reality_bends | If cleanliness is next to godliness is Spike's skin going to start smoking one of these days?

"Mm," Wesley said, turning Spike around and using both hands to massage his shoulders, liking the way Spike felt pressed against his own front. Then, unable to resist, he leaned in and bit the nape of Spike's neck firmly. "You taste good," he said huskily, sliding one arm around Spike's chest to hold him close.

Spike couldn't entirely suppress a shiver of pleasure. "Thank you," he said a bit hoarsely, willing his body not to be so bloody responsive.

"I love you," Wesley said. He pressed a small line of kisses along the back of Spike's neck. "I'd love you no matter what you looked like. I suppose I'm just exceedingly fortunate that you're so perfect... God, I love touching you. I love listening to the sounds you make."

"I'm not anywhere near perfect," Spike said, his eyes closing against his will as he concentrated on the feel of Wesley's mouth on him and body around him, "but I love you, too, and I love you touching me. Can't get enough of it."

Wesley smiled against the back of Spike's neck. "I'd imagine sooner or later you would. In one day, I mean."

"You'd be surprised." Again, there was a rush of embarrassment at how needy and eager he was for Wesley's attention. Spike self-consciously pushed a hand through his hair, the wet strands clinging to his fingers, and reminded himself firmly that it wasn't all about what he wanted. The soul helped with that problem, but it was still a hard lesson to learn. "But that's not your problem."

"I don't see it as a problem at all," Wesley murmured, sucking on the side of Spike's throat and splaying a hand lower on his belly.

"Oh," was all Spike could manage to say, and he shivered again, his body reacting quite happily to Wesley's actions.

"In fact," Wesley said, adding a touch of teeth, "I view the thought of you never getting tired of me as a very good thing."

Spike swallowed back a groan and said, his throat tight, "I won't, love. Never."

Sliding his hand further down to fondle Spike's cock, Wesley mused, "I wonder how many times you could come in twenty four hours. Do you know?"

"Can't say I've ever counted. Or reached a point that I couldn't." Spike's cock swelled a bit more at the touch of Wesley's hand, and he took a shuddering breath to try to keep calm.

"Really?" Wesley asked, mildly surprised. He'd have thought even a vampire's body would tire eventually. He kissed Spike's neck and squeezed his hand gently. "It's a shame I'm not in any condition to stay up long enough to find out. But at some point we'll have to try."

"Now that's an experiment I wouldn't mind being a part of," Spike said, his mind now only half on the conversation, the rest of his attention focused on how Wesley was touching him.

"Good. I rather like the idea of it myself." Wesley kissed Spike's neck repeatedly while his hand began to stroke Spike's cock in a slow rhythm.

"Wes..." Spike reached a hand out to steady himself against the wall. "Are you starting now or just testing my reactions?"

"We could consider this a test run," Wesley suggested, his other arm encircling Spike's waist from the other side, hand low to tug very gently at Spike's balls. "Unless you want me to stop." His voice was soft. "Do you want me to stop?"

Spike was fairly certain that with their combined unsteadiness they'd both end up on the floor with cold water running over them, but he wasn't going to give up an opportunity to be touched if Wesley was instigating it. His response was an immediate, hoarse, "God, no."

"I want to make you come." Wesley's accent was smoother when he lowered his voice, the words polished. "Repeatedly, until you think there's nothing left. Until it's not just about pleasure anymore." His hands continued to stroke and fondle, loving the feel of Spike in his grip.

"God." Wesley's words alone were enough to make Spike's cock twitch, but his talented hands were what made him groan softly. "What would it be about, then?" he asked.

Wesley was nearly dizzy with the heat of the water and the heady idea of making Spike come again and again. "About... about taking everything else in the world away, just for that moment." He swallowed. "I want to taste you. I want to make you come here, with my hands, and then again with my mouth."

Spike rocked his hips forward without conscious thought, wanting to feel more of Wesley's hands. "I don't... I don't think the hot water will last that long," he said, but it was a very weak protest.

"Then we'll stay here as long as it does, then we'll move to the bedroom," Wesley murmured, biting the edge of Spike's ear and moving his hands just a bit more quickly.

"Wes..." The rhythm that Wesley was setting was slow enough to make Spike hungry for more but was more than enough to increase his arousal with each movement. Wesley seemed to know just how to touch him, though there wasn't any way he didn't want to be touched, and thinking was definitely getting difficult. He groaned again, this time more loudly. "If this is what you want, there's no bleeding way I'm going to ask you to stop."

Wesley smiled and moved his hand higher, concentrating more of his attention on the tip of Spike's cock. "I love doing this."

Leaning more heavily against the wall, Spike could see through slitted eyes Wesley's hands moving on him, and that visual sent a fresh surge of arousal through him. "Why?"

"Because... because you're so responsive. Because you let yourself feel all of it, give yourself up to it." Wesley ghosted his lips along the edge of Spike's ear.

"Of course I do. It feels good," Spike said, moving his free hand back to slide over Welsey's hip and thigh, just needing to touch him. "You feel good."

As arousing as it was to touch Spike, Wesley's own body wasn't capable of responding at this point, but he didn't care. The knowledge did, however, make him that much more anxious to bring Spike to orgasm, so he began to stroke Spike's cock more deliberately, letting his finger rub over the ridge near the head and biting at Spike's neck. "You feel wonderful. I love this. Love you."

"God," Spike said, exposing his throat eagerly to Wesley's mouth. His body was tense with arousal, every part of him focused on how Wesley was touching him. "More, love. Please."

Wesley raked his teeth across Spike's throat, leaving reddened trails, as his hands kept up their movements, one stroking and the other fondling, lost in something that felt as natural to him as touching himself did.

Spike moaned Wesley's name, his body tightening as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he fought the urge to lean back against Wesley, since if they toppled over the encounter would come to an abrupt and not particularly pleasant end.

Feeling the tension in Spike's body, Wesley said reassuringly, "I've got you. It's all right. Just let it happen." He licked Spike's neck, then bit down again, hard, at the same time increasing the pressure of his grip on Spike's erection.

The sharpness of Wesley's bite was a surprise, a hot burst of familiar pain, and Spike cried out, his body jerking, as his muscles clenched even harder before the world shifted around him and the blinding wave of his release crashed through him.

"I've got you," Wesley repeated as Spike came, slippery fluid coating his fingers. The worst of his own intoxication seemed past -- he still felt drunk, but not to the point where standing was as difficult as it had been -- and he moved one arm up around Spike's waist, supporting him.

Everything was hazy, sounds muffled by the ringing in his ears, but Spike could feel Wesley's arms around him like they were the only solid thing in the world. He stroked Wesley's forearm gratefully. "God, I love you," he said between panting breaths.

"I love you too." Slowly and deliberately, Wesley released his hold on Spike's cock and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking off the few traces of Spike that hadn't been washed away by the water running down over their bodies.

"Thank you, pet. That was... some word much better than good." Spike opened his eyes, blinking away the water clinging to his eyelashes, and tried to bring the tiles in front of him into focus.

"I want to do it again," Wesley said, kissing the reddest of the bite marks on Spike's neck. "But as I suspect you're right about the water running cold before then, I think we should finish up here and move back to bed."

Spike shivered as Wesley's lips touched his tender skin. He felt tired and wrung out, ready to sleep, but he was fairly certain that Wesley could get any reaction from him he wanted. "Bed sounds great," he said, turning in Wesley's arms and giving him a gentle but extended kiss.

Using his hands and the water to swipe Spike clean, Wesley returned the kiss, then he shut off the shower and opened the door, reaching for two towels and giving one to Spike. "It's late," he said, thinking that at some point they'd need to sleep, wondering if he was just trying to avoid it because then it would be morning and the real world would encroach upon them again.

"It is." Spike dried himself off with clumsy hands, the bite marks on his throat burning as he patted them with the towel. "Are you tired?"

"I don't know," Wesley said, scrubbing his head and then his chest with the towel. "I suppose so."

Spike rubbed his hair dry, for once not hating the way it curled, because he knew that Wesley liked it. "We can just go to sleep, if you want," he said gently.

Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/52036.html).

If cleanliness is next to godliness is Spike's skin going to start smoking one of these days?

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