TBQ and zortified and a naked Wes and Angel part 2

[thebratqueen]

Wesley smiled, and sauntered after him, wondering if Angel would even notice that the others had left the lobby.

Angel reached the bedroom and quickly put on a pair of sweatpants. He found one of Wes's robes, figuring it was the best choice under the circumstances, and went to bring it down to Wesley.

He stopped at the doorway, his lover standing there. "Oh. Huh?"

"Oh, thank you." Wesley took the robe out of his hands and slipped it on.

Angel tried to process it all. "Did you - how did you - huh?"

"How did I what?" Wesley frowned at him.

"Get here?"

"I walked?" Wesley gave him a look like he had lost his mind.

"Wasn't there - " Angel suddenly decided he didn't care. "Can I be touching you now?"

Wesley narrowed his eyes. "I don't think so. I think I'd like a demonstration of what happens when you want to be, and can't."

Angel felt his insides melt. "Oh would ya now?"

Wesley tightened the belt on his robe and gave him a steady look which said if he didn't do as instructed, someone would be walking out the door to find something more entertaining to do.

Angel couldn't help a small grin. "Love it when you're stern. Where do you want me?"

"And you don't sound as though you realize who exactly is in charge," Wesley said with an inflectionless tone. As though he actually *could* turn around and leave, if Angel didn't behave himself.

"Hey - I realize," Angel said. He thought about it, then made a show of holding his hands out in front of him as though Wes had cuffed them together. "Boss."

"Oh, yes. Very much like you aren't merely indulging me." Wesley walked into the room, not looking at him. "I think you should get on the bed and proceed to show me just who is in charge."

Angel moved to follow, then hesitated. He cleared his throat to get Wes's attention. "Before, or after, I get you that brandy - sir?"

"Before. I'll prepare my drink while you wait." He lifted an eyebrow a fraction.

Angel nodded. "As you wish." He climbed onto the bed, propped up a few pillows against the headboard and leaned back on them. He ran a hand down his bare chest and over the bulge in his sweatpants, looking at Wes expectantly.

Wesley glanced at him as he headed towards the liquor cabinet. "You're dressed."

"I am, sir."

"Do you often begin your masturbatory sessions while dressed?"

Angel met Wes's eyes so Wes could tell he was answering honestly. "Depends on when and why I'm doing it. Sir."

"I see." Wesley nodded, satisfied. "Very well. You may proceed with your demonstration. However -- you may not come until I give you permission."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Angel replied. He moved his hand down to cup himself properly, using his thumb to move up and down his hardening cock and give it the stimulation it was dying for. He ran his right hand over his chest, then put it behind his head, knowing that the pose flexed more muscles and therefore improved Wes's view.

But then Wesley turned his back, and poured himself a drink. He seemed to be taking his time with it, as though using the delay to tease Angel.

Angel breathed deep, taking in the scent of the alcohol and Wesley both and using that to sustain him. He thought about all the things he'd love to do to Wes if he had half the chance.

Finally Wesley turned back, holding a brandy snifter in his hand. He walked over to a chair, pulled it to face Angel, and sat down.

Angel ran his hand down his cock, then applied pressure to his sweat pants so that he could rub up against them and get a little friction. He let his eyes travel over Wes's body, enjoying the tiny peeks of it that he could see whenever the robe moved with Wes's breath.

Wesley seemed completely composed as he sat there, sipping at his brandy. Seemed, to anyone who wasn't a vampire. Angel could smell the arousal, hear the fast thudding of his heartbeat.

He had to admit he loved this. There was something about Wes being turned on in a way that only Angel knew - like this was a gift Wes gave only to him. Everybody else could fuck off.

Considering their situation, it was a nice kind of symmetry.

But Wes was watching his hand more closely, now, his attention fully on what Angel was doing.

Angel shifted his hips to give Wes a better view. He was starting to want more, but he drew it out just for Wesley. He tugged at his pants just enough to expose some of his dark hair, but none of his cock, which he continued to squeeze through the fabric.

Wesley's gaze seemed riveted on that tiny patch of hair. Or perhaps on his hand, or the cock outlined in fabric.

Angel moved his thumb up to trace the waistband of his pants. He gave a low growl of pleasure, and spoke as though he were the only one in the room. "Mmm... Wesley."

He heard the increase in the rapid heartbeat, but otherwise there was no noise from Wesley.

He loved watching Wes, but decided to close his eyes to help with the concept of Angel jerking himself off as though Wes wasn't there. He rocked his hips slightly, pressing into his touch. He entertained himself with one of a hundred thousand fantasies about his lover. "God, Wes - want you."

There was a hitch in Wesley's breathing, then it sounded as though he'd held his breath. So as not to distract Angel or intrude upon the fantasy of this being private? As though Angel could forget that his lover was sitting there, watching his every move and growing more aroused by it?

He pulled his pants down lower, first exposing an expanse of hip, then his cock in turn when his erection refused to remain inside of his clothing. He kept the pants on, however - going with the illusion that this was a moment of unplanned arousal. As though he'd just been tormented by the sight of Wes and couldn't keep his hand off his cock any longer. He ran his thumb over the tip. He gave another growl of pleasure, and freed his right hand once more so that he could pinch at his nipples.

Wesley shifted in his chair, but there was no sound of a hand on the robe's fabric. Wesley wasn't touching *himself*. Yet.

Angel hated the fact that he had no breath. He knew how much the sound of Wesley's quick breathing aroused him - and how much a change of breath could *indicate* arousal. His cock was hard, and starting to drip, but even still - he wanted to give Wes all he could.

He licked his hand to wet it, then slowly pumped it up and down his cock. Soft, almost as though he weren't speaking at all, he said "Think about you all the time."

There was a soft sound, almost like a whimper. He could smell how aroused Wesley was. How close *he* was to coming, from the scent of precum he knew so well.

"Last time I did this," Angel continued, his hand never stopping, "was two nights ago. Saw you working at your desk. You ran your hand down your neck. Shirt was just a little unbuttoned. Couldn't fucking *stand* it, wanted you so bad."

He could almost hear the click of Wesley's brain, filing away another spot to seduce him. Someplace public, semi-public, that Angel had ever indicated he'd wanted Wesley. Wesley seemed to be going through the list almost as quickly as Angel could add to it.

Angel gave a quick hum of pleasure, rocking his hips up into his touch, then slowed his hand down to keep from coming. "Remember how I said I had to go downstairs? What do you think I was doing?"

There was another soft whimper, strangled back halfway through. Wesley shifted in his chair, but again Angel didn't hear him doing anything - like touch himself.

Angel allowed himself a tiny smile. He loved turning Wes on. Loved knowing he could frustrate Wes even more. "Couldn't decide if I wanted to suck you off or fuck you more. Thought about both. Finally figured I wanted to fuck you up against your desk, my lips right on your neck, feeling how fast I could make your heart beat."

There was no noise from Wes, again -- but everything else Angel could smell, could hear, could practically taste on the air, told him how turned on Wesley was.

He gave a groan of frustration. His mind returned to the fantasy of Wes in his office, and the thought of his lips over Wes's pulse was damn near too much. "Starting to get close," he told Wesley, but didn't stop his hand.

He heard Wesley stand up, and he opened his eyes when Wesley drew near. He was still wearing the robe, still had it belted tight. But the tip of his cock was peeking out between the edges of the robe.

He let himself get lost in Wes's gaze. "What do you want me to do?"

"Remove your pants."

With an audible groan Angel stopped touching himself. He lifted his hips off of the bed, hooked his thumbs in his waistband, and pulled his pants down. He sat down again, kicked them off of his feet and let them fall to the floor. He thought about it, then lay back on the bed with his hands clasped behind his neck in a subservient posture. His cock ached for more stimulation. He found his eyes drawn to Wes's mouth.

"Angel?" Wesley asked in a tone that sounded like he wasn't turned on at all, if you didn't know him well enough to hear the breathy note in each word.

Angel licked his lips. His entire body was burning with the need to feel Wes's touch. "Yes?"

"Crawl over here and lick my cock." He gestured, but didn't pull the robe free.

Angel's eyes fluttered closed. "Love you," he said, by way of an answer. He got off of the bed, went onto his hands and knees, and slowly - so Wes could watch - crawled over to kneel before him. He wanted to wrap his entire mouth around Wesley, but orders were orders. He put his hands behind his back - both for the look of it, and to control his own willpower and the desire to touch either Wes or *himself* again - and began to lap at Wes's cock with tiny licks that fluttered up and down the shaft.

This time Wesley didn't bother to hold back his moans. That, or he was unable to -- the thought encouraged Angel, made him give slightly longer licks. Wesley's cock was throbbing, Angel could feel his lover's heart beat through the veins his tongue brushed over. Somehow Wesley managed not to sway on his feet, as well.

After taking his time wetting the shaft, he moved up to *lightly* tease the tip of Wes's cock, groaning with pleasure as he tasted him. His hips shifted as his own cock died for something - anything - to satisfy it. He let himself enjoy the taste for just a moment before going back down to again give Wes long, wet licks. "Only ever do this for you, you know," he whispered.

"Id like to think I'd have noticed if you licked my cock, for someone *else*," Wesley said. Then the stern, non-nonsense tone returned and he said, "Stop."

Obediently, Angel froze. He cast his eyes upward, however. "Wasn't what I meant," he said softly.

But Wesley didn't look upset. There was a smile being forced back, with some difficulty, on his face as he said, "Go get a tube of lubricant out of the nightstand. You may crawl, if you wish. Then get back on the bed."

Angel wanted to clarify further, but again orders were orders. It was a moment before he could move without fear of coming, but once he was confident he did as Wesley told him, crawling because he knew it would please his lover. He got back onto the bed, put the lube on the blanket in front of him then, barring any other instructions from Wes, stayed in a kneeling position with his hands resting easily on his thighs.

The next order came, and went right to Angel's cock, making it even more difficult not to come until he'd been told he could. "Take the lube and prepare your arsehole for my cock."

He swallowed. "Yes," he said - both for confirmation and to buy himself an extra second to recover. He did as he was told, getting lube on his fingers and then changing position just enough that he could start to slide his fingers in and out of himself in preparation. He forced himself to think of things that were *not* erotic, although the mental reminder that he needed to check the oil in his convertible wasn't as helpful as he originally hoped.

"Stretch yourself well," Wesley commanded.

Again he needed a minute. With his free hand he gripped the headboard, trying not to break it. He slid one finger in, then another, then another.

It seemed forever before Wesley spoke again. When he did, he asked in a very soft, very dangerous tone, "Are you ready for me?"

"Always," Angel replied.

"Lie on your back, then."

He did as he was told. From this side of the bed his head was nowhere near the pile of pillows he'd made earlier, but he was past caring.

Wesley remained where he was beside the bed, and dropped his robe. He stood there, as though waiting.

Angel drank in the sight of his beautiful lover. "What would you like me to do?"

"Beg me."

*Love you* Angel wanted to say again, but once more orders were orders. Not that these were hard to follow. "Please. Please, Wesley. I'm dying for you. I need you so much I can't stand it. Fuck me, hurt me - whatever you want. I'm yours. *Please*."

Wesley got onto the bed - kneeling on the mattress, beside him. Beside him, Angel realized, and not between his legs where he could fuck Angel. But Wesley was looking down at him, drinking in the sight. Naked, quivering with need, legs spread open and waiting for him.

"Please, Wes," Angel continued. He met his lover's eyes. "I mean it. Whatever you want. Whatever you need. Please. Fuck me, touch me, tell me what to do. Any of it. Please."

Wesley smiled. "I think you're right. You can be trained. I'll have to start training you, soon." And he moved -- either he'd turned into a vampire, or Angel had blinked, because he missed seeing how he did it. But suddenly Wesley was there, beside him -- mouth touching his cock and fingers sliding into his ass.

It was an effort of centuries-old will not to come. "God, yes," he said. "I'd do it for you, Wes. I'd *only* do it for you." Wes's fingers were maddening. He lost himself in a moan, then recovered, talking both to tell Wes about this, and to keep himself from coming. "Never - never did this for *anybody* but you."

Wesley's mouth began to engulf him, and those fingers were pressing inside. It was damned near his whole hand, by the feel of it.

God - the heat of a mortal mouth was enough to make him lose his mind. "Wes - please. *Please*."

Wesley's mouth lifted, hot, wet mouth vanishing from his cock. "Oh, right," Wesley said in an annoyingly *composed* tone, and don't think Angel wasn't going to get him for that, later. Wesley moved his hand, and Angel felt a fist sliding inside as Wesley said, "You may come."

Angel bucked off of the bed, crying out as he lost it. "Wes - Wes - fuck - *Wesley* - "

He felt Wesley moving closer -- not removing his hand, but pressing his body against Angel's where he could. The body heat, and the scent wrapped around him as he came.

It was a while before Angel could speak again. "Any fucking wonder I'm addicted to you?" he asked softly. His vision wasn't clear, but he opened his eyes and looked up at Wes anyway. "I'm telling ya - it's a fetish."

"Is it?" Wesley asked, his eyes sparkling. "Completely unable to reach orgasm, without at least the thought of me?"

"Well," Angel admitted, feeling some of the ability to think return to his brain. "Gotta admit in the last three years I haven't really tried."

"Then you won't mind if I fuck you now," Wesley said, and he pulled his hand free.

Angel gave a sound of disappointment at the removal of Wes's hand, but nodded. "Nope. Don't mind if you fuck me now, later, or always."

"I think bits of me should fall off, if I attempted 'always'. But I can do 'now', and later." He looked thoughtful. "I wonder if I should take you downstairs and fuck you on my desk."

Angel leaned up so that their mouths were almost touching. "If you want," he whispered. "Sir."

Wesley smiled. "As long as we take clothes with us, this time."

"Well if you're going to be *picky*."

"You'd rather parade about the lobby, naked, in front of the others?"

"I'd rather be touching you, always, with no time delay," Angel said. "Y'know - since you asked."

Wesley looked down at his cock. "Then why aren't you--" was as far as he got.

Angel moved down and wrapped his mouth around Wes's cock, taking him in deep and giving him a long, hard suck.

"Oh, god... Angel," Wesley breathed, collapsing back on the bed as Angel helped guide him down.

The lube was in easy reach - and still open. Angel deftly picked it up with one hand and got some on his fingers. He put the tube back down and slid a single finger into Wesley's ass. He moved his lips up and down Wes's cock, letting his tongue flutter over it and teasing him with random pulses of pressure.

Wesley seemed to have abandoned all pretense at composure. He arched into Angel's touch, moaned loudly and with great enthusiasm, and writhed on the bed at Angel's every movement.

Spurred on, Angel slid two more fingers in, bringing the count up to three. He pumped his hand in and out of Wes's ass, angling himself for Wes's pleasure.

He teased Wes with his mouth for a few moments longer, then deep throated him with ease. He gave a long, low growl at a vibrating register only a vampire could achieve.

Wesley shouted, and his hips jerked, hard. Angel could feel the orgasm about to hit as Wes' balls pulled up and his cock twitched in his mouth.

Angel pumped harder and increased his ministrations. He had no idea why this kind of thing didn't break the curse, but neither did he care.

Wesley was still shouting, entire body given up to his orgasm, to Angel. When he began to relax, he whispered, "Angel."

Angel slowed the pace of his fingers but did not remove them. He waited until Wes's body relaxed before gradually taking Wes out of his mouth. He placed a soft kiss on Wes's stomach. "Yeah?"

"Love you," Wes said sleepily. "Fuck me when I wake up."

Angel moved up - keeping his fingers in Wes still - to curl close to his lover's body. "Will. Promise."

Wesley embraced him, arms and legs both, pulling himself close and sighing.

[fin]