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mimesereUnderneath it all, Gunn is naked.
That's hardly a surprise, what with reality and all, and Wesley finds himself shoving layers of clothing out of his way frantically. He wants to feel something warm against his hands. Something warm, something soft, something vulnerable.
There's so little of that left in his life.
Gunn mutters something against Wesley's neck, but Wesley is paying no attention and he suspects that Gunn knows it.
Gunn bites his neck and there is a second when Wesley is caught in something like terror--
oh god, he thinks, oh god.
--and Gunn smooths a hand down Wesley's side, just this side of too firm, and Wesley is safe again.
This is Gunn, he tells himself.
Demands a kiss then, in payment for what is surely going to bruise and Wesley doesn't mind really, but he has appearances to keep up.
His office is really not the place to have sex and they know it. Gunn had smiled, brittle and mocking, and Wesley had given in. Let himself be pulled out of his chair and partially undressed, with Gunn's hand sliding across his stomach and down and down and down, and--
"Not here," says Wesley, though he doesn't especially care.
Before, Gunn would have smiled and said something about being pushy and bossy, licked at Wesley's lips maybe. "You just like pushing it," he'd say. Or maybe, "Shut up, English."
Now Gunn just stops and looks at Wesley expectantly. "Yeah?" he says. "Where?"
Wesley bites the inside of his cheek. He had meant to tease, but it came out wrong. Everything seems to. "Never mind."
"No, I'm good any--"
But Wesley cuts him off, hand over Gunn's mouth and Gunn doesn't like that at *all*, but he doesn't do anything.
"I just--let me," says Wesley. He doesn't know what else to say and so he waits for...anything from Gunn. Permission, acknowledgment, something.
Gunn shrugs and if it is not the ringing endorsement that he wanted, he'll just have to make do.
Looking at Gunn hurts, so Wesley closes his eyes.
That's hardly a surprise, what with reality and all, and Wesley finds himself shoving layers of clothing out of his way frantically. He wants to feel something warm against his hands. Something warm, something soft, something vulnerable.
There's so little of that left in his life.
Gunn mutters something against Wesley's neck, but Wesley is paying no attention and he suspects that Gunn knows it.
Gunn bites his neck and there is a second when Wesley is caught in something like terror--
oh god, he thinks, oh god.
--and Gunn smooths a hand down Wesley's side, just this side of too firm, and Wesley is safe again.
This is Gunn, he tells himself.
Demands a kiss then, in payment for what is surely going to bruise and Wesley doesn't mind really, but he has appearances to keep up.
His office is really not the place to have sex and they know it. Gunn had smiled, brittle and mocking, and Wesley had given in. Let himself be pulled out of his chair and partially undressed, with Gunn's hand sliding across his stomach and down and down and down, and--
"Not here," says Wesley, though he doesn't especially care.
Before, Gunn would have smiled and said something about being pushy and bossy, licked at Wesley's lips maybe. "You just like pushing it," he'd say. Or maybe, "Shut up, English."
Now Gunn just stops and looks at Wesley expectantly. "Yeah?" he says. "Where?"
Wesley bites the inside of his cheek. He had meant to tease, but it came out wrong. Everything seems to. "Never mind."
"No, I'm good any--"
But Wesley cuts him off, hand over Gunn's mouth and Gunn doesn't like that at *all*, but he doesn't do anything.
"I just--let me," says Wesley. He doesn't know what else to say and so he waits for...anything from Gunn. Permission, acknowledgment, something.
Gunn shrugs and if it is not the ringing endorsement that he wanted, he'll just have to make do.
Looking at Gunn hurts, so Wesley closes his eyes.