Merry Christmas she_and_i_were!
for she_and_i_were
who wanted: Wesley/Oz/Lindsey, season 5.
Katzchen, I love you to death simply because you got me to write this. That and you're my rpg partner in crime. There is not a pairing we can not create when we're playing them!
Oz always found himself in the most interesting situations. For example, he once had to run from an entire wolf pack in Germany because he had stupidly sniffed the pack alpha's ass. Oz tried to not think about that one, to be honest.
Nonetheless, when Oz felt the strange guy standing next to him touch his lower back, Oz felt as though he were entering some kind of alternate universe. Seeing how he was from Sunnydale, things got even more bizarre from there. After the guy standing next to him moved his obvious attempt at groping to actually flirting with him, Wesley suddenly appeared to defend his honor. Hell, Oz hadn't even realized it needed defending, but Wesley was dressed in a black turtle neck and looked like a British version of the Marlboro Man, so Oz wasn't really minding too much.
How that led to all three of them stumbling into Oz's hotel room, trying to rip the clothes off of one another was a bit confusing, but Oz figured that was due to all of the alcohol they had consumed in their attempt to prove to the other how their life sucked more. Oz never would figure out who won.
"So this is why Angel kept you around," Lindsey McDonald commented when Wesley's clothes had been removed. Oz watched as the two gave each other annoyed, possibly threatening looks. It was obvious they had some kind of history.
"Guys," Oz calmly interrupted. They turned to look at him. "Bed."
"A very good suggestion." Wesley nodded.
"I've got to agree," Lindsey said.
They managed to get completely undressed on the way to the king sized bed. Oz maneuvered himself between Lindsey and Wesley. This wasn't because he wanted all of the attention, but more so the two wouldn't find themselves side by side and try to back out of this. Oz hadn't had sex in a while, so he wasn't about to give them a chance to run off.
There was a moment of confusion as legs got tangled and Wesley fell off the bed. Lindsey started laughing. "Nice going, Wes."
"Shut up," Wesley growled right before tackling the man to the bed. Oz watched as they began wrestling. Smiling to himself, he dug around in the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lubricant and some condoms. Ah, yes, the sex faeries had come to the rescue.
"Hey, guys," Oz interrupted once more. The two looked over at him and he waved the tube in the air as though it were a prize the two had to compete for.
Wesley climbed off of Lindsey and crawled toward Oz, an intense look in his eyes. Oz shivered as Wesley slid up his body, their eyes locking. Wesley gently took the tube from Oz's grip before bending down to kiss Oz lightly on the lips.
"Damn," Lindsey whispered off to the side. Oz opened one eye just as he parted his lips to allow in Wesley's tongue. Lindsey was staring. Inwardly, Oz smiled.
This was going to be fun.
End Notes: I know, I know! No actual sex. It's either this or not get it at all. Sorry, love.
who wanted: Wesley/Oz/Lindsey, season 5.
Katzchen, I love you to death simply because you got me to write this. That and you're my rpg partner in crime. There is not a pairing we can not create when we're playing them!
Oz always found himself in the most interesting situations. For example, he once had to run from an entire wolf pack in Germany because he had stupidly sniffed the pack alpha's ass. Oz tried to not think about that one, to be honest.
Nonetheless, when Oz felt the strange guy standing next to him touch his lower back, Oz felt as though he were entering some kind of alternate universe. Seeing how he was from Sunnydale, things got even more bizarre from there. After the guy standing next to him moved his obvious attempt at groping to actually flirting with him, Wesley suddenly appeared to defend his honor. Hell, Oz hadn't even realized it needed defending, but Wesley was dressed in a black turtle neck and looked like a British version of the Marlboro Man, so Oz wasn't really minding too much.
How that led to all three of them stumbling into Oz's hotel room, trying to rip the clothes off of one another was a bit confusing, but Oz figured that was due to all of the alcohol they had consumed in their attempt to prove to the other how their life sucked more. Oz never would figure out who won.
"So this is why Angel kept you around," Lindsey McDonald commented when Wesley's clothes had been removed. Oz watched as the two gave each other annoyed, possibly threatening looks. It was obvious they had some kind of history.
"Guys," Oz calmly interrupted. They turned to look at him. "Bed."
"A very good suggestion." Wesley nodded.
"I've got to agree," Lindsey said.
They managed to get completely undressed on the way to the king sized bed. Oz maneuvered himself between Lindsey and Wesley. This wasn't because he wanted all of the attention, but more so the two wouldn't find themselves side by side and try to back out of this. Oz hadn't had sex in a while, so he wasn't about to give them a chance to run off.
There was a moment of confusion as legs got tangled and Wesley fell off the bed. Lindsey started laughing. "Nice going, Wes."
"Shut up," Wesley growled right before tackling the man to the bed. Oz watched as they began wrestling. Smiling to himself, he dug around in the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lubricant and some condoms. Ah, yes, the sex faeries had come to the rescue.
"Hey, guys," Oz interrupted once more. The two looked over at him and he waved the tube in the air as though it were a prize the two had to compete for.
Wesley climbed off of Lindsey and crawled toward Oz, an intense look in his eyes. Oz shivered as Wesley slid up his body, their eyes locking. Wesley gently took the tube from Oz's grip before bending down to kiss Oz lightly on the lips.
"Damn," Lindsey whispered off to the side. Oz opened one eye just as he parted his lips to allow in Wesley's tongue. Lindsey was staring. Inwardly, Oz smiled.
This was going to be fun.
End Notes: I know, I know! No actual sex. It's either this or not get it at all. Sorry, love.