Other kinds of tension

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

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"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.

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Spike arched upwards, delighting in the pleasure of having someone above him, wanting him, hard for him. Then his belt and button gave way, and skin that hadn't been touched by anyone but himself in far too long was exposed to those long fingers. It wasn't enough. Kissing and nibbling along Wesley's neck, he slid his own hand between them. He brushed over Wesley's covered erection, for which he was rewarded by an exhilarating gasp, before starting to work on his trousers.

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Spike's hand working at the front of his slacks was almost enough to make Wesley groan, but he held it back, trying to focus on what his own fingers were doing. His bandaged forearm rubbing against Spike's jeans helped, but the way Spike's teeth were gently nipping at the skin of his throat -- his unblemished, unscarred throat -- just pushed him the other direction toward distraction.

"God," he said again, hoarsely. "Spike..."

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"You feel so good," Spike murmured against Wesley's jaw. "Can't get enough of you." Tilting them so that they were lying on their sides, he managed to unfasten Wesley's pants and slipped his hand inside. He grinned with delight as he wrapped his fingers around Wesley's straining erection. "This for me?"

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Wesley closed his eyes and inhaled sharply at the feel of Spike's hand on him. Strong, knowing fingers that weren't hesitant in the least, that touched him as if they'd been doing so for years and knew just what he liked. He felt his own grip on Spike's cock tighten involuntarily. "I see there's some -- " he broke off to gasp as Spike's hand stroked," -- advantage to a hundred plus years of experience."

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Spike rocked into Wesley's hand and continued the steady rhythm of his own. "Be happy to show you more," he said with a groan, "if we can get the rest of our bloody clothes off. I want all of you."

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Wesley gritted his teeth as another surge of desire rolled through him, then bent his head to Spike's chest and applied them there instead, nipping sharply. He flicked his tongue over Spike's nipple.

"Let me," he suggested, pulling away so that he could quickly divest Spike of the rest of his clothes until he lay gloriously naked on the bed, then removing his own just as quickly, aware of Spike's eyes on him. He slid up Spike slowly, the sensation of skin on skin unbearably sensual, then asked huskily, "Better?"

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Spike was happy to lie back and watch Wesley remove their clothing and was even happier when Wesley crawled up him with that heated look of promise in his eyes. Pulling him close, Spike set to touching every new inch of the beautiful body that had been exposed.

"Much," he said against Wesley's lips, skimming his hands over back and buttocks, tangling their legs together, and tilting his hips so that their cocks rode against each other with every movement. "If I knew what your clothes were hiding, pet, I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off you for as long as I did."