reality_bends | Getting clean. Yeah, that's what they're doing in the shower.

Spike closed his eyes briefly at Wesley's sound of pleasure. Everything else might be complicated, but that, at least, was for him alone. He lifted his head to capture Wesley's lips, pressing him back into the cool tile wall as he kissed him deeply.

Caught between the wall and Spike's beautifully muscled body, Wesley couldn't do more than return the kiss with as much enthusiasm as possible and writhe slightly, the slick feel of wet skin on his own arousing him even more.

"Will you answer my question now?" Spike asked, nipping at Wesley's lower lip. Wesley's eyes were beginning to lose their focus behind his damp eyelashes.

Wesley leaned forward quickly to kiss Spike again, finding it difficult to lose contact. "What question was that again?"

"If you'll have a problem being late for work," Spike said. He slid his body sensually against Wesley's and devoured his mouth before he could answer.

Wesley couldn't help himself, and wasn't sure if he wanted to -- he whimpered into the kiss, completely unable to maintain his sense of control with the way Spike was moving against him.

"That's not an answer, pet," Spike murmured. His hands roamed over Wesley's skin, eager to touch him everywhere. "I could stop. Let you get ready."

"No," Wesley gasped quickly, his own hands still clutching at Spike's waist and hip. "No stopping. Don't... stop."

Spike responded by tilting his hips and sliding their cocks against each other. The combination of heated, slippery skin and the echo of Wesley's words in his ears made him groan into Wesley's mouth.

For his part, Wesley was grateful for Spike's strength, for the easy way Spike had him pinned to the wall. His lack of control in the current situation seemed all the hotter for the simple fact that he couldn't possibly be expected to be stronger than a vampire.

Wesley slid a hand down Spike's back roughly, encouraging him to move closer still, reveling in the sheer force.

Spike groaned again as Wesley urged him closer, and he slid one hand in Wesley's wet hair to tip his head to an even better angle for delving into his mouth.

Wesley shuddered as his cock, now ultra sensitive from its contact with the slick skin of Spike's stomach and hip, was trapped even more firmly between them. He allowed his head to be tilted for Spike's convenience, returning the kiss just as avidly. His hands moved restlessly, and possibly rather ineffectually, over Spike's body, so wrapped up was he in the taste of Spike's mouth that he barely knew what the rest of his body was doing.

Hunger coursed through Spike's body, hunger not for blood but for Wesley. Every movement, every sound, every expression of pleasure on Wesley's face only added to Spike's desire. He shifted his hips again, teasing his aching erection with more of Wesley's skin. "Do you feel how much I want you?" he asked huskily.

Another sound escaped Wesley, although this time it was so faint that it probably couldn't even be classified as a whimper. "Want you too," he managed to say, biting at Spike's lower lip.

"Yeah?" Spike pressed his mouth to the soft skin and stubble beneath Wesley's jaw. "Say it again. I like to hear you talk."

Wesley's breath hitched in his chest and he shuddered. Then he semi-growled, in a low voice, "I want you," knowing that the vibration of his vocal chords would be felt by Spike's lips and tongue against his throat.

The intensity of Wesley's voice stoked the flames of Spike's arousal, and Spike worked his way lower, dipping his tongue into the hollow between Wesley's collarbones.

"Please," Wesley said, the feel of Spike's tongue and the general downward path making him ache. He slid his hand through Spike's hair, smoothing water out of it, and pressed forward against Spike's body.

I want you. Please. Wesley's words repeated over and over in Spike's head. Holding him close, he mouthed down Wesley's chest, teasing a nipple with his tongue on the way.

Wesley's hand on Spike's head went from caressing to clutching, the center of his back arching away from the tile wall as his body responded eagerly to Spike's mouth. "God yes," he hissed. "More. Spike..."

Pleased by Wesley's reaction, Spike ran his tongue over his nipple again, this time following it by the barest brush of his teeth.

Wesley hissed again, wordlessly this time, and tightened his grip on Spike's hair, clearly begging for still more.

Spike bit down harder and then soothed the pain with the flat of his tongue.

The sharp jolt of pain that went through Wesley when Spike bit him was both vaguely familiar and deeply erotic. He groaned and whispered, "Spike... your mouth..."

"Like what I do with it, pet?" Spike asked. He kissed his way across Wesley's chest to his other nipple.

"Love it," Wesley gasped, squirming against the tile. "More. Spike, please..."

Hot water was pouring down Spike's back, dripping down his face, but it was Wesley in which he was drowning. He used his teeth and tongue to torment sensitive skin, eager to give Wesley what he wanted. He couldn't get enough of the twin rushes of power and pleasure at Wesley's enthusiastic responses.

Wesley's eyes were closed, but that didn't matter because he could see Spike clearly in his mind's eye. More importantly, it made it easier to concentrate on what Spike was doing to him, on every nuance of touch and flick of tongue and scrape of teeth. Spike seemed to know that Wesley wanted rough treatment, wanted to be pushed to the edge of what he could handle -- either that or, just as likely, Spike was reveling in it as well.

One of his hands clutched at Spike's shoulder as his breathing grew more ragged, his cock aching for the attention Spike was paying to his nipples.

Spike sank slowly downwards. Wesley's cock brushed across his chest and throat, but he ignored it for the moment as he traced the trembling muscles of Wesley's stomach with his hands and mouth.

Wesley kept his eyes firmly closed, convinced that opening them to the sight of Spike on his knees would snap any remaining control he might have. Every muscle in his body felt tensed and desperate, and his breath shuddered and caught.

It had been longer than Spike could remember since he had been in this position in front of another man, and this time it was wholly of his own volition. All of him, demon and soul, wanted to make Wesley lose his precious control. He wanted to gain that power, and Wesley seemed to want to lose it, if only briefly.

He withdrew his hands, lifted his mouth, and, after a delicious moment of stillness to listen to Wesley's racing heartbeat, pressed the gentlest of kisses to the skin of Wesley's hip. He drew a finger softly up the inside of Wesley's thigh.

Trembling, Wesley clenched his hands into fists, feeling his short fingernails dig into the skin of his palms. He knew that begging was mere moments away, and wasn't trying to do more than postpone it with the distraction.

Spike grinned as he continued to neglect the erection in front of him and instead lifted one of Wesley's hands to his mouth. He soothed the fingers open and licked and nibbled across the palm.

Control growing more tenuous by the second, Wesley looked down and met Spike's eyes as the vampire licked and kissed his palm, the touch more arousing than he would have thought possible. "Please," he said, voice rough with need.

"Don't think I could ever get tired of hearing you say that," Spike said, grazing the inside of Wesley's wrist with his teeth before releasing it. He brushed the backs of his fingers down the underside of Wesley's cock and slid them around its base. He leaned forward for just long enough that the slick head danced across his lips. Watching Wesley's eyes darken, he caught the intense flavor on the tip of his tongue.

Wesley wasn't sure if the show that Spike was putting on was meant to be for his benefit, but he was fairly certain he didn't cared. The thought that any moment now Spike was going to suck his cock was enough to keep him silent in anticipation, and he was sure that his eyes were begging in his voice's stead.

Spike brought Wesley's erection to his lips again, this time taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

A low cry escaped Wesley, and he couldn't quite keep from moving his hips slightly as Spike's mouth finally settled around the head of his cock, tongue moving over the sensitive slick skin. He brought a hand up to tangle in Spike's hair again, gentle now.

Sliding his hand over Wesley's hip, Spike pushed him back against the wall. He didn't mind that Wesley had moved, but he wanted him completely at his mercy. He engulfed Wesley's cock, no longer interested in teasing.

Wesley groaned, his head falling back against the wall, Spike's hand on his hip a desperately-needed anchor. The vampire's mouth was lukewarm and almost unbearably talented, taking him in and caressing his length.

If he hadn't already been standing under hot water, he'd have been sweating by now. "Spike..." Wesley said, running his hand down to rest at the back of Spike's neck. "God, yes..."

Using skills that he had never quite forgotten, Spike slid his lips and tongue along Wesley's shaft. He sucked harder as warm fingers settled at the nape of his neck.

Wesley drew in a breath, the sound low-pitched and ragged, then exhaled just as shakily. He could feel his thighs trembling, the hot water running down over him, but Spike's mouth working at his cock was his only real focus.

Wesley's flesh was hot on Spike's tongue, and the taste of him made Spike's body ache. He could feel Wesley shaking beneath his hands, and he sped up his movements, taking Wesley's cock into the back of his throat and then pulling back until only the tip was captured between his lips. On the next pass upwards, he allowed the barest hint of his teeth to graze the tender skin.

And there it was again, proof that by deliberation or instinct, Spike knew to ride the thin line between pleasure and pain. Knew how to push Wesley closer to that line. Teeth scraped his flesh and Wesley shuddered, feeling his balls drawing up tight as he hovered on the edge of release, hearing his heart pounding in his ears.

He whimpered, and thought vaguely that Spike's name might be contained within the sound.

Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/9963.html).

Getting clean. Yeah, that's what they're doing in the shower.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject