RockStarPeach

So, it was

speak_me_fair ’s birthday… a little while ago, and I know, I’m way late, and I suck. But here’s a little something!

Title: It’s The Thought That Counts

Pairing: Spike/Wes

Rating: R, to be safe, for language and sex, but it’s not at all graphic.

Summary: It’s Wesley’s birthday, and Spike wants to make it special. Absolutely no context at all, just… smushy Spes :)

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“We-es,” Spike sing-songed into Wesley’s ear, before kissing the shell a couple of times, gently, and nuzzling into the back of his neck. Wesley grunted and wriggled, pulled the blankets tighter around his shoulders, and settled deeper into the bed.

“C’mon Wes,” Spike tried again, smiling and running the tip of his nose over Wesley’s skin, and up into his hair. “Wakey wakey. Time to get up.”

“Ugh,” Wesley groaned, and pulled the blanket up even higher, to cover his head. “Go away.”

Spike chuckled and replaced his nose with his tongue, licking lines and swirls over the knobs of Wesley’s spine. “What’s the matter, love?” he asked, pulling the blanket back down, and closed his lips over Wesley’s shoulder, sucking gently on the soft flesh. “Rough night?”

“Mmm,” Wesley mumbled, and still didn’t open his eyes. He did however tilt his head forward and to the side, to give Spike more access, and the vampire took advantage of it, placing sloppy kisses along Wesley’s jugular. “You were here. You ought to know.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining at the time,” Spike pointed out, and slipped an arm around Wesley’s middle, fingers tickling over his bare belly, warmed from sleep. They’d stayed up until sunrise, and they’d spent most of that time grunting and sweating and tangled up in each other’s bodies.

They’d spent part of it resting, talking, but only about as long as it took for one or both of them to recover, and be ready for the next round.

There’d been a fight last night. Nothing major, just a nest of vampires that Spike wanted to take out, and Wesley had offered to go with him. It should have been routine, something they’d both done a hundred times before, but it had almost gone very, very wrong. Wesley had gotten hurt, almost killed, before they’d managed to off all the vamps, and Spike had refused to let go of Wesley since they’d gotten back to Wesley’s apartment.

Spike knew his lover was tired, hell, so was he, and Wes had only been asleep for a couple of hours, but today was a special day, and he didn’t want to let him sleep it away.

Wesley smiled and covered Spike’s hand with his, moving his body backward a half inch to fit snugly against Spike’s. “No,” he agreed, remembering. “I certainly wasn’t. But after all that, you can’t possibly want…”

Spike laughed out loud and kissed Wesley on the cheek before drawing his arm back and sitting up behind him on the bed. “No, Wes, not at the moment,” he said, and then cocked his head, looking down Wesley’s back to his bare arse, no longer entirely covered by the blanket. “Though maybe a bit later.”

“You’re insatiable,” Wesley tried to scold, but he was still smiling, and now he was missing Spike’s touch.

“And you love me.” Spike sounded about as smug as ever, and if Wesley’s eyes had been open, he would have rolled them.

He couldn’t really argue, though. “And I love you.”

“So, wake up, sleepy head. Got a surprise for you.”

“I think I’ve had about all I can handle of your… surprises… for a couple of days, at least,” Wesley said, grinning, and feeling the dull ache in his backside when he shifted on the bed.

“Pervert,” Spike teased. “Not what I meant, pet. Open your eyes.”

Wesley did.

And then closed them. When he opened them again, a second later, the room looked the same, and he thought that perhaps he was imagining things. Or still asleep, and dreaming, because his bedroom had looked nothing like this when he’d fallen asleep a couple of hours ago.

It had been tastefully simplistic, muted tones and bare essentials, with the occasional splash of beauty in the form of an antique table, or a collection of old texts, but now it was… anything but tasteful.

It was gaudy and loud, a perversion of Wesley’s tastes, with multi-coloured twinkle lights strewn over the walls and furniture, balloons, red and blue and yellow and green, filled with helium and tied to weights sitting in awkward places on the floor. Garland and confetti littered the entire space, and there was a large banner pinned up on the far wall that read ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ in sparkling silver letters.

Wesley blinked again, just to be sure, and sat up, letting the blanket fall to pool around his thighs, unmindful of his nudity. There was also a tray next to the bed, a covered plate sitting on it, and Wesley reached out, curious, and pulled the cover off to reveal coffee, bacon, toast, fresh strawberry jam and the Sunday Times crossword.

He blinked, again, and turned to look at Spike in obvious confusion.

“What’s all this?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

“Happy birthday,” Spike offered, and his proud smile dimmed somewhat at Wesley’s response. He’d expected something more… enthusiastic. As it was, Wesley just seemed thrown off, and a tad annoyed. “Sorry, I can’t really cook, so I did the best I could. I know you deserve better, but…”

“I…” Wesley started, after Spike trailed off. He shook his head and turned away from Spike for as long as it took to place the lid back on his breakfast, and then turned back.

His furrowed brow softened, his tightened lips relaxed, and his face broke out, slowly, into a wide smile as he shook his head in disbelief. Nobody had ever done anything like this for him before. It was bloody tacky, and kind of hurt Wesley’s eyes, but it was times like this that reminded Wesley that it honestly was the thought that counted.

Because the thought, Spike’s intentions, and what he’d wanted to tell Wesley with this little display warmed him, and far outweighed any design faux pas, or unwanted clean-up.

Spike cared enough to go to all this trouble, and that was honestly something that Wesley had never before experienced.

He threw off the covers completely, revealing his naked body, and shifted, climbing over Spike, wearing a predatory grin, pushing him down on the bed and settling between his legs. He leaned down, covering Spike’s body with his own, and kissed him, deep and thorough, tongue swiping over every place inside Spike’s mouth that it could reach.

Spike went willingly with the motions, hands covering Wesley’s back, legs, everywhere, and purred softly into Wesley’s mouth. This was more like it. He hadn’t gone to all this trouble for a confused look.

Wesley gasped when his erection slid against Spike’s, and he smiled, pulling back to aim a bit lower. “Thank you, Spike,” he said, placing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “This is… wonderful.”

He nudged his hips forward just a tiny bit, and Spike smiled, held him still with his hands, and quirked an eyebrow. “Thought you’d had enough for a while.” He was only teasing, of course, because Spike would honestly never in a million years complain if Wesley wanted sex, but his lover had made a pretty big deal out of the fact that he was exhausted and sore, so he deserved a little bit of teasing.

Wesley looked down at him and smirked, thrust forward hard, all the way. “My arse has had about enough, though other parts of me are very ready to go.”

Spike sucked in a sharp breath and bared his throat, eyes fluttering shut and splaying his body out underneath Wesley. “You’re breakfast’ll get cold,” he absently offered, hoping that Wesley wouldn’t care. He so wanted this.

“Let it,” Wesley breathed out, pushing his hips slowly forward and back. “It’s my birthday, and I deserve whatever present I like.”

“That and more, pet,” Spike told him, and wrapped his legs around Wesley’s waist.

“And right now,” Wes continued, taking Spike’s lips in a biting kiss before pulling back and smiling down at him. “I want you.”

Spike smiled back up at him, and pulled him close. “Happy birthday, Wes.”

END