[Gunnwesley] Fic : Watch the Rain (1/1), Angel
Heather Wallace
Gunnwesley@populli.net
Fri, 3 Jan 2003 15:51:55 -0000
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Title : Watch the Rain=20
Author : Gunbunny
E-Mail : kabukivice@beeb.net
Fandom : Angel
Pairing : Gunn/Wes
Rating : Sex! Unexpurgated sex! Men having sex with other men!
Summary : Gunn's not getting involved. He isn't.
Disclaimer : Joss owns 'em.
Feedback : I accept burnt offerings and alcohol.
Dedication : Jaq, for betaing and laughing at the fact that my =
vocabulary more closely=20
resembles Wesley's than Gunn's.
Archive : http://kabukivice.com/underskin , anywhere else feel free.
The light from the streetlamp glints off the wet sidewalk. Looks like =
an oil slick. Gunn's=20
read stuff and seen films where the rain comes and makes everything =
clean. Never seen it=20
himself. Not in LA, not where he could see it. Rain just makes shit =
wet. From where he's=20
sitting on the kerb, he pokes at a small puddle with his foot.
A hand on his shoulder makes him look up. Wes is crouched behind him, =
said hand gripping=20
Gunn's shoulder. Gunn bets Wes has seen the kind of rain that makes =
everything clean. =20
Shit, he comes from a country where it rains all the fucking time as it =
is, though all the films=20
he's seen of English towns just make them look grey and depressed. =
No-one shoots shit=20
about being happy in England. It's all gotta be depressing, especially =
if you inhabit=20
soap-land. Seems you're not allowed to live anywhere that's not =
depressing if you're in a=20
soap in England. Wes' voice interrupts his train of thought again. =
"Are you coming inside=20
or have you decided to live out your life on the pavement?"
Gunn nods. "It's got potential."
"Living on the pavement or coming inside? Because inside, we have =
surfaces to sit on that=20
aren't wet." Wes replies, straightening, and somehow that's making Gunn =
straighten and=20
get up with him. The invisible pull gets him to follow Wes inside, too, =
and the little voice in=20
the back of his skull points out that he's got no other business =
possible in this part of town=20
except to go see Wes.
Once inside, they follow the pre-marked route, made easy with practice, =
of pulling off shirts=20
and pressing bodies together, hands grasping hot and heavy on skin, =
kisses rough and=20
wet, grading to climaxes pulled out of them both either silently or =
accompanied by cries,=20
depending on the mood and how it goes. Afterwards, they normally =
collapse side by side,=20
sleeping it off.
This time, Gunn wakes up - probably a siren in the distance that didn't =
jibe with whatever=20
he was dreaming about - and can't just shake it off and close his eyes =
again. He pushes=20
himself up to sitting, swinging his legs out of the bed, and goes to =
stare out the window. =20
The rain's beating down outside, a steady fall of water from the sky. =
He forces himself not=20
to glance back at the bed, where he knows Wes'll be looking damn =
fuckable. He looks=20
fuckable most of the day and night, but at the moment, Gunn can =
guarantee that his face'll=20
be soft, having lost most of the hardness it's gained over the past few =
years. Cordy and=20
Angel can tell him endless stories of a naive Wesley Wyndham-Price who =
wouldn't say boo=20
to a goose, that fainted when presented with anything remotely scary and =
would give it up=20
at the slightest mention of pain. He wouldn't recognise that Wesley, =
because the Wes he=20
first met was the one who'd already been carved up with a knife and =
broken glass by a=20
psychotic bitch. Sure, there was still a stutter and shit, but the =
current version is so far=20
removed from the Wes he first met, you could mistake them for different =
people. Gunn=20
wants to watch the rain for the moment, and let it wipe all thoughts of =
emotion from his=20
head. Gunn can handle straight sex, given at any time he wants it, with =
some tentative=20
no-questions-asked camaraderie thrown in. Tells himself it's what he =
needs at the moment.=20
Tells himself he doesn't want to deal with shit like snuggling. He sure =
isn't going to think of=20
the warm feeling he gets sometimes during the post-sex lethargy.
Because this is better than what he once had. The last thing he wants =
to think of is the=20
way his heart crashed and burned when Fred told him it just wasn't going =
to work out. =20
He'd loved her, let himself really love someone for the first time, shut =
the reality of the=20
world around them out enough to forget his damn *job* when he was =
absorbed in her. =20
Doing that had almost got them killed a couple of times. He'd been so =
wrapped up in it that=20
he'd defended those mistakes to other people. But now she's gone. Once =
it was clear that=20
she wasn't going to come back to him, that she'd found a nice college =
professor who wasn't=20
going to interfere with the job, and who knew what she was talking about =
when she=20
started going on about mechanical whosit and formulae. Who had more =
qualifications than=20
just knowing how to kill demons. She hasn't left AI, but she's not =
having anything more to=20
do with him beyond work-colleague shit.
--Two months ago--
Fred had made it clear that she didn't think the relationship was going =
anywhere. Which is=20
why he ended up in that bar, trying to drown his sorrows. He was far =
enough gone that he=20
wasn't that surprised when from behind him Wes asked in tones of =
sarcastic greeting.
"Little out of your way, isn't it? I never thought you'd end up in one =
of these."
"Life shits on us all, Wes. Now fuck off."=20
Dry chuckle as he draws up the other chair to the table without asking. =
"That tone indicates=20
it's either women trouble or getting fired. Since I haven't heard of =
Darla resurrecting=20
anytime recently, I'd say the most likely one is women trouble. Am I =
right?"
"Yeah, you're right. Fred dumped me."
"My condolences." The waitress comes up. "Bring the bottle over."
"Sir, he's a little..." She protests.
"It's for both of us. And we're quite capable of taking the full =
consequences of alcohol=20
poisoning upon our own heads, I assure you."
So he and Wes drink. And when it's time to throw them out, Wes =
stretches. "I have more=20
alcohol back at my flat. Coming?"
Gunn nods, gets up, his brain not yet blurred enough for his liking and =
follows Wes out. =20
They walk down the streets. He'd forgotten how close this place was to =
Wes' apartment.
Inside, Wes heads for the fridge. "Beer?"
"Yeah. 'S good." Gunn collapses on the couch, craning his head back to =
look round this=20
apartment he hasn't been to in months. Used to be round here every =
other night, before=20
all that shit went down. Hasn't changed much. Over in the corner =
there's an office vibe. =20
Signs of Wes being organised and making it on his own.
Wes comes back with the beer and sits down next to him. They drink for =
a little,=20
wordlessly, until that can's finished. Wes looks over, about to ask if =
Gunn wants another,=20
when Gunn pulls him into a kiss. Wes stills for a second, responds - =
damn, the man's a=20
good kisser - and pulls back, seamlessly. "Are you entirely sure this =
is what you want?"
"Shut the fuck up, Wes." Gunn replies, gripping the front of Wes' =
sweater and pulling him=20
back in. He's trying not to come off as desperate as he shoves his =
tongue into Wes' mouth,=20
trying to use the flavour of Wes' mouth to distract himself. Whisky and =
a complete absence=20
of tacos. Other food, but no tacos. That's what's important. The =
stubble and thinner lips=20
are even better than the lack of tacos at reminding himself that this =
isn't Fred, will never be=20
Fred. Never mind the superficial resemblances he's had pointed out to =
him before. Mostly=20
by his ex-gang and Cordy. Gunn can accept that, though. So he's got =
some turn-ons. =20
Skinny white brunettes with glasses, big brains and an accent. There's =
worse things. He's=20
heard that the Slayer in Sunnydale's major weakness is vamps, and that's =
just fucked-up=20
beyond belief.
Eventually Wes pulls them to their feet and backs Gunn towards his =
bedroom. They miss=20
slightly, ending up against the wall next to the door. Wes' hands slide =
into the back of his=20
trousers, cupping his ass and grinding up against Gunn. The feel of the =
hard, hot length of=20
cock against his own makes Gunn gasp at the shock of it, causing Wes to =
bite his lower lip=20
gently. But it feels so damn good, so he grinds back. He wants this. =
Never done it before=20
with a guy, but it's not that different, right?
Gunn slides his hand under Wes' sweater, feeling soft skin and the =
raised lines of scars. =20
Lots of scars. Wes' hands on his skin are rough, slender fingers and =
palms covered in=20
calluses - the kind you get from regular gun, axe and sword use. Pen =
calluses on the side=20
of his third finger and thumb on his right hand. Just different enough =
so he can't confuse=20
him with anyone else.
Wes bites his way down Gunn's neck, worrying his collarbone. Tugs at =
Gunn's shirt. "This is=20
coming off." Gunn nods, grabs the bottom and peels it off to drop on the =
floor. When it's=20
off, he's suddenly kissed into the wall so his head and body make an =
audible thunk against=20
it, only to be jerked forward again. He reaches out his hands in an =
attempt to steady=20
himself and encounters bare flesh. His brain registers the fact that =
Wes must've taken his=20
sweater off, while Gunn was engaged in taking his shirt off. However, =
he's left no time to=20
think as he's being jerked forward again, his feet stumbling to catch up =
and bumping into=20
Wes' feet as they try to get some balance.
Onto the bed and Wes is frantically fumbling with their belts and =
zippers, shoving their=20
jeans and boxers down for access. Gunn catches his hips and pulls him =
onto the bed,=20
where they roll a couple of times until Gunn's on top, and they're =
grinding against each=20
other in an easy motion until Wes suddenly grabs his hips and stops him. =
Flips them over,=20
scoots himself up so he's crouched over Gunn. One more suck on Gunn's =
lower lip, then=20
Wes is rummaging in the side draw. There's the sound of foil tearing, =
and oh, fuck - but=20
Gunn asked for this, he started it, and no matter what, Wes hasn't ever =
hurt him. Guess he=20
can trust him in this. He kicks his jeans the rest of the way off from =
where they were still=20
tangled round his legs.
There's pressure at his ass, Wes' other hand's rubbing at his stomach, =
palm pressed down=20
so it's half soothing, half arousing. He feels one finger slick with =
something slide in,=20
followed by another, and Gunn's forcing himself to relax as Wes scissors =
his fingers to=20
stretch him. Wes removes his fingers after what seems like ages, and =
presses himself right=20
up against him, arranging Gunn's legs around his waist so they don't get =
in the way, then=20
Gunn gets the burn as Wes pushes in. It's difficult not to wince - the =
fingers were okay, but=20
this is bigger. With the wince, Wes leans forward to kiss him again, =
this time using the kiss=20
as a soothing gesture, stubble rasping against Gunn's cheek. Wes' hand =
that was on his=20
chest moves up to stroke Gunn's jaw, waiting for him to relax. When the =
pain starts to=20
recede, he nods, to tell Wes to start moving.
It's fucking odd, but after a bit it feels great, something he wants =
more of, faster and now. =20
He squeezes Wes' waist with his thighs, moving his hands down to grip =
Wes' ass. Wes=20
gets the picture and starts moving faster. There's echoes in that of =
the way they used to=20
be able to communicate wordlessly, before other people came on the =
scene. A little=20
movement in the right way and you just know what's wanted or needed =
without a word=20
being said. The thrusting and friction combine to carry him away, and =
he vaguely registers=20
Wes coming a few moments after him before he blacks out.
---End flashback---
Gunn woke up after the first time to find Wes arranged against him and =
the sheets drawn=20
up to waist level. When Wes woke up, there wasn't any discomfort, or =
many words spoken=20
at all, just acceptance, and Gunn was pretty sure that he was welcome =
any time after that. =20
The next couple of times confirmed it, when he showed up with a movie - =
one of the=20
spaghetti westerns, he thinks - and during one of the quiet bits, they =
started making out=20
on the couch, pretty quickly moving to a place where two guys easily =
over six foot could do=20
it comfortably. Sometimes when he's come over, there's been no sex, but =
that's normally=20
because they're exhausted from whatever they've been doing earlier in =
the day or night.
A sound from the bed makes Gunn look back. Wes has woken up - you can =
tell that by the=20
way he's shaking himself out a bit. Yeah, he's got the soft look going =
on, but it's starting to=20
recede as he becomes fully conscious, the defences go up, and the =
memories and=20
experience flood back in. He ignores the slight twinge in his stomach, =
and stares out at the=20
rain again.
A moment later, Wes asks from the bed, "Do you see anything out there?"
"Nope, just rain." Gunn replies, getting up and moving back to the bed, =
sliding back under the sheets so he's touching Wes again.
"Mmm-hmm." Wes answers distractedly, reaching out a hand to trace =
designs on the base=20
of Gunn's spine. Pretty soon after, he's dozing again, leaving Gunn to =
watch the rain.=20
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<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Title : Watch the Rain <BR>Author :=20
Gunbunny<BR>E-Mail : <A=20
href=3D"mailto:kabukivice@beeb.net">kabukivice@beeb.net</A><BR>Fandom :=20
Angel<BR>Pairing : Gunn/Wes<BR>Rating : Sex! Unexpurgated =
sex! Men=20
having sex with other men!<BR>Summary : Gunn's not getting =
involved. He=20
isn't.<BR>Disclaimer : Joss owns 'em.<BR>Feedback : I accept burnt =
offerings and=20
alcohol.<BR>Dedication : Jaq, for betaing and laughing at the fact that =
my=20
vocabulary more closely </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>resembles Wesley's than =
Gunn's.<BR>Archive : <A=20
href=3D"http://kabukivice.com/underskin">http://kabukivice.com/underskin<=
/A> ,=20
anywhere else feel free.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>The light from the streetlamp glints =
off the wet=20
sidewalk. Looks like an oil slick. Gunn's </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>read stuff and seen films where the =
rain comes and=20
makes everything clean. Never seen it </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>himself. Not in LA, not where he =
could see=20
it. Rain just makes shit wet. From where he's </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>sitting on the kerb, he pokes at a =
small puddle=20
with his foot.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>A hand on his shoulder makes him look =
up. Wes=20
is crouched behind him, said hand gripping </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Gunn's shoulder. Gunn bets Wes =
has seen the=20
kind of rain that makes everything clean. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Shit, he comes from a country where it =
rains all=20
the fucking time as it is, though all the films </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>he's seen of English towns just make =
them look grey=20
and depressed. No-one shoots shit </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>about being happy in England. =
It's all gotta=20
be depressing, especially if you inhabit </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>soap-land. Seems you're not =
allowed to live=20
anywhere that's not depressing if you're in a </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>soap in England. Wes' voice =
interrupts his=20
train of thought again. "Are you coming inside </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>or have you decided to live out your =
life on the=20
pavement?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Gunn nods. "It's got =
potential."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"Living on the pavement or coming =
inside? =20
Because inside, we have surfaces to sit on that </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>aren't wet." Wes replies, =
straightening, and=20
somehow that's making Gunn straighten and </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>get up with him. The invisible =
pull gets him=20
to follow Wes inside, too, and the little voice in </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>the back of his skull points out that =
he's got no=20
other business possible in this part of town </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>except to go see Wes.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Once inside, they follow the pre-marked =
route, made=20
easy with practice, of pulling off shirts </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>and pressing bodies together, hands =
grasping hot=20
and heavy on skin, kisses rough and </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>wet, grading to climaxes pulled out of =
them both=20
either silently or accompanied by cries, </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>depending on the mood and how it =
goes. =20
Afterwards, they normally collapse side by side, </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>sleeping it off.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>This time, Gunn wakes up - probably a =
siren in the=20
distance that didn't jibe with whatever </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>he was dreaming about - and can't just =
shake it off=20
and close his eyes again. He pushes </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>himself up to sitting, swinging his =
legs out of the=20
bed, and goes to stare out the window. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>The rain's beating down outside, a =
steady fall of=20
water from the sky. He forces himself not </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>to glance back at the bed, where he =
knows Wes'll be=20
looking damn fuckable. He looks </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>fuckable most of the day and night, but =
at the=20
moment, Gunn can guarantee that his face'll </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>be soft, having lost most of the =
hardness it's=20
gained over the past few years. Cordy and </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Angel can tell him endless stories of a =
naive=20
Wesley Wyndham-Price who wouldn't say boo </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>to a goose, that fainted when presented =
with=20
anything remotely scary and would give it up </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>at the slightest mention of pain. =
He wouldn't=20
recognise that Wesley, because the Wes he </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>first met was the one who'd already =
been carved up=20
with a knife and broken glass by a </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>psychotic bitch. Sure, there was =
still a=20
stutter and shit, but the current version is so far </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>removed from the Wes he first met, you =
could=20
mistake them for different people. Gunn </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>wants to watch the rain for the moment, =
and let it=20
wipe all thoughts of emotion from his </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>head. Gunn can handle straight =
sex, given at=20
any time he wants it, with some tentative </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>no-questions-asked camaraderie thrown =
in. Tells=20
himself it's what he needs at the moment. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Tells himself he doesn't want to deal =
with shit=20
like snuggling. He sure isn't going to think of </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>the warm feeling he gets sometimes =
during the=20
post-sex lethargy.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Because this is better than what he =
once had. =20
The last thing he wants to think of is the </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>way his heart crashed and burned when =
Fred told him=20
it just wasn't going to work out. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>He'd loved her, let himself really love =
someone for=20
the first time, shut the reality of the </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>world around them out enough to forget =
his damn=20
*job* when he was absorbed in her. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Doing that had almost got them killed a =
couple of=20
times. He'd been so wrapped up in it that </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>he'd defended those mistakes to other =
people. =20
But now she's gone. Once it was clear that </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>she wasn't going to come back to him, =
that she'd=20
found a nice college professor who wasn't </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>going to interfere with the job, and =
who knew what=20
she was talking about when she </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>started going on about mechanical =
whosit and=20
formulae. Who had more qualifications than </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>just knowing how to kill demons. =
She hasn't=20
left AI, but she's not having anything more to </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>do with him beyond work-colleague=20
shit.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>--Two months ago--</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Fred had made it clear that she didn't =
think the=20
relationship was going anywhere. Which is </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>why he ended up in that bar, trying to =
drown his=20
sorrows. He was far enough gone that he </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>wasn't that surprised when from behind =
him Wes=20
asked in tones of sarcastic greeting.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"Little out of your way, isn't =
it? I never=20
thought you'd end up in one of these."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"Life shits on us all, Wes. Now =
fuck off."=20
</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Dry chuckle as he draws up the other =
chair to the=20
table without asking. "That tone indicates </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>it's either women trouble or getting =
fired. =20
Since I haven't heard of Darla resurrecting </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>anytime recently, I'd say the most =
likely one is=20
women trouble. Am I right?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"Yeah, you're right. Fred dumped=20
me."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"My condolences." The waitress comes =
up. "Bring the=20
bottle over."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"Sir, he's a little..." She =
protests.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"It's for both of us. And we're =
quite capable=20
of taking the full consequences of alcohol </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>poisoning upon our own heads, I assure=20
you."</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>So he and Wes drink. And when =
it's time to=20
throw them out, Wes stretches. "I have more </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>alcohol back at my flat. =20
Coming?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Gunn nods, gets up, his brain not yet =
blurred=20
enough for his liking and follows Wes out. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>They walk down the streets. He'd =
forgotten=20
how close this place was to Wes' apartment.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Inside, Wes heads for the fridge.=20
"Beer?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"Yeah. 'S good." Gunn =
collapses on the=20
couch, craning his head back to look round this </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>apartment he hasn't been to in =
months. Used=20
to be round here every other night, before </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>all that shit went down. Hasn't =
changed=20
much. Over in the corner there's an office vibe. =
</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Signs of Wes being organised and making =
it on his=20
own.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Wes comes back with the beer and sits =
down next to=20
him. They drink for a little, </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>wordlessly, until that can's =
finished. Wes=20
looks over, about to ask if Gunn wants another, </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>when Gunn pulls him into a kiss. =
Wes stills=20
for a second, responds - damn, the man's a </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>good kisser - and pulls back, =
seamlessly. =20
"Are you entirely sure this is what you want?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"Shut the fuck up, Wes." Gunn replies, =
gripping the=20
front of Wes' sweater and pulling him </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>back in. He's trying not to come =
off as=20
desperate as he shoves his tongue into Wes' mouth, </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>trying to use the flavour of Wes' mouth =
to distract=20
himself. Whisky and a complete absence </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>of tacos. Other food, but no =
tacos. =20
That's what's important. The stubble and thinner lips =
</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>are even better than the lack of tacos =
at reminding=20
himself that this isn't Fred, will never be </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Fred. Never mind the superficial =
resemblances=20
he's had pointed out to him before. Mostly </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>by his ex-gang and Cordy. Gunn =
can accept=20
that, though. So he's got some turn-ons. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Skinny white brunettes with glasses, =
big brains and=20
an accent. There's worse things. He's </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>heard that the Slayer in Sunnydale's =
major weakness=20
is vamps, and that's just fucked-up </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>beyond belief.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Eventually Wes pulls them to their feet =
and backs=20
Gunn towards his bedroom. They miss </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>slightly, ending up against the wall =
next to the=20
door. Wes' hands slide into the back of his </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>trousers, cupping his ass and grinding =
up against=20
Gunn. The feel of the hard, hot length of </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>cock against his own makes Gunn gasp at =
the shock=20
of it, causing Wes to bite his lower lip </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>gently. But it feels so damn =
good, so he=20
grinds back. He wants this. Never done it before =
</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>with a guy, but it's not that =
different,=20
right?</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Gunn slides his hand under Wes' =
sweater, feeling=20
soft skin and the raised lines of scars. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Lots of scars. Wes' hands on his =
skin are=20
rough, slender fingers and palms covered in </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>calluses - the kind you get from =
regular gun, axe=20
and sword use. Pen calluses on the side </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>of his third finger and thumb on his =
right=20
hand. Just different enough so he can't confuse </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>him with anyone else.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Wes bites his way down Gunn's neck, =
worrying his=20
collarbone. Tugs at Gunn's shirt. "This is </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>coming off." Gunn nods, grabs the =
bottom and peels=20
it off to drop on the floor. When it's </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>off, he's suddenly kissed into the wall =
so his head=20
and body make an audible thunk against </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>it, only to be jerked forward =
again. He=20
reaches out his hands in an attempt to steady </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>himself and encounters bare =
flesh. His brain=20
registers the fact that Wes must've taken his </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>sweater off, while Gunn was engaged in =
taking his=20
shirt off. However, he's left no time to </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>think as he's being jerked forward =
again, his feet=20
stumbling to catch up and bumping into </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Wes' feet as they try to get some=20
balance.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Onto the bed and Wes is frantically =
fumbling with=20
their belts and zippers, shoving their </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>jeans and boxers down for access. =
Gunn=20
catches his hips and pulls him onto the bed, </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>where they roll a couple of times until =
Gunn's on=20
top, and they're grinding against each </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>other in an easy motion until Wes =
suddenly grabs=20
his hips and stops him. Flips them over, </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>scoots himself up so he's crouched over =
Gunn. =20
One more suck on Gunn's lower lip, then </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Wes is rummaging in the side =
draw. There's=20
the sound of foil tearing, and oh, fuck - but </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Gunn asked for this, he started it, and =
no matter=20
what, Wes hasn't ever hurt him. Guess he </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>can trust him in this. He kicks =
his jeans the=20
rest of the way off from where they were still </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>tangled round his legs.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>There's pressure at his ass, Wes' other =
hand's=20
rubbing at his stomach, palm pressed down </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>so it's half soothing, half =
arousing. He=20
feels one finger slick with something slide in, </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>followed by another, and Gunn's forcing =
himself to=20
relax as Wes scissors his fingers to </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>stretch him. Wes removes his =
fingers after=20
what seems like ages, and presses himself right </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>up against him, arranging Gunn's legs =
around his=20
waist so they don't get in the way, then </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Gunn gets the burn as Wes pushes =
in. It's=20
difficult not to wince - the fingers were okay, but </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>this is bigger. With the wince, =
Wes leans=20
forward to kiss him again, this time using the kiss </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>as a soothing gesture, stubble rasping =
against=20
Gunn's cheek. Wes' hand that was on his </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>chest moves up to stroke Gunn's jaw, =
waiting for=20
him to relax. When the pain starts to </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>recede, he nods, to tell Wes to start=20
moving.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>It's fucking odd, but after a bit it =
feels great,=20
something he wants more of, faster and now. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>He squeezes Wes' waist with his thighs, =
moving his=20
hands down to grip Wes' ass. Wes </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>gets the picture and starts moving =
faster. =20
There's echoes in that of the way they used to </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>be able to communicate wordlessly, =
before other=20
people came on the scene. A little </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>movement in the right way and you just =
know what's=20
wanted or needed without a word </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>being said. The thrusting and =
friction=20
combine to carry him away, and he vaguely registers </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Wes coming a few moments after him =
before he blacks=20
out.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>---End flashback---</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Gunn woke up after the first time to =
find Wes=20
arranged against him and the sheets drawn </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>up to waist level. When Wes woke =
up, there=20
wasn't any discomfort, or many words spoken </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>at all, just acceptance, and Gunn was =
pretty sure=20
that he was welcome any time after that. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>The next couple of times confirmed it, =
when he=20
showed up with a movie - one of the </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>spaghetti westerns, he thinks - and =
during one of=20
the quiet bits, they started making out </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>on the couch, pretty quickly moving to =
a place=20
where two guys easily over six foot could do </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>it comfortably. Sometimes when =
he's come=20
over, there's been no sex, but that's normally </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>because they're exhausted from whatever =
they've=20
been doing earlier in the day or night.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>A sound from the bed makes Gunn look =
back. =20
Wes has woken up - you can tell that by the </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>way he's shaking himself out a =
bit. Yeah,=20
he's got the soft look going on, but it's starting to </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>recede as he becomes fully conscious, =
the defences=20
go up, and the memories and </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>experience flood back in. He =
ignores the=20
slight twinge in his stomach, and stares out at the </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>rain again.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>A moment later, Wes asks from the bed, =
"Do you see=20
anything out there?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"Nope, just rain." Gunn replies, =
getting up and=20
moving back to the bed, sliding back under </FONT><FONT face=3DArial =
size=3D2>the=20
sheets so he's touching Wes again.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>"Mmm-hmm." Wes answers distractedly, =
reaching out a=20
hand to trace designs on the base </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>of Gunn's spine. Pretty soon =
after, he's=20
dozing again, leaving Gunn to watch the rain. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
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