Helping Hand

***







Wesley woke the next morning to the wonderfully warm and fuzzy sensation that came from being wrapped up in strong, caring arms and having his earlobe nibbled on and his neck tickled by soft, warm breath.







It took him a minute to get past the contentment and remember where he was, and why he was feeling these incredible things. Once the memories of his situation solidified in his mind his heart rate increased uncomfortably and he squeezed his eyes shut against the possibility that Lindsey had come home during the night, and seen him with Spike.







But no, that couldn’t have happened. Lindsey would have said something if he’d come in. Spike wouldn’t be currently tracing a path down his neck with his tongue if Lindsey were there now. He purposefully slowed his breathing and relaxed into Spike’s touch, gasping out a sigh of pleasure when one of Spike’s hands trailed across his early morning erection.







“Good morning, pet,” Spike said, and his voice was a caress in Wesley’s ear.







“Mmmm, good morning,” Wesley agreed, pushing his hips up so that his penis had better contact with Spike’s fleeting touch.







Spike laughed, a rough, morning laugh and turned Wesley over on his other side so that he was facing Spike, and with one hand on Wesley’s ass, pushed their groins together.







“You’re not wrong about that,” Spike said. “And I know a way to make it even better.”







He kissed Wesley’s eyes and nose and cheeks, and down to his neck, bypassing his mouth so as not to experience the dreaded morning breath. The hand on Wesley’s ass moved slowly over his thigh to hook under his knee, and used the leverage that afforded him to flip Wesley over onto his back, sneaking himself overtop, with Wesley’s legs wrapped around his waist.







He carded his hands through Wesley’s hair, gripping tight to the short strands, and craning his neck back to give himself better access to the vulnerable pleasure points that were revealed. He attacked Wesley’s neck, and chin and shoulders with his mouth and let one hand slide down the sleep-warmed body to raise one knee up higher, so that he could seat himself more firmly between Wesley’s splayed legs.







Wesley closed his eyes and groaned so loud and low that his whole body vibrated. He spread his legs even further apart and pushed his own hard cock up against Spike’s, and it wasn’t until Spike slid his hand from Wesley’s knee, down the back of his thigh to his butt cheek, and played two fingers gingerly over his crack that Wesley tensed up, and opened his eyes.







“Spike,” he said, shooting one hand down to grab hold of Spike’s arm, stopping him from going any further. “I still don’t want…” and he looked away, unable to finish the sentence, but didn’t take his hand from Spike’s arm.







Spike tensed then too, and put his hands on the bed on either side of Wesley, taking his touch away entirely, looking down at him with narrowed eyes. “Is this gonna be a pattern with you? Cause I don’t mind takin’ it my fair share, but I’m not gonna play the woman for you.”







Wesley hadn’t realised that Spike would take his actions that way, and honestly did feel bad about it. Not bad enough to let Spike have him, but bad enough to tell him the embarrassing truth.







He sighed. “I’ve never… nobody has ever… been inside me. And I’m frightened.” There. He’s said it. And either Spike would laugh, and leave him, or he wouldn’t.







Spike’s mind reeled at the idea of being the first one to tap Wesley’s absurdly pretty arse, and he brought his hand back to touch Wesley’s tailbone and worked his fingers just slightly lower, but didn’t dare push inside yet. He felt Wesley tense again, but didn’t stop, hoping his strong touches would be what Wesley needed to get comfortable.







“But you’ve pitched, yeah?” he asked, somewhat absently as the tip of one finger traced over the tight pucker and it twitched under his ministrations.







Wesley hitched in a breath, unable to hide the pleasure that both the sensation of the finger and the fear of the touch caused him. “Yes,” he huffed out a breath, “once before.”







“Just once before me?” Spike asked with surprise.







“Mmm,” Wesley answered, but he was starting to lose himself in Spike’s touch, and wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation. “Just a few days ago. Before that, only girls.”







Spike could not believe his luck. Someone so pretty, and sweet, and smart… and damned fucking good in bed, and he hadn’t even been touched yet, not in any way that mattered. “But I could make it so good for you, pet. Don’t you want to feel what I can do?”







That served to bring Wesley out of his pleasure haze and he managed to shake his head, somewhat stiltedly, at Spike. “Not now. Please. I do want it. I just… I need some time.”







Spike bit back a groan of frustration and managed to nod once, pleasantly he thought, and bury his face in Wesley’s neck. “Alright, baby. Not just yet.” Spike felt utterly foolish calling Wesley ‘baby’ but it was a calculated move. “I’ll wait until you’re ready. But until then, trust me, yeah? I won’t give you more than you can take, and I’m sure you’re gonna love it.”







He didn’t wait for a response before he pushed one fingertip inside Wesley’s hole and wriggled it slightly, hoping that the other man didn’t get twitchy and kick him out.







The sensation was odd for Wesley, but not unpleasant. He decided to take Spike’s advice and trust him, relaxing his body into the touches and hoping for the best. Spike pushed his legs up further, and moved down the bed so that he had his face directly in Wesley’s most private of areas, and Wesley tried not to feel self-conscious about that.







He’d had girls in this position before, legs spread, his tongue between their delicate folds. He’s had Lindsey face down with his legs spread and his mouth on his arsehole, tongue licking up and down the crease between his cheeks. He wasn’t sure how they had enjoyed it so much without feeling exposed and silly.







And then Spike’s tongue dove straight into his hole, wriggling around and causing Wesley to throw his head back and grab tight hold of the sheets. Then Spike’s tongue pulled out and licked across the crevice to his balls, laving up each of them, and then taking each in turn into his mouth as his fingers continued their previous exploration.







Wesley unconsciously pushed himself further up against Spike’s fingers, and cried out at the feel of a warm tongue on his testicles, and thrashed his head back and forth on the bed in overwhelming pleasure silently begging for more.







Spike heard the begging, even without words, and slid one finger completely inside Wesley, its way eased by the saliva he’d put there seconds before. He worked it in and out slowly, back and forth only the slightest bit, and alternated those movements with touches of his tongue and lips and teeth against Wesley’s sac.







He was getting a pretty good response so far, with Wesley’s flailing motions and unintelligible ramblings, and decided to push in a second finger as he laved his tongue hard over Wesley’s balls, from his perineum to the base of his cock.







Wesley thought he was about to come. He had honestly never felt anything so intense so immediately, and he felt like it was more than he could handle. But then Spike added another finger and took the tip of his cock into his mouth, and pressed and sucked, hard, and no – that was more than he could take.







He came with a shout, straight into Spike’s mouth, and the blond didn’t hesitate to take Wesley in deeper and press his lips more tightly around the shaft and crook his fingers so that his nails were scraping over something inside Wesley that made him feel like he was floating.







Spike tasted the salty tang of Wesley’s spend on his tongue and only sucked harder, twisted his fingers more and swallowed for all he was worth. Not only was the taste of Wesley better than cigarettes and whiskey, but he figured the tighter he suctioned and the harder he pressed on Wesley’s sweet spot with his fingers, the more likely it was that Wesley would agree to get fucked next time.







He swallowed down the evidence of Wesley’s pleasure, and lifted off his softening cock with a distinct ‘pop’, almost spilling his own load at the look of complete ecstasy on Wesley’s face.







He managed to keep it in while he climbed up Wesley’s sated body, settling his legs on either side of Wesley’s shoulders, and started to jerk himself off. Wesley didn’t seem to mind, and he blinked slowly a few times to come down from his orgasm, and then ventured his tongue out to taste Spike’s tip for the second time.







He didn’t bother trying to suck, just waited to see what Spike would do to him. He opened his mouth as Spike pushed the tip of his hard cock inside the moistness he so willingly offered. He stuck out his tongue to push up against the underneath and pressed the roof of his mouth down on the top and squeezed and suctioned as best he could.







He stretched his jaws further apart as he felt Spike push in more and more and more, until finally he was almost choking on Spike’s cock, but still didn’t want to give up his task. Spike seemed to stop at just the point where Wesley felt like he would have to call things off, and just moved, tiny little jerks, in and out of the tightness of Wesley’s throat.







Spike moved in and out of the tightness slowly, sweetly, caressing Wesley’s cheeks with his hands as he went, never moving beyond what the brunet was willing to give. It wasn’t too long before Wesley was swallowing eagerly around his cock, and licking up the sides of the shaft with considerable enthusiasm.







Spike’s touches on Wesley’s face grew rougher, and his movements became sharper, more erratic, and though Wesley had never experienced the warning signs from quite this perspective, he couldn’t possibly mistake them.







He didn’t let up his sucking, and pressed his numbing lips even harder to whichever parts of Spike’s flesh he could reach. He let one of his hands join the fun, cupping Spike’s balls and kneading them back and forth between his palm and fingers. He let the other hand play too, squeezing the bottom half of Spike’s erection in his fist, moving his hand rapidly up and down.







The movement wasn’t quite in time with his sucking, as he’d hoped it would be, but it seemed to be good enough, because Spike started cursing a blue streak, and the push and pull of his hips became stilted and tight, and not long after that Wesley’s mouth was flooded with the warm salt of a male orgasm.







It was different than a girl’s. Different than tasting Spike’s slick head last night. It was deeper and heavier and more intense, and Wesley loved it. He couldn’t get enough of it, and when the flow from Spike’s fountain stopped, he found himself licking vainly at the head and swallowing memories in an attempt to retain the taste.







Eventually Spike pulled free of Wesley’s face and flopped down on the bed beside him.







“Fuck,” Spike started on an exhale. “For a virgin, you’re pretty fuckin’ talented pet. One of the best blows I’ve ever had.”







Wesley refrained from telling Spike that he wasn’t a virgin, because in most of the ways that mattered with Spike, he was. Instead he revelled in being told that he gave good head, and smiled into Spike’s neck as they cuddled into each other.







Spike smiled and breathed in the scent of Wesley’s hair as he squeezed him, but then frowned as thoughts came, unbidden, of all those time he’d been in a similar position, comfortable and sated and happy, up until recently, with a certain ex-boyfriend who wasn’t the only one having a hard time letting go.







***







It had been three days since Wesley and Lindsey had seen each other. Three days since they had fucked on the gymnasium floor, and three days since Wesley didn’t follow Lindsey into the showers afterward.







Lindsey had showered, dressed and waited a good twenty minutes past that for Wesley to show up, but when it became apparent that the other man wasn’t going to, Lindsey panicked. He had just let his roommate fuck him. His male roommate. In the middle of the goddamned gym. And he had loved every second of it.







But it seemed like he was the only one. Wes hadn’t com to join him for another round, or to have a laugh about it, or to suggest better techniques for next time or to be all British and proper and suggest they have tea. He just hadn’t come. And Lindsey really didn’t want to be in the position of showing back up to their dorm room, like a kicked puppy, wondering why Wesley didn’t want him anymore.







It wasn’t as if he should care, really. Before that day he had never even looked at Wesley twice. He was barely a blip on the friend radar, let alone anything more. And Lindsey still wasn’t forgetting that he was a man. And Lindsey wasn’t into men. He had a reputation to prove it, even if most of it was exaggerated.







So, figuring they would both save a little face if they spent a couple of days apart after… well, after, Lindsey left the locker room and headed straight for Angel’s place.







Angel was a good friend and a good wrestler, and had his own apartment, off campus. And perhaps most importantly, usually had at least one or two girls staying with him, and Lindsey had figured he could definitely go for a dose of hot chick just then.







Lindsey had told Angel that he was having roommate trouble and Angel hadn’t pried, and Lindsey had been introduced to Harmony, who happened to best friends with Cordelia, Angel’s latest fling.







Harmony was approximately as dull as a 10th magnitude star, and damned if he wasn’t actually learning something in that astronomy class after all, and all the good looks in the world weren’t enough to get him interested. And he told himself, several times over, that the reason he wasn’t interested was because she was and idiot. Not because she was a she. Not because she wasn’t Wes. Not because she wouldn’t be able to manhandle him into submission and then make him feel something he’d never imagined, even in his wildest fantasies.







No, he really wasn’t interested because she could talk for fuckin’ hours, literally, about her goddamned nail polish. He tried to overlook that. He really did. But then she would outdo herself, and dictate a fuckin’ thesis on lipstick.







Of course, not being interested hadn’t stopped him from sleeping with her. Three times. He had tried to pretend that he wasn’t doing it to prove something to himself.







Three days later, Friday morning, and he was practically clawing the door down to get away from the vacuous tramp, and telling Angel ‘good luck’ with his latest living situation.







He closed the door to Angel’s apartment behind him, breathed a sigh of relief, and headed back to his own room. Maybe he had been wrong about Wesley’s reaction after their go at ‘wrestling’. Maybe his roommate was just a little freaked out, like he’d been, and he’d get home, and they’d have an awkward moment and Wesley would smile and then Lindsey would take his turn and screw Wes into floor of their tiny little cinderblock room.







Okay, probably not. He was pretty damned sure he’d been given the brush off, and as much as his body wanted some more action from Wes, his mind knew that it probably wasn’t a good idea. So he’d go back, they’d probably ignore the past several days completely, and go back to being amicable co-habitants.







Just as soon as he could stop picturing Wesley naked. Which was sure to happen, any second now…







***







Spike and Wesley both had the morning off, so they were in no rush to get up. They relaxed in each others arms, dozing in and out of sleep, playing their fingers idly over each other’s naked flesh, but making no attempt to arouse.







They finally managed to pull themselves out of bed just after ten o’clock, when the person in the room next to Wesley’s decided to crank up their stereo and blast out Jefferson Airplane, and they just could not possibly lie still and sated throughout ‘Somebody to Love’.







It wasn’t two songs into the album later when Spike was dressed and Wesley was at least in a pair of pyjama bottoms and Wesley saw Spike to the door. Spike looked at Wesley appreciatively, eyes raking him over from head to toe and back again and said, “I’ll call you,” with a smile as he reached back with one hand, twisting the knob on the door and pushing.







Wesley nodded, and fidgeted his fingers as his sides, wanting to reach out to Spike, to kiss him, and hug him, but he wasn’t quite sure what the etiquette was in situations like these. The few times it had happened to him before, he’d been the one getting dressed and going home and saying ‘I’ll call you,’ and it had been his responsibility to initiate any sort of goodbye touches. Wesley did know enough that he was aware that when someone said they would call, it usually meant they wouldn’t.







Spike only opened the door a crack before he let go of it and stepped back into the room. His hand moved forward below their field of vision and he ran the pads of the fingers of one hand softly across the backs of Wesley’s fingers. He felt Wesley jerk slightly as the touch was recognised, and bent slightly at the waist, angling his upper body in to give Wesley a remarkable sweet goodbye kiss, without the distractions of other body parts making their interests known.







Wesley sighed into the kiss, closed his eyes and shifted his fingers slightly so that Spike’s fell in between his own and they formed a loose, joint fist, pulses beating rapidly against each other.







The kiss didn’t last long – four or five seconds at most – and it probably would have been ending soon anyway, even if Lindsey hadn’t chosen that exact moment to come home.







***







As Lindsey walked down the hall towards his room, some trepidation started to mix with the relief he was feeling at not having to be around Harmony anymore. That was great, and he was all for not having to pretend to listen to beauty secrets and celebrity gossip just to get a bit of play, but now he’d have to deal with Wes. And he wasn’t sure he was ready for that.







He shrugged mentally when he reached the door, knowing he couldn’t put it off any longer, and paused momentarily when he noticed the door wasn’t shut all the way. Wesley had probably just gone to the bathroom, he thought, and that actually kind of worked for him, because for some reason he really didn’t want to be the one to do the walking in the door after they hadn’t seen each other in three days.







He pulled the dorm room door the rest of the way open and took an absent step over the threshold. Then he froze. He looked, he blinked, he looked again. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.







It was Wesley. Kissing someone. Kissing some guy someone. Kissing Spike, that idiot punk slacker from their political science class.







He would have wondered what the fuck Wesley was doing kissing Spike, but he hadn’t gotten any further with the thought in his mind than the ‘what’ part of it, and his mouth must have decided it wanted to know as well, because he said it out loud.







Wesley heard the murmured sound and pulled back from Spike with a start, jerking his hand free as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He turned his head to see Lindsey standing just behind Spike, as wide-eyed as Wesley probably was.







Spike didn’t know what was going on exactly but got the impression that he and Wes had somehow been busted. Well, obviously the roommate was that one other guy from a few days ago. Interesting. He pursed his lips together and raised his eyebrows and looked away from the other two, tempted to whistle carelessly, as that always served to portray innocence, and rocked back and forth slightly on his heals with his thumbs hooked into his jeans pockets as he waited for somebody to speak.







Lindsey seemed to regain the ability of movement first because he looked away from Wesley, desperate for something to do or say to get out of the uncomfortable situation. He wasn’t sure why exactly it should be uncomfortable; it wasn’t as if he’d never seen Wesley kiss someone before. He tried to tell himself that this was just like those two other times, when he’d been dating Buffy for about a week at the beginning of the school year.







But it wasn’t really like those times at all. Those times the person Wesley was kissing was a girl, and those times he had barely known Wes, and those times he hadn’t had Wesley’s dick up his ass so recently that he could still kind of feel it when he stretched.







The kiss he had walked in on had obviously been a goodbye kiss, and judging by Wesley’s state of undress he had obviously only recently gotten out of bed. It didn’t take a genius to work out that Spike had spent the night.







It didn’t matter to him that he’d been the one to take off for several days and not bother to let Wes know where he was. It didn’t matter to him that he’d spent those days screwing a blonde moron of his own into the mattress. It didn’t matter to him that he still wasn’t completely sure where he wanted this thing with Wesley to go.







It did matter that his surge of jealousy served to confirm for him that there indeed was a ‘thing’ with Wesley. Or he’d thought there’d been, anyway, even if he hadn’t wanted to admit it.







“Don’t mind me,” he said to the floor as he brushed past Wesley to grab a book off of his desk. “I’m just here to grab this, then head out to class.” It was a lie. They both knew he didn’t have any classes until later in the afternoon, but he needed to say something, and that seemed a lot better than most of the things that he could have said. Things regarding Wesley’s new-found love of cock and Spike’s questionable parentage.







“Lindsey,” Wesley spoke quietly, stopping his roommate as he picked up the book he claimed to need. “Don’t. It’s fine. Spike was just leaving anyway.” He had no idea what he would say to Lindsey when they were alone, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that was creeping its way into his conscious mind, but he knew they needed to talk.







If not about what had happened between them, then about absolutely anything else. Because they had been getting along pretty well up until Monday night, and Wesley didn’t think he could possible manage to survive the day, let alone the rest of the semester with this kind of tension, coiling tighter every time they saw each other, waiting to release at the most inopportune moment.







It was one thing to have a one night stand with some random person you only ran into at the corner market or the library. It was quite another to have one with someone you lived with.







Spike stood up straight and stopped his nervous shuffling when he heard his name. Right. He was just about to leave, wasn’t he? He was pretty sure he didn’t want to miss what was about to go on, but as he’d been on his way out the door when Lindsey showed up, he didn’t have much choice.







Wesley had obviously lied to him. Or, not told him the entire truth anyway about his availability, because Lindsey seemed to be pretty fucking pissed off that Wesley had been with Spike, and Wes was acting way too jumpy for someone who was free to have all the incredibly amazing sex with incredibly gorgeous partners he wanted.







No matter. Wesley was a bit of a treat and Spike wasn’t about to let him get away that easily. Until Wesley told him, in no uncertain terms, that he was off the market, Spike would keep up his pursuit.







He wanted to touch Wesley again before he left. Touch him in front of his roommate, in front of Spike’s competition, let them both know that the big bad was in the game, but he wasn’t sure how well it would go over, and as much as he wanted to show off who was currently in the lead, he wanted Wesley to feel comfortable more. Odd, that.







He turned a soft smile on Wesley and said, “Yes, I was. I’ll call you, pet.” Then he nodded at the other man and with a curt, “Lindsey,” as both hello and goodbye, spun around and left through the open door, shutting it behind him and leaving the other two boys alone.



TBC