Lights', Camera and One More Regret
By: Dae & *kee
Pairing: Wes/Gunn
Rating: SLASH but pre-slash, only PG
DISCLAIMER: The characters from Buffy are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and Greenwolf Productions, 20th Century Fox, the WB Network and lotsa people that make lotsa money who aren't us. We just make fic for our own amusement, to avoid our ever approaching thesis deadline and to annoy Dae's boyfriend when we rewatch tapes over and over again research.
Notes: It all started with a question:
"So do you think he knew the camera was on."
And then, since we were just sitting around waiting for Queer As Folk to come on.
Whalaah! Spontaneity! Enjoy!

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"No piss ass white boy can shake his booty."

Blue eyes widened, the shot of tequila landing on the table with a splash. "I beg your pardon! I'll have you know I can shake my booby with the rest of them!"

Gun blinked. The snicker began low in his chest and ended with him sitting on the floor, head between his legs. Wesley glared. Scowled. He tried kick Gunn but landed next to him instead.

"Yeah, I can see you're real light on your feet." Gunn reached for his bottle, slapping away Wesley's grabbing hands.

"Let me have some!"

"I think you've had enough."

"Not hardly. And it isn't fair that you have two bottles, and can't spare one for a chum."

"The next time you buy them, you can have as many as you want!" Gunn traced the lip of his bottle with his tongue.

"Hey! You used my credit card to buy them!"

"Oh yeah. But!" Gunn straightened. "But transportation fees! Besides which, we've only one bottle left."

"That, sir, is a lie! I can quite clearly see that you have two bottles. Right there. And a third eye."

Wesley leaned closer, poking at GUnn's forehead. Somehow Wesley missed, by quite a lot, and ended up draped across his companion. He rambled all the while.

"Are you a demon? You didn't used to be a demon, did you? You really should tell a person something like that. You wouldn't want it to come out at a bad time. It's because I was a Watcher, wasn't it? You didn't trust me!"

"Wesley, I trust you fine in life or death situations but if you think I don't notice that lily white hand of yours reaching for my bottle," Gunn let the threat hang, suspended in the breath between them.

"Curses, foiled again," Welsey muttered. Suddenly, every muscle tensed.

"Yo, man. You ain't going spew on me are you? And, Christ!" Gunn leaned back into the wall, Wesley's face suddenly far too close. "Wes?"

"Twice."

"Twice what? You wiggin on me?"

"You said my name. You never say my name! Well, no. You say my name, but never to me. And WHEN did you get so close?"

"Me?" Gunn snorted. "You're the one who crawled over me, you pansy assed-"

"You are always talking about my booby."

"Booty, the word is booty! Where did you grow up?" Gunn smirked. "Oh yeah. England."

Wesley bristled at the tone, but before he could respond Gunn passed him the bottle. Wesley took it with a wary glance and took a deep pull from the amber liquid. "There's nothing wrong with England. And I can too "

"Dance. Just say dance. It's a good word, especially for you."

"Dance then. I can dance."

"So you've been saying, but I've just seen you lying around on the floor. And besides, you'd probably do something stuffy, like waltz or ballet or something."

"Ballet?"

"I think you'd be cute in a tutu."

"You do?"

"Ummm. Give me the bottle." Gunn snatched the bottle from Wesley's hand, and they both tried to ignore the brush of their fingers.

Wesley watched as the dark liquid slid past the other man's lips before leaping to his feet. "Watch. I can dance. I'll prove it."

Swaying slightly in his place, Wesley didn't try to move for a moment. Gunn placed an unsteady hand on the floor next to him in an attempt get up. He didn't want Wesley to fall, especially not on him.

Gunn wavered unsteadily in a half crouch trying to decide how to help Wesley while not falling over himself when his eyes fell on the camera. He shouldn't. He really REALLY shouldn't. But he couldn't resist. He reached over while Wesley stood swaying to some music only he could hear and flicked on the machine before sitting back to watch the show.

And what a show it was.