The feel of Spike's cool, strong body beneath his was enough to make Wesley have to close his eyes for a moment. He wanted to taste every inch of Spike, to let the experience consume him and blot out the memories that blended and bled into one another at the back of his mind.

Wesley's mouth traced a path from Spike's lips to his throat, then down across his chest to the silken skin of his abdomen, licking and breathing careless warm air as he went.