Just for fun

[thebratqueen]

Okay, a few people have asked/wanted another snippet [waves at lucifrix, stakebait, lerefuge and obsessedmuch]. Angel/Wesley this time. PWP, sex, schmoop, the works. Hope you like.



Wesley curled in on himself, feeling ever so vaguely miserable.

Feeling sorry for himself, morelike, but awareness of the problem did little to nothing to fix it.

"This where you are?" Angel said, coming in to the bedroom. Wesley remained on his side, unable to see his lover except for his large shadow. "Been looking for ya."

"I've been here," he replied.

The bed shifted as it took Angel's weight. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Wesley said. "The usual."

If Angel noticed the contradiction, he didn't speak of it. "Okay. How do we fix it?"

"We can't," Wesley said. A hint of bitterness crept into his tone. "Don't you think I would if I was able?"

"Hey," Angel said softly, "not the enemy here. Wanna try that again?"

Wesley closed his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I get that."

"I'm sure you do," Wesley said. He rubbed his cheek against the pillow and wondered if the day would come when he'd stop being the sort of nancy that found himself moved to tears.

"Hey," Angel said, shifting closer. He reached out to run his fingers over Welsey's hair. "Come here. It's okay. We'll fix it."

"It's not a matter of - " Wesley started to protest, but found himself silenced by Angel's hand. The broad palm covered his lips. He found himself instinctively wanting to kiss it.

"Shh," Angel said. "Think you're thinking too much."

Wesley closed his eyes, willing to admit it to himself even if he was unable to say it out loud.

"Come here," Angel said again, and this time Wesley turned, looking up into the deep brown eyes that met his every morning. "Let me take care of you."

"I - " Wesley spoke, but again was silenced by Angel's fingertips.

"Don't talk," Angel told him.

Welsey felt his heartrate speed up. "Darling - "

Angel pressed his thumb to Wesley's mouth. "*Don't* talk."

Wesley lapsed into silence.

Angel let his eyes trail over Wesley's body. "Shouldn't be miserable, Wes. Don't like it when you are."

Wesley longed to respond to that, but kept his mouth shut.

As if he picked up upon the obidence, Angel bent down and kissed him. He teased Wesley's lips with his own, never deepening the kiss even when Wesley's mouth parted and quietly asked for it.

"Not yet," Angel told him. He moved his hand down Wesley's chest then sat up, sitting so that he straddled Wesley's legs. He nodded down at the purple button-down shirt that Wesley had put on that morning. "Take that off."

Wesley swallowed, then complied. He shucked it off then looked at Angel questioningly.

"Toss it on the floor," Angel answered.

Wesley did so, then hesitated as his hands automatically moved to his undershirt.

"Good," Angel told him. "Ask me."

Wesley blinked in confusion. "What?"

"Ask me," Angel repeated. He gestured towards Wesley's shirt.

Wesley's mind took a moment to perform the translation. He felt himself flush, and felt like an idiot for it, but went along with it anyway. "Angel, might I - er, *should* I remove my shirt?"

Angel's mouth quirked in a grin. "Yeah. To both."

Wesley nodded, satisfied with the confirmation and pulled his shirt off. He threw it down onto the floor to join its companion. The room felt cool, as the hotel always did, and goosebumps danced along his skin.

"Good," Angel said. "Lie back."

Wesley did. He felt stirrings in his groin. He liked them, even if he was hard pressed to understand their cause.

"Hands above your head," Angel told him.

Wesley moved accordingly, looking to Angel for approval when he wrapped them around the base of the headboard. He assumed he was expected to resume his silence.

Angel stroked his bare chest. "Good. Hold still."

Wesley wondered why he needed to be told that, then received his answer as Angel's hand dipped lower. His lover undid the front of his pants and tugged them down, freeing his cock. It bobbed in the air uncertainly before Angel engulfed it in his grip, wrapping his hand around it and holding it tightly.

Wesley longed to squirm. He tried to remain still.

"Good," Angel said. He increased the pressure, eliciting a small moan. "Now don't come." With that Angel shifted lower, bent down, and began to lick the tip.

Wesley moaned, louder this time. He wanted to thrust forward but kept his hips locked. He forced himself to concentrate on the feeling of his hands against the wood of the headboard, thinking of the splinters that dug into his skin rather than the velvet-like feeling of Angel's tongue.

Then Angel wrapped his lips around him and began to suck.

Wesley clamped his teeth shut, groaning against them. Angel's name stood just outside of his ability to speak. He whimpered, trying not to think of touching Angel's shoulders and encouraging him to go further. Thinking of it would only tempt him towards doing it. Instead he relied upon his moans and quickened breath to tell Angel of his appreciation.

"Taste good," Angel murmured. His tongue circled the tip of his cock, lapping at the tiny drops his ministrations caused. He moved one hand up to toy with Wesley's nipples. "Want more, Wes?"

"Yes," he replied, glad for the ability to speak again. "Yes. Please."

Angel moved off of him and removed the rest of his clothes. Wesley felt all the more naked for the fact that Angel hadn't taken his clothes off in the slightest. "Show me."

Wesley smiled, reaching for him. "Of course."

"No," Angel said, catching his hand before it could make contact. Angel turned Wesley's grip around and moved it back towards him. "On you."

Wesley hesitated, his hand freezing even as Angel tried to guide it towards his cock. "Angel, I - "

Angel met his eyes. There was a hint of gold in his. "I want that. Do it."

Wesley's heart thudded. He wrapped his hand around his own cock. "Should I - that is, do you want me to - "

"Jerk off, don't come," Angel said. He lay down on his side and settled down comfortably, his eyes never leaving Wesley's face.

"Of course," Wesley said, wishing he could look away but finding it impossible to do so in spite - or perhaps because of - the burning humiliation he felt.

Angel caressed his cheek. "Good."

"I want to be," Wesley admitted.

Angel smiled at him and leaned forward for a kiss. This time he made it deeper, his tongue matching the pace that Wesley's hand had set. "So pretty, Wes."

Wesley ducked his head, unwilling to acknowledge the words more than he had to. "I'm glad you like it."

"Like *you*," Angel replied. "Everything else is just extra."

*Then let me stop,* Wesley wanted to say, but he remained silent. He found himself growing harder for all that his thoughts protested the method for it. "Angel, I - "

"Don't come," Angel reminded him. He ran his fingernails down Wesley's chest, then circled his hand around to cup and tug Wesley's balls.

Wesley bit his lower lip. "Too much. That might be - "

"Don't let it."

Wesley shook his head. "I want to."

Angel met his eyes. "Don't."

Wesley panted. "Angel, *please*."

Angel continued his ministrations. "What?"

Wesley swallowed, looked away, then dared to look up again. "Take me?"

Angel rewarded him with a slow and lazy grin. "Want me too?"

Wesley continued to stroke himself. "Yes. Please. Angel - I want you to."

Angel teased him with a kiss. "How?"

Wesley tried his best to return the gesture. "From - would you - God, just fuck me, please?"

Angel gave a warm chuckle, then moved back to bite Wesley's ear. "Yeah, Wes. I'd love to. Turn around."

Wesley moved to his hands and knees at once. He thought about it, then moved his right hand back to his cock since Angel hadn't told him to stop touching. He ached as he heard the sounds of his lover stripping down, wishing that he could perform the task for him but not caring if it meant the distance between them would end soon.

A cool swipe of moisture made him cry out as Angel began to lubricate him. Wesley hadn't even noticed him taking the supplies out of the nightstand.

"All mine, Wes?" Angel asked.

"Yes," Wesley replied. "God, yes."

"Good," Angel said. He nudged Wesley's legs apart further, then thrust deep inside of him.

"I love you," Wesley gasped. He lost his balance and braced himself with both hands against the headboard. "Desperately."

Angel kissed along his shoulder, his teeth hinting at the sharpness of fangs. "Love you too, Wesley."

"Please, I -" Wesley said, then moaned as Angel began to properly move inside of him. "Angel, love, I - I - "

"Shh," Angel told him.

"Angel - "

"*Shh*," Angel repeated. covering Wes's mouth with his hand once more. When he spoke his voice was a growl in his ear. "Don't talk."

Wesley whimpered, feeling himself grow close.

Angel smiled, letting his eyes fully become gold as he bent to suck - not bite - at Wesley's neck. "Mine, Wes. All mine."

"Yours," Wesley promised, speaking around the grip of Angel's hand, then crying out as Angel's touch made him go over.