Fast Times at Sunnydale High

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Wesley shut off the car and turned to Lindsey, smiling hopefully.



“We’re here,” he said, and waited for Lindsey to get out of the car.



“The beach?” Lindsey asked. “I think it’s a little cool for a swim, Wes.”



“We’re not swimming, you moron,” Wesley said, rolling his eyes. “We’re just... oh, shut up and get out of the car.”



“You know,” Lindsey said, suppressing a grin. “You’ve really gotta work on your dating skills. Calling someone names and ordering them around isn’t likely to get you lucky.”



“Ordinarily I’d agree with you,” Wesley said, leaning forward to give Lindsey a quick kiss before reaching for his own door handle. “But you’re my date, Lindsey, and just about any way I behave with you is likely to get me lucky.”



“Fucker,” Lindsey muttered fondly, shaking his head, and followed Wesley out of the car.



The beach was deserted, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. It was 20 miles out of town, in a place that wasn’t very frequented at the best of times, and it was after dark in December, so the chances that too many people would be wanting to take a dip at present were pretty slim.



Lindsey watched as Wesley opened up the trunk and took out a large throw blanket and one of those old fashioned wicker picnic baskets. Wesley shook the blanket out and laid it on the sand not too far from the water, and placed the basket on top, then looked at Lindsey expectantly, and Lindsey walked over to him, smiling.



“A picnic?”



“Yes,” Wesley answered, glancing down shyly, in case he’d done something wrong. “A picnic. There’s a meteor shower tonight, and I thought this far from the city we should have a decent view, and I thought it might be nice, and I brought wine, and cheese and crackers, and snack packs, because I know you like snack packs, even though I think they’re horrid, and I hope this is alright.”



“Wes, breathe,” Lindsey told him, stepping closer and taking Wes in his arms. He wrapped one arm around his back and the other around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together, and whispered in his ear. “It’s perfect.”



Darla had been very much a queen, wanting to be waited on, and Fred had been so sweet and quiet and willing to let Lindsey take the lead, and he’d never had anyone actually take him out before, and it was nice. He liked the idea that Wesley had been thinking of him, had planned this out, had wanted to impress him. And despite what he’d jokingly told Wesley a couple of minutes ago, Wes was damn close to getting lucky.



“Sit,” Wesley suggested, and did so himself, opening up the bottle of wine and pouring each of them a glass, before opening up the container with the crackers and cheese, and carefully arranging two snack packs on the blanket, next to one spoon. “Wine?” he offered, and Lindsey took the cup from him, taking a sip and leaning back. He preferred beer, but this was nice.



They talked, laughed, sat close together, traded mostly innocent touches, and after three glasses of wine for Lindsey, and one glass of wine, and a bottle of water for Wesley, because he was driving, they found themselves lying down on the blanket, body parts sinking into the soft sand comfortably, and the later it got, the more meteors they were able to see. It was beautiful.



“Would you believe I’ve never actually seen one of these before?” Lindsey asked, eyes tracking bits of light across the sky. “I mean, I’ve seen shooting stars and shit, but it’s never occurred to me to find out when they’re comin’ and go out just to look at them.”



He’d been out with his momma a few times, back in Texas, and she’d pointed stuff out, taught him a little, but his friends here in California didn’t really make a habit out of watching the sky, and since he’d moved here, he’d lost any interest he might have had. It was nice, though. Being here with Wes, relaxing and drinking cheap wine and eating chocolate pudding.



“Pretty, isn’t it?” Wesley asked, and rolled over on his side, closer to Lindsey, so that he could nuzzle the crook of his neck and let his right hand wander across Lindsey’s body.



“Mmmm,” Lindsey agreed, and took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pushed his hips up so that Wesley’s light touch became harder, more prominent on his growing erection. “And the stars aren’t bad either.”



Wesley chuckled, low and deep, mumbling “lame”, and climbed over Lindsey. He settled himself between Lindsey’s legs and ground his pelvis against his boyfriend’s, eyelids fluttering in pleasure as he felt the hard column of Lindsey’s cock rub against his own, and covered Lindsey’s mouth in an intense kiss.



“It’s workin’ isn’t it?” Lindsey grinned, and wrapped his arms around Wesley pushing his groin up to meet Wesley’s, the contact sending shivers up his spine. He tossed his head back, breaking the kiss, and gasped. Shit. He hadn’t gotten the chance to finish jerking off earlier, and the low-lying lust hadn’t ever gone away, and now Wesley on top of him, grinding against him, pulling his hair and tilting his head to the side and licking, slowly and carefully along his neck, and...



“Shit! Wes, you gotta stop,” he panted, and shook his head, tying to blink himself back to normal.



Wesley pouted, adorably, but didn’t stop moving, and licked across Lindsey’s bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and pulling, just a bit. “How come?” he asked, when he let go, and thrust against Lindsey even harder.



Lindsey almost convulsed and tried to pull back from Wesley’s touch, but he had nowhere to go, trapped between his lover and the sand. “Because I’m already way too worked up, and I’m gonna shoot all over my fucking pants if you keep... fuck! If you keep doing that.”



Wesley only made the motions of his hips more pronounced, pushed his own denim-covered erection more surely against Lindsey’s, drew the gliding pushes out longer, and leaned down to place his mouth over Lindsey’s ear. “Maybe that’s what I want, Lindsey,” he said, nearly breathless himself, because right now, this, was for Lindsey’s benefit, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t getting off on it almost as much.



“Maybe I want you to lose so much control, to find me so irresistible, that you can’t help but give in, to the pleasure, to me, to the thrill of knowing that someone could walk by at any moment and see us like this, and you won’t care about anything but finding your release.”



“Shit, Wes...” Lindsey said, wrapping his arms harder around Wesley and pulling him closer, so that there wasn’t a millimetre separating them, anywhere, the only barrier created by their clothing, but Wes seemed to be getting off on that, and Lindsey couldn’t argue that he wasn’t, too. “Fuck...”



A few more upward thrusts, a few more carefully timed downward ones from Wesley, and Lindsey was shouting out his climax, trying to muffle the sound inside Wesley’s mouth, and letting the last bits of cum dribble out on a few random jerks of his hips as Wesley’s tongue swept across his teeth.



His body went limp and his arms dropped to his sides, and he thought the only way that could have possibly been better was if they’d been naked, and Wes was doing all that pushing and thrusting inside him.



As if reading his mind, Wesley finished up the kiss, smiling and sighing and letting his nose drift across Lindsey’s cheek, and told him, “I took you out on a date Lindsey. I think it’s time you put out, don’t you?”



“God yes!” Lindsey vehemently agreed, and kissed Wesley one more time, hard a fast, before pushing him off, and doing his best to stand, not bothered in the least by the rapidly cooling wet patch on the front of his pants. “Take me home.”



***



Wesley barely managed the drive back to Lindsey’s house without shooting his own load, no thanks to Lindsey’s not so subtle attempts to make him lose control. As soon as they’d gotten into the car, Lindsey’s hand shot straight for Wesley’s lap, and didn’t let up in its kneading and caressing and shameless pumping until they pulled into Lindsey’s driveway, and Wesley actually smacked him on the arm, and told him to cut it out.



The two of them barely made it upstairs to Lindsey’s bedroom, saying a brief hello, as they entered the house, to Lindsey’s stepmom, and a few of her friends, who appeared to be... having a séance? What the hell?... before they stripped each other out of their clothing, taking the time to kiss and lick and pinch and grab each bit of flesh that was bared to them.



They stood, on Lindsey’s bedroom floor, next to his bed, arms around each other, roaming and exploring, as they kissed, and struggled for breath, and Lindsey fought not to give in first and tackle Wesley to the bed, begging to get fucked. He was going to play it cool, let Wesley set the pace and act like he was fine with it and not burning to be taken, to see the look on Wesley’s face, to hear his cries of ecstasy when Wes was finally inside him.



But he wasn’t going to beg. At least, not yet.



Wesley’s hands seemed to get harder, suddenly, more commanding, holding Lindsey still, stopping his hips from pushing forward and nudging his renewed erection against Wes’s, and he pulled his mouth back from Lindsey’s collar bone, a wet slurping sound filling the room, and he lifted his head, tilted it up and whispered in Lindsey’s ear, before biting the lobe, sharply.



“Lindsey?”



Lindsey jerked forward and clenched his teeth, hoping he didn’t make a fool of himself and shoot his load again so soon. What the hell was wrong with him? It wasn’t as if he’d never gotten laid before. Shit, he’d been with Wes three times already, and they’d all been phenomenal, but he’d never felt this on edge. He guessed it was probably due to the relatively new sensation of knowing he was going to get fucked, and he was excited and nervous and couldn’t wait to get the fuck on with it.



“Yeah?”



“On your knees,” Wesley ordered, voice husky and lustful, and Lindsey couldn’t help but obey.



He collapsed to the floor in front of Wesley, legs giving out on him under the force of Wesley’s look, and he stared up, waiting to be told what to do next, and wanting to smack himself in the face for not being able to figure it out on his own.



“Are you nervous?” Wesley asked, smiling and reaching down to cup Lindsey’s face in one hand.



“Shut up,” Lindsey told him, face turning sour and trying to hide the fact that he was, a little. He didn’t pull away from Wesley’s touch though, and that gave both of them confidence. “It’s not like I’ve never had sex before.”



“True,” Wesley agreed, and let his thumb rub over Lindsey’s jaw, messaging gently as his other hand grabbed his own cock, pumping slowly. “But you’ve never had a dick inside you Lindsey, as far as I know. Anywhere. And you’re about to.”



“Yeah, and it’s about fuckin’ time, baby,” Lindsey said, posturing, and yet still so sweet and imploring that Wesley fell for him all over again. He was having a bit of a hard time, even after everything they’d been through, believing that someone as smart, and hot, and popular and kind and honest and just amazing as Lindsey was, would be interested in someone like him, would want someone like him.



And seeing Lindsey, on his knees, confirming exactly what he did want gave Wesley a rush of power that he wouldn’t have expected to feel with Lindsey, one that he’d rarely felt before with anyone, and he knew it was right, and it made sense, because Lindsey had that same power over him. And he was going to enjoy it.



“You want it, don’t you?” Wesley teasingly asked, pushing forward just a little and letting the wet head of his cock brush against the side of Lindsey’s jaw. “To taste me? To open your mouth and swallow me down? To make me feel as absolutely wonderful as I make you feel when I suck your dick?”



“Fuck, yes!” Lindsey moaned and the next thing he knew his mouth was stuffed full of cock, and it had happened so fast that he hadn’t even really tasted it. He was about to complain, about the lack of taste, and the vague chocking feeling he was experiencing, and he would have panicked if he didn’t trust Wesley so much, but then Wes pulled back, slowly, cock sliding over Lindsey’s tongue, smearing tangy pre-cum on his taste-buds as it moved.



Wesley had been gripping his hair tightly, during that initial thrust, but he relaxed his grasp, let his fingers slide down and over his neck and set up an easy rhythm, fucking Lindsey’s mouth soft and slow, head of his prick pushing just slightly against the back of Lindsey’s throat at the peak of each movement.



He was taking his time, wasn’t being rough or demanding, allowing Lindsey to participate as much or as little as he wanted, and Lindsey appreciated that. He wanted to participate, fuck, did he ever, but he’d never done this before and he was glad that Wesley wasn’t trying to do too much, to take too much, too fast.



He’d touched Wes’s dick before, a few times, while he’d been fucking him, or while they jerked each other off in the basement, and more than a few times he’d not so subtly rubbed him through his pants, in the car, or the hallway at school or sitting at the kitchen table. So he knew damn well by now what Wes liked, just how to touch him to make those adorable little wrinkles appear on his forehead when he was trying not to shout out his pleasure, and he knew how to take those touches a step further, so that Wesley couldn’t hold back his cries anymore, couldn’t control his body, was putty in Lindsey’s hands. And Lindsey loved it.



And it wasn’t like he’d never gotten head before, and he knew what he liked, and he knew what he wanted to do to Wes, and the feeling, the taste, the smell of dick, and Wes, the heady knowledge that even though he was the one on his knees he was very much in control of Wesley’s pleasure, drove up his own lust to the point that he wasn’t able to stay still for long.



He started to open his mouth wider when Wes pushed forward, tightened his lips when he pulled back, swirling his tongue around the slippery tip when Wes was almost all the way out, and he was pretty damn proud of himself when Wesley faltered and jerked and swore.



Pretty soon Lindsey was holding Wesley’s hips still, preventing him from moving at all while he sucked, as hard as he could, and swallowed around Wesley’s hardness, and licked, strong, purposeful swipes along the prominent vein on the underside, and playful, tickling patterns over the tip, and neither of them was really sure how Lindsey had managed to take control of the situation so quickly, to turn things around, but neither of them was complaining, either.



Wesley tossed his head back and closed his eyes, neck turning to jelly in the face of the intensity of Lindsey’s surprising talent. He should have expected his boyfriend to pick this up quickly, to dive in, head first, and show off just how very good he was, because that’s what he did with everything, and from what he’d heard around school, Darla seemed to think that sex was no exception to that, and Wesley had first-hand knowledge confirming those rumours.



And this was... fuck, yeah.... this was great. Better than great, Lindsey’s hot, wet mouth surrounding him, swallowing him down, worshiping him, Lindsey, on his knees, looking up at him through hooded lashes, smirking almost imperceptibly, trying to play the supplicant but not quite pulling it off, and Wesley was fast losing the battle with his body for control. A small snicker escaped him when he thought that Lindsey no doubt wanted it that way.



And he had no problem giving him what he wanted. He snapped his eyes open, looking down at Lindsey, managed a deep, stuttering breath before his hands clenched down tightly on Lindsey’s shoulders, and he began to move, quickly, and powerfully, and unable to hold back, just like he knew Lindsey wanted, and damn, did Lindsey ever look fantastic, and fuck, he’d just about never felt anything so amazing, and...



“Shit! Lindsey!” he cried, fingernails digging painfully into the soft flesh of Lindsey’s shoulders. “Fuck, just like that! Open wider... Yes!” And just before he lost it, he grabbed Lindsey’s head hard, between his hands, and yanked him back, pulling free of his mouth, and grabbed himself, fingers wrapped around his spurting dick and aiming thick, milky strands of ejaculate across Lindsey’s cheek, and jaw, and lips.



He tried to catch his breath, tried not to pass out on the spot from just how utterly phenomenal he was feeling, because he still had a little something he wanted to give to Lindsey, and with the way Lindsey was looking, feeling, sounding, Wesley didn’t think it would really be a problem to get himself right back into the game.



He couldn’t stand anymore though, legs giving out under him, and he sunk down in front of Lindsey, one arm around his back, fingers splayed over his bare ass, and the other behind his head, tickling the short hairs at the base of his neck before cupping his skull, and yanking him forward.



Fuck, he looked amazing like that, eyes half closed and mouth open and willing to be pushed or pulled any way Wesley wanted, with Wesley’s spend dripping down the side of his face.



Lindsey let himself be pulled, went willingly and didn’t complain, didn’t even twitch, when Wesley swooped toward him and darted his tongue out, sticking it to Lindsey’s chin and carefully, slowly, licking across and up, collecting the remnants of his own orgasm on his tongue.



Lindsey panted and unconsciously pushed his entire body forward and when Wesley pulled back, he groaned, feeling empty, lost. He didn’t feel that way for long though, as Wesley looked at him, eyes blazing with lust and something that looked suspiciously like love, and even though Lindsey might have been starting to feel the same way, it scared him.



Wesley ducked forward then, and chased Lindsey’s lips with his own, teasing them gently until they opened, and then delving his tongue inside, unrolling it and depositing his seed onto Lindsey’s tongue.



Lindsey hesitated at first, not sure what to do with it, because he’d never even tasted his own cum before, let alone some other guys, but as Wesley’s tongue began to move, to coax his own, he began to relax, and breathe and move and he remembered that he’d been wanting to taste Wesley for a very long time now, and he did.



He sucked in the flavour, the liquid flowing over his tongue, across his mouth, his teeth, and he savoured it. He’d always thought the idea of liking the taste of someone’s jizz was kind of gross, but damn did he ever know better now. And when Wesley licked up the rest of the mess he’d made on his face and pushed it back into his mouth, Lidsey accepted it eagerly, swallowing every last drop he could and chasing the flavour with Wesley’s tongue.



Damn. He’d figured, after their first time together, that Wesley wasn’t as straight-laced as most people thought, but the more they were together the more he was learning how very true that was. He could be cocky, commanding, and a little bit freaky, if he was with someone he trusted enough to be himself around, and Lindsey was loving it.



“Shit, baby,” Lindsey said, breathing heavy and kissing Wesley relentlessly, desperate for more of the intense taste. “I could do that all fuckin’ night, but there’s a little somethin’ I want more, just now.”



“I’m glad to hear that, Lindsey,” Wesley said, voice impressively even. “But I wouldn’t care if you wanted it or not, I’d give it to you regardless.” It wasn’t true, they both knew that, but Wesley was almost past the point of control, and he really, really wanted to fuck Lindsey, and he was beyond pleased that Lindsey wanted it too.



“Yeah,” Lindsey snorted, reaching his hand forward and grabbing Wesley’s flaccid dick. “I can see you’re just rarin’ to go.”



“Have you seen yourself?” Wesley asked, pushing his soft penis further into Lindsey’s hand. He pushed and pulled a couple of times and he shivered and jerked and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt himself begin to harden again, already. “I could have a bloody marathon session with Orlando Bloom, and I’d still be just as ready after a minute near you. Fuck, Lindsey, what you do to me…”



“Baby, I’m more concerned about what you’re gonna be doin’ to me, and I’m even more concerned that you might not be able to,” he said, smirking at Wesley’s still-not-quite-hard cock, and laughing when he squealed and jumped back.



“You want to get fucked, Lindsey?” Wesley asked, his breathing returning to normal. He didn’t wait for an answer, didn’t need one, and he stood up, taking Lindsey with him with two strong hands on his elbows, and tossed him to the bed, following shortly after. “That’s really not going to be a problem.”



He climbed on top of Lindsey, nestling one of his legs between his lover’s, thigh pressing up against his balls, and began to rub himself against Lindsey’s hip, breath coming out in tiny gasps as his oversensitive cock filled again. Lindsey moaned and wriggled against Wesley and pulled him down pressing their lips together fiercely.



Lindsey was ready. He was so ready. He was way past ready, and he thought that he was going to kill Wesley if he didn’t get to the good part soon, not that it wasn’t all good. But a few minutes of intense grinding and powerful kissing later, and Wesley pulled back enough to gently roll him over onto his front and rubbed a hand over his ass, Lindsey was scared.



He wasn’t having doubts, he knew he wanted this, and he couldn’t even imagine what he would be scared of, because it wasn’t the fact that he was turning gay – he’d gotten past that, or thought he had – and he didn’t think it was the idea that it would hurt, because he knew Wesley would go slow, make it good for him.



Maybe it was the idea of giving up control? Then again, he hadn’t ever had much of that with Darla and it had never bothered him. He had a thing for being dominated on occasion, not that he’d indulged in it much, but Darla had been more than willing to help him out, and so far Wesley hadn’t really had a problem taking the lead in their relationship when he knew it was what Lindsey needed.



But the fear didn’t last long before turning into nervous excitement, and he happily lifted his hips a little, kneeling, and balancing on his forearms when Wes prompted him to do so.



Looking at Lindsey, naked, on the bed, bent over at the waist and just waiting to take Wesley in, was a sight that Wesley, in all his days, would never forget. The boy was… amazing. Gorgeous and built and terrific in bed, smart and funny and kind, if a bit of a smartass. He was… Lindsey. And Wesley loved him. And even now that they were a couple, that they’d already had sex, that Lindsey looked at him and smiled and the world stopped existing but for the two of them when Lindsey kissed him like he loved him back, Wesley almost couldn’t believe that this was about to happen.



It was a damn good thing he already came all over Lindsey’s face because if he hadn’t spent so recently he’d been doing it now, before he was even inside him. He wrapped his fingers around his pulsing erection, squeezing hard and taking a deep breath, reminding himself to go slowly, no matter how excited he was, because this was Lindsey’s first time and the last thing he’d ever want to do was hurt him.



“You waiting for a written invitation?” Lindsey asked shakily, after several long seconds of stillness and silence. He needed Wesley to touch him, to take him, to make him feel good and warm and safe, and all this nothing was seriously taking away from the excitement and upping the nerves. “Don’t make me beg, baby.”



A bolt of lust shot straight through Wesley’s cock at the words, and he thought seriously of making him do just that. It had sounded so pretty the last time Lindsey had begged him, and even though he’d done it grudgingly, Wesley suspected he’d rather enjoyed it, too. But there would be plenty of time to indulge in that sort of thing later. This time Wesley just wanted to make love to Lindsey, slowly and sweetly and without any games.



He moved forward slightly, draping his body over Lindsey’s, hands rubbing along Lindsey’s sides, arms, chest, stopping to pay particular attention to Lindsey’s nipples, chuckling and nipping Lindsey’s earlobe when Lindsey swore and jerked back, nudging Wesley’s cock between his ass cheeks.



“Relax sweetheart,” Wesley whispered, wiggling his pelvis a little bit, and sliding his hard-on along Lindsey’s crack. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He moved one hand down to Lindsey’s dick, stroking it a few times, languidly.



“Not unless I ask you nicely, huh?” Lindsey rasped out with a snort. “I know you won’t, Wes.”



Wesley traced a random pattern on the back of Lindsey’s neck with his tongue, and flicked his thumb over the head of Lindsey’s penis before he knelt up straight, turning to pick up a condom and a tube of lubricant from the table next to the bed. Wesley had known they were there, had brought them and put them there the first time they’d had sex in Lindsey’s room.



He quickly tore the foil wrapper and slid the condom down over himself before squirting out some of the lubricant onto the fingers of his right hand. With his left hand he reached forward and palmed Lindsey’s rounded flesh, gently squeezing, letting him know that he was about to start.



“Lindsey, darling,” he said, and gulped, right hand almost shaking as it moved closer to its goal. “I want you so fucking bad I think I might be crazy with it.”



Lindsey felt Wesley’s fingers, cool and slippery and sure, move softly over his pucker, and he sucked in a sharp breath when one dipped inside, up to the first knuckle, then the second, and began to move, circling, stretching him. Wesley had done this to him before, but he hadn’t been expecting it, there hadn’t been this kind of anticipation, and it hadn’t gone any further.



It had been nice, he remembered, and when Wesley’s left hand moved from his ass, up his back and between his shoulders, pressing him down, and slid a second finger in to join the first, both nudging that little spot that made him want to pull away and press into it and shoot his load all over his sheets, he remembered that it had been really nice.



Oh, shit, nice didn’t even close to cover it, and by the time Wesley had three fingers inside him, what felt like an hour later, and might have been, all pushing and wiggling and pumping, he was about ready to do some of that begging he’d asked Wes not to make him do. Sure it had hurt, at first, still kind of did, but Wesley had really been taking his time, and the pleasure was tipping the scale.



“Wes,” he panted, pushing back onto Wesley’s fingers and rubbing the tip of his cock against his sheets, trying to get some friction. He needed Wesley inside him, he needed to come, and soon. “I’m ready babe. Shit. I need you.”



That had been what Wesley was waiting for. He immediately withdrew his hand and gripped Lindsey’s hip with the dry one, holding him still, while he guided himself inside with the other.



He went slowly, torturing both of them, he was fairly certain, and he didn’t really think Lindsey needed it to be quite this gentle after the good fingering he’d just received, but better safe than sorry, Wesley usually thought.



It hurt a little, but it was nowhere near as bad as Lindsey had feared it would be, and he was glad that Wesley had bothered to prepare him so well. And then, it was soooo good.



Once he was inside, once they were both moving, Wesley thrusting forward and Lindsey slamming his hips back, once they there both trying to get Wesley in harder and faster and deeper, and they were moaning and shouting and Wesley was hammering Lindsey’s sweet spot with every other stroke and desperately stripping Lindsey’s cock, it didn’t last long.



Wesley finished with a silent cry, filling the condom inside Lindsey, and Lindsey followed shortly after, swearing at how good it felt and how much it burned, and telling Wesley how fuckin’ much he loved getting fucked, and making a mess of his sheets, and Wesley’s hand.



Wesley rolled over and pulled Lindsey with him so they were lying side by side, on their backs, sated and happy, but when Lindsey moved to kiss him, Wesley grinned and shook his head. Lindsey frowned for a moment, until Wesley lifted up his hand, the one he’d been using to jerk Lindsey off, and brought it to his mouth, looking at Lindsey with mischievous eyes and very slowly, very seductively, licked up every last drop of Lindsey’s essence from his fingers.



“Shit…” Lindsey said, mesmerised, and he willingly opened his mouth when Wesley pulled him close, running his tongue over Lindsey’s lips, teeth, tongue and allowing Lindsey to share the flavour with him.



“You taste amazing,” Wesley told him when they’d finished.



Lindsey swallowed and stared at Wesley’s mouth for a few seconds longer, unable to believe that this was the same boy he’d thought was such a tight-assed little nerd only a few months ago. He chuckled and fell back onto his pillow, rubbing a hand over his face.



“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled. “Where the hell did you learn shit like that? And if you say ‘Andrew’ I’m gonna throw up.”



Wesley laughed and dropped a sweet kiss on Lindsey’s nose before taking off his used condom and tossing it in the bin next to the bed. “I’ll just keep my mouth shut then, will I?” He put his head down next to Lindsey’s and curled around him, resting his chin on Lindsey’s shoulder, arm around his waist and leg draped over his legs. “Was that… alright?” he asked, sounding small and unsure. He thought it had been. Hell, he thought it had been earth-shatteringly fantastic, but he knew he hadn’t lasted as long as he would have liked, and he hoped that Lindsey had enjoyed it, too.



Lindsey turned and kissed Wesley on the forehead and held the side of his head in his hand, thumb gently caressing Wesley’s temple, and fingers carding through his short hair. “More than,” he said, and thinking seriously that he’d never felt quite this happy. He didn’t know how it happened, but somehow over the course of the fall semester, one of the biggest nerds in school had managed to win his heart.



“Can you stay here? For the night?” he asked, feeling stupid about it, because they’d already had sex, and he was pretty much asking Wesley to cuddle him, sleep beside him, wake up next to him in the morning, and sure, he was gay now, but when exactly had he turned into a chick?



“Of course,” Wesley answered with a smile and they were quiet, trading soft touches and sleepy kisses until exhaustion took over, pulling them into happy unconsciousness.