The fact that he'd woken up several times during the night had not surprised Wesley. The fact that Giles hadn't slept very well hadn't surprised him either. But he did manage to get some sleep and by the time dawn was nearing he even managed to slip into a deep sleep. Mostly thanks to Giles.
The man really had worn him out. That, and his lovers weight on him made him feel very safe, secure, cared for. Alive. Both to himself and Giles. He liked Giles just where he was, not that the man was trying to move way. Wait...he was.
Wesley frowned a little in his sleep. His arms and legs tightened around Giles. Automatically this made him clench around his lover's cock and the stifled gasp he thought he heard made him grin in his sleep. Giles wasn't going anywhere. At least not until Wesley was going to let him.
Giles raised an eyebrow at his apparently sleeping partner. Though Wesley did seem to be all but unconscious, there was a grin on his face and Giles was fascinated by it. The mere sight made him smile as well and he was tempted to run his fingers over it, over all of Wesley's features.
He didn't want to wake Wes, though, if indeed the man was actually sleeping, and so did move. He was fairly certain Wesley wasn't going to let go any time soon in any case. Smiling at that, Giles resettled himself against Wesley. He didn't think he'd be able to get any more sleep, but it was nice to lie there and listen to his lover's breathing, the steady beat of Wesley's heart.
Wesley woke sometime later. He didn't really know how much later, just that he'd been awake a few times before. Apparently, he'd been able to drift right back to sleep again, no doubt thanks to Giles on top of him. Though, by now the weight was starting to make his breathing a little difficult.
He recalled Giles moving about a bit, probably not all that long ago. But since the man was still there, he'd obviously not gotten far. And when Wesley realized how tightly he had wrapped himself around his lover, he understood why. Which...made him grin.
Of course then last nights events came tumbling back and the smile faded. Rapidly even, as he stared up to the ceiling with a frown. Who'd do such a thing? And whom exactly was it aimed at? Giles, obviously, or so he thought. But they'd destroyed *his* bloody garden. Frowning deeper, he rubbed his hand over Giles' back while staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all.
"Hmmm, awake, are you?" Giles asked, body automatically moving slightly up into Wesley's touch. He'd woken, he thought, because Wesley's grip had loosened a little and by now he knew he had to be an uncomfortable weight on Wesley.
"Are you willing to let me go for a few moments?" There was a thread of humor in Giles' voice and he turned his head up to look sleepily at his lover. The look on Wesley's face worried him, but he'd expected that. He knew that he was going to worry about Wesley until this was finished. Thankfully, he'd come up with a few idea as to how they could manage that. That was, however, talk for a little later.
"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?"
Giles laughed, but didn't dare stop tickling, not when Wesley was still clinging to him. "Of course not," he replied through his laughter. "Why would you ever think I would?"
Chuckling, Giles squirmed from Wesley's grasp and turned on his partner, darting forward to continue his tickling attack until he wound up pushing Wesley backward and grabbing Wes' wrists to keep himself from being tickled.
Straddling Wesley's upper thighs, Giles panted, pushing Wes' wrist up above his head, though the fight rather seemed to have gone out of his partner. Giles smiled down at Wesley. "Hmm. Now that I have you, what do you think I should do with you?"
"Because," Wesley managed between gasp of giggles. "Your an-an honorable B-British man." Another squeak escaped him when he suddenly found himself on his back while he still tried to fight Giles tickling. Not that he was getting very far apparently.
He squirmed underneath his lover, only to get pinned to the mattress and have his hands incapicated. By now he was laughing so hard, he wasn't able to put up much of a fight. At this point he wasn't even trying.
There were still some giggles bubbling out of him as he looked up at his partner. "How should I know," he said, knowing he sounded rather cheeky. "It's not as though you keep your...promises." Pulling out his innocent wide eyed look, he blinked up at Giles.
Giles raised his eyebrow at that last bit, hiding a smile. That was a challenge if he'd ever heard one. "Don't I?" He asked, letting the thumbs of either hand rub over his lover's wrists. "And what would you call yesterday at the beach? Hmm? Making you beg to be touched doesn't qualify as getting even?"
Giles grinned then, leaning in closer. "If it doesn't, I could always tease you until you beg and then leave you handcuffed to the bed for a while. Would that be preferable?" Giles brushed his lips over Wesley's mouth, but quickly pulled away, staying just out of reach as he spoke. "Or, I could break out the cockring and we can see how long it takes you to come in spite of it?"
Chuckling rather darkly, Giles leaned in and nipped at Wesley's ear before retreating. He pressed his hips forward, smiling and still panting.
Wesley raises his eyebrow in answer to Giles', managing to keep his innocent expression. "I don't recall any begging," he said, knowing full well that there had been begging. Though, from both sides, admittedly
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The man really had worn him out. That, and his lovers weight on him made him feel very safe, secure, cared for. Alive. Both to himself and Giles. He liked Giles just where he was, not that the man was trying to move way. Wait...he was.
Wesley frowned a little in his sleep. His arms and legs tightened around Giles. Automatically this made him clench around his lover's cock and the stifled gasp he thought he heard made him grin in his sleep. Giles wasn't going anywhere. At least not until Wesley was going to let him.
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He didn't want to wake Wes, though, if indeed the man was actually sleeping, and so did move. He was fairly certain Wesley wasn't going to let go any time soon in any case. Smiling at that, Giles resettled himself against Wesley. He didn't think he'd be able to get any more sleep, but it was nice to lie there and listen to his lover's breathing, the steady beat of Wesley's heart.
Eventually, Giles dozed a bit.
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He recalled Giles moving about a bit, probably not all that long ago. But since the man was still there, he'd obviously not gotten far. And when Wesley realized how tightly he had wrapped himself around his lover, he understood why. Which...made him grin.
Of course then last nights events came tumbling back and the smile faded. Rapidly even, as he stared up to the ceiling with a frown. Who'd do such a thing? And whom exactly was it aimed at? Giles, obviously, or so he thought. But they'd destroyed *his* bloody garden. Frowning deeper, he rubbed his hand over Giles' back while staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all.
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"Are you willing to let me go for a few moments?" There was a thread of humor in Giles' voice and he turned his head up to look sleepily at his lover. The look on Wesley's face worried him, but he'd expected that. He knew that he was going to worry about Wesley until this was finished. Thankfully, he'd come up with a few idea as to how they could manage that. That was, however, talk for a little later.
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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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Chuckling, Giles squirmed from Wesley's grasp and turned on his partner, darting forward to continue his tickling attack until he wound up pushing Wesley backward and grabbing Wes' wrists to keep himself from being tickled.
Straddling Wesley's upper thighs, Giles panted, pushing Wes' wrist up above his head, though the fight rather seemed to have gone out of his partner. Giles smiled down at Wesley. "Hmm. Now that I have you, what do you think I should do with you?"
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He squirmed underneath his lover, only to get pinned to the mattress and have his hands incapicated. By now he was laughing so hard, he wasn't able to put up much of a fight. At this point he wasn't even trying.
There were still some giggles bubbling out of him as he looked up at his partner. "How should I know," he said, knowing he sounded rather cheeky. "It's not as though you keep your...promises." Pulling out his innocent wide eyed look, he blinked up at Giles.
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Giles grinned then, leaning in closer. "If it doesn't, I could always tease you until you beg and then leave you handcuffed to the bed for a while. Would that be preferable?" Giles brushed his lips over Wesley's mouth, but quickly pulled away, staying just out of reach as he spoke. "Or, I could break out the cockring and we can see how long it takes you to come in spite of it?"
Chuckling rather darkly, Giles leaned in and nipped at Wesley's ear before retreating. He pressed his hips forward, smiling and still panting.
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