"God," Wesley muttered as Spike writhed against him. The vampire was more solid than he looked, heavier, and the weight of him made Wesley even more aroused, if that was even possible. He wanted to touch Spike everywhere, for Spike to touch him everywhere, and still there were all these bloody clothes in the way.

Wesley rolled them over so that he was on top, one hand fumbling at the fastening of Spike's jeans.