Reality Bends to Desire

Spike could feel more than hear the sound of pleasure that rose from deep in his throat when Wesley kissed him. The taste of Wesley mixed with alcohol and a slight hint of curry was sweet in his mouth, and Spike's hands were eager and restless as he fell deeper into the embrace. He wanted more contact, more skin, more everything. He began to pull Wesley's two shirts free from his pants, desperate to touch the taut skin he had seen earlier that night.