If they had a rubber duckie, I think it would be jealous.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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"Yes. God. Wes." Spike was reduced to single syllables as his body stretched around Wesley's fingers and moved with the rhythm of his hands. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open, but he managed to keep his gaze locked on Wesley's face as he twisted and arched into his touch. His skin felt too small, too tight to contain the arousal threatening to burst out of him, and the movement of the water around him made him feel like warm hands were caressing him everywhere. "God."

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I think I abandoned my juice," Wesley said, smiling. "Remind to get some more later. Right now I just want to lie down with you."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike glanced back toward the bathroom, a thin line of concern forming between his brows. "I can get it for you, love. Won't take a minute."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No," Wesley said. He took Spike's hand and tugged him in the direction they'd been traveling. "It's fine. Come on."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

With another quick glance over his shoulder, Spike followed Wesley down the hall to their bedroom. "Are you feeling all right?" he asked, studying Wesley's face.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Other than ready for a nap? Yes." Wesley ushered them into the bedroom and gave his chest and stomach another quick rub with the towel before dropping it onto the floor.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

The bare wooden floors of the apartment were cool against Spike's feet, an indication of how the bath had warmed him, and he didn't hesitate in dropping his own towel so that he'd be able to climb into bed next to Wesley to try to preserve the heat in him for a little while longer. "In you go," he said, standing next to the bed and holding open the covers.