Drabble thing

so i was chatting with a friend of mine (about Wet. Public. Snogging.)and this just sort of...happened.

Title: na
Author: Winter M.
Rating: PG-13/R for m/m smoochies
Pairing: Giles/Wes
Spoilers: vague s.4 Angel and NFA
AN: not beta-d or anything. jsut a little spur of the moment thing :)


He didn’t understand why he was there, couldn’t figure out how he had gone from a cold corpse on the stained carpet of Veil's study to the rainy streets of London. All he knew was that it was cold and he seemed not to have an umbrella. It was quite ridiculous that, who on earth went out without an umbrella. He snorted softly, himself obviously.

Suddenly blood warm hands were stroking through his hair. Wesley looked up to meet the clear green eyes of a man he had not thought to see again. Slender fingers, traced by silvery scars inflicted what seemed like a lifetime ago stroked down his temple, skating his cheekbone and lightly thumbing his bottom lip.

He wanted to taste it, wrap his tongue around the fleshy pad and suck. But it was already retreating. He wanted to whimper but the sound was cut off before it would begin and suddenly warm lips were on his, incessant, firm.

A slippery tongue stroked firmly and he gasped softly, allowing it in to tangle with his own as strong hands took hold of his hips. Ignoring the flow of pedestrians rushing past them in the pouring rain; ignoring the cold droplets splashing onto his head, running down across his closed eyelids he lent into the solid body of the other man, whining low in his throat. The unbroken skin twanging in glossed over memory.

He didn’t understand, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to care now either.