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rockstarpeach - Fic: There's Always Tomorrow (Spik
Peach-
I hope you have the most marvelous and awesome birthday in the world. Thank you for being a great friend and beta and writer and for being around to chat on Yahoo whenever I get my little booty in there.
I also want to thank you for introducing me to the joys of Lindsey/Wesley and Spike/Wesley.
That being said...I hope you enjoy your present!
Title: There’s Always Tomorrow
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them all. I own nothing.
Pairing: Spike/Wesley
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; m/m, anal, adult language, sexual slurs, hand jobs, slight mindfuckery, underwear fetish, themes of D/s, sex toys, angst, dark/romance. In the end though, this is really just a straight PWP.
Word Count: 1193
A/N: Written forrockstarpeach’s birthday and beta’d by the ever lovely: ash_carpenter.
Spike sauntered into Wesley’s office, knowing exactly what the bloke expected of him. But that didn’t mean he was instantly gonna drop trou and crawl over on his hands and knees. That had never been his style in the first place.
“You called, Percy?”
Wesley looked up from the dusty, ancient looking tome on his desk and smirked. He always had a fondness for the days when Spike acted ignorant to their daily routine. It spiced things up a little bit.
“You’re late.”
Spike shrugged and nonchalantly moved closer to the desk. “What of it, mate?”
“Bit too early to be cocky today, Spike. I’m not in the mood for it,” Wesley replied, a hint of irritation in his voice.
“Sod off, Percy. You love my cock-y attitude.” He flashed a toothy grin and plopped down in one of the leather chairs in front of Wesley’s desk.
Wesley pursed his lips and his eyes darkened. He gritted his teeth and hissed, “Spike…under the desk. NOW!”
Spike looked smug and got up from the chair. Pushing the ex-Watcher’s buttons was too easy. “Aren’t you gonna kiss me first, lover? That’s the nice thing to do. Puts a boy in the mood.”
Wesley’s fingers curled around the fabric of Spike’s shirt and pulled the blond into a demanding kiss. It was hard and forceful, much like the ones he used to get from Angelus back in the day when the pouf was feeling frisky. It was the kind of kiss that made your brain feel like it was gonna burst out the back of your bloody skull. The kind that made your toes break in two because they were curling so hard. The kind of kiss that required a human man to spend more time than necessary trying to catch his breath after.
Wesley ripped his lips away from Spike’s mouth and pointed to the crawl space under the desk. Spike could smell the blood and adrenaline forming a smooth cocktail in Wesley’s veins and if he was still a fanged puppy, he’d be latching onto Wes’s neck and drinking that shit like it was ambrosia. Instead, his fingers nimbly worked the clasp and zipper on his jeans and he wiggled out of them, shaking his hips from side to side in a mockery of a stripper’s dance.
Wesley’s calloused hands circled his exposed cock and Spike grunted, rotating his hips as Wes stroked and pumped him. After a few short strokes, Wesley let go and Spike grudgingly dropped to his knees and positioned himself within the crawl space. His head rested against the center of the base board and his hands were braced against the corners.
Wesley’s fingers brushed against the curve of his ass and Spike arched his back and spread his thighs as far as they could go in the space.
Wesley unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, and spit into his palm. He rubbed the slick liquid into his skin and lined himself up with Spike’s puckered asshole, which already looked slightly stretched. Seemed like his boy had been doing some extracurricular work outside the office…
“Who else are you fucking, Spike?” Wesley grunted, pushing himself inside. The tip of his cock pushed against Spike’s prostate and the vampire beneath him spasmed and moaned.
“No one but you, mate. Less you count that big, black dildo you bought me as cheating. Don’t blame me for taking a few rounds with it before I got here.”
Wesley thrust into his lover again, this time missing the prostate and causing Spike to curse like a dirty sailor. Wesley was sure he heard a few choice words in Mandarin, French, and Russian as well.
Wesley’s fingers moved against the computer keyboard on his desk and he pulled up his favorite video. Two twinks licking and sucking over each other’s tight, brightly colored briefs. He loved seeing the boys make each other cum without ever removing the fabric. And at the end, he loved watched them fuck each other through the pre-ripped holes like they were too horny to even remove the scraps of cloth. It was too fucking hot for words.
Spike couldn’t help but notice the change in the pace and rhythm of Wes’s thrusts. Based on the sounds coming from the computer, Percy was ignoring him in favor of two pervy horndogs. Lucky for Percy…and everyone else in the damn office, Angel didn’t check the internet histories of his employees.
Spike grunted and pushed back against Wesley’s cock, trying to get stimulation on his prostate again.
“Not your fucking toy, Wes.”
Wesley smirked and didn’t say a word. As far as he was concerned, that was exactly what Spike was tonight. Since the vampire had chosen to ride the dildo first instead of the Rogue, it seemed appropriate for Wesley to afford him similar treatment. Spike’s hole was his to use and it was his turn to chase the pleasure. If Spike came from this, he really didn’t give a shit.
The video came to an end and he pressed the play button again. His thrusts increased, matching the eagerness of the boys on the screen. Spike gripped at the short threads of the carpet and his arm muscles clenched and tightened as he tried to avoid getting his head bashed into the base board.
“Fuck him,” Wes chanted, feeling his own balls tighten and draw upwards. “Fuck him harder, faster. Fuck...fuck…fuck!”
Spike felt Wesley’s spunk fill him to the brim and he allowed himself to collapse, even though he wasn’t exhausted and could easily do the whole thing over again in a short amount of time.
Wesley pushed pause on the video clip and glanced down at Spike, who looked like a properly debauched slut. “Don’t you dare get off before me again.”
“Fuck you,” Spike muttered.
Wesley backhanded him across the ass and Spike grunted. “Fine, I won’t bloody fuck a dick of plastic before I come see you.”
“Good…now get out. I have work to finish.”
Spike slowly moved out from under the desk and grabbed his trousers. “Sure, you’re not up for Round 2, lover boy? Love to bend you over that desk and take you round the world.”
Wesley shrugged and rolled his eyes. “I’ve got better things to do than spend the day fucking pretentious vampires.”
Spike clutched his heart and sighed. “And the award for most romantic bloke in the office goes too…”
Wesley shook his head and grabbed another book from the stack next to him. This happened every day. He knew Spike was challenging him to say those three little words that would make everything so fucking real between them but he couldn’t. He never could, probably never would. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to.
“Good night, Spike,” Wesley said, briskly.
Spike nodded and swept out the door. Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow he was gonna get Wes to tell him what he wanted to hear. Tomorrow, Wes was gonna tell him that this was more than a rough and tumble. Tomorrow, Wes was gonna admit that he loved him. And he had to admit, he couldn’t wait ‘til tomorrow.
I hope you have the most marvelous and awesome birthday in the world. Thank you for being a great friend and beta and writer and for being around to chat on Yahoo whenever I get my little booty in there.
I also want to thank you for introducing me to the joys of Lindsey/Wesley and Spike/Wesley.
That being said...I hope you enjoy your present!
Title: There’s Always Tomorrow
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them all. I own nothing.
Pairing: Spike/Wesley
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; m/m, anal, adult language, sexual slurs, hand jobs, slight mindfuckery, underwear fetish, themes of D/s, sex toys, angst, dark/romance. In the end though, this is really just a straight PWP.
Word Count: 1193
A/N: Written for
rockstarpeach’s birthday and beta’d by the ever lovely: ash_carpenter.Spike sauntered into Wesley’s office, knowing exactly what the bloke expected of him. But that didn’t mean he was instantly gonna drop trou and crawl over on his hands and knees. That had never been his style in the first place.
“You called, Percy?”
Wesley looked up from the dusty, ancient looking tome on his desk and smirked. He always had a fondness for the days when Spike acted ignorant to their daily routine. It spiced things up a little bit.
“You’re late.”
Spike shrugged and nonchalantly moved closer to the desk. “What of it, mate?”
“Bit too early to be cocky today, Spike. I’m not in the mood for it,” Wesley replied, a hint of irritation in his voice.
“Sod off, Percy. You love my cock-y attitude.” He flashed a toothy grin and plopped down in one of the leather chairs in front of Wesley’s desk.
Wesley pursed his lips and his eyes darkened. He gritted his teeth and hissed, “Spike…under the desk. NOW!”
Spike looked smug and got up from the chair. Pushing the ex-Watcher’s buttons was too easy. “Aren’t you gonna kiss me first, lover? That’s the nice thing to do. Puts a boy in the mood.”
Wesley’s fingers curled around the fabric of Spike’s shirt and pulled the blond into a demanding kiss. It was hard and forceful, much like the ones he used to get from Angelus back in the day when the pouf was feeling frisky. It was the kind of kiss that made your brain feel like it was gonna burst out the back of your bloody skull. The kind that made your toes break in two because they were curling so hard. The kind of kiss that required a human man to spend more time than necessary trying to catch his breath after.
Wesley ripped his lips away from Spike’s mouth and pointed to the crawl space under the desk. Spike could smell the blood and adrenaline forming a smooth cocktail in Wesley’s veins and if he was still a fanged puppy, he’d be latching onto Wes’s neck and drinking that shit like it was ambrosia. Instead, his fingers nimbly worked the clasp and zipper on his jeans and he wiggled out of them, shaking his hips from side to side in a mockery of a stripper’s dance.
Wesley’s calloused hands circled his exposed cock and Spike grunted, rotating his hips as Wes stroked and pumped him. After a few short strokes, Wesley let go and Spike grudgingly dropped to his knees and positioned himself within the crawl space. His head rested against the center of the base board and his hands were braced against the corners.
Wesley’s fingers brushed against the curve of his ass and Spike arched his back and spread his thighs as far as they could go in the space.
Wesley unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, and spit into his palm. He rubbed the slick liquid into his skin and lined himself up with Spike’s puckered asshole, which already looked slightly stretched. Seemed like his boy had been doing some extracurricular work outside the office…
“Who else are you fucking, Spike?” Wesley grunted, pushing himself inside. The tip of his cock pushed against Spike’s prostate and the vampire beneath him spasmed and moaned.
“No one but you, mate. Less you count that big, black dildo you bought me as cheating. Don’t blame me for taking a few rounds with it before I got here.”
Wesley thrust into his lover again, this time missing the prostate and causing Spike to curse like a dirty sailor. Wesley was sure he heard a few choice words in Mandarin, French, and Russian as well.
Wesley’s fingers moved against the computer keyboard on his desk and he pulled up his favorite video. Two twinks licking and sucking over each other’s tight, brightly colored briefs. He loved seeing the boys make each other cum without ever removing the fabric. And at the end, he loved watched them fuck each other through the pre-ripped holes like they were too horny to even remove the scraps of cloth. It was too fucking hot for words.
Spike couldn’t help but notice the change in the pace and rhythm of Wes’s thrusts. Based on the sounds coming from the computer, Percy was ignoring him in favor of two pervy horndogs. Lucky for Percy…and everyone else in the damn office, Angel didn’t check the internet histories of his employees.
Spike grunted and pushed back against Wesley’s cock, trying to get stimulation on his prostate again.
“Not your fucking toy, Wes.”
Wesley smirked and didn’t say a word. As far as he was concerned, that was exactly what Spike was tonight. Since the vampire had chosen to ride the dildo first instead of the Rogue, it seemed appropriate for Wesley to afford him similar treatment. Spike’s hole was his to use and it was his turn to chase the pleasure. If Spike came from this, he really didn’t give a shit.
The video came to an end and he pressed the play button again. His thrusts increased, matching the eagerness of the boys on the screen. Spike gripped at the short threads of the carpet and his arm muscles clenched and tightened as he tried to avoid getting his head bashed into the base board.
“Fuck him,” Wes chanted, feeling his own balls tighten and draw upwards. “Fuck him harder, faster. Fuck...fuck…fuck!”
Spike felt Wesley’s spunk fill him to the brim and he allowed himself to collapse, even though he wasn’t exhausted and could easily do the whole thing over again in a short amount of time.
Wesley pushed pause on the video clip and glanced down at Spike, who looked like a properly debauched slut. “Don’t you dare get off before me again.”
“Fuck you,” Spike muttered.
Wesley backhanded him across the ass and Spike grunted. “Fine, I won’t bloody fuck a dick of plastic before I come see you.”
“Good…now get out. I have work to finish.”
Spike slowly moved out from under the desk and grabbed his trousers. “Sure, you’re not up for Round 2, lover boy? Love to bend you over that desk and take you round the world.”
Wesley shrugged and rolled his eyes. “I’ve got better things to do than spend the day fucking pretentious vampires.”
Spike clutched his heart and sighed. “And the award for most romantic bloke in the office goes too…”
Wesley shook his head and grabbed another book from the stack next to him. This happened every day. He knew Spike was challenging him to say those three little words that would make everything so fucking real between them but he couldn’t. He never could, probably never would. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to.
“Good night, Spike,” Wesley said, briskly.
Spike nodded and swept out the door. Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow he was gonna get Wes to tell him what he wanted to hear. Tomorrow, Wes was gonna tell him that this was more than a rough and tumble. Tomorrow, Wes was gonna admit that he loved him. And he had to admit, he couldn’t wait ‘til tomorrow.
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Gabrielle
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*squishes*
Asshole!Wes is definitely fun
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I love the badass Wes, and I love it even more that he has a softer side, and he wants to love Spike. *sigh* He really should.
Beautiful balance between denial and vulnerability.
Oh, and... HOT!!!
Thank you sooooo much, honey!
Heh... and the Windsey and Spesley are so very much of the good :)
This was absolutely amazing.
*hugs and kisses*
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- I'm thrilled you liked the balance between denial and vulnerability. Our boys can be so much fun to tease sometimes
- Hot's always good :)
- You are more than welcome.
- *massive huggles*
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Yummy treat! Loved it!
xxx
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*huggles*