Title: Beside the Morning Sun
Author: James Walkswithwind
Series: Scene Shots
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made
Summary: a single shot scene.
Beside the Morning Sun
Morning comes, creeping across the floor slats like a kitten, unsure of
its welcome, but starving for breakfast. Eagerly pouncing ahead, then
halting, glancing around for any sign of life. Wesley is content to let it
creep about on the floor, as long as it stays there and out of his
eyes. He's not often awake this early without having been awake all night,
and he's not really in favour of being awake now. He's sure he didn't get
to sleep until three hours ago, and it defies all reason to explain why
he's lying here, eyes open, thinking seriously about climbing out of bed to
fetch a cup of tea.
Perhaps he just needs to use the loo, and then he can crawl back into bed
and be done with it, until noon.
Wesley wakes up a bit more, just enough to determine the state of his
bladder. Doesn't seem to be in need, so he ought close his eyes and... ah.
So that's why he's awake.
He moves his hand to grab the fingers that are now sneaking back up his
stomach, and holds them not too tightly, just enough to stop them from
doing more damage: waking him further, until he cannot fall back
asleep. There's a noise behind him, which is intended to sound like
someone's asleep, and wondering what's up with his fingers. Wesley isn't
Speaking will, however, do the damage. He wants to be asleep, warm and
tucked under the blankets and inside the embrace of the one who -- normally
-- makes sleeping the most wonderful preoccupation there is. Barring, of
course, the obvious reason he's been wakened now.
"I am *not* losing an hour's sleep, to have sex again." Wesley tries to
sound stern, but he yawns halfway through.
Gunn snuggles closer, behind him, pressing what few millimetres of flesh
were not already touching, against his body. "Why not?"
"Because I've only had three hours' sleep," Wesley replies, glancing at
the clock to verify. Yes, in fact, it is barely five am. What on earth
made Gunn think he had any interest...other than the very interested parts
of him which didn't wait for him to awaken?
Gunn's fingers find those bits, and Gunn chuckles, and it comes through
more as vibration along his spine, than sound in his ears. "You sure 'bout
Wesley sighs, glad Gunn cannot see him grinning. In a resigned tone, he
says, "Do as you must, then. I'm going back to sleep."
There's silence for a moment. "You're gonna sleep through this?"
Wesley doesn't answer; he closes his eyes and lets go of the fingers he'd
captured. Settles himself back down in his pillow, in his cocoon of warm
and soft and the sharp odor of sex, from all the times since Friday, when
he changed the sheets on the bed. Fingers sneak down his belly, twirling
through imaginary hairs before reaching the patch of pubic hair they card
through as though they already know their way. Wesley doesn't stir, though
he feels his thigh muscles trying to tense, and stretch. He holds still,
and bites his lip when fingers touch the tip of his cock. There's a kiss on
the back of his neck.
"You really wanna sleep?"
The nearly full erection pressed against the hand at his groin would say
otherwise, but Wesley nods. "Yes, please," he says calmly, not really
caring if Gunn pushes, or not.
A large hand cups his cock, holds him in. The fingers still, and there
is another kiss on his neck. He feels Gunn moving, laying his head back
down. "Go to sleep, Wes."
Wesley smiles again, doesn't open his eyes, doesn't move. Seconds later
he is asleep.