Helping Hand

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“Take me home, Wes,” the blond pleaded. “Take me home, and let me have you.”







Wesley didn’t answer with words, but he did pull the other boy tight against him with an arm he managed to break free, and smashed their mouths together. He worked his hand up Spike’s back, over his shoulders and to his neck, and gripped, tight, pulling the blond toward him with considerable force.







Wesley stuck his tongue out to lick over Spike’s lips, and Spike wasted no time opening his own mouth to let Wesley have his way. And his way was simple, and direct. His way was shoving his tongue straight into Spike’s mouth, lapping over the one trying to push out, swiping the teeth and gums and soft pallet, and not for a second letting his lips leave Spike’s.







Spike didn’t mind one bit, returned all of Wesley’s advances, biting his tongue gently with his front teeth and covering Wesley’s whole body with his own against the wall. He ground his hips against the other boy, hard and relentless, letting Wesley feel the hardness in his pants, and broke the kiss, panting, when he felt Wesley’s erection push back up against his with equal force.







He moved his oral assault to Wesley’s neck then, and worked one hand between their bodies to play the tips of his fingers under the waistband of Wesley’s pants.







Wesley’s breath hitched as Spike’s fingers worked their way into his underwear and ghosted over the leaking tip of his erection. He groaned slightly as teeth nipped a little less than gently at his neck, and the fingers worked their way further down his shaft in the tight confines of his jeans.







He was thrusting up mindlessly into the hand on him, and tilting his neck to the side to allow the bites and kisses being placed there, and was about to ask Spike to never ever stop, or to please keep going, or something to express his sincere pleasure at what Spike was doing to him, but the blond pulled back.







“What?” Wesley breathed out. “Why are you stopping?”







Spike smirked, and reached out to grab Wesley’s hand, pulling him up from leaning against the wall. “Let’s get out here, yeah? Go back to your place. Have a bit more privacy.”







And that was all the reminder of Lindsey that Wesley needed to feel like he had been mentally splashed with cold water. At his place, they probably wouldn’t have any privacy, because Lindsey would probably be there. There was a part of Wesley that didn’t care at all, that just wanted Spike, and to hell with what anybody else saw or thought. There was a part of Wesley that wanted to take Spike home anyway, and hoped that Lindsey would be there to see it, because he wanted his roommate to know that he wasn’t sitting at home, alone, waiting for Lindsey to come back. Wanted Lindsey to see that he was capable of attracting some as attractive as Spike, and if Lindsey wasn’t interested, that was fine by him.







There was a slightly less juvenile, but equally horny, part of him that wanted to leave Spike here and go home alone, to see if Lindsey was there, and see if he’d been thinking about Wesley as much as Wesley had been thinking about him. See if maybe that hadn’t been a one time deal the day before and maybe get his arousal looked after by the one he really wanted.







Not that he didn’t want Spike. The monster trying to break free of his pants was evidence that he did, but Spike wasn’t Lindsey, and right now, that wasn’t good enough.







“We can’t. I have a, um, a… roommate. He’s… well I don’t think he’d appreciate being kicked out at this hour so that I can…” he trailed off, embarrassed to say exactly what he and Spike would be doing if they went there.







Spike thought that Wesley’s shyness was sort of cute, if not at all what he usually went for, and smiled to let him know that. “Not a problem, pet. I’ve got a place not far from here. All on my own. We can go there.”







Spike pulled gently at Wesley’s hand again to get him moving in the right direction, but Wesley didn’t budge. He wanted to go with Spike. He really did. He wanted to do things to him, delicious, exquisite things that he hadn’t had a chance to do with Lindsey, and have the blond to things right back, but he thought about Lindsey, back at their room and shook his head.







“I, I’d better not,” he said, and removed his hand from Spike’s. “It’s getting late, and I’ve got an early class tomorrow, and...”







“And your already seeing someone,” Spike finished for him. It was probably this roommate of his, and it wasn’t exactly hard to figure it out when as soon as Spike had mentioned going to his place, Wesley had gotten that look of fear and regret that people always did when they realised they’d just done something, or were about to do something, they knew they shouldn’t, because it would hurt someone else.







“No!” Wesley protested. He wasn’t. At least, he didn’t think he was, but he did think that he wanted to be. Not that he was about to tell Spike that; he did kind of like him too, and figured if he knew about Lindsey he probably wouldn’t ever see him again. And he wanted to, just… it was moving kind of fast.







“No,” he repeated, more calmly and with a slight smile. “I’m not. I really do have to be up early tomorrow but, perhaps another time?”







Spike gave him a slightly disbelieving look, but saw no reason for Wesley to lie to him, especially given that he’d just said he wanted to see him again. He fought the urge to push Wes back up against the wall, and screw him right there, whether the other man wanted him to or not, and he was pretty sure he convince him to want it, as long as he didn’t give him any time to think. He had really been looking forward to getting some action tonight, and he felt like he was about to burst. Oh well, he’d make do. It wasn’t like he didn’t have other options.







Spike shrugged and leaned forward to kiss Wesley, hard and fast and closed-mouthed, sticking his hand into the other man’s pocket and pulling out his cell phone. He grinned at Wesley’s dumb look, and quickly programmed his number into the device. He took a couple of steps back, then tossed the phone to Wes and with a wink said, “call me,” before turning and walking away leaving Wesley staring after him.







When Wesley got home, Lindsey wasn’t there.







***







Wesley skipped his class Wednesday morning and sat at his desk staring alternately between the book he was pretending to read, trying to understand a single word, and the door, willing his roommate to walk through it. He hadn’t gotten any studying done, and Lindsey hadn’t come home.







By the afternoon he had given up on both and called up his friend Charles for a bit of a distraction. Charles and his fraternity brothers were watching some sort of game or other on television, and Wesley accepted the invitation to join them, hoping to take his mind off things. Besides, he hadn’t seen Charles in a few days, and it would be nice to spend some time with him.







It had worked. He had spent the afternoon hanging out with his friends, watching ‘the game’, which had turned out to be mud wrestling, and Wesley had to admit that those girls would likely be able to give the boys on their college wrestling team a run for their money. Well, most of them were significantly more nice-looking anyway, and they had all had a great time watching and cheering and eating three kinds of delivery.







And Wesley hadn’t thought about Lindsey once. Not even on his walk home afterward, when he was alone and didn’t have the ruckus distraction of the frat house. Not even when he walked by the Madison and saw a few couples and groups of friends coming and going. Not even when he looked at the wall just outside the door that was slightly hidden in shadows.







He did think of Spike though. Thought of how they’d kissed there yesterday, and thought of how much he’d enjoyed it, and thought of what a complete and utter wanker he’d been to turn Spike down, when he clearly wanted him and Lindsey clearly didn’t.







His fingers twitched over his pocket, where he kept his phone, and he thought about calling him, but let the thought pass as he kept walking back to his room.







***







Thursday morning Spike woke up early. He had class with Wesley that day, and he wanted to get there on time, to be able to spend as much time with the other boy as possible, even if he did have to sit through an entire lecture to make it happen.







He couldn’t really say he liked Wesley, at least not all that much, because they hadn’t spent enough time talking to see whether or not that was true, but he figured he probably would like him, given the chance. And there was sure as hell no denying that he wanted him. The boy was hot as all get out, and even if he’d had the personality of an english muffin Spike would still want to fuck him.







He had a feeling he’d been rushing him, and decided to slow down his pursuit somewhat, give Wesley some time to come to him. But not too long. If he didn’t have him by the weekend, he’d try something else. It would be novel, and interesting. It would be fun.







He quietly slipped on his pants, shirt and shoes, and grabbed his wallet and keys from the nightstand next to the bed, trying not to wake the sleeping man, still naked and tangled in the covers.







***







When Wesley headed off for political science on Thursday morning, there was still no sign of Lindsey. He was hoping to see him in lecture, knowing that his roommate couldn’t keep blowing of classes, even if he refused to come home for some reason, but when he looked in Lindsey’s usual seat, next to Wesley’s usual seat, it was occupied by someone else.







A hot, blond someone else, with a killer attitude and a mouth to die for. A someone else who looked at Wesley as he entered the lecture hall and winked and tilted his head to the seat next to him. Wesley smiled back and walked up the steps to join him and saw that Spike was as unprepared as he’d been on Tuesday, so without a word he tore a sheet from his notebook and took a pen from his pack and placed them both down on the desk in front of Spike.







“Ta,” Spike smiled, and began to twirl the pen around his fingers. He really might come to class with the proper materials one of these days, but he would have to wake up in his own home every once in a while for that to be feasible.







It wasn’t that Spike slept around, really, but he had recently broken up with his boyfriend, and said boyfriend was having a hard time letting go. And Spike knew he wasn’t helping the process when every time he had a bit of an itch he’d over to his ex’s place to get it scratched. Being prepared for class wasn’t ever a problem when they had been together; Spike kept some things there for just those occasions, but after they’d ended things, he’d quite dramatically been given all his belongings in a tied up garbage bag and told to take them home for good.







Spike and Wesley made inconsequential conversation about music and the weather and the presidential campaign until class started, and then they both fell silent.







Spike listened veraciously. Took notes, made fun of other people’s stupid comments, and read ahead in the text when the lecture pace got too slow for him, though he tried to maintain his look of boredom. He really enjoyed this class. Really enjoyed most classes, but he wasn’t about to let that get out by doing anything stupid like showing up on time most days and coming to class prepared.







Wesley didn’t see a thing beyond Spike’s apparent enjoyment of the class, and didn’t hear anything beyond his occasional remarks or quips. He didn’t take a single note, and wouldn’t have been able to repeat a word of the lecture later on, but he had come to a very important conclusion. He really did want to go out with Spike. He wanted to date him, talk with him, get to know him. And he wanted something physical with him.







When the lecture ended and everyone was packing up their belongings, Spike stood and grabbed his sheet of paper, holding out the pen for Wesley to take. “Thanks again, pet.”







“Keep it,” Wesley told him. “It appears you need it more than I do.”







Spike cocked his head slightly and let the corner of his mouth twist up just a bit. “But if I’ve already got a pen, what excuse will I have to sit next to you next time?”







Wesley ducked his head to hide his blush at the blatant flirting, but lifted his eyes up to look at Spike. “Well,” he said trying his best at being coy, but knowing he probably wasn’t pulling it off. “You’ll still need paper.”







Wesley turned around and rushed out of the room before he could see Spike’s reaction to what he’d said. He hoped Spike would take it as a sign that he wanted to see him, and hoped that he hadn’t seemed as silly out loud as he had in his mind, and that Spike’s offer of more was still on the table.







***







When later that afternoon Wesley still hadn’t heard anything from Lindsey, he started to worry. More than two days had passed, and Lindsey hadn’t been home as far as Wes could tell, hadn’t called, and hadn’t shown up for classes.







It wasn’t as if it was the first time that Lindsey had left the dorms for a few days to stay with a buddy or get out of town with some friends, but it was the first time that he hadn’t called, or at least left Wesley a note to tell him where he was.







He was probably fine. He was probably just crashing at a friend’s place for a while, probably Angel’s, and he’d probably be back soon. Thinking that Lindsey would want to spend several days with Angel, just to get away from him, and not even bother to let him know pissed Wesley off somewhat, and so did wondering just what he and Angel would be getting up to.







Angel was Lindsey’s best friend, the captain of the wrestling team, and Wesley had no doubt that if that’s where Lindsey was they’d be doing a lot of practicing, what with Lindsey needing so much of it. And it didn’t take too much effort to imagine what that practice turn into, Wesley having first hand experience with that situation and all.







Wesley gritted his teeth and shook his head against the frustrating image, knowing he was being absurd. Angel was entirely straight, and they’d been wrestling together for months and nothing had happened so far. There was no reason to think that something would now.







Nothing except for the fact that up until now Lindsey hadn’t let Wesley fuck him either, and perhaps Lindsey was making much the same realisations that Wesley was in the middle of making, only he was off making them with Angel. He knew that shouldn’t bother him like it did, because was making some of his own discoveries with Spike, and speaking of Spike, he really thought he ought to call him up, and make that proper date he’d wanted.







***







Spike was balls deep inside the pliant willing body of his ex-boyfriend, face down on the bed below him, moaning and thrusting and mumbling incoherencies like ‘shit yes,’ and ‘don’t move,’ and ‘God, nobody’s got an arse like yours,’ when his cell phone rang.







“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, reaching over to search through the pile of his clothing on the bed for the phone.







“Spike!” His partner whined when he realised what Spike was doing. “What the hell is wrong with you? Leave it.”







Spike didn’t leave it. Class had gone better than he’d hoped that morning and he was hoping for a call and he didn’t want to miss it. He finally found the phone and looking at the caller ID, saw that it was Wesley. He smiled.







“I’ve gotta take this. Back in a sec,” Spike told his bed mate, before pulling out and running out of the room for some privacy.







“Bastard,” he heard called out behind him as he rounded the hallway corner and hit ‘talk’. He smirked as he though about the beauty of familiarity. He knew that his ex would wait, if not patiently, through the call, and be there when he needed him.







“Hey there,” Spike purred, seductively into the phone.







“Um, Spike? It’s Wesley,” came the somewhat uncertain reply.







“Yes,” Spike acknowledged with a smile. “I know that, pet. What can I do for you?”







“Um, yes, well. I was thinking…”







“And what were you thinking?”







“I was thinking that… That I gave you my pen.”







Okay… that wasn’t what Spike was expecting. “You did at that, pet. Would you like it back?”







“No,” Wesley answered, and seemed to be trying to regroup. Well, that was good for Spike. “I’d like… that is… I was thinking that you owed me another favour.”







Spike smiled to himself. Oh yes, this was more like it. “And just what is it that you think I owe you?” he asked Wesley, and he knew that Wesley could tell that he was being deliberately obtuse, and that’s exactly what he wanted.







“I was thinking that you owed me another date,” Wesley answered without hesitation, and Spike was impressed. “Tonight. Perhaps a movie?”







“A movie?” Spike laughed into the phone. “You’re kidding, right?”







Wesley bristled. “What’s wrong with a movie?” Probably a lot, he realised after he asked. Spike wasn’t a girl and neither was Wesley and he didn’t really figure Spike for the type to show up with flowers and hold hands in the dark and end the date with a goodnight kiss.







“Nothing, pet,” Spike answered him with a slight chuckle, delighted that his new find was so entirely sweet. “Nothing at all. Pick you up at seven.”







And then Wesley was treated to the sound of a dial tone as Spike hung up the phone, not bothering to wait for a response.







“Get your arse back up in the air there, mate!” Spike shouted to the bedroom as he made his way back there. He was ridiculously happy that Wesley had agreed to go out with him that night, but that did nothing for the hard-on he was currently sporting, and he had a more that enthusiastic partner waiting for him just down the hall.







He tossed his phone on the bed onto his pile of clothing and hopped up next to it, grabbing his partner by the hips and pushing himself in in one hard stroke.







***







At almost exactly seven o’clock Spike rang the buzzer for Wesley’s room from down in the lobby. Wesley had been ready for over an hour, so he practically ran down the stairs to the ground floor to meet Spike, just about tripping over his own feet on the way.







He was right about Spike not being the type to bring flowers. All he did was lick his lips and leer at Wesley and say, “show’s in twenty minutes. Let’s get moving.”







He was wrong about Spike not being the type to hold hands in the dark. Spike did hold his hand, almost through the entire movie, but he held it directly over Wesley’s own crotch, using their entwined fingers to work Wesley into quite a state.







After the movie ended and they got out into the cool night air of the parking lot some sort of sense seemed to return to Wesley. He was still hard, and horny and planning on taking Spike home with him, but the need to jump him in the middle of the street seemed to be passing.







For Wesley.







Spike on the other hand felt no such ebb in his desire and as soon as they reached the car he slammed Wesley back against the passenger side door and attacked his mouth. He was pleased that Wesley responded as eagerly as he did, but then again, after fingering his cock through his pants for an hour and a half, Spike wasn’t really surprised.







“I’ve got to have you,” Spike mumbled around Wesley’s lips, not bothering to break the kiss for something as trivial as talking. “Don’t say no.”







Wesley didn’t break the kiss either, just opened his mouth a bit more to let his tongue play with Spike’s and nodded, wordlessly. Spike pushed himself off of Wesley, giving Wesley’s shoulder a slight shove, and growled in aggravation at not being able to take the other man now, and walked around to his side of the car.







“Get in,” he ordered Wesley as he did the same, and starting the car headed them off to Wesley’s place. He didn’t care if that tosser of a roommate of his was around or not. He’d throw him out on his arse, or just screw Wes right in front of him if he didn’t want to leave. And he didn’t want to go to his own place that night, because after his little stunt this afternoon, taking a phone call in the middle of sex, his ex was likely to be in the mood for nosing around, finding out who was so important.







***







Spike parked his car and the two walked across the lot and through the lobby and up the stairs and down the hall in complete silence. They didn’t touch, they didn’t smile, they didn’t look anywhere but where they were going. They were men on a mission, and all they wanted was to get to Wesley’s room as soon as possible.







When they got to the door Wesley got nervous. What if Lindsey was finally home? What if he walked in there with Spike and Lindsey was just sitting there, on his bed or at his desk? What would Wesley do? He took a deep breath, turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.







Lindsey still wasn’t home. On the one hand, Wesley was intensely relieved, but on the other he was even more worried, and even more pissed off. His attention was rapidly brought back to the first hand when Spike pushed him the rest of the way into the room, and after following him in and shutting the door behind them grabbed Wesley’s face in his hands and once again began to kiss him.







Wesley allowed the kiss for a moment, but didn’t let it progress as far as previous ones before he extracted himself and went over to stand by the tiny bar fridge that he and Lindsey shared.







“Would,” he began. “Would you like something? To drink? Juice? Tea?” Wesley told himself he was just trying to be a good host, but they both knew he was a bit uncomfortable and trying to delay things. “I could put the kettle on.”







Spike chuckled and shook his head. “You’re cute Wes. But if you don’t want this, then do us both a favour and tell me now.” He appeared to think it for a second and then amended, “Second thought, don’t tell me now. Just keep your mouth shut get on with it anyway.”







He smiled at Wesley to take the sting out of his last words, but there was a part of him that was completely serious.







Wesley smiled back. “No, I do.” And he did, but Spike was just so aggressive with him, and he honestly didn’t know how to deal with it.







“Good then,” Spike responded, voice pitched low and silky, best come hither look painted on his face. He held out his hand and when Wesley put his own into it he pulled the other man to him. “Which one?”







Wesley looked puzzled. “Which one what?”







“Which bed?” Spike asked nodding at the two in question.







Wesley shivered, and the thought of having sex with Spike in Lindsey’s bed was a tempting one, but he indicated his own with a wave of his hand and Spike walked them towards it, never letting his hands leave Wesley’s body.







They fell to the mattress together in a tangle, Spike on top and Wesley’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and ass. Lips smashed and rapidly re-hardening cocks ground against each other through two sets of jeans and no matter how much or hard they touched they couldn’t seem to get close enough.







Spike lifted off of Wesley just as long as it took to slip off his t-shirt and wriggle Wesley’s up and over his head, then toss them both carelessly to the floor. He leaned back down crushing his naked torso to Wesley’s and the feel of warm skin on warm skin sent a bolt of lust trough them both.







Spike kissed and licked and nipped every inch of skin on Wesley’s chest, not taking any particular care over the nipples, and Wesley kind of wished he would have, because it had been very nice. He continued the trail down Wesley’s stomach, and upon reaching his belly button, fucked it with his tongue as he unfastened Wesley’s pants and slid them and his underwear down his legs and over his feet to fall on the growing pile of discarded clothing.







It felt sensational to Wesley, to be lavished like this with lust and touch. His erection was back full force now, and he thrust it up against Spike, trying to get the blond to move his attentions toward it, but he ignored it completely, for the moment, standing up and removing his own pants instead.







“You’re beautiful, pet,” Spike told him, and Wesley blushed. “So hard and so hot and so wantonly wanting me. Gonna taste you, Wes. And then I’m gonna take you.”







Wesley whimpered as Spike climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself between his legs and bent over his leaking prick. The first swipe of tongue across the tip made him squeak, and when Spike opened his mouth wide to quickly swallow his entire length down, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.







Spike smiled around Wesley’s cock at his reaction, and mentally patted himself on the back for doing such a bang up job. He knew he was good at this, and it didn’t hurt that he liked it so much.







It wasn’t long before Wesley was thrashing around on the small bed absently batting at Spike’s head mumbling something about being too close, and Spike had to pull back. He sat up on his knees between Wesley’s legs, looking at him with a predatory intensity that almost made Wesley want to let Spike have his way with him, whatever that way was.







But as much as Wesley wanted to have sex with Spike he still wasn’t ready to be fucked, and he hoped that Spike was okay with that. He knew he really should have mentioned it before they got started, because he was getting the impression that Spike was the kind of guy who wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted, if he wanted it badly enough.







Wesley scooted up the bed to rest against the headboard, and leaned over to reach in the nightstand for a condom. He sat there, holding it in his hand, looking at Spike, and trying to figure out the right words to say. This had been so much easier with Lindsey, when nothing had been planned, and they hadn’t had to look at each other, and things had just kind of… happened.







“Time for the main event then, is it?” Spike asked, reaching out take the condom from Wesley. Wesley pulled it back slightly out of Spike’s reach, and Spike’s sexy smile turned into an equally sexy frown. “You’re not changing your mind are you? Cause I thought we talked about that.”







Wesley laughed nervously and shook his head. “No, I’m not changing my mind. I want to have sex.” Phew. At least he’d managed to say that part. The rest couldn’t nearly be as hard, could it? “I just… I want to do it. I want to… fuck you.” Well, no that was pretty bad. Spike probably thought he was an idiot.







But Spike didn’t. He only shrugged lay down on his back next to Wesley, pose completely relaxed, and said, “Works for me.”







Wesley stared at him for a moment, unable to believe that that had been so easy, but then quickly scrambled so that he was between Spike’s legs and pushed his knees up so that he had a decent view of where he was headed. He quickly unwrapped the condom and covered himself in it before looking down at Spike, marvelling at his beauty.







He almost couldn’t understand how someone this… perfect, could want someone like him.







He allowed himself to fall forward just enough that he was eye level with Spike’s rock-hard cock. He didn’t want to suck him; not now anyway. They were both too worked up to wait any more. But he did want a taste, so he opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue just a little, and hesitantly move forward so that it licked across the spongy head.







It wasn’t so bad. Wesley closed his eyes and swirled his tongue around the tip, and down part of the shaft and allowed himself to savour his first taste of dick. It was better than ‘not bad’. It was pretty damned good, and he wanted more of it. But later. Now he had more important things to get to.







Spike made a vague sound of protest when Wesley stopped the wonderful assault on his prick, but the sound quickly turned to pleasure when Wesley pushed a lube-covered finger inside his hole. Spike idly wondered when the lube had come from, but seeing as how that finger was soon joined by a second, and then a third, and then they were moving deliciously inside him, he didn’t think it was all that important.







Spike was soon stretched enough and the pleasure was amazing and he needed something more to keep it escalating. “Enough already, Wes,” he told him. “I need you. Stuff your big fat cock inside me. Now. Fill me up.”







“Oh, God. Yes,” Wesley whispered, more to himself than to Spike, and grabbed hold of his dick to place it against Spike’s entrance. Spike hooked his arms under his knees to pull them up and give Wesley better access, and Wesley slowly pushed himself in, one inch at a time.







It had been nice, with Lindsey, to shove himself in hard and fast, but as he felt the tight muscles of Spike’s backside clench around him bit by bit, he thought that this was a pretty nice way of doing things too.







Once he was inside he moved, slowly at first, just enjoying the feel and then faster and faster, harder and harder as both of their pleasure built, and they knew the end was fast approaching.







Wesley pressed his lips to Spike’s somewhere around the start and they had been sharing lazy, passionate kisses throughout, only breaking them up as they neared climax and couldn’t manage anything more than uncoordinated pecks and licks across lips.







Wesley wrapped his fingers around Spike’s hardness and pumped him through his orgasm as Wesley hit his, and they both cried out and collapsed in a sticky heap, panting and petting and exchanging soft kisses as they came down.







After several minutes Wesley’s cock softened enough to slip free of Spike, handed him a box of tissues to wipe himself off and he pulled off the rubber, tying a not at the top and tossing it in the bin across the room.







“Good shot,” Spike complimented, good naturedly as he got cleaned up. “Must get a lot of practice.”







“You’d be surprised how much practice I don’t get,” Wesley disagreed, snuggling down into the bed next to Spike and running his fingers lazily over the blond’s body.







“If it’s not a lot, I would be surprised, pet. That was bloody fantastic,” Spike told him, placing a kiss on his forehead and pulling the blanket out from under them to cover them both up.







Wesley allowed himself to feel absurdly proud at the comment, and hid his smile by turning on his side, away from Spike, and fluffing up his pillow, preparing for sleep. “You’d better not hog the covers,” Wesley warned, still smiling, and the smile grew even wider when Spike didn’t answer except by snorting a little and snuggling up against Wesley’s back, arm thrown across him, and placed a chaste kiss to the back of his neck.







TBC