Giles allowed Wesley's words to wash over him. They deeply touched him and he knew Wesley would never leave again. He felt it in his heart. Never again would he spend another night alone, wondering if he'd ever be with the person he loved the most in the world. Nothing would ever tear them apart again.
"I've actually brought some tea along. I had to make a quick trip to India to retrieve a Slayer there. Her family, who was a bit confused on what to do with her, was grateful I was there to help and they gave me a rather large tin of tea. Supposedly they blend it themselves," Giles quietly said, his fingers drawing some designs on Wesley's bare chest. "Perhaps once we find a kettle, I can brew you a cup."
Snuggling closer, the sight of Wesley's bag caught his eye. "I don't believe Spike will be very pleased to know we're shagging instead of working on his case," Giles said, a smile crossing his face. "The wanker can wait for all I care. It was bad enough when he was chained up in my bathtub and I had to babysit him. Besides..."
He pulled himself up and started to kiss Wesley's chest. When he got to his lover's stomach, he looked up. "Ready for another go? I promise to do all the work this time," Giles murmured before he softly kissed Wesley's soft cock.
Wesley smiled at the thought of good Indian tea although he briefly wondered how in the world Rupert got it past American customs. Then he realized this was Rupert. Probably charmed any customs agent that tried to stop him just by saying hello.
"That sounds quite wonderful, especially if it's a homemade blend," he said, looking down at his lover's finger on his chest. He suddenly thought of where they could easily find a kettle and hoped Rupert would agree. "I--I have kettle back at my flat. If you'd like...you can come stay with me. You don't need to stay here at the hotel." He paused for a moment, realizing how that almost sounded. "I'd like if you came and stayed with me. I want you with me."
When Rupert snuggled closer, he rested his head against him and chuckled at his comment about Spike. "You babysat him? That must have been a horror in and of itself." Honestly, he wasn't all that worried about getting around to helping the vampire either. The blond prat had a bad habit of calling him Percy, and it was getting on his nerves.
Of course, all thoughts of Spike went out the window when Rupert started kissing down his torso to his cock. He groaned, feeling himself beginning to harden again at the feel of his lips. "That answer your question, love?" he asked in a strained voice.
Giles was licking the underside of Wesley's cock as he pondered his suggestion. Go back to his flat? He rather liked the idea of being with Wesley as much as possible. Plus, it would seem he still had a kettle and the American lifestyle hadn't taken over his life quite yet. With his hand stroking Wesley's shaft, he looked up at him. "I would love to stay at your flat," he said with a smile.
He dipped his head down and ran his tongue over Wesley's balls, and smirked. "Yes, I babysat Spike," he mumbled against Wesley's skin. "Long story. I'll tell you later." Giles could feel Wesley getting harder in his hand and wanted to finish what he'd started. "Now, enough questions, love."
Giles moved his mouth up again and gingerly licked the tip of Wesley's erection. He moaned at the taste of his pre-come, almost forgetting how wonderful Wesley tasted. Looking up at his lover, Giles slowly sucked the head of Wesley's cock into his mouth and twirled his tongue around it. It'd been years since he'd done this but it seemed it was like riding a motorbike, and one never forgot.
With his fingers stroking the skin under Wesley's balls, Giles moved further down the other man's shaft, taking him deep in his mouth. When it touched the back of his tongue, he pulled up and moved down it again. Soon he found a rhythm of sucking as his finger pressed against Wesley's entrance.
Wesley groaned, barely hearing Rupert when he agreed to come stay at his flat with him, his blood was pounding so loudly in his ears. "Good," he told him, thrilled that his lover would be there with him, that he wouldn't be spending any more nights alone. Then he felt his tongue on his balls, causing him to tighten up for a moment. "Oh, so bloody good,"
He was rather glad when Rupert told he would tell him about Spike and babysitting later since thinking about the blond Billy Idol wannabe, as Lorne called him, was not exactly conducive to what was currently happening between him and the man that Wesley wanted to be solely thinking about. Grasping the comforter of the bed again, he felt his breath catch in his throat when Rupert took his cock into his mouth, and everything else was most definitely forgot. Oh, how could he was at this - how good he made him feel.
Wesley wasn't sure how long he was going to last when suddenly, he felt Rupert's finger press against his entrance and push inside, sliding in easily since he was still stretched out from earlier. Gasping, he threw his head back, the world spinning from the feelings battering his senses. His hips bucked, and his muscles began to tense, all from what this man was doing to him.
"Rup--Rupert!" he managed to cry out in warning before he came again, white exploding behind his eyes.
Giles continued his movements as he pushed his finger further into Wesley. He stroked the spot that he knew would give his lover the most pleasure, and groaned at the sounds of pleasure Wesley was making. He sucked him in deeper, humming softly around his cock.
When Wesley started to tighten around his finger, Rupert took him deeply, readying himself for what was to come. When he felt Wesley's warmth fill his mouth, he could and swallowed it down. Once Wesley had stopped his spasms, Giles removed his finger and wiped it clean before moving up and deeply kissing his lover.
Breaking the kiss, he laid beside him and smiled. "Not to sound like a teenager, but I do hope this means you want me in your life again, Wesley?" he asked, glancing over at him.
Wesley panted heavily as he slowly stopped throbbing, trying to catch his breath. It was an amazing high, feeling this way. He didn't know how he had managed to live without it for so long.
When Rupert moved up and kissed him deeply, he could taste himself on his tongue and moaned. He wanted so badly to taste Rupert now since it had been so long, but he needed a chance to recover. Instead, he reached over and wrapped his arm around Rupert, holding him close, his eyebrows raising at his question.
"Of course I want you in my life again," he told him. "I can't face the thought of you not being in my life ever again."
He swallowed as a thought along those lines did actually cross his mind. "Which...what are we going to do? I would imagine that you'll be expected to return to England after you've helped us with Spike, and I'm...I need to stay here. At least for now."
Giles felt his heart swell with joy when Wesley said he wanted him in his life. He had spent many nights wondering if they would ever be given a second chance at this. He cared deeply for the other man, something that didn't chance, even after he left him behind. "Thank you," he said, stroking Wesley's face.
His smile faltered a bit when Wesley asked his question though. Deep down, he wondered if Wesley was staying because of Angel. It hurt, thinking the man he loved was going to turn his back on him so he could help the creature that had already taken so much for him. The emotions started to well up again and Giles had to pull back.
"I don't know," he quietly said as he looked down. Giles didn't want to leave Wesley but he knew he had to help with the Slayer problem. There was so many to take care of now. "I don't know if I can leave the Council now." He looked up at him and sighed. "Can't you bloody be away from Angel for a while? He survived two hundred years without you. Why does he need you now? I need you more, Wesley!"
Wesley had closed his eyes when Rupert stroked his face, but at his answer to his question, he opened them again, looking at him in concern. He could hear the emotion in his voice, knew him well enough to know that something was rolling under the surface.
And then he asked him whether he was staying for Angel, and Wesley felt his heart squeeze at the sound of betrayal in his voice. He cursed himself, realizing that he should have explained why he needed to stay from the beginning. Instead, he had hurt Rupert. Again.
"It's not...it's because of Angel that I have to stay," he told him, feeling his throat ache, reaching up to cup Rupert's face. "If it was just Angel, I'd leave with you in a heartbeat, be on the next plane, even if Spike was still a ghost. I'm--I have to stay because of Fred, Lorne and Cordy. They're my friends, Rupert, and I care about them very much. I can't leave them to that place on their own. The firm will eat them alive. Cordy's already...already hanging by a thread."
He looked down for a moment. "I...I already left someone else when he needed me. I can't do that to them too. Please, tell me you understand." He raised his eyes back up and leaned forward to kiss him gently. "You mean more to me than anything in the world, but I need to stay for those three, at least for a little while."
Giles looked at his lover and thickly swallowed. He understood better than anyone about the choices people had to make, and how those choice affected others. He always wondered if things would've been different if he hadn't left Sunnydale because he thought Buffy was depending on him too much.
"I understand," he whispered against Wesley's lips. He pulled back to look into his eyes. "I know what it's like to have to make a decision, knowing it'll affect the ones you care about." Giles looked down for a moment before looking at Wesley again. "When Willow brought Buffy back from the dead, I rushed back to Sunnydale. I wanted to help my Slayer, but I thought she was depending on my too much so I left."
He shook his head and looked down at him. A lump grew in his throat since he didn't talk about this with anyone. "Now I wish I would've stayed. Things fell apart for all of them. I didn't even give them a chance to ask me to stay - I just left," Giles said with a frown. "So I understand why you want to stay, Wesley, and I think that makes you a better man than I am."
"I've actually brought some tea along. I had to make a quick trip to India to retrieve a Slayer there. Her family, who was a bit confused on what to do with her, was grateful I was there to help and they gave me a rather large tin of tea. Supposedly they blend it themselves," Giles quietly said, his fingers drawing some designs on Wesley's bare chest. "Perhaps once we find a kettle, I can brew you a cup."
Snuggling closer, the sight of Wesley's bag caught his eye. "I don't believe Spike will be very pleased to know we're shagging instead of working on his case," Giles said, a smile crossing his face. "The wanker can wait for all I care. It was bad enough when he was chained up in my bathtub and I had to babysit him. Besides..."
He pulled himself up and started to kiss Wesley's chest. When he got to his lover's stomach, he looked up. "Ready for another go? I promise to do all the work this time," Giles murmured before he softly kissed Wesley's soft cock.
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"That sounds quite wonderful, especially if it's a homemade blend," he said, looking down at his lover's finger on his chest. He suddenly thought of where they could easily find a kettle and hoped Rupert would agree. "I--I have kettle back at my flat. If you'd like...you can come stay with me. You don't need to stay here at the hotel." He paused for a moment, realizing how that almost sounded. "I'd like if you came and stayed with me. I want you with me."
When Rupert snuggled closer, he rested his head against him and chuckled at his comment about Spike. "You babysat him? That must have been a horror in and of itself." Honestly, he wasn't all that worried about getting around to helping the vampire either. The blond prat had a bad habit of calling him Percy, and it was getting on his nerves.
Of course, all thoughts of Spike went out the window when Rupert started kissing down his torso to his cock. He groaned, feeling himself beginning to harden again at the feel of his lips. "That answer your question, love?" he asked in a strained voice.
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He dipped his head down and ran his tongue over Wesley's balls, and smirked. "Yes, I babysat Spike," he mumbled against Wesley's skin. "Long story. I'll tell you later." Giles could feel Wesley getting harder in his hand and wanted to finish what he'd started. "Now, enough questions, love."
Giles moved his mouth up again and gingerly licked the tip of Wesley's erection. He moaned at the taste of his pre-come, almost forgetting how wonderful Wesley tasted. Looking up at his lover, Giles slowly sucked the head of Wesley's cock into his mouth and twirled his tongue around it. It'd been years since he'd done this but it seemed it was like riding a motorbike, and one never forgot.
With his fingers stroking the skin under Wesley's balls, Giles moved further down the other man's shaft, taking him deep in his mouth. When it touched the back of his tongue, he pulled up and moved down it again. Soon he found a rhythm of sucking as his finger pressed against Wesley's entrance.
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He was rather glad when Rupert told he would tell him about Spike and babysitting later since thinking about the blond Billy Idol wannabe, as Lorne called him, was not exactly conducive to what was currently happening between him and the man that Wesley wanted to be solely thinking about. Grasping the comforter of the bed again, he felt his breath catch in his throat when Rupert took his cock into his mouth, and everything else was most definitely forgot. Oh, how could he was at this - how good he made him feel.
Wesley wasn't sure how long he was going to last when suddenly, he felt Rupert's finger press against his entrance and push inside, sliding in easily since he was still stretched out from earlier. Gasping, he threw his head back, the world spinning from the feelings battering his senses. His hips bucked, and his muscles began to tense, all from what this man was doing to him.
"Rup--Rupert!" he managed to cry out in warning before he came again, white exploding behind his eyes.
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When Wesley started to tighten around his finger, Rupert took him deeply, readying himself for what was to come. When he felt Wesley's warmth fill his mouth, he could and swallowed it down. Once Wesley had stopped his spasms, Giles removed his finger and wiped it clean before moving up and deeply kissing his lover.
Breaking the kiss, he laid beside him and smiled. "Not to sound like a teenager, but I do hope this means you want me in your life again, Wesley?" he asked, glancing over at him.
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When Rupert moved up and kissed him deeply, he could taste himself on his tongue and moaned. He wanted so badly to taste Rupert now since it had been so long, but he needed a chance to recover. Instead, he reached over and wrapped his arm around Rupert, holding him close, his eyebrows raising at his question.
"Of course I want you in my life again," he told him. "I can't face the thought of you not being in my life ever again."
He swallowed as a thought along those lines did actually cross his mind. "Which...what are we going to do? I would imagine that you'll be expected to return to England after you've helped us with Spike, and I'm...I need to stay here. At least for now."
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His smile faltered a bit when Wesley asked his question though. Deep down, he wondered if Wesley was staying because of Angel. It hurt, thinking the man he loved was going to turn his back on him so he could help the creature that had already taken so much for him. The emotions started to well up again and Giles had to pull back.
"I don't know," he quietly said as he looked down. Giles didn't want to leave Wesley but he knew he had to help with the Slayer problem. There was so many to take care of now. "I don't know if I can leave the Council now." He looked up at him and sighed. "Can't you bloody be away from Angel for a while? He survived two hundred years without you. Why does he need you now? I need you more, Wesley!"
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And then he asked him whether he was staying for Angel, and Wesley felt his heart squeeze at the sound of betrayal in his voice. He cursed himself, realizing that he should have explained why he needed to stay from the beginning. Instead, he had hurt Rupert. Again.
"It's not...it's because of Angel that I have to stay," he told him, feeling his throat ache, reaching up to cup Rupert's face. "If it was just Angel, I'd leave with you in a heartbeat, be on the next plane, even if Spike was still a ghost. I'm--I have to stay because of Fred, Lorne and Cordy. They're my friends, Rupert, and I care about them very much. I can't leave them to that place on their own. The firm will eat them alive. Cordy's already...already hanging by a thread."
He looked down for a moment. "I...I already left someone else when he needed me. I can't do that to them too. Please, tell me you understand." He raised his eyes back up and leaned forward to kiss him gently. "You mean more to me than anything in the world, but I need to stay for those three, at least for a little while."
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"I understand," he whispered against Wesley's lips. He pulled back to look into his eyes. "I know what it's like to have to make a decision, knowing it'll affect the ones you care about." Giles looked down for a moment before looking at Wesley again. "When Willow brought Buffy back from the dead, I rushed back to Sunnydale. I wanted to help my Slayer, but I thought she was depending on my too much so I left."
He shook his head and looked down at him. A lump grew in his throat since he didn't talk about this with anyone. "Now I wish I would've stayed. Things fell apart for all of them. I didn't even give them a chance to ask me to stay - I just left," Giles said with a frown. "So I understand why you want to stay, Wesley, and I think that makes you a better man than I am."
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