"Good thinking." Spike kept his fingers moving on Wesley's erection but took the glass with his other hand. He lowered it over the side of the tub and let it drop the last inch to the floor so that he didn't have to move. It landed with a clunk but didn't tip over. Not that Spike would have cared if it had made a mess, because the low level of arousal he always felt when touching Wesley was growing into something far more insistent. "If I could have my hands on you all the time I would."