Wow, hey, check out, the last chapter. It's been done for a long time but I keep forgetting to post here. Well, here it is now. Hope you all enjoy. Reviews are of the good. :)
Part the last...
Riley had been right, his grandma had thought that Wesley was entirely becoming and a 'proper young man'. And then had congratulated Riley on his good choice which had left Riley blushing and going into instant denial and Wesley looking strangely amused with the whole thing.
She had kept them for a while, grilling Wesley who seemed to take it surprisingly well, straight-backed and polite. They'd then been sent upstairs to bed with promises that she wouldn't disturb them. Which also meant that she had sent them to the same room, overruling Riley's stuttered protests when he realized just what she thought was going on.
And Wesley had just continued to look amused, thanking her and grabbing Riley's arm to drag him off in the direction of the bedrooms that his grandmother had indicated. Once they were both in the guest room, and Riley's temporary bedroom while he visited, Wesley shut the door and turned a smile on him.
"Nice lady."
"…Yeah." Riley grimaced. "I'm sorry she…assumed…"
Wesley raised a hand to stop the words that didn't seem to be coming anyways. "It's fine. I'll take the floor tonight."
"I can take the floor, you're the guest after all." At least this was slightly less ambiguous territory and Riley made the offer without really pausing to think about it.
"Nonsense. I'll take the floor." The tone left no room for argument and before long they were both in their arranged places. Wes on the floor amongst a bundle of blankets and Riley on the bed with considerably less in the way of linen.
Wesley was quiet, appearing to have drifted off only a few minutes after he had lain down and Riley envied his ability to do so. He couldn't stop fidgeting, couldn't stopping tossing in discomfort and too many thoughts plagued him. He wanted to reach down and nudge Wesley awake. Wanted to ask him so very many questions and nothing to do with demons.
Only a few more weeks and he would be heading off, becoming a tried and true military agent. It would all be about the job, focus and train and do the best he could because anything else could mean doing some serious damage. Certainly there wouldn't be any room for doubts or experimenting or figuring things out.
And with that line of thought he also couldn't stop thinking about Wes. Wes who wouldn't mind being propositioned but that had been while the man was drunk. Now he was clearly tired and sober and maybe still a little hungover. All Riley was likely to get was a disgusted look and if he really managed to piss Wes off, a split lip.
But he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Worse part was, he couldn't figure out if the thoughts disgusted or aroused him more. Currently, he was going with aroused because that was certainly where his thoughts were leading him. Thoughts of Wesley hovering over him in throes of passion, of Wesley's dark hair wound through Riley's fingers while the man kneeled before him. But even having those thoughts... Wanting them so bad... It bothered that he couldn't be the straight-laced, all-American, good guy that he was supposed to be.
It bothered him more that he was such a coward about it. A soldier should not allow himself to be thwarted by something as pathetic as simple nerves. If he wanted it then he should just take the chance. And he was fairly certain that he wanted it.
Right, so all he had to do was reach over and nudge Wes awake. His hand started to creep across to the edge of the bed.
"Riley, why are you staring at me?"
Riley snapped his hand back, half falling back in surprise at the voice. Wesley's eyes were open and watching him, one eyebrow raised. Riley stared at him.
"...I thought you were asleep," he spoke almost accusingly.
"I was. But you know that feeling you get when someone's watching you?"
Riley sighed and nodded, trying not to feel like a fool that he'd been caught staring when he hadn't even realized he had been. "Sorry."
Wesley shook his head, offering a smile to Riley to show that it was okay. Just a smile wasn't going to work to make the tenseness that Riley could feel through his shoulders dissipate though. "Was something on your mind?" Wesley sounded more curious than anything, giving Riley the slight push of courage that he needed.
"Yeah. I was thinking..." Wesley waited as Riley stalled. "Well, the other day you said you wouldn't mind if I propositioned you... So...this is me. Propositioning you." He couldn't keep up the eye contact, not wanting to see whatever look came over Wesley, dropping his gaze to the bed covers.
Silence answered him, Wesley's deep even breathing and his own slightly faster, the only noises filling the room. Even as a minute dragged by, Riley couldn't force himself to look up and meet Wesley's eyes.
As the silence didn't seem to be ending, Riley was very nearly ready to speak up and take the words back. Another thing he could force himself to do. Besides, words like that could exactly be taken back so easily.
Just as he was starting to think that Wesley had gotten up and slipped out of the room without his noticing, the bed dipped next to him. A long boned hand snaked into his view, curling around his knee almost comfortingly. Riley couldn't take his eyes from it; found his breath had stopped still in his chest.
When Wesley made no other move, Riley realized it was going to be up to him to really start this. Wesley was giving him the option of backing out. At least he had the added confidence that Wesley hadn't pushed him away in disgust to help him out now.
Taking a breath, Riley let his eyes trail from the hand gripping lightly over his knee, up Wesley's arm and over his shoulder until he found himself staring into Wesley's openly expressive eyes. Stunningly blue when not hidden behind the glasses, which were set carefully on the floor.
Wesley was watching him with an amusement that somehow didn't feel embarrassing. A small smile turned his lips and Riley felt himself compelled to return it.
"After somebody propositions me," Wesley began, eyes creasing as his smile grew slightly, "they generally follow it up with a kiss."
Which couldn't be any more of a blatant invitation to Riley.
With a small hesitation, another thrill of nerves passing through him, Riley let himself lean forward. He'd been hoping that Wesley would take it as enough encouragement, but while the hand that was still curled over his knee tightened a little, Wesley seemed content to wait for Riley to go to him. Taking a breath, Riley did, closing his eyes. And sudden there were warm lips pressed to his, too dry and with a hesitation as they moved against his own that said maybe Wesley was a little nervous as well.
Which made Riley bolder, a little more at ease, and the kiss was easily deepened. Riley conceding to the push of Wesley's tongue and following it back to Wesley's mouth with his own. Exploring new territory and the rightness of it sang.
The hand at his knee started a slow trek up the outside of his thigh, firm pressure that had Riley shifting his hips and bringing his attention to the thankfully spacious sweat pants he wore that somehow still managed to feel tight now. Which also brought his attention to the fact that Wesley was only clad in boxers and a t-shirt. He let out a slight gasp into the kiss.
Wesley pulled back slowly, smiling at Riley as he did so. "Relax."
Riley shook his head, slight blush rising. "I know. I'm sorry. I just...never..."
Wesley was still smiling, that annoyingly amused and knowing smile still there as he stopped Riley's words with a squeeze of his hand to Riley's hip. "I know. And you won't tonight either. Not the way you're thinking."
Riley could only look at him in bemusement, tensing at Wesley's words because this was it, this was the part where Wesley punched him and walked away with some spat out insult. "I don't..." He broke off into a hiss of pleasure when Wesley's hand moved up just that last bit to hook fingers under the waistband of his sweats and stroke the skin underneath. Confusion was blossoming.
"That's not for first times with a stranger."
"Are you always this cryptic?" Riley didn't mean to snap but embarrassment was turning to indignation and if Wesley was pushing him away he wished the man would just be straightforward about it.
Wesley didn't seem fazed, the smile didn't falter. He pressed another kiss to Riley's unsuspecting lips before half falling - though Riley suspected he'd meant to slip gracefully - off the side of the bed. He aimed a sheepish grin up at Riley as he settled himself before Riley's knees and Riley looked down on him in bemusement. And more than a hint of arousal, the previous image of Wes' head bobbing his lap, Riley's fingers woven through that dark hair, coming back to Riley's mind.
A sharp gasp came from Riley at the mere touch of Wes' hands at his knees and Riley obeyed the slight pressure from them, shifting his legs apart so Wesley could move up between them. Fingers were in Riley's waistband again, brushing over sensitive skin and sending thrills racing along his spin. Wesley's head dipped and Riley just caught the hints of a pleased smile, before Wesley was nuzzling his cheek against the hardness that pressed against Riley's sweats.
"Jeezus, Wesley... I..." Words were harder than usual, Riley's hips pushing up and the temptation to raise his hands to the back of Wesley's head and force things along a little faster was forced aside.
Wesley looked up at him, smile bordering on a smirk as he arched a brow. "Now I know you don't want me to stop." The tone was laced with cocky self-assurance, Wesley seeming more at ease on his knees than any other time Riley had been with him.
"No," Riley answered simply.
It was obviously what Wesley had wanted, the fingers at Riley's waistband tugging the material down and exposing him for Wes to drive him wild.
Wesley was gone when he woke. The bundle of blankets that had been Wesley's bed had been neatly folded and left in a pile on the floor. For a moment, Riley sat in the bed, sheets rumpled around his waist, and stared at nothing. It didn't surprise him somehow to wake up alone. Anything else... He could already feel the uncertainties creeping up but they were stopped in their tracks when he noticed the folded sheet of paper sitting on top of the blankets. With a frown and a hint of hesitation, he slid off the edge of the bed and stepped across the room.
A quick glance around, as if Wesley could be watching him from some corner of the room, and Riley picked up the paper and unfolded it.
I hope you don't mind, there was pen and paper on your desk, I decided to make use of it.
I hope leaving like this doesn't make me some sort of bastard but there are places I have to be and goodbyes of this sort tend to be awkward.
Riley smiled slightly feeling the truth in that. Reading the letter was awkward enough, it may not have been the most dignified or brave of approaches but a letter was certainly easier for both of them to take. He ignored the brief fantasies that had said that Wesley would stay. Rational minds knew better.
I said it last night but I'll say it here again. First times aren't for one night stands with strangers you met in alleys. They should be with someone you care about. I never got that, I'd like for you to. There are many uncertainties in life, maybe last night will have given you some direction, helped you find whatever you were seeking. At least helped you to make up your mind about some things.
The feel of Wesley, hot and heavy in his hand, had Riley closing his eyes. There was one thing he'd made his mind up about anyways.
Just don't go seeking out trouble, the world you know about now should stay just that. Knowledge. Not experience. I wouldn't want you getting involved, or hurt, because of me.
You've helped me a great deal, saved my life even.
Thank you.
W
Riley set the letter aside, frown creasing a line between his brows. Wesley had wanted to give him direction. Riley's direction always had been and always would be to help the world as best he could. Protect people. He doubted that Wesley would be too pleased with him but Riley's mind had been made up since he saw that vampire hit the ground in dust. He strode to the desk and he grabbed up the phone, punching in a number by memory.
"Hey, Grahm," he greeted when the other line was answered. "Get Forest and meet me at the bar. You are not going to believe the story I have..."