As Wesley spoke, Giles smiled at his lover. "I'm glad I'm here too, love," he murmured before leaning over to softly kiss him. If Giles had his way, he would shag Wesley against the wall of the shower, but they didn't have the time since they were on a tight schedule. Besides, they would have plenty of time to do be together in Bath
( ... )
Wesley took the wash and started to clean himself. He wanted so badly to have Rupert take him and reassure him that everything would be all right because they were together. But as nice as it would have been to spend the entire day in the shower...or in the bed with Rupert, he knew that they had a lot to do before they left. So once he had used the wash, he handed it over to Rupert and took the shampoo to wash his hair
( ... )
The flight to England was uneventful. Somewhere over the Atlantic ocean Giles fell asleep, his hand still in Wesley's, and woke up an hour before they landed in London. Heathrow was busy, and it took them a while to get through customs. When they were finally finished, they gathered their luggage, rented a car and left the airport. They got caught one traffic jam within London, but once they were out of the city, the traffic lessened
( ... )
It felt a little strange to be back in England after so long. After having spent so much time in California, land of big cars, big houses and bigger egos, things in England seemed so much...smaller. But at the same time, there was something soothingly familiar about it all
( ... )
Giles smiled when Wesley asked for something to eat. "Cooking is my specialty, and I'm quite sure William filled the cupboards and icebox for us," he said before taking Wesley's hand so he could lead him to the kitchen. It was rather large, with several nice things. When Giles had taken over the estate, he had the kitchen remodeled
( ... )
Leaning forward against the countertop of the island, Wesley watched admiringly as Rupert chopped the vegetables to make them some omelets. He felt like he could just sit there and watch his lover all day, and knowing that he was doing this for him - because he loved him - made him feel all warm inside
( ... )
"I'll ring them this afternoon," Giles said before putting pepper on his omelet. "I'll get it for tomorrow night. It'll give us a day to rest." He tucked in and started to eat. It'd been a while since he'd had a large, homemade breakfast. In Sunnydale, he never liked cooking for himself, and with the end of the world coming, they didn't have much time.
Giles' eyes ticked up at Wesley's comment about doing him. A smirk slid on his face as he thought of an idea. "I'll be right back, love," he whispered before wiping his mouth off and standing from the table. He jogged upstairs and looked through one of the wardrobes. Once he had what he wanted, he came back to the kitchen.
"I thought perhaps we could change a couple of things today," he said as he sat down again. He placed two silk ties on the table and gave his lover a sheepish look. "I always tie you up, but today maybe...you could be in control. Only if you want." Giles leaned forward and softly kissed Wesley's lips before sitting back again.
The food was wondeful. Of course, everything that Rupert made was wonderful, but after the long flight and the fact that he hadn't eaten much recently, the eggs and toast tasted especially good
( ... )
Giles knew he was the one who'd slipped into being the dominant one in the relationship. He didn't know how it happened, but it had, and it seemed to work for them. They were practically equals though and the dominance was small, and nothing like what some people did. He shuddered as he thought of the stories he'd read about people being abused in the name of the whole dynamic of a sub/Dominant relationship. It almost made him want to cry.
There had been times when Wesley and him had played games, but nothing serious. They had always made sure to use safe words, even if he was just trying Wesley's hands to the headboard. He would never hurt the man he loved. He had too much respect for him as a human. Wesley wasn't an animal and he wasn't going to treat him like one
( ... )
When they broke apart from their kiss, Wesley nodded and smiled softly at Rupert, his mind already spinning. He knew that he could probably never act the way he read about in some places - he wasn't that way. Nor could he ever completely submit to anyone. It was too much like losing your own identity, having it sublimated by someone else, and the idea of that scared him, even if it was Rupert. He had spent too many years trying to please his father - now that he had managed to stand on his own and figure out his own way apart from years of family tradition and his father's expectations, he didn't want to fall back into old patterns
( ... )
Giles had second thoughts, and wanted to skip breakfast, but he ate it anyway. When they were finished, he eagerly followed Wesley up to the bedroom, and waited to see what he was going to do. A soft moan left his mouth when Wesley ordered him to strip naked and get on the bed. This had to be one of the most erotic things anyone had done to him.
Following his lover’s orders, Giles started with his shirt. After it was unbuttoned, he pulled it off and placed it on one of the chairs. He then started on his trousers, and unbuckled his belt. Soon, they were pooled at his feet and he stepped out of them. He then pulled his socks off and looked at Wesley. He was a bit embarrassed since his cock was already getting hard.
Going over to the Giles got onto it. He pulled himself up to his knees and turned to face the headboard. His cock was starting to throb and he let out a soft moan. Taking a deep breath, he settled himself down so he wouldn’t come before they even started.
Swallowing thickly, Wesley watched as Rupert stripped for him, slowly revealing his body. He bit back a groan at the sight, feeling his own cock straining against his jeans. He forced himself to stay under control though it was hard - especially when he saw Rupert's cock rising up
( ... )
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Giles' eyes ticked up at Wesley's comment about doing him. A smirk slid on his face as he thought of an idea. "I'll be right back, love," he whispered before wiping his mouth off and standing from the table. He jogged upstairs and looked through one of the wardrobes. Once he had what he wanted, he came back to the kitchen.
"I thought perhaps we could change a couple of things today," he said as he sat down again. He placed two silk ties on the table and gave his lover a sheepish look. "I always tie you up, but today maybe...you could be in control. Only if you want." Giles leaned forward and softly kissed Wesley's lips before sitting back again.
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There had been times when Wesley and him had played games, but nothing serious. They had always made sure to use safe words, even if he was just trying Wesley's hands to the headboard. He would never hurt the man he loved. He had too much respect for him as a human. Wesley wasn't an animal and he wasn't going to treat him like one ( ... )
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Following his lover’s orders, Giles started with his shirt. After it was unbuttoned, he pulled it off and placed it on one of the chairs. He then started on his trousers, and unbuckled his belt. Soon, they were pooled at his feet and he stepped out of them. He then pulled his socks off and looked at Wesley. He was a bit embarrassed since his cock was already getting hard.
Going over to the Giles got onto it. He pulled himself up to his knees and turned to face the headboard. His cock was starting to throb and he let out a soft moan. Taking a deep breath, he settled himself down so he wouldn’t come before they even started.
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