JossVerse fic - As High As You
Title: As High As You
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Wesley/Spike
W/C: ~1450
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike and Wesley continue to discover, and their friends continue to tolerate. Or mock. Depending.
A/N: Title ripped off from this song: http://youtu.be/J_TxPQKcG7w by Rufus Wainwright, who is awesome, and you should go to iTunes and download every song he’s ever recorded. I was asked for a sequel to Chanced To Look Back, so here it is.
Without knocking, Spike opened the door to Wesley’s office. Wes was jotting down notes on a legal pad while sitting at his desk engrossed in a large, dusty tome.
Looking up, there was no way for Wesley to stop the smile that had spread across his face. He’d woken alone that morning, as he knew would be the case. It wasn’t like Spike could stay at his place after the sun came up, he’d have to seek the shelter of his own dark sleeping area for obvious reasons. Knowing this did not, however, ease the little clench in his heart at realizing Spike was gone. A note was left by the kettle in the kitchen, though, in Spike’s sloped and old-fashioned writing.
I’ll see you later. Talk some more.
Concise, right to the point, perfectly Spike. Wesley let out a deep breath.
He’d spent the day trying to work but was constantly distracted by the memory of the previous evening, going from simple flirtation to sex in a matter of hours. He still wasn’t exactly sure how things had ended up moving so quickly, but he certainly didn’t regret it.
Probably.
If he was wrong about the feelings here, if Spike hadn’t been honest about wanting more, then there would most certainly be regret. The note by the kettle had made him feel a little better, but seeing Spike walk into his office like he belonged there definitely bolstered his confidence.
“Mind if I come in, Wesley?”
“Of course not, please, stay a while. Your note said you wanted to talk?”
“Yeah…yeah, I guess we probably need to, right? I mean, there we were giving each other looks for weeks, then all of a sudden you’re giving me the buggering of my life. So talking, uh, seems like what we ought to do now.” Spike’s discomfort was evident on his face and in his posture. Clearly, though he had lots of experience with sex, he didn’t have much when it came to discussing it.
Wesley couldn’t help himself, though, from catching on to the compliment. “Of your life? Come on, Spike, that’s got to be an exaggeration. Not that I don’t appreciate it, but your life has been much longer than mine, and I’m certain you must have had more satisfying sexual experiences.”
“Honestly, Wes, I haven’t. Well, maybe with Dru. You know how I loved her. But it’s different with you. You’re not just some guy I want to go to bed with. There’s something more here, I know you feel it too. If you’re not ready for this…whatever this is, all you have to do is say so. I’ll recover. I just need to know. And I need you to know. I never intended for last night to be a one-off. It’s not what I want.” He Spike paused then, and decided to just go ahead and come out with the rest of it. “You…I want you. Not just like that. I think we can make a go of this, you and me, but if you don’t want that, I need you to tell me now.”
Sitting in silence for just a few moments, Wesley considered his response. He knew what he wanted to say, but there was still a part of him that was afraid to say it. Hell, if Spike could get the hell over himself and admit his true feelings, though, Wes wasn’t going to shy away from it either.
“I will tell you, now, that I want to be with you. With you. Your feelings are completely reciprocated. And I don’t give a shit who knows about it, or the fact that it might be a bit of an adjustment for both of us. We can make this work, I think. So far we’ve both been nothing but honest with each other, and that’s really the key. If we just keep it up, make sure you and I are always open about what we’re feeling, I can’t see a single reason why we can’t be together.”
The relief on Spike’s face was evident immediately. “All right, then. I suppose we’ve got half an hour or so to fool around before we have to show up at that godforsaken staff meeting downstairs.”
***
And it was indeed exactly half an hour later that the two of them showed up in Angel’s office. Spike wouldn’t have minded being a little late, he’d always liked making an entrance. But he supposed that if he and Wes were going to try this thing out, he’d have to get used to Wesley’s insistence on being punctual. And his opinion that staff meetings were important. They were small sacrifices, in the grand scheme of things.
What neither of them realized was that their recent activity might as well have been a neon sign. Wes hadn’t bothered to look into a mirror before they went downstairs, and it wouldn’t have done Spike any good to try it, what with that no-reflection thing he had going on.
No one else in the room even tried to hide their mixed emotions upon Wesley and Spike’s arrival. Mussed hair, check. Swollen lips, check. Stubble-burn on Spike’s chin, check. Wesley’s tie completely askew, check.
Lorne smiled magnanimously. He didn’t regret the twenty he’d lost to Gunn the night before in the slightest.
Fred lowered her face to hide her furious blush. She didn’t want her boyfriend to catch on to the fact that the ideas floating through her head were arousing. She was unsuccessful in that endeavor.
Gunn didn’t mind, though. He’d been waiting for this for a good while now, wondering how long it would take before these two jokers would finally give in. Two good-looking males getting it on, all right, so maybe that would make a girl like Fred blush a little. Didn’t bother him. These guys were his friends, and he wanted them to be happy. If being together made them happy (and resulted in him winning the bet with Lorne), then so be it.
Angel…well, for his part, he wasn’t really sure what to make of it. The almost imperceptible bump of their shoulders as they entered the room, the way Spike and Wes selected chairs next to each other and then moved them closer together. And was that…oh, yeah, it was, a bruise, right there, just halfway visible on Wesley’s wrist below his shirtsleeve. The smell of arousal was obviously not clear to the humans in the room, but it was like a neon sign to Angel.
He said nothing about it, though, and just started the meeting, moving fluidly through the issues on the agenda. Taking notes, asking for suggestions regarding different issues they were dealing with, focusing on Wesley’s words when he spoke instead of his disheveled appearance.
Finally, their business was concluded and everyone started gathering their things to leave. Gunn was the first to speak.
“So, Fred and I are going for a drink. Angel said he’s not feeling much like going out, but I think Lorne is game.”
“Sure”, replied Lorne with a smile, “anyplace I can get something fruity with an umbrella straw.”
“Anyway, if you two wanted to join us”, Gunn continued, motioning toward Spike and Wesley, “we’d love to have you. Unless you want some more, uh, you know, alone time?” His smirk was at once endearing and infuriating.
“Don’t be an ass, Charlie”, was Spike’s immediate response. He looked to Wesley before answering, though. “Fancy a drink, Wes?”
Wesley grinned and happily accepted the invitation.
Angel closed his eyes and tried to focus his mind on things not related to Spike and Wes fucking. Or going on a double-date with Gunn and Fred. “I’m going upstairs to relax. You all have a fun time.” As the words came out of his mouth, he realized that they were sincere. These were his friends, what reason did he have to begrudge them their happiness just because he’d chosen to be alone?
Everyone filed out, Wesley and Spike hesitantly joining hands as they crossed the room.
For now, it looked like things were going to be all right. An evening socializing with co-workers, hopefully, Spike thought, followed by a night of mind-blowing sex. The look fixed on him by his brand-new lover only solidified his confidence. Wesley was thinking the same thing, Spike could just tell.
Nothing but their hands touching, and Spike was high on it. As high as Wes was. It was a good start, indeed.
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Wesley/Spike
W/C: ~1450
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike and Wesley continue to discover, and their friends continue to tolerate. Or mock. Depending.
A/N: Title ripped off from this song: http://youtu.be/J_TxPQKcG7w by Rufus Wainwright, who is awesome, and you should go to iTunes and download every song he’s ever recorded. I was asked for a sequel to Chanced To Look Back, so here it is.
Without knocking, Spike opened the door to Wesley’s office. Wes was jotting down notes on a legal pad while sitting at his desk engrossed in a large, dusty tome.
Looking up, there was no way for Wesley to stop the smile that had spread across his face. He’d woken alone that morning, as he knew would be the case. It wasn’t like Spike could stay at his place after the sun came up, he’d have to seek the shelter of his own dark sleeping area for obvious reasons. Knowing this did not, however, ease the little clench in his heart at realizing Spike was gone. A note was left by the kettle in the kitchen, though, in Spike’s sloped and old-fashioned writing.
I’ll see you later. Talk some more.
Concise, right to the point, perfectly Spike. Wesley let out a deep breath.
He’d spent the day trying to work but was constantly distracted by the memory of the previous evening, going from simple flirtation to sex in a matter of hours. He still wasn’t exactly sure how things had ended up moving so quickly, but he certainly didn’t regret it.
Probably.
If he was wrong about the feelings here, if Spike hadn’t been honest about wanting more, then there would most certainly be regret. The note by the kettle had made him feel a little better, but seeing Spike walk into his office like he belonged there definitely bolstered his confidence.
“Mind if I come in, Wesley?”
“Of course not, please, stay a while. Your note said you wanted to talk?”
“Yeah…yeah, I guess we probably need to, right? I mean, there we were giving each other looks for weeks, then all of a sudden you’re giving me the buggering of my life. So talking, uh, seems like what we ought to do now.” Spike’s discomfort was evident on his face and in his posture. Clearly, though he had lots of experience with sex, he didn’t have much when it came to discussing it.
Wesley couldn’t help himself, though, from catching on to the compliment. “Of your life? Come on, Spike, that’s got to be an exaggeration. Not that I don’t appreciate it, but your life has been much longer than mine, and I’m certain you must have had more satisfying sexual experiences.”
“Honestly, Wes, I haven’t. Well, maybe with Dru. You know how I loved her. But it’s different with you. You’re not just some guy I want to go to bed with. There’s something more here, I know you feel it too. If you’re not ready for this…whatever this is, all you have to do is say so. I’ll recover. I just need to know. And I need you to know. I never intended for last night to be a one-off. It’s not what I want.” He Spike paused then, and decided to just go ahead and come out with the rest of it. “You…I want you. Not just like that. I think we can make a go of this, you and me, but if you don’t want that, I need you to tell me now.”
Sitting in silence for just a few moments, Wesley considered his response. He knew what he wanted to say, but there was still a part of him that was afraid to say it. Hell, if Spike could get the hell over himself and admit his true feelings, though, Wes wasn’t going to shy away from it either.
“I will tell you, now, that I want to be with you. With you. Your feelings are completely reciprocated. And I don’t give a shit who knows about it, or the fact that it might be a bit of an adjustment for both of us. We can make this work, I think. So far we’ve both been nothing but honest with each other, and that’s really the key. If we just keep it up, make sure you and I are always open about what we’re feeling, I can’t see a single reason why we can’t be together.”
The relief on Spike’s face was evident immediately. “All right, then. I suppose we’ve got half an hour or so to fool around before we have to show up at that godforsaken staff meeting downstairs.”
***
And it was indeed exactly half an hour later that the two of them showed up in Angel’s office. Spike wouldn’t have minded being a little late, he’d always liked making an entrance. But he supposed that if he and Wes were going to try this thing out, he’d have to get used to Wesley’s insistence on being punctual. And his opinion that staff meetings were important. They were small sacrifices, in the grand scheme of things.
What neither of them realized was that their recent activity might as well have been a neon sign. Wes hadn’t bothered to look into a mirror before they went downstairs, and it wouldn’t have done Spike any good to try it, what with that no-reflection thing he had going on.
No one else in the room even tried to hide their mixed emotions upon Wesley and Spike’s arrival. Mussed hair, check. Swollen lips, check. Stubble-burn on Spike’s chin, check. Wesley’s tie completely askew, check.
Lorne smiled magnanimously. He didn’t regret the twenty he’d lost to Gunn the night before in the slightest.
Fred lowered her face to hide her furious blush. She didn’t want her boyfriend to catch on to the fact that the ideas floating through her head were arousing. She was unsuccessful in that endeavor.
Gunn didn’t mind, though. He’d been waiting for this for a good while now, wondering how long it would take before these two jokers would finally give in. Two good-looking males getting it on, all right, so maybe that would make a girl like Fred blush a little. Didn’t bother him. These guys were his friends, and he wanted them to be happy. If being together made them happy (and resulted in him winning the bet with Lorne), then so be it.
Angel…well, for his part, he wasn’t really sure what to make of it. The almost imperceptible bump of their shoulders as they entered the room, the way Spike and Wes selected chairs next to each other and then moved them closer together. And was that…oh, yeah, it was, a bruise, right there, just halfway visible on Wesley’s wrist below his shirtsleeve. The smell of arousal was obviously not clear to the humans in the room, but it was like a neon sign to Angel.
He said nothing about it, though, and just started the meeting, moving fluidly through the issues on the agenda. Taking notes, asking for suggestions regarding different issues they were dealing with, focusing on Wesley’s words when he spoke instead of his disheveled appearance.
Finally, their business was concluded and everyone started gathering their things to leave. Gunn was the first to speak.
“So, Fred and I are going for a drink. Angel said he’s not feeling much like going out, but I think Lorne is game.”
“Sure”, replied Lorne with a smile, “anyplace I can get something fruity with an umbrella straw.”
“Anyway, if you two wanted to join us”, Gunn continued, motioning toward Spike and Wesley, “we’d love to have you. Unless you want some more, uh, you know, alone time?” His smirk was at once endearing and infuriating.
“Don’t be an ass, Charlie”, was Spike’s immediate response. He looked to Wesley before answering, though. “Fancy a drink, Wes?”
Wesley grinned and happily accepted the invitation.
Angel closed his eyes and tried to focus his mind on things not related to Spike and Wes fucking. Or going on a double-date with Gunn and Fred. “I’m going upstairs to relax. You all have a fun time.” As the words came out of his mouth, he realized that they were sincere. These were his friends, what reason did he have to begrudge them their happiness just because he’d chosen to be alone?
Everyone filed out, Wesley and Spike hesitantly joining hands as they crossed the room.
For now, it looked like things were going to be all right. An evening socializing with co-workers, hopefully, Spike thought, followed by a night of mind-blowing sex. The look fixed on him by his brand-new lover only solidified his confidence. Wesley was thinking the same thing, Spike could just tell.
Nothing but their hands touching, and Spike was high on it. As high as Wes was. It was a good start, indeed.