Here they go again...

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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"And you're not going anywhere," Wesley said almost breathlessly, then kissed Spike harder.

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I'm not," Spike agreed, eagerly meeting the kisses, though he was somewhat overwhelmed by whatever was driving Wesley's need.

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Trying to regain some of his tenuous control, Wesley drew back slightly, his hands still touching Spike. "Maybe this isn't the right... should we not do this now?" His voice was soft and somewhat desperate.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike gentled the hand that was still caught in Wesley's hair and slid it down to rest on the back of Wesley's neck. "Why not?" he asked, frowning. "I thought... Is there something else you have to do?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I can't tell what's right anymore," Wesley said, just as softly as before. "I don't want to do the wrong thing."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike's thumb stroked over the skin at the nape of Wesley's neck. "Why would this be wrong?" he asked gently, seeing the turmoil in Wesley's eyes. "You want me. I want you. You said yourself we've got to find something to pass the time..." Spike's voice was nearly as quiet as Wesley's as he tried to understand where the problem lay.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley leaned in and kissed him, finding it nearly impossible to explain and not knowing what else to do. "I just... I don't want to do anything that will upset this." He let his fingertips rub gently across Spike's chest underneath the t-shirt. "I want this. A great deal, actually."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"It's not like we haven't had sex before, pet," Spike said with a faint smile. He slid his hand out from under Wesley's shirt and ran it soothingly over his back. "Tell me why you're worried about it now."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Because we've actually admitted we want something from this?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"If wanting something means I can't touch you, I may have to reconsider." Spike gave him enough of a grin to show that he was joking. "But it's still just me and you, Wes. That's not different."

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"I know." Wesley nodded, feeling foolish. "I know. You're right."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike tilted his head and studied Wesley's face. "If you need time, or space, or whatever it is they're always nattering on about on the telly, if this isn't what you want, all you've got to do is tell me."

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Wesley felt his hands tighten on Spike involuntarily. "No, it's not that. In fact, this might be one of those situations when it would be best if you ignored my tendency to overthink things." He offered Spike a small grin.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Then kiss me again and stop thinking so much," Spike said with a smile. Letting Wesley make his own choice, Spike didn't try to pull him closer.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Smiling in relief, Wesley did just that, leaning in again and pressing his lips to Spike's.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Holding need to taste and to take firmly in check, Spike kept the kiss gentle, a simple meeting of lips and tongues. He left one hand on the back of Wesley's neck and rubbed the other slowly over his back. "Better than thinking, hmm?" he murmured.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't answering that question require thought?" Wesley asked, barely moving his mouth from Spike's.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. I must've lost my ability to think already." Spike tightened his arms and urged Wesley to lean against him. "Kissing you does that."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Mm. Should I be apologizing for that?" Wesley pushed Spike more firmly against the counter.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Not at all." Spike captured Wesley's mouth and kissed him more deeply.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley groaned softly and let everything else slip away, everything but the taste and feel and smell of Spike. His body instinctively pinned Spike to the surface behind him, rubbing wantonly as they kissed.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike was trapped by the hardness of the counter behind him and the more appealing hardness of Wesley's body in front of him, but with the way that Wesley was moving eagerly against him Spike had no desire to get free. While earlier he had been less than pleased by how single-minded Wesley could be when he was wrapped up a task, Spike was far more appreciative of that trait now that it was focused on him. "God, Wes." He tugged Wesley's shirt completely free from his pants and slid his hands over the skin he was now able to reach.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Making a soft sound of appreciation, Wesley slid both of his own hands up Spike's chest underneath his t-shirt and ran firm fingertips over his nipples, loving the way Spike responded. "Want you."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike arched into Wesley's touch as much as he was able. "Yes," he murmured, slipping the fingers of one hand beneath Wesley's waistband to press into the upper swell of his buttocks.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley rocked his hips forward into Spike's and shivered in anticipation. Spike's mouth on his was both hard and gentle at the same time, hands strong on his body, making him hard and desperate.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike wanted to drop to his knees and take Wesley deep into his throat or to push Wesley over the table and bury himself inside. He wanted to take control and hear Wesley whisper his name as he begged for more. Most of all, however, he wanted to feel wanted, so he let Wesley keep him pinned against the counter and groaned helplessly as Wesley drove him wild with his hands, mouth, and body. "You're incredible," he managed to gasp. He pushed his hands upwards to strip Wesley of his shirt.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Cooperating, Wesley lifted his arms as Spike pulled his shirt off and let it drop to the floor. He kissed Spike hard, then immediately grabbed onto the vampire's t-shirt so that it could be removed as well. "Need to... skin..." he half-explained as he wrestled with the fabric.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike let go of Wesley long enough to tug his shirt over his head, and then he pulled him close once more. His hands roved over the expanse of newly-exposed skin as he dragged his lips over Wesley's shoulder.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley pressed hard against Spike, trapping him where he was, and groaned softly. He was past the point of calm rational thought, wanting only to feel Spike's skin against his own, desperate for more.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Mouthing along Wesley's shoulder toward his throat, Spike said, "You taste so good, Wes. You feel so good."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Spike, please..." Wesley wasn't sure what he was asking for -- just knew that he needed something that Spike could give him.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike pressed a soft kiss at the junction of Wesley's neck and shoulder and then licked over the same spot.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley was nearly trembling with desire, his hips rocking into Spike's and his head tilted to the side to allow Spike better access to his throat while his own hands stroked over Spike's body, trying to touch as much of him as possible.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike held Wesley tightly against him as he worried Wesley's neck with his lips and teeth. He finally gave into the desire that had been plaguing him since he had first tasted Wesley's skin and applied enough suction in one spot to bring blood to the surface. He kissed the flushed pink mark with great pleasure. Mine, he didn't say, since as much as he wanted it to be true he didn't believe it.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Knowing that Spike had at the very least come close to leaving a mark, Wesley couldn't help but wish, on one level, for more. He brought a hand down to rub at Spike's erection through the front of his jeans, feeling its hardness underneath his palm.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"God..." Spike's hips automatically rocked forward, and his head spun with a fresh surge of arousal. Panting, he dragged his teeth up Wesley's neck before bringing their mouths together again.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley's hand worked at the front of Spike's jeans feverishly, wanting them open. Their kisses were hard and open mouthed, tongues tasting each other, Wesley's hot breath warming Spike's lips. He'd never wanted anyone like this before. "Want you so badly. Need you..."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Need you now," Spike agreed, teasing Wesley's erection with his fingers before starting to unfasten Wesley's fly. "Wesley..." He snaked his other hand around the back of Wesley's neck and returned to devouring his mouth. He couldn't get enough of how Wesley tasted, of how he felt grinding against him, and of the intoxicating smell of his arousal.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

When their bare erections finally rubbed together, Wesley whimpered against Spike's lips, dimly grateful for Spike's arm around him because he was starting to reach a point where standing upright was becoming difficult. He ached for the vampire, wanted to be taken hard and rough until there was nothing left but Spike.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike could feel Wesley trembling, and he spun them so that Wesley had the counter behind him for support. He knew they were both close to losing all ability to think, if they hadn't passed that point already, and he was aware that they'd be more comfortable in any other room in the flat, but he couldn't stop kissing and touching Wesley long enough to do anything about it. He wrapped his hand around Wesley's cock and stroked it slowly, feeling his heart swelling with his own erection. "You're amazing, Wes. So bloody smart. So bloody gorgeous."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

The words seemed to go to a place inside Wesley that needed them desperately, and he found himself clinging to Spike for more than just physical support as a talented hand stroked him knowingly.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

On the next pass upward, Spike rubbed his thumb over the slippery head of Wesley's erection and then used the forefinger of his other hand to collect some of the pre-come. He lifted it to his lips and swirled his tongue around the tip of his finger, watching Wesley's eyes as he cleaned off every drop. "Feel what you to do me?" he asked, pressing his aching erection against Wesley's hip. He slid his finger over Wesley's cock and brought it, shining with pre-come and saliva, to hover in front of Wesley's lips. "Have you ever tasted yourself, pet?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Flushed and eager, Wesley opened his mouth enough to let Spike's finger inside, sucking it more than clean in his efforts to please. "I'd rather taste you," he said honestly, leaning in to lick Spike's lower lip and then nip it with careful teeth.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike groaned and kissed Wesley hard, wanting him so badly he barely remembered to let him breathe. "We've got to go somewhere else before I fuck you against the counter," he said hoarsely. "God, Wes."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I know." Wesley had one hand on Spike's hip, and moved the other back to run trembling fingers over the vampire's erection. "Spike... please. Need you..." His mouth was on Spike's again, kissing, biting.

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/18000.html).