RockStarPeach

Title:  That one Time with Wes

Rating:  Adult

A/N:  Takes place after Lineage

Wes said that he would be fine.  That he felt much better.  That he was “Very comforted”.  What a complete and utter load of crap.  Not that he cared all that much, really, he told himself, but everybody else around here had their heads so far up their own asrses that not a single one was likely to notice that the man was barely hanging on after doing what he had done.  So he figured he really ought to do something to help out the poor bastard. 

He headed towards Wesley’s office, and when he got to there he paused just outside, hearing the man inside speaking with Fred.  What do you know?  He thought.  Maybe someone understands after all.  He was about to turn around, in search of Angel, maybe pop in on him in the shower, or under the covers.  Something to piss the bugger off, and maybe make something fun out of this crap day.  He was about to leave Wes with Fred, who he knew would be a better friend, a better shoulder to lean on than he could ever hope to be, until he saw the girl leave with Knox, her new evil friend from the Practical Science division. 

Looked like it was up to him then.  He waited until Fred and Knox were gone and entered the office through the open door.  Concentrating, he reached out a hand and pushed the door closed behind him. 

The noise startled Wes out of his silent reverie, and he looked up to see Spike standing next to his closed office door.  “Did you do that?” he asked the ghost, with mild surprise.

“Sure.  This touching things business is gettin’ a lot easier.  Can hold a hand of cards to play poker.  Can pick up Angels hair gel, and switch it out for the lube in his nightstand.  If I concentrate hard enough I can even have an alright wank.”

Wesley’s look of interest at Spike's progress turned to one of aversion at his crassness.  “Well, good for you Spike.  Perhaps you can take your new found talents elsewhere.  I’d rather like to be alone just now if you don’t mind.”

“Too bad Percy.  Turns out I do mind.  Whatever you think you might want right now, you shouldn’t be alone.”  Spike saw the pleading in Wesley’s eyes and amended, “We don’t have to talk about it, mate.  I promise, no more stories about offing my mum.  I’m not gonna ask you to share your feelings, or anything poncey like that.  We can just… talk.  About anything.  Or not, up to you.”

Wesley sighed.  He really did want to be alone.  He was hurting, angry, devastated.  He felt absolutely horrible, and the last thing he wanted to be doing was spending time with the annoying blond vampire – ghost – whatever.  But he could tell that Spike was pretty determined, and really, when he thought about it, listening to Spike yammer on was bound to distract him, at least for a little while.  He could go back to dwelling on his troubles later.

Wesley got up and pulled a bottle and two glasses from his bookcase.  “I was about to have a drink.  Would you care to join me?”

That was easy.  Spike gave Wes a sceptical look, not quite trusting his welcome, but answered, “Too right, mate.  You really shouldn’t be drinking on your own.”  He finished with a smirk, to let the other man know he was only kidding around.  Mostly.

Wes looked up at him and then back down to fill the glasses with a generous amount of alcohol.  He crossed the room to stand next to Spike in front of his desk and the handed the vampire his glass with a raised eyebrow, curious as to how he was going to drink it.

Spike took the glass easily, but as he raised it to his mouth he paused, and lowered the glass again.  “Yeah, didn’t really think that one through,” he said, embarrassed.

Wesley tried to hide his amusement as he took the glass back from Spike and placed it on his desk.  “Quite alright.  I imagine it must be rather hard for you, you know, not being… hard.”

Spike wasn’t quite sure how to take that, but settled on offended.  “Oi!  I can be just as hard as I like, mate.  So leave off, yeah?”

“I’m sorry Spike.”  He really was.  “I didn’t mean anything by it.  Only that, you must find it difficult adjusting to your new limitations.”

“I suppose,” Spike answered, somewhat mollified.  Maybe this was what Wes needed right now.  Something to talk about that wasn’t him.  Something magicky and watchery to think about for a while, to distract him, for a while.  So Spike decided to tell him about it.  In detail.  While they sat of the office couch and Wesley finished his drink, then Spike's, then several more. 

The ex-Watcher, for his part, was very interested in what Spike had to say.  He was perfectly willing to offer up helpful suggestions, points of view on exactly what had happened to Spike, theories as to how to get him back if they had infinite resources, that kind of thing.

Almost an hour later, when the conversation about Spike's less than solid state had drawn itself to a natural conclusion, Spike made a mistake.  Or not, depending on how you chose to look at it.

“So Percy.  You really going to let Fred carry on with that Knox bloke?”  He asked.

Wesley's expression became hard.  “It’s no business of mine.  And certainly none of yours.”

“Oh, come off it, pet.  You’re in love with her.  We both know that, so don’t go denying it now.  She knows it too.  Always has. And here’s a newsflash,” Spike's voice got quiet, as if he were about to betray a secret, and perhaps he was, but he really thought Wes needed to hear it, “she feels the same way.”

Wesley's face was one of disbelief as he rose from the couch they had spent the past while on and moved to his desk for another drink.  He downed it quickly, then turned back to Spike.  “Thank you, Spike.  I feel much better.  Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“’M serious Wes.  It may take her some time to come ‘round.  But the feelings are there.”  He rose, eerily gracefully from the couch and walked to stand in front of Wesley once more.  Maybe it was the late hour, the stress of the day, all the intimate talk the two had just shared, but something in the way the man stood before him, his emotions playing clearly over his naked face, made him truly see the beauty in Wes for the first time.  Oh it wasn’t the first time he had been attracted to Wes, far from it.  But it was the first time he had seen something truly remarkable.  “And she’d have to be a bloody idiot to ignore those feelings for long.  And I happen to have it on good authority that she’s a pretty smart cookie.”  He grinned as he finished talking, hoping to put Wes at ease.

As it happens, Wes was more than at ease.  He saw a look he couldn’t quite define in Spike's eyes, and when he added that to the comment about Fred, and the liquor he had consumed, there was only one acceptable response.

He lunged at the vampire, intending to grab him, touch him, kiss him, but as he reached out his hands went straight through his shoulders.  Spike clearly wasn’t prepared for touch.  The vampire quickly recovered, however and grabbed Wesley's hands holding them in each of his, between their two bodies.  More slowly this time, so that Spike could prepare, Wes extracted his hands from Spike's, placed them on his shoulders and leaned in to join their lips together.

Everything seemed to be in order so far, so Wes went for more.  He opened his lips and Spike's followed.  He pushed his tongue past Spike's lips, and felt an answering tongue swirl across his own lips.  Sure that Spike was on board, putting in what was necessary into remain solid for this, Wes became more aggressive. 

Spike answered in kind.  Lips and teeth and tongues clashed.  Hands roved, fingers caressed.  The kiss went on for several minutes, not growing in intensity, but not waning either.  Finally Wes pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  He gasped several times for breath, then moved back slightly to give himself some space.

Spike gave the man several seconds, then moved forward again.  He wrapped one hand around a shoulder and used the other to grip a hip and pull it toward him.  Wes stepped back forcefully and used his hands to pull Spike's free of his own body.  He could tell that Spike wanted things to go further, and he needed to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that it would not be happening.

He wasn’t sure what had made him kiss Spike.  It had been nice.  It had been more than nice if he was being honest, but now was just not the time for this.  The kiss had been simply a kiss and would not be developing into anything more physical or emotional between them.  Spike need to see that.

“Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss, Spike,” he said, gently pushing the vampire back, hoping that he got the message.  He was attracted to the blond pain in the arse, sure, who wouldn’t be, but he wasn’t prepared for things to go very far.  Not tonight, not after what he had done.  Shooting one's father point blank in the chest several times didn’t exactly put one in a romantic sort of mood.

“Sometimes, Wes,” Spike answered, ignoring the man’s actions completely, and inching ever closer until Wes was pressed up against the desk on one side and Spike on the other.  “Sometimes, but not this time.”  And he captured the brunet’s mouth in their second searing kiss.

Wes was fast losing track of the reasons he had for not wanting take things further.  Spike was using his every advantage and Wes was almost unable to pause for breath, let alone for thought.  As Spike pushed their groins hard together, and snaked his tongue up the side of his neck to play at the base of his ear, Wes completely lost his moral compass, and ended up entirely in the heat of the moment.

Spike was thrilled that he was able to make his body concrete for this long, and it had been a while since he had touched someone else and even longer since someone had touched him and Wes was just so sexy and it was all doing very little for his self control.  Maybe Wes was a bit drunk, and maybe he was taking advantage a little, but he really didn’t care.  He needed this.  And right now, Wes did too. 

He slid his hands down the man's body and stopped at his knees, grabbing and lifting him so that he was sitting on the desk in front of him.  He pulled his mouth back, letting the brunet take several deep breaths and admired the view in front of him, imagining what it would be in just a few moments. 

Wes sat back and let Spike take the lead.  It was nice to have someone who so obviously wanting him, and he didn’t want to take any more chances of startling Spike and ending up with a handful of nothing in return.  He felt Spike reach for his collar, to undo his tie, and bent his head back, giving the vampire access.

Spike was so into his task that he didn’t realize he was purring until Wes reached out, putting a hand on his chest to feel the vibrations.  He looked up then, startled, then tossed the tie behind him in an exaggerated motion, and went back to undoing the buttons on Wesley's shirt. 

That finished, be pushed the shirt down Wes’s shoulders and off.  He drank in the sight of a shirtless Wesley, swallowed, and slowly, giving Wes time to object if he needed to, reached for his pants zipper.  Meeting no resistance he deftly unopened the button, and pulled down the zip, then reached behind the man to pull the obstructive garments over his backside and down over his knees, exposing spike to a whole new land of fun. 

Wes shivered as his most personal region was exposed to the air, exposed to Spikes scrutiny.  Spike shouldn’t be intimidating, especially since he was the one pressing things here, he was the one that wanted to be with Wesley.  Still he was.  Wes wanted to be good enough, wanted Spike to be impressed with what he saw.  He looked down, closed his eyes.  He felt like a schoolgirl with a crush.  This was ridiculous. 

It was particularly ridiculous since Spike wasted no time upon seeing Wes accessible before him to drive himself forward, hands and lips covering every possible inch of skin available.  After several minutes of hitched breathing and short circuiting brain cells, as Spike poured desire into his every molecule, Wes finally regained enough composure to reciprocate, at least in part. 

He moved his shaky hands to Spiked groin, and after only two tries, managed to get the top button undone.  “Argh!” he commented, aggravated, when he realised that it was not a zip fly, but buttons all the way down.

Spike chuckled, waiting patiently for Wes to unbutton his trousers. When he finally, carefully, reached inside and pulled out his prick Spike nearly died a third time.  It felt incredible for someone other than himself to touch him so intimately.  Even though the effort at keeping himself hard, in every imaginable way, took some of the edge off, Wes was still very good at what he was doing and Spike didn’t want this crazy moment to end too quickly.  He pushed the man away, and with his most seductive face, slid slowly to the ground in front of him, grabbed the warm cock in his hands and slowly, slowly, moved his mouth toward it.

Wes was just about dying by the time Spike's mouth finally, finally, covered him.  Tongue swirling around the tip, teeth grazing down the shaft, throat swallowing around him.  It was incredible.  When Spike started sucking on him like a lollipop, gobbling him down for all he was worth, it was more than Wes could handle.  He had never had a lover that didn’t need to breathe before, and he wasn’t exactly prepared for the consequences. 

He enjoyed himself for several minutes, staring down at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.  He wanted to memorize every second of this.  He would be pleasuring himself for years, to the memory of William the Bloody, on his knees, his cock between those sinfully decadent lips, perfect cheeks accentuated as he sucked and licked like a greedy child with his favourite candy.  But soon it was too much for him, and really wanted to get on the main event before this escapade ended prematurely.

Spike felt Wes push back on his shoulders slightly and took the hint.  He didn’t exactly want this to be over yet either, as he had some other things he was eager to try.  So he pulled himself to his feet in front of Wes, and licked his lips in an overstated motion, conveying to the man how delicious he thought he had tasted.  He noticed the additional shiver at his actions, and decided to rev things up a little. 

Spike inched forward until he was flush against Wesley up on the desk.  They were fitted snug together all the way down their bodies, lips to lips, chest to chest, prick to prick.  They kissed and rubbed against each other, hard nipples colliding, making them arch and cry out in delicious pleasure.  They thrusts their groins against each other only very lightly, afraid that too much stimulation would send them over the edge when they were both already so very close.

They may have been rutting like teenager against each other for an hour, it could have only been minutes.  Both had lost complete track of time, and neither cared.  Eventually Spike dipped lower nudging his cock against Wes’s opening and found it near impossible to keep from driving all the way in.  Wes wasn’t complaining, far from it, but he figured he needed to ask, just to be safe.  Damned soul.

“You okay here, Wes?”

“For God’s sake Spike.  Stop pissing around and fuck me already.”

He took that as a yes.  And decided to try something new.  He become incorporeal again for just a moment, moved and re-solidified exactly where he wanted to be. 

Wes gasped at the abrupt sensation of the vampire seated firmly up his backside, but recovered quickly, and started to thrust himself back against the vampire, limited as his movements were on the desk. 

Spike met Wes thrust for thrust, and found himself losing control quickly.  He was heartened when the man reached down to grab his own dick and started pumping it in a fast rhythm.  Spike was happy to see Wes take matters into his own hand, so to speak, as he wasn’t sure he would have been able to give the guy that courtesy.  Just keeping up with what he was already doing was fast wearing him out.  He sped up his movements, and reached a hand down to join his partners, not helping out really, just wanting to feel absolutely every moment of this coupling. 

It didn’t last long.  Wes let go first, crying out, spurting hot jets of cum across both of their hands, clenching his powerful muscles around Spike's shaft, bucking and shaking against the decades older man. 

Spike needed little more than to sense the increased heart rate, stilted breathing, and slight shiver to send him over the edge, so when Wes clenched down his arse muscles around his cock, it more was than enough stimulation to give Spike at least the illusion of climax. 

They both came down rather quickly, but Spike was the first to recover.  Not surprising really, since if you thought about it, he was cheating.  All he needed to do was think himself right and proper again.  So, in literally the blink of an eye, Spike had himself completely to rights, a few meters away from where Wes stood, looking cool as the proverbial cucumber, waiting for Wes to talk.

Wes took several more seconds, to grab a tissue, wipe himself clean, zip up his pants, and glare at the spot on the floor where Spike had carelessly allowed Wes’s cum to land by not actually being there to soak it up. 

Spike looked vaguely chagrined by Wes’s silent reproach, but shook it off.

“Well, mate.  I best be off.  Need to get… haunting the place,” he finished lamely.  That’s what Spike did every night, so it stood to reason he would do the same thing again tonight.

Coming down from the combined high of lust and liquor, Wes was beginning to think a bit more clearly, and as a result was more than willing for Spike to be on his way.  What they had just shared was mindblowing, no doubt about it, but Wes knew that it wasn’t to be more.  Especially not if Fred…  No he wasn’t going to think about that.  Not yet anyway.

“Of course.  I need to be getting home anyway,” Wes responded, moving toward Spike even though he hadn’t planned to.  He came face to face with the ghost, and stopped himself just short of reaching out.  “I’ve had a long day,” he finished instead.

Spike read the indecision on the man's face and tried as best he could to help him out.  He reached out with his hand and brought their faces together in one final kiss.  It was slow and sweet and heartfelt in a way that their recent coupling hadn’t been, and they were both very eager to let it go.

“Right,” Spike said.  “So I’ll just be…” He gestured to the door.  “And I’ll see you…  I’ll see you.”  Spike hoped he had helped Wes out tonight.  Helped him forget, for a little while about what had happened.  Helped him to remember that even if it didn’t seem like it sometimes, Wes had friends.  And perhaps getting him sloshed and buggering him on his desk wasn’t the best way of showing him, but Spike wanted Wes to know that he would be there for him, if he ever needed anything,

“Yes Spike,” Wes answered, smiling, something about his time with Spike tonight making him feel lighter than he had only hours ago.  He watched the vampire leave his office, following him out the door, then veering off in the direction of the elevators. “I’ll definitely see you.” 

END.