Helping Hand

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Wesley had been up for over an hour, was already dressed and started his weekend assignments and thinking about what he was going to do that afternoon when the phone rang.







He heard Lindsey shift and groan unhappily on his bed, protesting the interruption to his sleep, as he picked up the phone.







“Hello?” he answered in his normal speaking voice, not at all concerned with whether he woke Lindsey or not.







“’Lo pet,” Spike’s relaxed and seductive voice greeted him. He sounded like he had just woken up, like he might still be in bed, and Wesley smiled at that thought, wishing he could be there with him, wake up with him after having spent the night.







“Spike!” Wesley answered, and Spike chuckled over the phone at Wesley’s sounding so genuinely happy to hear from him.







“Missed you too, Wes,” he said, and Wesley could still hear him laughing, warmly.







“Sorry,” Wes mumbled, feeling a bit silly. “I’m just happy to hear from you.”







***







As soon as Wesley answered the phone Lindsey gave up on sleep. It wasn’t that Wesley tended to talk very much, or very loudly, but Lindsey was a light sleeper, and the initial ring had been enough to ensure that he was up for the day.







As he shifted on the bed, the slight burning in his ass served as a fond memory of what had happened the night before, and he couldn’t help sneaking a shy glance over at his roommate, just to look at him. Of course, as soon as he did, he was greeted to the sight of Wesley smiling broadly and shouting out the name of his new ‘friend’.







Sure, he wasn’t saying ‘Spike’ just now with the same kind of lust and longing that he had said ‘Lindsey’ last night, but still it rankled. He scowled and got up and grabbed his towel from over the closet door and his bag of toiletries from the dresser and went to have a shower, not the least bit interested in listening to Wesley make an ass of himself by telling Spike how cool he was, and how great in bed he was, and begging him for more.







And yeah, he knew that’s not what Wesley would be saying, but inside his own head he could be as goddamned childish as he liked.







***







Wesley started as he heard the sound of the door slamming shut, and turned to see that Lindsey was no longer sleeping in his bed. Mentally rolling his eyes at his roommate and happy for the privacy, he turned his attention back to his call.







“I was hoping you’d call,” he admitted.







“Said I would, didn’t I? Can’t seem to stay away from you. What’s it been? 24 hours, and I need to see you again already.” Spike’s tone was sly and seductive, like he was trying to temp Wesley to any number of deviant acts, but there was more than a hint of truth behind the words.







“Tonight then,” Wesley offered. “Let’s get together. I’m not busy.”







“Was hoping you’d say that. There’s an alright local band playing tonight at this dive downtown. Pick you up at eight.” He didn’t bother to ask Wesley if he was interested in that kind of thing; if he wanted to do something else, he would have to come up with the ideas.







He didn’t think that Wesley really cared where they went or what they did. Not at this stage in the relationship. All that mattered to him right now was somebody showing him he was worth taking out, and that’s what Spike intended to do. And then take him home and pound his arse so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk the next day, but he’d keep that to himself until just the right moment.







“That sounds wonderful. I’ll see you then.” Wesley hung up the phone and couldn’t contain the silly grin that broke out on his face, because really, it did sound wonderful. He didn’t know much about any of the local bands, and didn’t hang out at too many bars, especially downtown, but he was eager to try something new, and Spike had been a pretty good tour guide in the ‘new’ department so far.







He put the phone down and turned around, eyes passing again over Lindsey’s empty bed.







***







Fifteen minutes after Wesley got off the phone Lindsey came back to the room, freshly showered and carrying a tray with two plates, piled high with pancakes and scrambled eggs.







He kicked the door shut behind him and put the tray down on his desk, then picked one plate up and looked at Wesley.







“Breakfast?” he asked with a twist of his lips.







Wesley looked at him oddly for a moment before nodding his head slightly. “Sure. Thank you,” he answered as he got up and took the tray from Lindsey. He didn’t usually do things like buy Wes breakfast. Not now, in particular, when it could be so easily misinterpreted.







After taking a seat on each of their respective beds they dug in quietly, each giving the other small, uncomfortable sideways glances. Eventually Lindsey spoke.







“Just to say thank you,” he clarified. “For helping me with wrestling.” And for sticking your dick in my ass, he added silently, but didn’t think that kind of humour would be appropriate between them just yet. Maybe in a few days.







Really, that’s what it was; a thank you. Perverted after activities aside, Wesley was going out of his way and spending his free time helping Lindsey when none his other friends were, when he didn’t really need to, and probably had better things he could be doing. And Lindsey appreciated it.







He fought off the absurd inklings that there was more to the breakfast, that he was doing something nice for Wesley for reasons that weren’t strictly altruistic. That he was plying Wesley with gifts (as much as you could call breakfast a gift) in order to win him over, to make Wes like him better than Spike. Because even though Lindsey didn’t think he was ready for anything more just then, if he ever would be, he still wanted to be more important than Spike in Wesley’s mind.







“So anyway,” he said around a mouthful of pancakes, syrup dripping down his chin. “I’ve got a week to go, and all this practice seems to be helpin’, so-”







“I’d love to!” Wesley cut him off exuberantly, and his eyes opened wide as he desperately searched for something else to say that would make him sound a little less pathetically smitten.







“I… that is… I wouldn’t mind helping. If, if that’s what you were going to ask.” There, that wasn’t quite so bad. Didn’t make him sound like he’d give his first born just to spend a little more time with the other boy.







Besides, he reminded himself, he had his third date with Spike that night, and he was pretty sure that after three dates they were officially ‘dating’, and it really wouldn’t be fair to carry on with Lindsey and Spike at the same time. Spike was offering him something that Lindsey wasn’t willing to, and Wesley would just have to accept that, and move on.







Lindsey barely contained a laugh at Wesley’s enthusiastic statement, and said, “Perfect. This afternoon, if you’ve got some time?”







Wesley nodded, and they both got back to breakfast.







***







Lindsey had practice with the team that afternoon until five, so Wesley was going to meet him at the gym then. He figured that would be more than enough time to have a bit of a run though anything Lindsey was having particular trouble with before he had to head back to get ready for his date with Spike.







Until then he sat in his room studying. And he was surprised how much studying he actually got done, instead of all the sitting around, moping and fantasising and staring morosely at his books that he’d been doing the past several days.







Today he was able to concentrate and finish up one assignment, read several chapters out of a book, and begin a term paper due in a couple of weeks.







It had been a very productive day.







He had gotten so caught up in his work that he had completely lost track of time, and when he looked up at the clock he was surprised to see that it was already five minutes to five. He scrambled through his drawers to find an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt and threw them in a bag. He just about ran all the way to the gym, and he managed to get there and changed in time to see a few of the guys from the team still unofficially practicing, and fooling around on the mats. Good. He wasn’t late.







Lindsey nodded at him as he emerged from the locker room, and waved him over to where he was standing around, laughing with his team-mates.







“Guys,” he said to them. “You remember Wes, my roommate.” At their nods of confirmation and greetings of ‘Hey man,’ and ‘Wes’ and ‘Dude’, Lindsey continued. “He’s gonna give me something to wail on, since you guys are all pussies and can’t handle any more.”







Wesley watched the laughing and play fighting that followed with a fond sort of longing before the rest of the boys headed off to do whatever they did.







“Oh, hey Lindsey,” Angel called out from half way across the gym.







“Yeah?” Lindsey called back.







“You coming over tonight? Cordy and Harm are gonna be there.” He said the last part with an evil grin, knowing that Harmony was the last person Lindsey wanted to see, but he hoped his friend would come anyway. He liked hanging out with him, and besides, Cordy wouldn’t be nearly as likely to put out with her friend sitting in the other room all alone.







Lindsey was about to answer vehemently in the negative, had opened his mouth to do so, but then caught sight of the grim line that had settled across Wesley’s previously relaxed mouth at the mention of Lindsey’s ‘girlfriend’, and changed his mind. “Sure man,” he told Angel, careful not to let his gaze fall anywhere near Wesley.







Angel’s grin grew wider at the response, and he told Lindsey, “cool,” before turning his back on the other two, and going to get himself cleaned up.







“If you’ve got plans tonight, we can reschedule,” Wesley offered, trying to hide the disappointment that Lindsey’s plans made him feel. Never mind the fact that he had his own plans.







“Nah,” Lindsey shook his head. “It’s cool. They won’t be expecting me until later. We’ve got plenty of time.” And if he leered a little bit at Wesley as he said that it was completely unintentional.







“Right then,” Wesley said, shaking off any ill feelings and trying to get his head into the game. “Let’s get started.”







The practice went much the same as it had the day before. Lindsey had shown an improvement over the first time they’d tried this, and even since just the day before. It had taken Wesley more effort to break free of Lindsey grip and he had had to work a bit harder to get Lindsey down. But in the end he did.







Well, he was getting better, and that was a good sign, Wesley thought, as he once again had the other man flat on his back beneath him, pinned and immobile. He tried to concentrate on Lindsey’s wrestling technique, and what he had done right, and what he still needed to work on, instead of the way the hard body felt stuck between himself and the floor, or the way that Lindsey’s hardening prick pulsed into his hip, twitching each time Wesley took a breath, or the intoxicating scent of sweat and soap and Lindsey, that he was breathing in.







He reminded himself that he had to get back to his room to get ready for his date with Spike. That he wanted to go out with Spike, and Spike wanted to go out with him, and Lindsey wasn’t offering him anything worth messing that up for. He released Lindsey’s arms, and raised himself up just the tiniest bit onto his knees, and he was about to sit up and get off Lindsey entirely, ignore those knowing eyes, and those painfully perfect abs and go, when Lindsey’s newly freed arms tightened around him, preventing his movement.







Lindsey was feeling pretty damned good about himself, despite ending up with Wesley’s body firmly over his own, preventing his movement. Or, perhaps because of that. But he was definitely getting better, feeling more confident, quicker and stronger and more focussed.







And Wesley’s promise that he could fuck him when and if he finally won against him wasn’t hurting his motivation any. He knew as long as he kept working at it he’d get good enough, and Wesley would be his. Until then, he’d just have to make due with being Wesley’s, a task he was more than happy to fulfill.







Wesley held him down for a count of three, simulating an actual wrestling environment even though they both knew they were stretching the spirit of these little get-togethers, and Lindsey revelled in the display of domination Wesley showed him. His dick hardened even more, his breathing hitched and his heart raced and he gave up all struggle, submitting himself to Wesley’s will, confident that it would be just as good as the last two times.







But then a look of indecision crossed Wesley’s face, and was quickly replaced by one of contrition as he let go of Lindsey’s arms and started to move back from the prone man. Wesley was leaving? What the hell? They hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.







He wrapped his arms tight around Wesley’s back, one around his waist the other a bit higher, preventing his roommate from getting up. See? He could keep someone in a hold when he really wanted to.







Wesley stopped his half-assed struggle in the firm grip, looking down at Lindsey. His eyes said everything his mouth couldn’t as he wondered again why this was all Lindsey would give him, and why Lindsey just wouldn’t leave him be, when they both knew what Wesley really wanted.







Lindsey quickly moved one of his hands up to the back of Wesley’s head, forcing the other man down to him, and didn’t care in the least that his partner wasn’t as willing as he’d been in the past. Okay, so that wasn’t true; he cared a hell of a lot, which was why he was so unwilling to let him go. He wanted Wesley to want to take him, to forget all about anyone or anything that might be preventing them from riding off into the sunset and show Lindsey just exactly how much Wes wanted him.







But he wasn’t. Lindsey could see that he was hung up on all those reasons, and before his brain was able to register what his mouth was saying, he again spoke completely out of turn. “I’m not seeing Harmony,” he blurted out, as if that would make anything better.







Wesley shook his head in confusion, the word ‘what?’ forming on his lips but no sound coming out as he dared to hope that what Lindsey was saying now was true, hope that Lindsey had lied before, and there was nothing going on with the girl. He didn’t move at all in Lindsey’s grip, closer to him or further away and he tried again to talk. “What… what are you talking about?”







This was it; the part where Lindsey told him the truth and looked like a complete idiot. It seemed there was a lot of that going around lately. “We hooked up. For a few days. But I’m not seeing her anymore.”







“Then why did you tell me you were?”







“Don’t be an ass,” Lindsey ordered, but it came out like a plea. He didn’t want Wesley to force him to actually say how much of a head-case he was. “Anyway, I’m not gonna see her again.”







Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say, because Wesley suddenly snapped backwards, breaking free on Lindsey’s arms to rest on his knees on the floor next to him.







“But,” he said, looking directly at Lindsey. “I’m still going to be seeing Spike.” If Lindsey didn’t care about that, it was all the more reason not to do this with him anymore.







He stood up then, and Lindsey pulled himself to a sitting position on the floor in front of him. “I’ve got to go. I’ve got plans of my own tonight,” he said, and looked at Lindsey for another moment, waiting for him to say something, anything, to make him change those plans.







Lindsey looked up at him, wondering how he could tell Wes that it was okay that he was seeing Spike, because he only wanted to fuck him anyway, when he hadn’t even convinced himself that that was true. Oh, he was pretty convinced that he only wanted sex from Wes, but he couldn’t even see convinced from where he was on the whole Spike issue. He wanted to fuck Wes. He wanted to be the only one fucking Wes.







But he wasn’t prepared to do what he knew Wes needed him to, to make that happen.







Lindsey remained silent, and Wesley took that as all the answer he needed to his unspoken question. He nodded once at him in understanding and turned on his heel, heading out to grab his bag and get back to their room. He had a date to prepare for.







Lindsey watched him go, not saying anything, but thinking he had a pretty damned good idea what those plans of Wes’s were. He gave the other boy a few minutes to get gone before he ventured into the changing room to shower and get dressed. He wasn’t in a hurry to head back to his room; he didn’t want to be there to see Spike show up, or to see Wesley looking pretty for him.







He also wasn’t in the mood to go to Angel’s place that night, so half an hour later he found himself in the cafeteria, picking at some sort of mystery meat supper and waiting until he figured it was safe to go home.







***







Spike showed up right at eight o’clock, as promised, only this time he managed to sneak into the building and up to Wesley’s room to greet him, instead of waiting down in the lobby. Wesley was running late.







He knocked on the door and waited the few seconds it took Wesley to answer, and when he did open the door just a crack, wet, with a nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower half, Spike leered at him and pushed the door the rest of the way open.







“Oh, pet,” he said, grabbing Wesley in his arms and nuzzling the side of his neck. “If you wanted to stay in and fuck, you should have just said so. I wouldn’t have wasted money on the tickets.”







He kept one hand firmly on the small on Wesley’s back and let the other slide down, slowly, to grab his firm ass, and squeeze. He really wished he could just throw Wesley down right then and have a quick go ‘round, but he didn’t think Wes would appreciate it as much as he would. Besides, they really didn’t have the time for Spike to be as thorough as he wanted to.







“I’m not dressed,” Wesley said, absently, as he leaned into Spike’s kisses and touches. Spike’s laugh caused his lips to vibrate against Wesley’s skin, and it sent shivers down his spine.







“That’s what gave me the idea, love” Spike said, and with a quick nip to Wesley’s earlobe pulled back to give him a bit of space. “But you best hurry up. Show starts in an hour.”







Free of Spike’s embrace, Wesley took a step back. “I… yes. I’ll hurry.” He looked mildly uncomfortable, his gaze shifting from his own half naked body to his closet to Spike to the door. It would be stupid to ask Spike to wait out in the hall while he changed, wouldn’t it?







“Come on, Wes,” Spike chided, confirming Wesley’s suspicions. “Not like I’ve not seen in before. Just get your kit on and let’s get out of here.”







“Right,” Wesley agreed, and he turned his back to Spike, walking to his closet, and was proud of himself for hesitating only slightly before he let the towel drop to the floor and put on something appropriate for where they were going.







Spike watched as Wesley shyly stripped and dressed in front of him, like Spike hadn’t already seen him naked, hadn’t done such sweet, decant things to his body and had them been done right back to his. It really was in incredible turn-on, and as Spike watched Wes shimmy into a pair of rather tight-fitting jeans, he felt an uncomfortable sort of affection that he wasn’t entirely prepared to feel.







Bloke was gonna turn him soft. Or rather, back to soft. He’d just gotten out of a relationship that had cost him much more than he had ever thought possible, and he was kicking himself for starting to feel something again so quickly, when he still couldn’t work up the heart to kick his old lover out of his bed for good.







Sure, Wes was hot and sweet and funny and seemed to have half a brain, but he hadn’t been planning on getting emotionally involved with anyone this soon. Not considering he was still emotionally involved, albeit unwillingly, with the one who’d broken his heart.







Wes turned around then, looking to Spike as if for approval on his look, and it wouldn’t have mattered to Spike if Wesley had been wearing a toga, he would always approve. He looked a tad silly, Spike admitted, oversized t-shirt tucked into snug jeans, but Spike only smiled at him and closed the distance between them, taking Wesley in his arms once more, kissing him full on the mouth, and casually un-tucking the shirt from the pants with dexterous fingers, and said, “You look bloody fabulous, Wes. Come on then. Let’s hit the bar so I can show you off.”







Wesley blushed under the appraisal and the compliment, and grabbed his wallet off of his desk, stuffing it in his back pocket before walking over to meet Spike at the door and grab his jacket. “Right, lets go,” he said after stealing a quick kiss, and opened the door, gesturing for Spike to go first.







***







The show was exactly what Wesley had expected. It was loud and cramped and stuffy and smoky and not somewhere even remotely resembling any kind of place that Wesley would normally hang out. But none of that mattered, because he was with Spike.







And Spike was being extraordinarily sweet and courteous and thoughtful; getting Wesley a drink whenever he needed one, making sure that they weren’t too close or too far from the stage for Wes’s comfort, holding his hand innocently as they bobbed their bodies to the faster songs, resting his hands on Wesley’s hips from behind and placing his chin on Wesley’s shoulder, singing softly in his ear to the slow songs.







He even stared down the couple of people who had the bad sense to look at Wesley sideways, and while he didn’t normally go in for that kind of caveman mentality, it seemed to suit Spike, and made Wesley feel valued.







He was having a much better time than he had ever imagined, handsome man on his arm, commanding the attention of everyone they encountered, and Wesley didn’t mind at all that he was being treated like eye candy. He didn’t mind, because he knew it was more than just that.







Spike was showing him off just like he said he would, but there was much more behind the soft looks and gentle touches, and under everything was the feeling of happiness and affection and belonging. He belonged with Spike, for that night at least. And he liked it.







“Can I get you another drink, pet?” Spike asked, pressing his front up against Wesley’s back, tongue darting out to lick a whorl around his ear.







“I…” Wesley started, breath catching and head jerking back at the welcomed touch. “I don’t think you should have any more. You are driving after all.”







Spike chuckled and plucked the empty bottle from Wesley’s hand, putting it down on a nearby table. “I’ve only had one, love. But if it makes you feel better I won’t have another. No reason for you not to, though.” Sure, he might have been plying Wes with alcohol, might have been trying to lower his resistance, but probably not.







He was pretty sure that Wes didn’t need much convincing at this point, and he found that he was a bit hesitant to have to do any convincing in the first place. If Wesley didn’t want him, due to some sort of mental illness or whatnot, Spike was beginning to realise that he wanted to respect that.







Wesley had had three already, compared to Spike’s one, and he knew he was slightly buzzed. His brain tingled wonderfully, he felt confident and alive, and his body’s desires for the man he was with were getting harder to ignore and he was loving it. He didn’t want the feeling to end, and thought that one more drink was just what he needed.







“I don’t see why not,” he said with a decisive nod.







Spike smiled at Wesley’s response and turned to make his way to the bar, but quickly turned back around.







His tongue poked out from between his lips and he raised an eyebrow at Wesley, taking his hand and pulling them against each other. An idea had just occurred to him, and judging by the giant bulge in the crotch of his pants, Wesley seemed like might be willing to go along with it. “Why don’t you come with me to get this one, pet?”







Spike didn’t wait for an answer and didn’t let go of Wesley’s hand. They weaved through the crowd, felt themselves pushed and pulled by the wave of bodies, joined fingers tying them together.







Spike may have taken longer than was strictly necessary to get them to the bar, enjoying the writhing and grinding of the mob, and when they were almost there he veered off to the right and around a slight corner taking them out of the crowd’s immediate range.







“What are you doing, Spike?” Wesley asked. “The bar is over there.”







They weren’t strictly out of view of the rest of the room, but it was fairly dark, and Spike was pretty sure that this hallway was for employees only, so there wasn’t likely to be much traffic.







“Know where the bar is, Wes,” he said, backing Wesley gently against the wall. “But I’m suddenly thirsty for something else.”







His hand seemed to materialise out of nowhere to press hard and insistent on Wesley’s trapped erection, emphasising his point. Wesley was probably about to tell Spike to stop it, that they were in public and this could surely wait until later, but they would never know because Spike didn’t give him the chance to say anything.







The blond leaned in impossibly close, lips hovering just over Wesley’s, touching but not quite kissing, as his hand began to work Wesley’s belt loose with stilted jerks. Once that was done he slowly lowered the zipper, and then plunged his hand inside to wrap warm fingers around the thick, leaking shaft.







Wesley’s heart began to race at the thought of someone seeing them like this, but that didn’t stop him from letting Spike slowly work his pulsing erection free of the tight denim and sink to his knees before him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and through the intoxicating haze of liquor and smoke and music, Wesley let Spike swallow him down.







It didn’t take long for him to finish; less than a minute. He suspected Spike wanted it to be quick, because he had never in his life been sucked so hard or deep or with such determination, and after just a few seconds of bliss he was grabbing at Spike’s head and mumbling to himself and shooting his load down Spike’s throat.







Spike swallowed around Wesley’s cock, drinking down what he offered like it was manna from heaven. The pulses of warm fluid finally stopped and be pulled back slightly, continuing to lick and suck tenderly at the tip, milking the last of Wesley’s seed from him, and when he was sure there was nothing left he stood up, grinning and liking his lips at his sated lover like the deviant boyfriend who ate the canary. Or something else.







He tucked Wesley back into his pants, zipped him up and fixed his belt, then placed a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, smiling all the while.







“Come on, pet,” he said, grabbing the dazed man by they hand once again. “I still owe you a drink.”







***







“So,” Spike said when they had arrived back at Wesley’s room after the concert. He was feeling a little bit nervous, like a teenager dropping his girl off at the door to her parent’s house after their first date, but for the life of him he didn’t know why. He wanted Wes to invite him in, but he didn’t want to push, which was odd, considering how pushy he’d already been, both that night and the other times they’d been out.







“So,” Wesley answered, also a bit uncomfortable, because this was where they said their goodnights. He should just thank Spike for the lovely evening, kiss him and go inside, but even as that scene played out in his head he couldn’t help but think how ridiculous it was.







He knew Spike was expecting more, Wesley wanted more himself, but Lindsey was probably home, and they couldn’t very well do anything with him hanging about. And even if he and Spike were to just sit and talk or listen to music or something, it would probably be a bad idea for Spike and Lindsey to be anywhere near each other at the moment.







“I’d invite you in, but my roommate is there, and I really wouldn’t appreciate an audience,” he said, and hoped that Spike didn’t get too upset.







“No worries, love,” Spike said with a kind smile. “Another time, yeah?”







“Of course, Spike. Definitely another time.” He reached out his arms and caught the blond around the waist, pulling Spike towards him until they were flush against each other. Wesley kissed him then, hungry and powerful and wanting, and as they began to writhe against each other in the dorm hallway, cocks growing harder at the contact, they both knew what Wesley was promising.







Spike could hardly wait. He broke the kiss first, stepping back to put some space between them. “I’ll hold you to that.”







Wesley blushed under Spike’s look of desire, and felt almost giddy at the state of things. He really had had a fabulous evening, and the more time he spent with Spike the more he was getting to know and like him. He was turning out to be a very good man under that hard exterior. Now, if he could only manage to forget all about Lindsey…







“I had a wonderful time, Spike. Thank you.”







“So did I, Wes. See you soon.” He winked and turned away, and 4 seconds later disappeared down the stairwell.







***







Through the peephole, Lindsey watched Wesley’s blond jackass boyfriend walk down the hallway, idiotic swagger in his too skinny hips, and hoped he would trip, maybe bruise up that annoyingly pretty face. He reached the stairs without incident. Oh well, Lindsey knew it had been a long shot.







Wes turned towards their door once Spike was gone, and fished in his pocket for the keys, and Lindsey bolted, quietly, to his desk, flipping a random book open to a random page and picking up a highlighter. Yeah, that looked natural, like he’d been studying and not spying on his roommate’s date.







The key jiggled in the lock for a moment, and then Wesley came in, silly grin plastered on his face, and Lindsey scowled down at his desk.







Wesley’s smile faltered slightly as he saw Lindsey sitting there, alone, and he felt a twinge of unease that he’d been out having a great time while Lindsey had been home by himself, apparently studying. And looking just as gorgeous as ever, he noticed, as he took in Lindsey’s shirtless state, and the shower mussed hair that Lindsey hadn’t bothered to comb.







He felt his now softening cock twitch again at the sight, and the thoughts it provoked, but told himself to forget about it. He had Spike. He liked Spike. And Lindsey wasn’t interested anyway.







It was odd to think that only a couple of months ago he had never considered being with another boy, and in the past week he had been with two, and wanted to keep them both. He rolled his eyes at his impossible thoughts, tossed the contents of his pockets on his dresser, and flopped down on his bed, remarkably exhausted.







“So,” Lindsey started, casually, still pretending to read. “Where were you tonight?”







“Oh, just a concert, downtown,” Wesley answered lazily, letting his eyes drift shut and enjoying the sensation of Spike’s memory added to Lindsey’s voice. He didn’t mention who he’d been with. Lindsey no doubt already knew.







They were both silent for a few minutes, Wesley almost drifting off to sleep.







“You really like him, don’t you?” Lindsey asked in a near whisper, and he really wasn’t expecting an answer.







He didn’t get one for another couple of minutes.







“I.. I do,” Wesley spoke after some serious contemplation, and was mildly surprised to find that he really meant it.







Lindsey nodded to himself, as if that made some kind of decision easier.







“Night, Wes,” he said, still staring down at his desk.







“Night,” Wesley answered pleasantly.







Another minute went by in silence and Wesley spoke again.







“Lindsey?”







“Yeah?”







“Your book is upside down.”







***







Spike was a little disappointed at having to leave Wesley so soon, but he was also kind of relieved. He needed a bit of time away from Wesley to work out if these developing feelings were real and not just a substitution. Not just something to distract him from what he wanted and couldn’t let himself have, because he was too busy doling out what, in his opinion, was a suitable punishment. And speaking of punishment, he thought, as he adjusted semi-hard dick through his pants, he suddenly had somewhere he wanted to be.





TBC