Spike was more solid than he looked, but Wesley wasn't quite the bookish sort he'd been a few years before either. It wasn't terribly difficult to turn Spike slightly in his lap, just enough so that they could kiss without either of them craning their necks. The movement also resulted in more of the blanket that had been twisted around Spike falling away, which in turn caused Wesley to groan softly at the soft press of skin on skin as their lips met.