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rockstarpeach) wrote2012-03-18 08:51 pm
rockstarpeach) wrote2012-03-18 08:51 pm
Entry tags:
Something Real, Adult, Spike/Wes
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snogged, because I do love you baby, I really do!
Title: Something Real
Pairing: Spike/Wes
Rating: Adult
Summary: …Sex? Seriously, Spike and Wes have sex. And maybe a relationship.
Word count: 600
***
“Balls!” Spike cries, slams his palm against the top of Angel’s desk and arches his back as Wesley slides into him, long and slow.
“Hush,” Wes admonishes with a delicate slap to Spike’s ass, growling in appreciation as the skin under his fingers turns pink with heat. “Angel is just outside, and I promise he can hear you. Unless you want him to interrupt us?”
“Don’t give a shit, mate,” Spike says, bucking his hips back to take Wes deeper. “Just so long as you don’t stop.”
“Hmm,” Wesley hums, considering. “I think you do give a shit. I think you want him to see us. You want him to see what a slut you are for my dick. You want to make him jealous.”
“Bugger that,” Spike spits, reaches back to grab hold of Wesley’s perfectly pressed trousers, bunches the fine cotton up in his fist and yanks him closer, harder. “I don’t give a flying fuck wot that tosser thinks I’m up to. I just want to fuck my sodding boyfriend wherever I please. So if you could shut the hell up and get on with it, that’d be great.”
“Such a demanding thing,” Wesley sighs, wrapping an arm around Spike’s chest and thrusting his hips harder, pushing deep inside so that Spike lets out a high-pitched moan. Wesley echoes the sentiment, thinks that this is as close to heaven as it gets, buried inside the vampire, bodies pressed together. “God, you feel incredible. I could fall in love with you.”
“Liar,” Spike says and Wesley can hear the smirk behind the word. “You already are.”
Wesley laughs, low and deep and he bends over so that his front is covering Spike’s back and he closes his teeth down sharply over Spike’s earlobe.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he warns, voice a rough scratch against Spike’s neck.
“As if,” Spike answers. “You think I’m gonna let on that I let the littlest watcher snag me? You’d be so lucky for this to get out.”
“I could take that as a challenge,” Wesley says, holds Spike in place with a solid hand to his hip. His thrusts turn steady, determined, in in in against Spike’s prostate and Spike moans, drops his head onto one of Angel’s books.
“Please do,” Spike breathes out. “God, Wes, yeah.”
Wesley closes his eyes, presses his cheek to Spike’s and holds him close as he speeds up, jerks Spike’s cock loosely in his fist.
“Come,” he commands and Spike laughs underneath him.
“All over the git’s paperwork? Kinky, Wes,” he says and Wesley closes his fingers tighter around the head of Spike’s cock, pulls faster until he gets his desired result.
“Fuck!” Spike cries, spilling out over Wesley’s hand and Wesley follows him over the edge, filling Spike up with his spend.
“Good boy,” Wesley congratulates, kissing Spike’s temple as he pulls free, tugs Spike’s pants back up over his hips, then his own.
“Yeah,” Spike mumbles, dragging his fingers through the mess he made on top of Angel’s desk. “I’m telling him this is your fault.”
“Please do,” Wesley eagerly agrees. “I’d like for him to challenge me. I’ll bet he’d do well with being taken in hand.”
“You are one kinky son of a bitch, watcher,” Spike says, standing up straight and pulling Wesley in for a kiss before he fastens his belt. “But you best watch yourself. I don’t share.”
“Neither do I, Spike,” Wesley smiles and just like that, it’s the start of something real.
END
snogged, because I do love you baby, I really do!Title: Something Real
Pairing: Spike/Wes
Rating: Adult
Summary: …Sex? Seriously, Spike and Wes have sex. And maybe a relationship.
Word count: 600
***
“Balls!” Spike cries, slams his palm against the top of Angel’s desk and arches his back as Wesley slides into him, long and slow.
“Hush,” Wes admonishes with a delicate slap to Spike’s ass, growling in appreciation as the skin under his fingers turns pink with heat. “Angel is just outside, and I promise he can hear you. Unless you want him to interrupt us?”
“Don’t give a shit, mate,” Spike says, bucking his hips back to take Wes deeper. “Just so long as you don’t stop.”
“Hmm,” Wesley hums, considering. “I think you do give a shit. I think you want him to see us. You want him to see what a slut you are for my dick. You want to make him jealous.”
“Bugger that,” Spike spits, reaches back to grab hold of Wesley’s perfectly pressed trousers, bunches the fine cotton up in his fist and yanks him closer, harder. “I don’t give a flying fuck wot that tosser thinks I’m up to. I just want to fuck my sodding boyfriend wherever I please. So if you could shut the hell up and get on with it, that’d be great.”
“Such a demanding thing,” Wesley sighs, wrapping an arm around Spike’s chest and thrusting his hips harder, pushing deep inside so that Spike lets out a high-pitched moan. Wesley echoes the sentiment, thinks that this is as close to heaven as it gets, buried inside the vampire, bodies pressed together. “God, you feel incredible. I could fall in love with you.”
“Liar,” Spike says and Wesley can hear the smirk behind the word. “You already are.”
Wesley laughs, low and deep and he bends over so that his front is covering Spike’s back and he closes his teeth down sharply over Spike’s earlobe.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he warns, voice a rough scratch against Spike’s neck.
“As if,” Spike answers. “You think I’m gonna let on that I let the littlest watcher snag me? You’d be so lucky for this to get out.”
“I could take that as a challenge,” Wesley says, holds Spike in place with a solid hand to his hip. His thrusts turn steady, determined, in in in against Spike’s prostate and Spike moans, drops his head onto one of Angel’s books.
“Please do,” Spike breathes out. “God, Wes, yeah.”
Wesley closes his eyes, presses his cheek to Spike’s and holds him close as he speeds up, jerks Spike’s cock loosely in his fist.
“Come,” he commands and Spike laughs underneath him.
“All over the git’s paperwork? Kinky, Wes,” he says and Wesley closes his fingers tighter around the head of Spike’s cock, pulls faster until he gets his desired result.
“Fuck!” Spike cries, spilling out over Wesley’s hand and Wesley follows him over the edge, filling Spike up with his spend.
“Good boy,” Wesley congratulates, kissing Spike’s temple as he pulls free, tugs Spike’s pants back up over his hips, then his own.
“Yeah,” Spike mumbles, dragging his fingers through the mess he made on top of Angel’s desk. “I’m telling him this is your fault.”
“Please do,” Wesley eagerly agrees. “I’d like for him to challenge me. I’ll bet he’d do well with being taken in hand.”
“You are one kinky son of a bitch, watcher,” Spike says, standing up straight and pulling Wesley in for a kiss before he fastens his belt. “But you best watch yourself. I don’t share.”
“Neither do I, Spike,” Wesley smiles and just like that, it’s the start of something real.
END
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