Other kinds of tension

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Continued from here.

Wesley took advantage of their position to kiss Spike again, more fiercely this time.

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Spike stopped immediately when he felt Wesley retreating, and he looked up, unsure of what he would find in Wesley's eyes.

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Wesley just smiled at Spike, a bit ruefully. "I'm not sure standing is something I'll be capable of for much longer," he said in explanation, his fingers resting lightly on the smooth skin of Spike's waist.

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"That's an easy problem to solve," Spike said, relieved. He cupped Wesley's chin with one hand and kissed him quickly and softly. "Bed?"

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Wesley leaned in for another kiss, drawing this one out more, savoring the feel of Spike's lips. "Bed sounds wonderful."

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"Keep doing that and we'll get as far as the floor," Spike said, his fingers rubbing random patterns over Wesley's back. "Not that I mind, but..."

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"No, no, you're right," Wesley said, stepping back and pulling off his now-unbuttoned outer shirt carefully. He tossed it over a nearby chair and then grabbed the front of Spike's t-shirt in his fist, kissing him again. "Do you think we can walk and do this at the same time?"

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Need, sharp and urgent, speared through Spike at the fire in Wesley's gesture. "I bloody well hope so," he said, holding Wesley tightly against him to keep him steady as he walked them, still kissing, toward the bedroom.

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Wesley managed not to stumble too badly as they went, although it required him focusing more on what his feet were doing than he would have liked.

The light was still on in the bedroom, the closet door still open, the bedclothes rumpled as he never made more than a token effort to pull them up in the mornings. They paused at the side of the bed, and when the next kiss broke Wesley reached for the bottom edges of Spike's t-shirt, wanting it off of him, needing to see Spike's pale skin and feel it under his hands again.

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Spike stripped off his shirt in a single fluid motion and skimmed his hands up Wesley's torso to remove his shirt as well.

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"I'm glad one of us is coordinated," Wesley murmured, pulling Spike close and lowering his mouth to trace across Spike's creamy shoulder with his tongue.