Wesley/Angel ficlet
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cheesymiceI wrote this fic a long long time ago but never got around to polishing it up. One of my favorite things in fic is snuggly bed time between characters and I've been craving sleepy snuggle fic lately. Then I remembered I had started this. I tweaked it here and there and gave it an ending and here it is. Oh, it also focuses on a body part I have a bit of a fixation on (hence the title)--especially one belonging to a handsome former rogue demon hunter. ;)
Wesley/Angel, barely NC-17, 350+ words.
Wesley awoke slowly. He savored the warmth and softness of the bed and the comforting presence of the large, strong body spooned behind him. Angel’s hand was on Wesley’s stomach. He was rubbing it in slow circular motions.
The vampire must have sensed his awakening because he murmured “Morning,” in his ear.
“Angel,” Wesley’s sleepy voice was muffled by the pillow.
“Hmmm?”
“Are you trying for good luck?”
Angel’s hand stopped moving but remained on Wesley’s belly. “What?”
“You’ve been rubbing my belly as if I were a Buddha.”
Angel started to pull his hand away.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” Wesley replaced Angel’s hand to where it was before. “It feels good. I’m just curious about this sudden fascination with my stomach, that’s all.”
“I dunno, it’s…” Angel pressed his lips against Wesley’s shoulder and resumed circling his palm around his navel. “It’s kinda cute. It isn’t a sudden fascination. I’ve always liked it.”
The cute belly shook as Wesley laughed. “Cute? Well, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard it called that.”
Angel pulled the sheet down so he could watch as he rubbed. “It’s soft and firm at the same time, and you’ve got just a little bit of flesh here--” Angel gently squeezed the flesh directly below Wesley’s belly button. “—that pooches out. I love it.”
Wesley gazed down at himself critically. “I don’t have a poochy belly.” Perhaps he should lay off the breakfast pastries from now on, he thought. “Do I?”
Angel moved Wesley onto his back and kissed him. “Just a little one. Enough of one that when I do this--” Before Wesley could react, Angel had moved down his body and pressed his lips to the aforementioned pooch. Wesley groaned and placed his hands on Angel’s shoulders. “It makes it even sweeter. And then I want to do this--” Angel traced his tongue around Wesley’s navel. “That part of you tastes so good, I can’t help but do this--” His tongue trailed down the line of soft, dark hair. He stopped only a moment to re-wet his tongue before continuing on to the tip of Wesley’s hardening cock.
Wesley decided then and there that he was having doughnuts for breakfast from now on.
Wesley/Angel, barely NC-17, 350+ words.
Wesley awoke slowly. He savored the warmth and softness of the bed and the comforting presence of the large, strong body spooned behind him. Angel’s hand was on Wesley’s stomach. He was rubbing it in slow circular motions.
The vampire must have sensed his awakening because he murmured “Morning,” in his ear.
“Angel,” Wesley’s sleepy voice was muffled by the pillow.
“Hmmm?”
“Are you trying for good luck?”
Angel’s hand stopped moving but remained on Wesley’s belly. “What?”
“You’ve been rubbing my belly as if I were a Buddha.”
Angel started to pull his hand away.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” Wesley replaced Angel’s hand to where it was before. “It feels good. I’m just curious about this sudden fascination with my stomach, that’s all.”
“I dunno, it’s…” Angel pressed his lips against Wesley’s shoulder and resumed circling his palm around his navel. “It’s kinda cute. It isn’t a sudden fascination. I’ve always liked it.”
The cute belly shook as Wesley laughed. “Cute? Well, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard it called that.”
Angel pulled the sheet down so he could watch as he rubbed. “It’s soft and firm at the same time, and you’ve got just a little bit of flesh here--” Angel gently squeezed the flesh directly below Wesley’s belly button. “—that pooches out. I love it.”
Wesley gazed down at himself critically. “I don’t have a poochy belly.” Perhaps he should lay off the breakfast pastries from now on, he thought. “Do I?”
Angel moved Wesley onto his back and kissed him. “Just a little one. Enough of one that when I do this--” Before Wesley could react, Angel had moved down his body and pressed his lips to the aforementioned pooch. Wesley groaned and placed his hands on Angel’s shoulders. “It makes it even sweeter. And then I want to do this--” Angel traced his tongue around Wesley’s navel. “That part of you tastes so good, I can’t help but do this--” His tongue trailed down the line of soft, dark hair. He stopped only a moment to re-wet his tongue before continuing on to the tip of Wesley’s hardening cock.
Wesley decided then and there that he was having doughnuts for breakfast from now on.
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Date: 2006-02-23 07:39 pm (UTC)That was very yummy! Thank you for sharing. :) :) :)
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Date: 2006-02-23 10:16 pm (UTC)Lovely.
*helps herself to more doughnuts as well (you never know when Angel may drop round for a visit *g*)*
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Date: 2006-02-24 01:26 am (UTC)