timid, straight-laced Giles-wannabe Watcher had gone and this rumpled and sexy but still very British, very articulate and intellectual Wesley had come from.
He decided, as he groaned and arched up into the hot cavern of Wes’ mouth, clutched at the satin in desperation and came locked firmly between the older man’s lips; that he didn’t really give a shit because he was in the process of meeting God on the heels of that orgasm, thanks very much. Before he and the big man upstairs even got a chance to finish their conversation, he’s being flipped onto his stomach and entered, hard and fast, his face sliding against the sheets and meeting with zero resistance from friction. Each thrust pushed him across the expanse of space, and all he could do was grunt at the force of each entry, each brush of his prostate.
He figured later, after his mind blacked out again and he went back to finish that chat with the Lord, that Angel will be able to smell his semen on the sheets. The idea of Deadboy sleeping on sheets splattered with his and Wes’ come sent a smirk curling the corners of his lips.
Wesley grinned back him, but that was probably from the sex. After all, Angel wasn’t do back from Cordelia’s latest vision (which sent him searching for some sacred thing in some place far enough away to be a real shlep) for another week and well…Xander could just call the Scoobies and tell them he needed to stay a little longer to get the books Willow wanted to borrow from Deadboy. Right, he thought has he rested his head on Wes’ chest in a cocoon of blood colored satin. Books.
Fandom: BtVS
Author: Ellidyay
Rating: NC-17
Time: AtS S1, not long after Wes shows up.
Characters: Xander/Wesley
Prompt: 03. Satin
Word Count: 381
Warnings: m/m sex, stream ‘o conciousness, unbeta’d,
Summary: Xander gets up some quality time with some satin sheets.
Disclaimer: Yeah, if they were mine, Xander would have found love and been happy. Clearly, they're not mine. *grumbles*
Recap: My Kinky Table
A/N: Written for Smut_69
He hadn’t expected satin sheets. Granted, he hadn’t expected most of the situation but he really hadn’t expected an up close and personal introduction to the sheets of Angel’s huge bed.
Of course his world hadn’t tilted so far off its axis that he was in this bed with Angel himself, but Jesus Christ Wesley certainly seemed to know his way around a mattress. Xander wondered, as he watched that dark head bob up and down on his cock, exactly where the timid, straight-laced Giles-wannabe Watcher had gone and this rumpled and sexy but still very British, very articulate and intellectual Wesley had come from.
He decided, as he groaned and arched up into the hot cavern of Wes’ mouth, clutched at the satin in desperation and came locked firmly between the older man’s lips; that he didn’t really give a shit because he was in the process of meeting God on the heels of that orgasm, thanks very much. Before he and the big man upstairs even got a chance to finish their conversation, he’s being flipped onto his stomach and entered, hard and fast, his face sliding against the sheets and meeting with zero resistance from friction. Each thrust pushed him across the expanse of space, and all he could do was grunt at the force of each entry, each brush of his prostate.
He figured later, after his mind blacked out again and he went back to finish that chat with the Lord, that Angel will be able to smell his semen on the sheets. The idea of Deadboy sleeping on sheets splattered with his and Wes’ come sent a smirk curling the corners of his lips.
Wesley grinned back him, but that was probably from the sex. After all, Angel wasn’t do back from Cordelia’s latest vision (which sent him searching for some sacred thing in some place far enough away to be a real shlep) for another week and well…Xander could just call the Scoobies and tell them he needed to stay a little longer to get the books Willow wanted to borrow from Deadboy. Right, he thought has he rested his head on Wes’ chest in a cocoon of blood colored satin. Books.