BtVS Ficlet: Footplay (Giles/Wesley, R-ish)

Before I hit the road for a few days with family, here's a little snippet of Giles/Wesley (R-ish, I suppose) written last night for lostgirlslair who was begging for Giles slash smut. I didn't quite manage smut, but here's a bit of foreplay.

ETA: keerawa did a marvelous job of remixing this snippet for remixthedrabble (spring 2008 round): Seduction via Ambush (The Self-Involved Remix)

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FOOTPLAY

"Wesley."

"Hmm?" Wesley didn't bother to look up from his book.

"Wesley."

"What?" Slightly querulous, still not looking up.

There was a disgruntled snort at the other end of the sofa, then he heard Giles's shoes hit the tile floor, first one, then the other. A rustle or two, shifting of the cushions, and then a large pair of bare feet snaked their way under his book and into his lap.

He lifted his book and studiously ignored the feet.

Nothing happened for a few moments, just long enough to lull him into complacency, but then he felt the right foot shift, the sole stroking over his thigh and across his groin, the toes seeking out and tracing the shape of his cock through his trousers, sending warmth coursing through him.

He stole a sidelong glance to his left. Giles's face was hidden behind his own book as he lounged on the sofa.

"What do you want, Rupert?"

"Want? What makes you think I want anything?" Still screened by his book, Giles turned a page. His toes continued their quest in Wesley's lap.

This time it was Wesley who snorted. He turned back to his own book, but his attention was on the foot that stroked him and on his own cock, swelling inside his trousers. He shifted, allowing it to find a more natural and comfortable position. Giles's toes assisted. Wesley smothered a smile, his eyes glued to the page before him.

With his cock more accessibly positioned and rapidly hardening, the attention being paid it redoubled. The foot caressed him, the sole stroking up and down the length of his penis; the toes curled around the head and squeezed. Wesley gasped and bit back a groan. He still held his book open in front of him, but his eyes drifted closed as the pleasure took him.

He dropped one hand to Giles's leg and ran his palm over the soft denim; firm thigh muscles shifted under his hand in rhythm with the stroking of the foot worrying his cock.

"Rupert," he breathed. Giving up the pretense, he closed his book and put it down. He stretched his arm out full length and ran his hand over Giles's own cock. It swelled and pulsed under his touch. "Rupert."

"Hmm?" Giles turned another page.

"Suck me."

Giles's face appeared as he lowered his book at last. "Thought you'd never ask."

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If you comment, it'll probably be a few days before I'm able to reply since I don't expect to have much if any access to LJ while on the road.