Companion to Irresistible When You... Get That Look in Your Eyes

Pairing: Gunn/Wes
This takes place between parts 5 and 6. Heh, so while Angel and Spike and Spike/Angel/Xander and Angel and Spike are getting it on Wes and Gunn are too.

Oh, there's, umm...dominating-ish stuff in this. Not much, but...still. Thought I should warn, just in case

Beta'd by kitty_poker1.

Ownership

by
Eyezrthewindows

Wesley walked stiffly, still sporting the erection he'd had since Spike had...wrongfully tried to seduce him. He was fuming in silence, jealousy raging inside. He'd rather be alone to vent his frustrations in the proper British manner but Gunn was shadowing him.

Gunn followed despite how cold Wesley was acting, wishing he'd brought a jacket.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, Wes, but it ain't cool. It's like..." Gunn stopped beside Wesley's modest, used Sedan. "It's like you're a jealous lover." He was brought up short by his own suggestion and by how Wesley froze. He stared, wide-eyed and blinking rapidly, gaze fixed on the man who was suddenly refusing to look at him.

"I'm no such thing. Jealous," Wesley scoffed, fumbling with his key ring, eyes flitting anywhere but in Gunn's direction. "Your rash assumptions are far from the truth, Gunn. I can't believe you're accusing me of something like that. It's completely false."

Gunn watched Wesley finally find the right key, try to insert it, and end up dropping the whole set onto the asphalt.

With a sigh, the flustered Englishman started to kneel for them.

Gunn intercepted his goal, taking the keys and unlocking the door easily with a smirk.

Wesley stood regally, chest thrust out, erection obscene and throbbing almost visibly beneath his wrinkled trousers. It had never truly gone down, not even when he'd gone to get Angel, and had returned full force once he'd found Gunn with Spike. He wouldn't bother to be embarrassed, though. It was a normal male response, after all.

"Thank you," Wesley stated politely, holding out his hand. "Now, if you'll be so kind as to hand those over...I'll be going."

Gunn closed his fingers around the keys and held them at shoulder height, out of his reach, teasing, eyes narrowed. "Nuh uh. Not till you 'fess up to the jealous thing. I saw how you were looking at me in there. Just admit it, already."

"Will admitting it get me my keys back?"

Gunn grinned, holding the keys away from the twitching fingers of Wesley's now raised hand. "Maybe. We'll just have to see, won't we?"

Wesley sighed, dropping his hands to his side. He knew he'd never get them without causing a scene. "Why are you so adamant? This is embarrassing."

An ebony eyebrow arched. "Thinking about me like that's embarrassing? Make a brother feel loved, why don't you?"

Blue eyes widened and Wesley hurried to assure Gunn, "Oh, no! It's not that at all! Please, just give me my keys so I can leave. So I can leave this whole bloody awful day behind."

The desperate longing must have struck a chord within Gunn because he gently took Wesley's hand and pressed the keys into his palm with a lingering touch. "I'm going with you, though."

Wesley frowned as Gunn stepped closer. He held his breath and fought the need to move away. "Why?"

"Because," Gunn said cryptically, pushing Wesley into the side of his car with his own body.

Wesley clutched the keys in his hand absently, bringing both up to try to weakly fend off Gunn. His eyes were wide and surprised behind his glasses, unblinking. Wesley proceeded to watch the other man move closer and closer until he had to shut his eyes or cross them. The keys were hot against his palm, cut into his flesh, but he dared not move because this was momentous and that might cause a distraction.

Gunn's lips caressed his lightly and then moved more firmly against Wesley's. Wesley groaned, almost immediately melting into the larger man's body. Gunn kissed him breathless, with a hint of tongue, just a taste of what could be, and then stepped back, grinning and looking very pleased with himself.

"See?"

"Erm, right. Get in." Wesley gestured with an unsteady hand, dazed and flushed.

Gunn winked and walked around the car, then waited.

"What are you waiting for?" The flustered Englishman asked, still breathing hard.

"For you to unlock the damn door."

"Oh. Oh!" He opened the driver's side door and pressed the unlocking mechanism.

Gunn pulled the door open and crawled inside and Wesley did the same.

The car wasn't big enough for the both of them, it seemed. The space felt confined, stifled. The scent of desire was thick and almost too much.

Wesley felt Gunn's presence far more than he ever had.

"You gonna start the car or what?"

Wesley shook himself from his thoughts, then pushed the key into the ignition. The car started with a slight whine and then settled into an almost smooth purr.

The ride to Wesley's flat was silent despite their new found attraction and almost-admissions.

Wesley's body was tense, his fingers clenched bone-white around the steering wheel.

Gunn, on the other hand, was as relaxed and carefree as you please. He didn't appear at all nervous. He was as spread out as he could be on his side of the car, legs open wide, body slumped into the seat.

Wesley envied him while at the same time hated the bastard for being such a cool customer.

He parked the car in his assigned parking slot and they got into the lift without any problem.

The ride up, however, was full of tension and silence.

Gunn scuffed the toe of his boot on the faded carpet, hands tucked in the over-sized pockets of his baggy jeans for lack of anything better to do with them. "Umm, so..."

Wesley arched an eyebrow at the first indication of Gunn being anything other than completely at ease with what was happening. At least he wasn't the only one unsettled. "So...what?"

Gunn rolled his eyes, the doors dinged and a little old lady with a Maltese wearing pig-tails in pink barrettes shuffled in with them. She smiled and propped herself up with her cane. The little hairy dog blinked liquid black eyes sadly at the inhumanity of his feminine appearance and sat down as far from the little woman as he could.

"What floor, Mrs. Randell?"

"Ground floor, Wesley, please."

They were stuck with her until they were let off and when the doors shut on her prying, surprisingly chipper and knowing eyes, Wesley couldn't have been more relieved.

His shoulders sagged as he walked down the hall to his apartment. He successfully unlocked this door and they proceeded inside.

The closing of the door -- a decisive, momentously loud click -- defined the moment.

Wesley cleared his throat, suddenly aware the mood had changed into something far more serious than he'd anticipated. "Would you like some tea? I might have some American beer in the fridge..."

Gunn sighed, grabbed Wesley and hauled him over to the shabby couch forcibly. "Sit down. We gotta talk before we do anything else. Alcohol ain't gonna help, okay?"

"O-okay." Wesley's throat squeaked as he swallowed. "What shall we talk about?"

"As if you don't know," Gunn snorted. "All the shit that's happening. It's all because of blondie vampire...well, it started it, I guess...but still. We were doing the repressing thing, weren't we? Before that, I mean."

"Let us get something straight first."

"Shoot."

Wesley turned to Gunn and looked him in the eye, solidly, for the first time since their encounter in the office. "There will be no more sex with Spike. No more ogling him, no more touching, no more dirty, secret thoughts about doing naughty things with and/or to him. Is that clear?"

Gunn's eyebrows shot up his smooth, dark forehead. "Say what? Are you tellin' me what to do? Homey don't play that, Wes. You might be higher up than me on the office totem pole but that don't mean--"

Wesley's eyes sharpened and he edged closer. He closed in on Gunn and boxed him in against the arm of the couch and the back, suddenly becoming intimidating and imposing. He whispered, breathing against the side of Gunn's arched neck, "I know you understand me, Charles. I'd like to think I'm being perfectly clear on the matter. I don't like to share. I won't. I've had enough of playing second fiddle to others. I want something that's my own...and I'd rather like that to be you."

Dark eyes flew up to meet clear blue ones when Wesley moved his head back slightly. "You're a closet dom, aren't you?"

"Nothing about me is in the closet. I just prefer a little...discretion."

"Right..."

"Do you understand me? If we're to be...anything. Starting a relationship, a...buddy fuck, I don't want to share you with anyone else."

Gunn swallowed hard, the heat building in his balls causing him to shift. "I really don't think that'll be a problem."

Wesley smiled, a smile full of steel and dark promises. "Very good."

Gunn should've known he'd be in for something different when Wesley told him that he was his and wouldn't abide him being with anyone else. But he was cool with it. He didn't mind a little possessiveness.

As long as it got him a hot mouth around his cock and a warm palm cupping his balls like they were now.

He groaned and eased his thighs open wider.

When Wesley took the opportunity to sneakily press a finger into his ass with the aid of just his own saliva, Gunn nearly had to scrape himself off the ceiling when his prostate was nudged and then caressed firmly.

"Would you like me to bring you off this way or...?"

Gunn mustered up enough brain cells and energy to ask, while panting breathlessly, "Or what? And why'd you stop?"

Wesley pulled down on Gunn's scrotum almost to the point of causing pain. "Listen. The other choice. I could bugger you and make you cum that way."

"Fuck me?"

"I was hoping you'd choose that one."

Wesley rolled Gunn over, lubricated them both and eased inside his backside with just a little effort. Gunn was tight, nearly too tight, and Wesley had to take special care not to hurt or tear him.

He wanted Gunn to need him to do this again and again.

Wesley pressed himself firmly up against Gunn's quivering back, kissed the dark flesh, smoothed his hands over it and down the other man's body as he waited for Gunn to relax.

Gunn took a shaky breath, clenched muscles beginning to relax. "Okay."

Wesley began a slow in and out motion, sawing back and forth, sucking a fiery trail up Gunn's spine and across his shoulder. He pushed himself up on his elbow so he could watch himself fuck and touch the other man. He gripped Gunn's hip with a long-fingered hand.

Gunn gasped when one of Wesley's enthusiastic thrusts put his cockhead in contact with his prostate and spread the leg crooked up in front of him a little further to get Wesley more firmly inside. "Please," he whispered, arching backward, eyelids fluttering shut.

"That's right, Charles, beg for me."

Wesley slowed down and fucked him softly, gently, barely thrusting.

Gunn didn't like that at all. He needed more.

He tried to slam back, gripping the mattress for leverage in front of him. "Wesley!"

Blue eyes were shrewd and narrowed with pleasure as he slid his hand up a quivering stomach and wrapped his arm around Gunn's waist to pull him flush against his body. "What?"

"Fuck me, dammit!"

"I am. Don't you feel me?"

Wesley stabbed into him extra hard once before returning to the steady, slow pace intended to drive the other man insane.

"Harder, faster, whatever. I don't want slow and soft. Not this time."

Wesley grinned into the back of Gunn's neck and ran delicate fingertips of Gunn's swollen shaft. He watched his pale flesh against Gunn's, disappearing into him before reappearing again. It was erotic, the differences in colour and texture, watching himself fucking into Gunn. "Not this time, eh? Maybe the next, then."

Gunn groaned at the implications of the word 'next' and then arched his ass back as Wesley began to pound into him just as he wanted.

"God, yeah. Fuck. Just like that."

Wesley pressed open-mouthed kisses against Gunn's throat, his neck, the back of his smooth head. The forearm he'd been leaning on started to weaken and tremble while he fucked into him with increasingly hard motions. "You like me inside you, don't you? Fucking you, possessing you, making you mine..."

"Yes!" Gunn nearly yelled, hips jerking back and forth, arms braced to keep himself from being shoved across the bed by Wesley's nearly brutal thrusts.

"Tell me, Charles. Tell me who's fucking you. Who's got his cock up your ass so deep you can nearly taste it in the back of your throat? Who's giving you what you need?"

"Ungh! You do! You are!"

"Charles," Wesley reprimanded, rolling his hips in a circular motion. "Semantics, darling."

"I don't know how you can talk like you got a fucking thesaurus out in front of you when you're fucking me like this," Gunn complained, arching his neck so that Wesley had better access and gasping when Wesley stroked his cock with a teasing, light touch.

"It's a talent," Wesley said, simply. "Now, tell me. Who's fucking you?"

"Wesley! You are!"

"Good boy," Wesley breathed against dark, perspiring skin. "And good boys get rewards, don't they?"

"I sure as hell hope so."

Wesley chuckled and began to stroke Gunn in time with his driving thrusts. Before long Gunn was clamping down around Wesley's prick and tensing as he came over a pale fist and onto the bed sheets.

Wesley watched over a heaving, brown shoulder pace slowing slightly so he wouldn't miss a thing, and then raised his hand to lick some of Gunn's essence from his fingers. "Tasty," he murmured.

Gunn only groaned, eyes shut as his body quivered against and around Wesley.

Muffling a cry in the back of Gunn's neck, Wesley surged forward at the waist and shot his own orgasm into the unmoving, panting man.

Gunn lay on his back, Wesley draped over him like a pale, bare-skinned Englishman rug, with an arm wrapped around the dozing body.

"You got issues, you know that?"

Wesley started, waking from his drowsing state. "Hmm?"

Gunn chuckled, shifting. "The pain in my ass says you got issues."

Wesley flushed. "I suppose...but then don't we all?"

"Ain't that the truth?"

"I did mean it, though...no one has you but me."

Gunn ran his large hand up Wesley's arm. "Still don't have a problem with that."

Wesley pressed a gentle kiss to the skin above one of Gunn's nipples. "That's good. You're such a good boy."

Here Endeth the Story

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