reality_bends | Splish splash, they're taking a bath!

Wesley didn't protest that Spike hadn't been listening, that he hadn't changed all that much. Instead, he let Spike hold him and tried not to tense up too much. "You'll never be a third wheel. Not if I have anything to say about it."

Spike chuckled. "Once you two start talking about demon languages and old books you'll forget I'm in the flat at all." He rubbed his cheek against Wesley's hair, trying to soothe some of the tension out of him. "She doesn't have to come, love. I don't think it'll be like you're expecting, but I don't want you to be unhappy."

Wesley shook his head, a movement which consisted of rolling it back and forth over Spike's collar bone. "No -- if you'd like to see her, I want her to come."

"What she thinks of you isn't going to change how I feel," Spike said gently. "And if she's as much of a brat to you as she probably was back then I'll toss her out."

"I'm sure it will all be fine," Wesley said. "The point is for you to enjoy her visit, not worry about it."

Spike made a noncommittal noise, since it was patently absurd that he wouldn't care about how Wesley was feeling. His heart sank, though, as he contemplated trying to explain his relationships with Wesley and Buffy to Dawn; he was fairly certain she'd have a lot to say on the subject. "I'll have to talk to Buffy first," he said with a sigh.

It actually made Wesley feel better that Spike sounded so reluctant to do that. "You don't want to?" he asked gently.

"No. But at least it'll be over faster than if I were there." And I won't have to see the hurt in her eyes, only hear it in her voice, that I'm not the devoted follower I said I was. Spike slid lower into the water, curling more closely around Wesley. His palms skimmed over Wesley's chest and stomach, carefully avoiding the knife wound.

Wesley didn't reply to that -- just ran his hands along Spike's legs, stroking them in what he hoped was a soothing gesture. "I love you," he said quietly, after a moment.

That statement brought a smile to Spike's lips. "I love you, too," he said with absolute certainty in his voice.

"Whatever you need -- whatever you want to do -- you have my full support. Always," Wesley said.

"Thank you, pet, but I'm happy as things are," Spike said, going for the easiest and least complicated answer. "There's nothing to support." He pressed his legs in closer to Wesley's, hugging him with them, too. "Not that I don't appreciate it."

"So long as you know," Wesley said, sighing contentedly. He felt limp and relaxed from the heat of the water.

"It goes both ways." Spike trailed his fingers over Wesley's collar bone and down his chest. "Nothing's as important as you are," he said simply, honestly.

"Thank you," Wesley said, smiling. He ran his own hand down along Spike's shin, tracing the bone. "Can you reach my orange juice, love?"

Spike unwrapped one of his arms from around Wesley and felt around blindly over the side of the tub for the juice. "Here you are," he said, handing the now damp glass to Wesley. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," Wesley said, taking the glass and drinking some juice. "Very relaxed. I might still need that nap before our planned evening of doing nothing."

"A nap'd be good for you," Spike said, caressing Wesley's shoulder and sliding his hand down his unoccupied arm. "You've done a lot more today than you probably should have done."

"But I feel actually tired, rather than just worn out," Wesley said. "It's a nice change." He held the glass so that the bottom of it semi-floated on the top of the water.

Spike's hand moved from Wesley's arm to smooth along his ribs. "Good." He hesitated and then asked almost gravely, "How's your throat?"

Wesley had almost forgotten about it. He reached up and touched the place where Spike had bitten him cautiously, but felt only a slight ache. "It's fine," he said, poking it a bit. Just doing that made his cock stir. "How's it look?" He turned toward Spike and tilted his head back so that Spike could see.

Since Spike had bitten so carefully, the mark was minimal, the puncture wounds small and crusted with dried blood. "Like a vampire bit you," he said in a soft voice. He was torn between a heady feeling of elation and love and a sick sense of guilt in the pit of his stomach that he had given Wesley yet another scar.

"I'd have guessed that much," Wesley said, brushing a fingertip over the mark again, then reaching for Spike's hand and bringing it to his throat, pressing Spike's knuckles over the bite.

Spike pulled his hand back so that he was barely brushing Wesley's skin. "Don't, love. Doesn't that hurt?"

"Only a bit," Wesley said. "It does other things, too." He brought Spike's hand down to his groin and rubbed it over his half swollen cock. "I love you. The things you do to me..."

With a muffled groan, Spike wrapped his fingers around Wesley's cock, touching it lightly and feeling it harden in his hand. "I like doing them to you," he said huskily, dipping his head to kiss Wesley's shoulder.

Wesley shivered and did his best not to drop his juice glass into the tub as his body responded to Spike's touch. "I'd have said there was no way I could possibly get aroused again so soon. Seems I'd have been wrong."

"Must be making up for lost time," Spike murmured, sliding his fingers up and down Wesley's growing erection. His own cock was swelling, trapped between their bodies, and he shifted a bit to try to ease some of the discomfort. The wet, buoyant slide of skin against skin only encouraged his arousal. "Want me to stop?" He used his thumb and forefinger to toy with Wesley's foreskin to try to ensure that the answer would be 'no.'

"No," Wesley said. "Wait -- yes. But only long enough to set this back on the floor before I drop it." He gestured with the glass he was holding.

"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."

"Might make it a bit hard to do some things," Wesley said, then gave a helpless gasp of laughter. "Like go to the bathroom." His eyes were open, watching Spike's hand stroking him beneath the surface of the water. "God."

Spike chuckled and nuzzled into Wesley's hair, slipping his free hand around Wesley's waist to keep him pressed tightly against him. "It's not about being sensible; it's about how much I want you."

Wesley held back a groan and rested his hand on Spike's knee. "Tell me," he said. "Tell me how much you want me."

"More than anything," Spike replied, keeping his touch light, not wanting to hurry. "I'm hungry for you all the time, love. Your touch. Your attention. Your eyes on me. Anything. Everything."

The feel of Spike's erection pressed against Wesley's lower back was maddening, Spike's grip on his cock teasing, almost playful. "I get aroused just thinking about you," Wesley managed to get out. "And when you touch me..."

Wesley's words made Spike even warmer than the water did. "You're always so responsive," he said. "You don't hold back. I love that about you. I could get lost in you."

Wesley gasped and pushed himself into Spike's grip harder. He could feel his pulse beating more quickly, and it was an effort not to beg for more, to just let this happen as it would. "You're so good at this."

Spike groaned softly as Wesley moved, his cock desperate for attention. "Am I?" he asked, stroking Wesley just a bit more firmly. The water made his movements more languid, and he brought his other hand down to cup Wesley's balls. "What do you like about it?"

"It would be... easier to list what I didn't like," Wesley said, watching Spike's hands on him. "Which... would be nothing. God, the way your skin feels... and that thing you're doing with your thumb..." He gasped again. "Yes, that."

Spike did it again, adding an extra twist of his wrist, and listened with delight as Wesley responded with something like a whimper. Wesley's body was so warm and pulsing with life that it felt to Spike almost as though he were holding his heartbeat in his hands. "You feel so good, love. Just the right size in my hand, in me. I love that I can do this to you, touch you, make you hard."

Wesley was, at that point, reduced to small sounds of desperation as he tried his best not to move. The heat of the water seemed to make everything more intense, and his breath came in quick pants as Spike's hands worked him expertly.

"I love the way you give yourself to me," Spike continued in a husky murmur, "let me make you feel good." He gently fondled Wesley's balls and then, easing Wesley's legs apart, slid his fingers back behind them, swirling water over sensitive flesh. "And you feel so bloody good to me."

Tightening his hand on Spike's knee, Wesley let his head fall back against Spike's shoulder and closed his eyes as the sensations that Spike was creating threatened to overwhelm him. "This is... God, I..."

"That's it. Let me take care of you." Spike brushed his fingers over Wesley's opening but didn't linger, instead bringing his hand back up to Wesley's balls as he kept stroking his cock in a rhythm he hoped wouldn't force him to the edge too quickly. His own erection pressed against Wesley's back, receiving nowhere near enough stimulation with each movement of their bodies. He pressed his mouth to the damp skin beneath Wesley's ear and sucked gently. "I can still taste you," he whispered. "Do you like that?"

Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/78257.html).

Splish splash, they're taking a bath!

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