When Wesley climbed up on the cold table, a shiver ran through him. This wasn't the first time they had ever shagged on a table, but it was the first time in several years, and between the anticipation and chill, he was starting to feel a bit juttery. Especially when Rupert disappeared into the kitchen for a moment.
When he returned, Wesley watched his lover strip and then approach him. He lay back on the table, arching up slightly when the cold hit his skin and then again when he felt Rupert's finger press inside him. Oh God, he had been fantasizing about this all week, and of course, the dream never was as good as the reality.
"No more being apart for a week or more ever again, please," he managed before groaning as another finger slid into him. "I don't think I could take it."
Within minutes, he was ready to beg Rupert to put his cock in him when he felt him remove his fingers and place his tip to his entrance, sliding inside. "Oh, God," he gasped, resting his legs against his lover's shoulders and pressing his hips up meet each of his thrusts.
It was nearly impossible to put into words just how having Rupert inside him, making love to him, made Wesley feel. The sensations were unlike anything else, especially when Rupert grasped his cock, causing him to almost black out for a moment. The pleasure began coiling inside him, deep down in the base of his spine.
"Rupert...so good," he said before closing his eyes and arching against the table, which was not beginning to feel warm and slippery against his back. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the table to steady himself, feeling like he was going to fall over at any moment.
He wasn't sure how long it had been before he felt his balls tighten, and overwhelmed from the stimulation both to his cock and his prostate, he finally let go, letting out a hoarse cry as his cock began twitching and his muscles began clenching.
Giles had always loved how receptive Wesley was. He'd never been with a lover before that vocalized his pleasure as much as Wesley did. With one hand on Wesley's cock, and the other on his hip, Giles thrust hard and firm into his lover. "No more trips unless we're together," he pushed out.
Thrusting harder, Giles began to feel his body start to tremble. A week without any sort of release was driving him mad and he was so close to falling over the edge. He could feel Wesley's cock begin to twitch in his hand and he groaned, feeling his balls start to tighten. "Wesley," he growled. He felt Wesley's muscles start to clench around him and he pushed in harder. And soon, everything exploded inside of him.
With a strangle cry, Giles felt his release flood into Wesley. His legs almost gave out but he caught himself before falling over. "Christ, Wesley..." He took a few shuddering breaths and removed Wesley's legs from him shoulders. He then looked down at his lover's face and started to laugh.
"I think we should maybe take a shower? You still have makeup on your face!" He said between giggles.
"Definitely not," Wesley agreed. "We're going together...no matter where or why..."
Once he orgasmed, he felt Rupert spill inside him, his cock twitching. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, and he closed his eyes, savoring it. He felt Rupert starting to fall against him and tried to raise his hands to help him, but his current position made it difficult.
When Rupert helped him put his legs down, he then sat up. He knew he'd have to clean the table later, but he didn't care. Especially when his lover mentioned the make-up on his face.
"I seem to remember you being the one to ask Fred to put it on me!" Wesley told him, swatting his hip. Sliding from the table, he then took his hand and led him to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower. Once it was the right tempertature, he pulled the other man in and picked up the soap to wash his face. "Better? Now we should probably clean the rest of ourselves up."
With a grin, he started soaping Rupert's abdomen before working his way down to clean his cock.
"I was under the influence of a very powerful spell!" Giles protested. When Wesley swatted his hip, he jumped a little and looked at him in mock anger. "I will get the braces out if you continue to be cheeky." He shook his head. "Looks like I'll have to retrain you again."
Soon he found himself in the shower with his lover and smiled. "Brilliant idea, love," he murmured as he felt Wesley's run the soapy sponge over his body. When he ran it lower, Giles felt his cock twitch and he moaned. "I don't know if I can do this again, love. Between the flight from England, being a pimp, keeping my lady friend in line, and shagging you senseless, I'm a bit knackered."
Reaching over, he took the sponge away from Wesley and turned him away so he could clean him out. "Feel better, love?" he whispered in Wesley's ear. He rinsed the sponge off and soaped it up again before turning his lover away to clean his front.
"Is that a promise?" Wesley asked with a soft chuckle at Rupert's threats to get the braces out. He had mentioned digging out the ones in his closet several times before he had been required to return to England, but they had yet to appear. "Maybe I do need that refresher course."
When he saw the effect his washing was having on his lover, he handed the sponge over, letting him clean him. He groaned a bit at the feel of the sponge in the same place where Rupert had just shagged him; it felt good to be clean though he absolutely enjoyed the sensation of his love coming inside him.
"Much better...for so many reasons," he said. So, so many reasons, not the least of which he was there with him.
When Rupert finished, he obediently turned around, hissing a bit as the sponge ran over him. "I can understand what you mean about being a bit knackered," he told him. He tried to keep himself from reacting any further though it was difficult.
"Here..." he managed, taking the sponge. "I'll get my feet."
Croaching down, he quickly lathered up his feet, the thought of what Gunn had done doing quite a bit to settle him down. When he finished, making sure they were clean, he stood back up and shut off the water before reaching out for one of the towels, which he wrapped around Rupert with a smile.
"It's definitely good to have you back home with me, love," he told him.
Giles watched as Wesley finished washing his feet. He was going to say something cheeky but decided just to keep his mouth closed. The thought of Gunn peeing on him made Giles shudder. He watched Wesley turn off the water and smiled when his love wrapped a towel around him. "It's good to be home," he said, before giving him a soft kiss.
Stepping out of shower, Giles finished drying himself off before placing his towel in the hamper. He was glad Wesley was messy since untidy people (like Xander!) drove him mad. Once Wesley was finished, he took his hand and led his lover out to the main room. "I need to get something out of my boxes," he said.
Giles was glad his boxes had arrived from England. He figured he'd spend the next day putting stuff away. "You should take the day off tomorrow and help me unpack." He shook his head, not believing he had moved in with Wesley. Things were finally looking up.
He pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms out of one of the boxers before smirking. "Remember these, love?" he asked, pulling out a pair of moron braces.
While watching his lover go through the boxes that had been delivered the day before, Wesley smiled. It was really real. He was with Rupert, and Rupert was here to stay. Since the apartment was quite big, Wesley had always felt a bit lonely, living there by himself, but now with the other man there, it seemed just the right size. There was plenty of room for his belongings. It would all fit together perfectly.
At Rupert's suggestion that he take the day off, Wesley rubbed his hand over his chin and smiled. "You know, that's a very good idea, love," he told him. Given the choice between staying home with the man he loved and helping him create their home together or going into the office, he would definitely always take the first option every time. "I'll call Angel in the morning and tell him I'm not coming in. Actually...I'll call Fred. That way I can check on her too. Then I'll be yours for the entire day."
When Rupert pulled out the maroon braces, Wesley had to force himself to keep from shuddering at the memories they immediately brought to mind - wonderful, very pleasurable memories. Walking over to him, he reached out and ran his finger along the underedge of the braces, giving his lover a smile.
"Don't think I'd ever be able to forgot those," he said in a low voice. He then raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit. "I think, though, that you may still have to give me that refresher course you were talking about. It has been a while."
Giles snapped the braces at Wesley and gave him a cheeky grin. "We might be able to slip a lesson in tomorrow," he said before leaning forward to kiss his lover. He placed the braces back in the box and took Wesley's hand and led them to bed, where he fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
The sun was just beginning to rise when Giles woke again. He stretched out his body, grimacing when he heard a few of his bones and joints cracked. There were times when he certainly felt his age. Turning a bit, he looked at Wesley and smiled. Everything he'd hoped for over the past few years were finally happening. The man he loved more than anything was lying beside him.
Leaning over, he softly kissed Wesley's shoulder and then rolled out of bed. He padded to the kitchen and started a pot of tea before finding his mobile. There wasn't any messages so he put it back down and went to the kitchen to finish the tea.
When Wesley started to wake up, he immediately felt as though something was missing. He reached over, his hand falling onto the bed, and he immediately opened his eyes, looking around. He hadn't dreamed what had happened had he? The whole Halloween party was crazy enough that it very well could have been. Was today the day Rupert was supposed to return?
Then he heard movement out in the main area of the flat and smiled softly. No. He most definitely hadn't dreamed the night before. Part of him sort of wished he had because it meant he had actually worn a dress and make-up and been peed on by Gunn. But part of him was glad he hadn't, not with the toe-curling way Rupert had shagged him on the table.
Sitting up on the bed, he picked up the phone on the nightstand and dialed Fred's number at the office, knowing that she was usually there by this time of the morning. After a few rings, she picked up.
"Fred Burkle."
"Fred, it's Wesley. How are you feeling this morning?" he asked.
"Better," she said. "I really do appreciate you and Rupert helping out last night. Knox was definitely getting overbearing. I'm going to talk to personnel about sending him to one of the special departments today and get him out of my lab."
"Good. I'm glad you're all right. Can you tell Angel that I won't be in today?"
"Ohhh...playing hookey with Rupert?"
Wes blushed a bit even though he knew that Fred couldn't see him. "I'm...going to help him unpack."
There was a gentle laugh from the other end of the line. "With plenty of breaks, I'm sure. Okay, I'll let Angel know. You and Rupert have a...productive day."
"Thanks, Fred. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye, Wes."
After he hung up the phone, he stood up and stretched, then headed out to the kitchen to find his lover waiting for the kettle to boil so he could make tea. Walking over, he slipped his arms around Rupert and kissed his neck.
"Morning, love," he said. "I've talked to Fred. She's doing fine, and everything's taken care of, so I'm not going in today. I'm all yours for the next twenty-four hours. Well, I'm all yours forever, but you know what I mean."
It was moments like this that made Giles wish he still used magic. He wanted to have the tea done before Wesley woke up. He had also wanted to have a few scones to go alone with it but it seemed Wesley didn't do much shopping. They would have to do that later because Giles wasn't about to eat takeaway every night.
When he heard the bedroom door open, he smiled and when Wesley wrapped his arms around him and kissed his neck, the smile turned to a grin. "Morning, love," Giles said as he turned around in his arms. He smirked at Wesley's messy hair and ran his fingers through it.
"That's wonderful news about Fred. Hopefully Knox as learnt his lesson," Giles commented before softly kissing Wesley's mouth. "And forever sounds quite wonderful." He then motioned toward the cupboards. "Although, if you want me to stick around, we have to get some food. I'll even cook for you."
Just then the tea kettle started to whistle and Giles gave Wesley a quick kiss and turned around to finish the tea.
At Rupert's comment about the state of his cupboards, Wesley cringed a little and opened one of them. He wasn't even sure he had been shopping since he had moved into here since he had been working most nights at the office up until Rupert had showed up. Even during the last week.
"We could go shopping later after we've unpacked some of your things," Wesley offered, liking the idea of having a meal cooking by his lover. He had always been a wonderful cook, he remembered...when they had had time for actual meals.
Watching as Rupert made the tea, he smiled when the aroma reached his nose, breathing in deeply. "Is this the tin you brought back with you from India?" he asked. It actually did smell much better than the blend he tended to drink - although he wasn't sure if he should tell him that. He'd probably never let him hear the end of it.
When he returned, Wesley watched his lover strip and then approach him. He lay back on the table, arching up slightly when the cold hit his skin and then again when he felt Rupert's finger press inside him. Oh God, he had been fantasizing about this all week, and of course, the dream never was as good as the reality.
"No more being apart for a week or more ever again, please," he managed before groaning as another finger slid into him. "I don't think I could take it."
Within minutes, he was ready to beg Rupert to put his cock in him when he felt him remove his fingers and place his tip to his entrance, sliding inside. "Oh, God," he gasped, resting his legs against his lover's shoulders and pressing his hips up meet each of his thrusts.
It was nearly impossible to put into words just how having Rupert inside him, making love to him, made Wesley feel. The sensations were unlike anything else, especially when Rupert grasped his cock, causing him to almost black out for a moment. The pleasure began coiling inside him, deep down in the base of his spine.
"Rupert...so good," he said before closing his eyes and arching against the table, which was not beginning to feel warm and slippery against his back. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the table to steady himself, feeling like he was going to fall over at any moment.
He wasn't sure how long it had been before he felt his balls tighten, and overwhelmed from the stimulation both to his cock and his prostate, he finally let go, letting out a hoarse cry as his cock began twitching and his muscles began clenching.
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Thrusting harder, Giles began to feel his body start to tremble. A week without any sort of release was driving him mad and he was so close to falling over the edge. He could feel Wesley's cock begin to twitch in his hand and he groaned, feeling his balls start to tighten. "Wesley," he growled. He felt Wesley's muscles start to clench around him and he pushed in harder. And soon, everything exploded inside of him.
With a strangle cry, Giles felt his release flood into Wesley. His legs almost gave out but he caught himself before falling over. "Christ, Wesley..." He took a few shuddering breaths and removed Wesley's legs from him shoulders. He then looked down at his lover's face and started to laugh.
"I think we should maybe take a shower? You still have makeup on your face!" He said between giggles.
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Once he orgasmed, he felt Rupert spill inside him, his cock twitching. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, and he closed his eyes, savoring it. He felt Rupert starting to fall against him and tried to raise his hands to help him, but his current position made it difficult.
When Rupert helped him put his legs down, he then sat up. He knew he'd have to clean the table later, but he didn't care. Especially when his lover mentioned the make-up on his face.
"I seem to remember you being the one to ask Fred to put it on me!" Wesley told him, swatting his hip. Sliding from the table, he then took his hand and led him to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower. Once it was the right tempertature, he pulled the other man in and picked up the soap to wash his face. "Better? Now we should probably clean the rest of ourselves up."
With a grin, he started soaping Rupert's abdomen before working his way down to clean his cock.
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Soon he found himself in the shower with his lover and smiled. "Brilliant idea, love," he murmured as he felt Wesley's run the soapy sponge over his body. When he ran it lower, Giles felt his cock twitch and he moaned. "I don't know if I can do this again, love. Between the flight from England, being a pimp, keeping my lady friend in line, and shagging you senseless, I'm a bit knackered."
Reaching over, he took the sponge away from Wesley and turned him away so he could clean him out. "Feel better, love?" he whispered in Wesley's ear. He rinsed the sponge off and soaped it up again before turning his lover away to clean his front.
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When he saw the effect his washing was having on his lover, he handed the sponge over, letting him clean him. He groaned a bit at the feel of the sponge in the same place where Rupert had just shagged him; it felt good to be clean though he absolutely enjoyed the sensation of his love coming inside him.
"Much better...for so many reasons," he said. So, so many reasons, not the least of which he was there with him.
When Rupert finished, he obediently turned around, hissing a bit as the sponge ran over him. "I can understand what you mean about being a bit knackered," he told him. He tried to keep himself from reacting any further though it was difficult.
"Here..." he managed, taking the sponge. "I'll get my feet."
Croaching down, he quickly lathered up his feet, the thought of what Gunn had done doing quite a bit to settle him down. When he finished, making sure they were clean, he stood back up and shut off the water before reaching out for one of the towels, which he wrapped around Rupert with a smile.
"It's definitely good to have you back home with me, love," he told him.
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Stepping out of shower, Giles finished drying himself off before placing his towel in the hamper. He was glad Wesley was messy since untidy people (like Xander!) drove him mad. Once Wesley was finished, he took his hand and led his lover out to the main room. "I need to get something out of my boxes," he said.
Giles was glad his boxes had arrived from England. He figured he'd spend the next day putting stuff away. "You should take the day off tomorrow and help me unpack." He shook his head, not believing he had moved in with Wesley. Things were finally looking up.
He pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms out of one of the boxers before smirking. "Remember these, love?" he asked, pulling out a pair of moron braces.
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At Rupert's suggestion that he take the day off, Wesley rubbed his hand over his chin and smiled. "You know, that's a very good idea, love," he told him. Given the choice between staying home with the man he loved and helping him create their home together or going into the office, he would definitely always take the first option every time. "I'll call Angel in the morning and tell him I'm not coming in. Actually...I'll call Fred. That way I can check on her too. Then I'll be yours for the entire day."
When Rupert pulled out the maroon braces, Wesley had to force himself to keep from shuddering at the memories they immediately brought to mind - wonderful, very pleasurable memories. Walking over to him, he reached out and ran his finger along the underedge of the braces, giving his lover a smile.
"Don't think I'd ever be able to forgot those," he said in a low voice. He then raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit. "I think, though, that you may still have to give me that refresher course you were talking about. It has been a while."
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The sun was just beginning to rise when Giles woke again. He stretched out his body, grimacing when he heard a few of his bones and joints cracked. There were times when he certainly felt his age. Turning a bit, he looked at Wesley and smiled. Everything he'd hoped for over the past few years were finally happening. The man he loved more than anything was lying beside him.
Leaning over, he softly kissed Wesley's shoulder and then rolled out of bed. He padded to the kitchen and started a pot of tea before finding his mobile. There wasn't any messages so he put it back down and went to the kitchen to finish the tea.
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Then he heard movement out in the main area of the flat and smiled softly. No. He most definitely hadn't dreamed the night before. Part of him sort of wished he had because it meant he had actually worn a dress and make-up and been peed on by Gunn. But part of him was glad he hadn't, not with the toe-curling way Rupert had shagged him on the table.
Sitting up on the bed, he picked up the phone on the nightstand and dialed Fred's number at the office, knowing that she was usually there by this time of the morning. After a few rings, she picked up.
"Fred Burkle."
"Fred, it's Wesley. How are you feeling this morning?" he asked.
"Better," she said. "I really do appreciate you and Rupert helping out last night. Knox was definitely getting overbearing. I'm going to talk to personnel about sending him to one of the special departments today and get him out of my lab."
"Good. I'm glad you're all right. Can you tell Angel that I won't be in today?"
"Ohhh...playing hookey with Rupert?"
Wes blushed a bit even though he knew that Fred couldn't see him. "I'm...going to help him unpack."
There was a gentle laugh from the other end of the line. "With plenty of breaks, I'm sure. Okay, I'll let Angel know. You and Rupert have a...productive day."
"Thanks, Fred. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye, Wes."
After he hung up the phone, he stood up and stretched, then headed out to the kitchen to find his lover waiting for the kettle to boil so he could make tea. Walking over, he slipped his arms around Rupert and kissed his neck.
"Morning, love," he said. "I've talked to Fred. She's doing fine, and everything's taken care of, so I'm not going in today. I'm all yours for the next twenty-four hours. Well, I'm all yours forever, but you know what I mean."
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When he heard the bedroom door open, he smiled and when Wesley wrapped his arms around him and kissed his neck, the smile turned to a grin. "Morning, love," Giles said as he turned around in his arms. He smirked at Wesley's messy hair and ran his fingers through it.
"That's wonderful news about Fred. Hopefully Knox as learnt his lesson," Giles commented before softly kissing Wesley's mouth. "And forever sounds quite wonderful." He then motioned toward the cupboards. "Although, if you want me to stick around, we have to get some food. I'll even cook for you."
Just then the tea kettle started to whistle and Giles gave Wesley a quick kiss and turned around to finish the tea.
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"We could go shopping later after we've unpacked some of your things," Wesley offered, liking the idea of having a meal cooking by his lover. He had always been a wonderful cook, he remembered...when they had had time for actual meals.
Watching as Rupert made the tea, he smiled when the aroma reached his nose, breathing in deeply. "Is this the tin you brought back with you from India?" he asked. It actually did smell much better than the blend he tended to drink - although he wasn't sure if he should tell him that. He'd probably never let him hear the end of it.
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