Leave Of Absence
When Wesley took his leave of absence, he went back to England. That excruciating trip lasted two weeks and every moment he spent in the company of his father, he remembered shooting him. He kept waiting for Fred and Angel's words to sink in, he'd shot a robot and not his father. But with each carefully leveled remark, Wesley heard the gun go off until the clip was empty.
Coming home to an empty apartment and a bottle or two of whiskey seemed like the best plan for forgetting everything for a while. A few days of hazy brooding would numb his mind perfectly. He was well stocked for avoiding the plastic, Los Angeles version of Christmas and could face everyone after the holidays with renewed energy... or at least a renewed façade.
Angel, however, had other ideas.
He'd shown up one day and a half of bottle of whiskey into Wesley's return, only saying "Welcome back," before pressing Wesley back into the apartment and up against the nearest wall.
"Angel..."
"No, no talking."
So Wesley stopped talking and Angel kissed him hard and long enough to make him forget about brooding and whiskey. Then he did it again, just as Wesley's brain started to catch up to his actions.
"Angel, please..."
"Only if you say it like that again."
Wesley moaned and closed his eyes and a smile played on his lips as Angel's hands started undoing his shirt.
"Why do you wear suspenders anyway?" Angel asked, popping them off Wesley's pants.
"To, to..." Wesley struggled for an answer but Angel had gotten his pants open and had reached inside. "How am I supposed to think right now?"
"Good," was the last thing Angel said before dropping to his knees and taking Wesley's cock into his mouth.
Wesley let Angel suck on him, drifting on the strange power of having Angel kneeling before him. He raised his hands and carded them through Angel's hair and started thrusting shallowly. When Angel began to moan around him, Wesley thumped his head against the wall and came.
He had an eternity lasting five minutes before Angel scooped him up and carried him to the couch. There was a shuffle of clothing and dizzying rearranging before Wesley felt Angel's wet finger thrusting into him. He arched and clawed at the back of the couch, shaking his head.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, Wes."
"I know," Wesley choked out. "Just do not, under any circumstances, stop."
Angel chuckled and Wesley felt him add more lube to his fingers. "Don't plan on it."
There was twisting and reaching and Wesley was sure he was close to just shouting at Angel get on with it when Angel thrust in him and pressed his breath away. He was sure he'd never be able to move when Angel started shaking slightly.
"Are you all right?"
"Ye-ah, it's just been a while," Angel replied, voice faint.
Wesley dropped his head to the back of the couch and began rocking his hips. Angel moaned and Wesley felt a thrill of triumph. He kept it up until Angel's head hit his back and his orgasm took him completely by surprise. Angel, true to his word, did not stop until he came, biting Wesley's shoulder. They laid there in a heap until Wesley's knees protested the weight.
"You know I have a perfectly serviceable bed in the other room," Wesley said.
"Then we'll use it next time."