Title: Trust, Layer by Layer
Summary: Gunn needs his best friend back
Spoiler: Everything through "Tomorrow"
Disclaimer: Joss is my sadistic god; I am but a cowering sub that pretends
to write and owns nothing.
Author's Notes: If for some strange reason you want to post this, go ahead,
but let me know where. Feedback is welcome JustHuman111@hotmail.com. All my
fic is now located on my own, low-tech, homepage
Dedicated to the Betas; Kath who made me rewrite it and Merzibelle for her
Betas have great appeal,
Their opinions are made out of iron,
Their claws are made out of steel,
They rip and shred, punctuate and spell,
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
Despite all of their good efforts,
The mistakes all belong to one,
Yes, I'm the only one
Trust, Layer by Layer
Life was not looking any better through the brown glass of his beer bottle.
Gunn pushed the long neck down the bar next to a pair empties. The laughter
of rough voices and the smack of racked pool balls breaking filled the air.
Funny, he thought. This place used to seem familiar, friendly, and now its
just another dive. Tossing some cash on the bar he made his way back to the
truck parked on the street.
The old neighborhood was just not looking the same. Of course, he hadn't
been back since that night at Caritas. It wasn't exactly like he was
welcome. Still, when you've got girl troubles, you turn to your friends.
Resting his head against the steering wheel, he briefly wondered what
Rondell would have said anyway. 'What'd you expect? You think that the
nice white girl was gonna stick it out with a brother from the streets?' On
cue, Fred's face swam before him.
Nope. None of that. Drive the truck; get away from it. You'll think of
someone to talk to. But then, maybe this was another place best not to go.
They'd been denying it for over a week, but Angel, Cordelia, and for that
matter Connor were missing. Hell, it wasn't like Angel was going to be any
help anyway. Cordelia would have said something, but she was still a woman
and women never saw things the same way a guy did. He just kept driving.
Running low on gas, Gunn looked at his surroundings for the first time in
hours. The neighborhood was familiar even if the street names weren't
coming right up. Shit, there was Caritas or what used to be Caritas. .
Man, he would have been even willing to sing tonight. Suddenly Vegas
sounded like a good idea. That's where folks went to get over heartbreak,
right? But he had no idea how to find Lorne, so that was pointless too.
He knew where he was going now, his subconscious evidently aware of what he
needed, no matter how badly Gunn tried to deny it out loud. A few more
blocks, and the familiar building came into sight. Counting the windows,
yeah, the lights were on. Wonder what Wes is doing tonight, he thought.
While he really didn't want to be thinking about Wesley, somehow it seemed
like a better idea than thinking of Fred. No point in running the motor, he
parked on the street and just looked at the building. Kinda pathetic that
he only came over now when he was desperate or feeling low. A few months
ago, he had practically lived there. There was a dent in the couch shaped
like his ass from playing video games and watching DVD's. Knew all the
important facts about the place, beer in the fridge, pizza was speed dial
six. There was a nasty pothole near the curb a block away that you had to
avoid when you and your drunken friend were carrying each other back from a
night of hard drinking.
There was a time, not long ago, when he and Wesley had known everything
going on in each other's heads, without saying a word. Gunn still wasn't
sure what had happened to make all that change, but he did know one thing.
He was tired of it, tired of missing his friend. Someone had to make the
first move. If he needed to be the bigger man, then so be it.
What the hell! Gunn slammed the door as he got out of the truck. Worst
that could happen was that Wesley would throw him out. That still sounded
better than being alone, moping over Fred.
Insistent knocking echoed though the apartment. When it became increasingly
apparent that whomever was at the door was not going to go away, Wesley
stumbled into some sweat pants and made his way to the front door. Throwing
open the door, he gaped at Charles Gunn standing in front of him looking as
if his dog died.
"Wesley, I know you told me not to darken your door, but I've got nowhere
else to turn."
Wesley recovered and remembered that he was angry with the man who was
pushing past him and slumping onto his couch. "What is the exact part of,
'your troubles are not my concern,' that is confusing you? I could take a
moment to explain it before I toss you out.
"She dumped me."
Wesley blinked and squinted for a moment considering this. He had lost out
in the race for the girl and was now immensely pleased that he wasn't alone
among the losers; however, none of this explained what Gunn was doing in his
apartment. "Yes, well, I can come up with a list of at least half-a-dozen
reasons you'd make an awful boyfriend. None of which would explain why you
decided to come here. Why are you here?"
Gunn stared at his hands for a while. The truth sucked, but what the hell.
"You're the only one left. Angel, Cordy, and Lorne aren't around, and I
can't go back to the old gang. And..." He hesitated, not wanting to say
it. "... and I was in the neighborhood."
A hot flush of anger swept through Wesley's body. He opened his mouth to
speak, to let out an angry recrimination, but nothing came out. Lonliness
was a feeling that he understood far too well. Would it really break all of
his resolve to listen? Sitting on the arm of the couch, he asked, "So what
were Fred's reasons for leaving you?"
"She didn't list 'em out." Gunn stopped and took a deep breath, fighting
with himself, "All I know is there was another guy."
"What?" Any cool Wes had wanted to use while gloating over Gunn's defeat
was now gone. Hell, he could understand why Gunn had been competition for
him, but what other man did Fred even have contact with? In a more
modulated tone, he continued, "What guy?"
Gunn looked like he was going to choke on the words as he gestured at
nothing in front of him. Finally, he spit it out, "Groo."
Wesley's face screwed up in confusion. Had they fallen through a portal to
another dimension? What on earth would break Cordy and Groo up and bring
Fred and Groo together? "As you should know, my former friends are shunning
me, so I am unaware of all the detailed goings on - "
"Cordy's been spending a lot of time helping Angel get over his hurt," Gunn
paused looking pointedly at Wesley. "Groo didn't like it and broke up with
her. Cordy and Angel took off celebrating...we hope." Gunn shrugged as if
he wasn't convinced.
"Groo showed up a the hotel telling us all about it and saying he wanted to
head home, but he had this little problem about not knowing how to open up a
portal. He's moping around the hotel looking all hurt puppy faced and a
little too much like Angel's double - and you know how Fred used to follow
Angel around. The morning after he gets there, she's all 'poor baby'
stroking his arm. I tried tellin' her I was uncomfortable with her crawlin'
all over him. She said it was nothing, that they've been *talking* like
that for weeks." Gunn's voice was taking on a sarcastic quality, "I'm told
that Groo is a man of depth and great compassion." Wesley let out a
disgusted little noise and Gunn saw some sympathy in his eyes.
"And then I caught them kissing."
"But one kiss is hardly -"
"Wes," Gunn looked up at him. "I know that this is gonna sound stupid, but
you ever see two people kiss and know that to them the rest of the universe
Wesley shifted uncomfortably. A moment like that had etched itself
permanently into Wesley's brain the night of the ballet. He was going to
share his sympathy when there was the click of heels against the wooden
floor. Both men started and looked toward the sound. Lilah, who had just
emerged from the bedroom still buttoning her blouse closed, joined the
conversation. "So sweet little Miss Texas is a bit fickle is she?"
"What the -" Gunn jumped up, looking at Lilah, and then at Wesley where the
lack of shirt, bare feet and tousled hair suddenly registered. His mouth
"Lilah, get out." There was nothing friendly or hesitant in Wesley's voice.
"Yeah, you've said that the last three times too. I want the gossip."
Wesley strode across the room, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind
her back. Lilah wasn't done talking though. "So, did you catch them naked
to-" Wesley cut her off by placing his other hand across her mouth as he
ushered her towards the door.
"Don't you dare bite- Ow!" Wesley pulled his hand free from her teeth and
used it to open the door.
"Serves you right for using foreplay while throwing me out. Besides which,
I got something out of tonight, but we were interrupted before you -" He
slammed the door in her face.
"If there is a God in heaven, tell me that I'm wrong, and you did not have
sex with her."
Wesley marched to the other end of the apartment and pulled out a bottle of
scotch. When he waved it as an invitation, Gunn shrugged. Wesley took that
as a yes and poured two glasses. Gunn took a swig of his and looked back
appreciatively. "You broke out the good stuff for me?"
"Last of the single malt and I did it for me. And in regards to your other
question, I hardly think who I spend my time with is any of your business."
"So, I'll take that as an affirmative, you are sleeping with Lilah."
"Well, there's no sleeping, cuddling, or tender kisses, just honest, raw,
Gunn raise an eyebrow, "Look at you cursing, and the earth didn't even open
up and swallow you."
"I don't like to use it casually, but I think in this situation it is the
most accurate term." Taking a long hard swallow, "It's probably bad we're
having this conversation."
Awkward silence permeated the room and Wesley wondered what the hell he felt
guilty about. Using Lilah? Not hardly - especially since she made no bones
about the fact she was using him too. There was a beautiful sort of honesty
in their mutual distrust and dislike. So what was it? 'Because before, I
could justify my loneliness, because I was -*am*- mad at them for failing to
see the logic of my plan - for leaving me to die. Now, all I can think of
is how pathetic it is that I turn to Lilah because she makes me feel
something other than alone.'
Gunn stared long and hard at Wesley who had become hard as granite, but was
crumbling at the edges. "It was a good idea to take the baby away." There
he said it. It had been nagging at the back of his head since all of this
started, but there were more thoughts churning. "But I can't apologize for
being pissed at you. You were the one who told me if I put any member in
the team in danger-"
"-You were gone." Wesley cut him off harshly, but after a moment continued
in a whisper, "But I was taking him away from danger."
"I know you believe that and so do I. Heck, even Angel believes it. Your
choice of methods just plain sucked." Gunn was holding his glass hard, too
hard he thought. 'It was almost tempting to shatter it against the wall,
but instead, he carefully placed it on the table and looked again at Wesley
who was staring at the amber liquid in the glass dangling from his own long
fingers. "Look at me, Wesley." Some part of Wesley knew what was coming
and he continued to stare at the floor. Gunn got up and stormed across the
room yanking Wes' head up so that he could look the other man in the eye.
Wesley didn't resist, although he did have to fight the urge to flee.
"You didn't trust me. You and me, we're best friend and you didn't trust
me. The truth is that's what I don't want to forgive." He pushed Wesley's
head to one side and traced a finger down the angry scar. "I can't prove
anything, but somehow I know that if I was watching your back, this wouldn't
have happened." Wesley's head gently swung upright as the hand holding it
withdrew. Warm fingers kept tracing the scar. At first the movements were
hard and mechanical but now they were soft and felt more like a caress. He
tried to see what was happening in Gunn's eyes but they were too fascinated
by the thin red line.
"You and Fred were together. It didn't seem like there was a good time to
tell you. The two of you were always so busy with each other. You are my
best friend, and I've been missing you for more than the last few weeks.
You've been gone for months. I knew Angel would be infuriated, and I didn't
want him going after you, any of you. I wanted - wanted you to be happy
even if I wasn't there to share it." Wesley looked up into Gunn's warm
Gunn allowed his fingers to slide over and grip Wes' shoulder. Damn-it, why
did Wesley have to put it like that? Gunn could see it, them sniping at
each other about the girl. Why was that enough to make them stop talking?
Yeah, hanging with Fred was nice, better than nice - until tonight. He felt
like he had been walking around like a zombie the last few weeks, missing
something important that he had previously just taken for granted. He made
"I want... Fuck! I want you to be a part of my life the way it was before.
But It can't ever be that, can it?" He paused, hunting for the words that
matched his feelings. "Fuck Angel and his drama. You and me, Wes, a fresh
start. Learn the trust thing all over again if that's what it takes. Yeah,
we got shit to get past, but there's something more important down deep.
Something more important than the hurt we're feeling. Angel can fire me if
he wants - if he can. Who the hell knows who's in charge these days? I
need you're uptight idiocy in my life."
Neither one of them had really apologized, but that didn't seem to matter.
It would take a long time, maybe years to get past everything that had
happened. In Wesley's eyes, the opportunity to try felt like an unexpected
"I think I could do that. Do you have any idea how much I've missed you?"
Gunn looked around, worrying that this might get a little mushy. "Yeah, I
got a damn good idea. I know someone else who's been missin' his best
friend, too." Gunn stuck out his hand. Wesley's hand met it half way. All
it took was a quick look and they were shaking hands, not just an ordinary
gesture. It was the special one from the days when they were on their own
with Cordy, when Angel was just a name.
Wesley spoke up before any awkward silence could form. "Hey, are you
"When am I not?" Gunn was grinning from ear to ear.
"Well there's nothing to eat." Tossing the phone to Gunn, Wesley headed
toward the bathroom. "Order a pizza. I'm unemployed, so you're paying.
I'll be out in a few minutes. There's beer in the refrigerator."
"Where are you going?"
Wesley looked around trying to find the right way to put it. "I'm suddenly
feeling a little grimy. I'm going to take a quick shower."
Gunn looked at him sagely, "Evil-lawyer cooties."
Wesley started to protest but decided that he really couldn't fight Gunn's
reasoning. "Look, I think we've both had enough of women for right now.
All discussion of the female gender is off limits for the rest of tonight,
"-except the leather clad babes in the video games?"
Smiling and nodding, Wesley ducked into the bathroom. Gunn smiled at the
phone and hit speed dial 6.
Climbing into the shower before the water was really even hot, Wesley
allowed himself a few minutes of simple, quiet, happiness as the water
washed over him. Life had always taught him that when you were down, there
was someone always there to kick you. It was undoubtedly rare when you
could find someone to help pick you up again. Best friends, comrades in
arms, warrior brothers, and a dozen other fanciful cliches skipped through
his brain. It was the handshake, did it everytime...and the way, Gunn
smiled at him...
Wesley shook himself out of it. 'Don't go there Wes. He's never noticed,
doesn't want it. Hell, his girl just left him. Push it down; push it away.
Suck it up and just bite back the things you really want to say to him.
Don't say what you really feel when he claps you on the shoulder. Just the
polite lies, don't mention the thrill that ran up and down your body when he
stroked your neck just now. He's your best friend and you want it to stay
Popping open a beer, Gunn settled onto the couch. Listening to make sure
the water was still running, he wiggled his ass really hard into *his* spot
on the couch; thus verifying that his dent didn't go anywhere. God, this
feels so good being back here.
'Talking to Wesley. How did I live without it? Yeah, yeah, it wasn't all
going to be easy, but he was betting that it would be easier than either of
them thought. Fighting was just how they communicated. This wasn't the
first time that they'd agreed to disagree, either. Gunn's attitude towards
Angel had mellowed a lot in the last year, a lot more in the last few weeks,
but he and Wes both knew that they would never completely see eye to eye on
being friends with a vampire. But that was cool. That was what made their
friendship work; just enough space so you didn't kill each other but tight
enough to be covering each other's backs.
Unbidden, the scar on Wesley's throat came to mind. Gunn knew where all the
scars on Wesley's body were. The two of them had cataloged them in the
hospital after the gunshot. This one was different, red, angry sticking out
for the world to see. He had tried to wipe the hurt away, had wanted to
rub the edges until they were smooth again. Hell, he had even felt an urge
to kiss it and make it better. But that wouldn't be right. There were just
some things you didn't do with another man, even if he was your best friend.
Pizza, beer and video games were the only concerns for the next hour and a
half when Gunn yawned. "Sorry, it's not the company."
"Do you want to call it a night? The couch, as usual, is yours if you want
Gunn crossed his arms and looked disapprovingly at Wesley. "You think I'm
leaving here with you winning three-ta-two?" Relaxing, he continued, "
Don't worry about; it's not like I was planning on getting to work early
tomorrow. Hey, maybe I will take you up on the couch offer. That way we
could go to the hotel together tomorrow." He hoped that sounded casual
Wesley put down the game controller before he dropped it. "I don't know if
that's a good idea."
Laying aside his own controller, Gunn leaned over. "What's up? I thought
we were going to work at it together."
Wesley turned towards him, "Yes, you and me. I mean, I didn't think much
beyond that. You know I won't apologize to them and then there's the part
where Angel tries to finish the job he started in the hospital.
Right now it's just me and Fred ya gotta worry about. We'll deal with Angel
and Cordy together, when they get back. You know I always got your back."
Gunn let the sentence hang there until Wesley was looking at him. "Yeah,
it's not going to be easy. There's hurt feelings all around that you're
gonna hafta work out with each person. But you're not going to end up dead.
Wesley, I know you, you're not just missing me or the others, you're
missing the work too."
"Yes, I'm not happy without the work, but I could still do that without
working for Angel Investigations. I'm employable. It's not like I can't
find another position. Hell, even Lilah offered me a job."
Incredulous. Wesley knew it wasn't a word that Gunn would normally use, but
it was the look on his face. Immediately followed by anger. "Are you out of
your god damned mind? Scratch that, I know you are. Apparently being away
from my calm, sane influence has been extremely detrimental to you. You are
not even going to consider working for the evil bitch, and might I suggest
that having sex with her is not a good idea either? As your fucking best
friend, I am not letting you slide into hell. Got it?"
It wasn't hard to read the sincerity in Gunn's eyes. Wesley wondered if he
needed someone to actually say that Lilah was bad for him. No, he knew that.
What he needed was someone to give a shit about it. Lost in his own inner
turmoil, he didn't respond to Gunn right away. The pleasant little fantasy
he had in the shower about him and Gunn picking up where they left off was
falling apart. Everything was different now. If he was even going to think
about making this friendship work again than nothing less than total honesty
was going to do.
"I wasn't considering working for Lilah. But, I think I needed to hear
someone else say it was a bad idea." Wesley fidgeted with the pizza box for
a moment. "I'll try going back to the hotel."
"That's cool." Gunn was looking relieved. "I can't say what it's going to
be like. Shit, I don't know what it's going to be like for me, but I'm
there with you." He reached up and gave a reassuring squeeze to Wesley's
All the promises Wesley made in the shower evaporated. Better to find out
now if true honesty would destroy their relationship forever. "That means a
lot, but at the risk of mindlessly throwing all that way, I have to say
something." Gunn nodded but didn't move his hand away; they were in this
"I've always seen you as more than merely my best friend. I wanted to tell
you for quite some time, but I just didn't think it was appropriate, that is
to say, that you'd want...enjoy..."
Wesley wasn't surprised that Gunn looked confused, as he tried to process
Wesley's bumbling. Giving up on words, Wesley decided to make his point
more clear, even if this was the last conversation they ever had. Reaching
across, he kissed Gunn. It was something short and simple, nothing earth
shattering. When Gunn didn't immediately haul off and hit him, Wesley grew
braver and opted to do it again.
There wasn't a thought in Gunn's head when the first kiss happened. To say
he hadn't expected it was an understatement, but then it was happening
again. Gunn could feel his mind kicking into operation somewhere in the
back of his head, but decided to ignore it for a minute and just enjoy the
Wesley couldn't count the times he had dreamed of this, imagining his mouth
where it was now. Opening his mouth slightly so his tongue could glide
over the firm softness next to his mouth, he felt Gunn kiss him back.
When they broke apart a few moments later, Gunn leaned back and stared at
the floor, the bookcases, anything but Wesley. "Well, that's definitely not
a repeat of how our friendship originally started." Gunn trailed off.
Completely lost in a sea of wild conflicting emotion. The phrase 'guys
don't do these things with other guys,' came up first, but there was another
thought pushing its way in as well. There was something very comfortable
about being anywhere near Wesley; it was one of the reasons Gunn had always
spent so much time in this apartment.
Finally having done it, Wesley couldn't believe that he had. "I'm sorry if
I upset you, but I couldn't keep politely lying about my feelings. If we're
going to start over again, I just couldn't keep it all buried inside. I
understand that you probably don't feel the same."
Gunn turned toward Wesley. "I never expected my life to be easy. I've been
fighting for almost all of it. The complications...I never expected things
to be so complicated. So the only thing I can think to do is to keep it
honest, keep it simple."
Wesley nodded, disappointment beginning to etch its way across his face.
Gunn caught that and said, "I think I liked that." Did he just admit that
out loud? They were being honest; he wasn't going to lie, no matter how
much shit was spinning in his brain at the same time. After a few minutes,
he decided to go with whatever felt right. Leaning over, he tentatively
started kissing Wesley and it all started feeling natural. Gunn's arm
snaked around, so he could stroke Wesley's back.
Becoming completely lost in the moment, Wesley returned the gesture and
rested his other hand on Gunn's thigh. Startled, Gunn jumped back putting
some space between them. Spotting his mistake, Wesley simply said, "Sorry."
It occurred to Gunn that he had actually liked the feel of Wesley's hand
where it had been. His mind wouldn't sit still as he was rapidly becoming
more excited and scared at the same time. This was going way too fast and
at the same time not fast enough. Fred was rapidly becoming a bad decision
somewhere in his head. What was Wesley thinking? 'Shit, apparently he's
been thinking a whole lotta things I wasn't aware before,' Gunn realized.
"No, it's cool. I just...you startled me." Gunn needed a minute, or maybe
a year to sort out his feelings. He realized a little friendly insight
might not be a bad thing either. "Ah, Wesley, when exactly did you figure
out that you liked guys? I mean, I'm figuring you must like guys...I mean,
since you..." He was embarrassed, but it was a burning question in his own
mind, might as well ask.
Wesley had some immediate flash backs to bullies at school and groping in
broom closets and behind bushes, but none of that was what had made him
decide that he liked men. He wasn't sure how comfortable he was, sharing
such things with Gunn, especially at a time like this, but they had agreed
to be completely honest with each other, especially if it might help Gunn
feel more at ease. "When I was away at school, there were things that
happened with the other boys. Honestly, not a lot of it was pleasant, but
it did make me curious. I guess the first time I knew I liked men was during
the summer between prep school and university. He was an older gent who
picked me up in a used book store."
Suddenly, Gunn felt some of the tension easing. "Oh, I am so surprised that
you would look for a date in a book store."
Wesley chose to ignore his obvious sarcasm. "I wasn't looking for a date.
He was there and we were talking about different qualities of printing from
various centuries. One thing led to another and he invited me back to his
place to see his library."
"Are you going to tell me that you fell for a line like that?"
Gunn's grin was contagious, and Wesley found himself smiling back. "No. I
didn't fall for it. I knew what he wanted, and he had gotten me
interested." Wesley became a little lost in the memory. "He took me into
the library and told the butler he didn't want to be disturbed. The butler
knew the routine. He showed me the books and kept touching me, casually on
the arms and shoulders as he led me around the room. Then his hand was on
my ass, and he was kissing me. The kiss took me off guard. It was nice,
but not like kissing a woman. There was a...I don't know, a directness
about it that was intoxicating. We managed to keep busy most of the
There was something about the hot flush that rose to Wesley's face that was
making Gunn warm as well. "Did you date him for a long time?"
"No, the only person I've ever come close to a long term relationship with
is Virginia. It was different being with him verses the women I had dated,
not better or worse, but different. It may sound trite, but to me, who
you're with has much more to do with the person than the body parts he or
she possesses." Gunn sat and thought about that.
Wesley noticed that there was an uncomfortable silence brewing and reached
for a slice of pizza to occupy his hands. Further along the couch, Gunn was
sitting back, looking like he was working on a complicated math problem.
The internal fight was tearing Gunn up inside. Everything he was taught,
was raised to believe, was telling him this was wrong. Keep it simple; it
was his new motto. Guys and girls should date and guys should just play
video games or go get drunk together - simple. When he was looking for a
shoulder to cry on earlier, there was only one shoulder he really wanted,
Wesley's. If he had the choice of spending time with any human or demon on
the planet, it was simple: Wesley. He liked what had just happened, wasn't
that simple enough?
"Wesley, how long have you been feeling this way?"
"I noticed you right away, it's just that I never thought I had a chance
with you." Wesley contemplated the pineapple on his pizza slice, while he
spoke. "It was the day that I woke in the morphine-induced haze and saw you
sitting there that I knew I felt something more." Smiling a little, Wesley
took a side long glance at Gunn.
The talk of the gunshot made all of the feelings of warmth, affection and
brotherhood come tumbling out, breaking down the barriers that had forced
themselves into Gunn's mind. As all the emotion started to make his heart
pound, he began to see that there was something more. It really was simple.
Wesley leaned forward to dig around the boxes on the coffee table for a
napkin to wipe some tomato sauce from his mouth. Gunn took care of it for
him. His left hand reached across and gently turned Wesley's head so that
they could look at each other's eyes. As Gunn lost himself in the blue
depths, he closed the distance between them and kissed the sauce from the
corner of Wesley's mouth.
~end Layer 2~
Wesley understood that Gunn was feeling uncertain, so he remained fairly
still allowing his best friend to explore new territory. The kiss was
tentative at first, but then Wesley was welcoming the invasion of his mouth
by the gentle probing tongue. Two strong hands cradled his head as fingers
threaded their way into his hair. He couldn't hold still any longer.
Reaching out with his right hand, he rubbed the back of Gunn's neck while
the other hand stroked the cotton-covered ribs.
Gunn was beginning to understand what Wesley had said about how kissin' guys
and kissin' girls was a different thing. With women, there was always
something sweet, vanilla or cinnamon or flowers, hanging around in the
background. Wesley smelled clean, like the soap he had just finished using.
And that lower lip, yeah, that was Canadian bacon and pineapple just like
the pizza. Not sounding romantic at all, but that was what was so
attractive. Kissing Wesley was *not* fragile, *not* careful, *not*
tentative and *not* the least bit intimidating.
Unthreading his fingers from the wavy brown hair, Gunn reached down and laid
a hand on Wesley's chest. Different. Not soft and round, but hard and
muscular. Wesley breath hitched as fingers roughly caressed his chest
through the shirt and danced across a nipple.
Wesley decided that Gunn's exploration was a sign to be a little bolder.
Breaking away from the demanding kiss, he tasted and licked his way to a
vulnerable ear lobe. Taking it between his teeth, he nibbled and sucked,
occasionally stopping to dart his tongue out and trace the swirls of the
delicate shell. His warm breath eliciting a needy groan.
"I like this."
"Well, that's good, me too."
And oh my, Wesley didn't waste any time. There was a hand massaging it's
way up his left thigh, but the thumb was doing all the tantalizing work as
it lightly stroked it's way up the more delicate inner thigh. He held his
breath as the thumb followed the path of the zipper on his jeans with only
enough pressure to let you know it was there.
Wesley looked into Gunn's eyes trying to judge the impression he was making,
trying to see how much permission he had. Gunn let out a breath, gave a
barely perceptible nod that became Wesley's cue to slide both hands under
the yellow t-shirt. Suddenly touching those hard abs was not enough.
Normally Wesley could be very patient lover. He enjoyed foreplay to the
point of driving most partners insane with his slowness. But Wesley had
restrained himself on more than enough occasions bandaging the chocolate
skin beneath his fingers. More than one lonely night had been spent
stroking himself to blinding pleasure wishing that this skin was pressed up
Gunn hadn't planned on taking off his shirt, but he wasn't objecting to the
fact that Wes had done it for him. In fact, he was objecting very little to
anything Wesley was doing at the moment. They had been kissing forever,
nothing wrong with that. He kinda missed sharp little nails on his skin,
the way Fred would scratch his neck. Wes' hands were twice the size of the
ones he was used to, and stronger. They knew how to knead deep into the
muscles in all the right ways. Different. Fred's hands were more subtle
but too tentative. There was nothing subtle about what Wesley's hands were
doing and it was all making him feel good. He missed those hands for the
fifteen seconds it took to remove Wesley's shirt.
Oh, God, thought Wesley, Gunn's undressing me. It was only his shirt, but
it was very encouraging and so were the hands exploring his chest. Burying
his face in strong neck in front of him, Wesley used his tongue to burn a
path to a distended nipple. It became rock hard as he sucked it between his
teeth. He vibrated from the moan ripping through Gunn's chest. He
couldn't help himself as a hand dived to the jeans clad bulge, and he sought
to pleasure his friend through the stiff cloth.
Between Wesley's mouth on his chest and that hand on his cock, Gunn was
becoming rock hard. A wave of panic washed through him. He stopped
breathing and moving for a minute. That was all it took. It let him focus
on the way his body was trembling every place that Wesley was touching.
God, he wanted to do the same thing to the man in front of him.
"Wes, I want to drive you crazy, like your doing to me."
"Oh, allow me to say your doing fine." Looking into Gunn's eyes, Wesley
pause a moment to appreciate the heavy lidded passion brewing there. "If
you like, I could give you some suggestions for what might drive me even
Leaning in close, Gunn gently nibbled on Wesley's lower lip. He paused and
rested his forehead against Wesley's. "I've had a few thoughts on the
It took a second for Wesley to understand Gunn's dilemma. Looking up so he
could see Gunn's face, "You like this..." Gunn bucked forward as Wesley
squeezed him through the denim.
"But not sure about returning the favor?"
Guilt, embarrassment, worry, all crossed Gunn's face. He tried to answer
and failed at actually creating speech.
"You don't have to do anything. I'd be more than happy to take care of
things. Or, instead of that, we could just keep kissing and take care of
ourselves." Wesley watched Gunn's face until he was sure that the mental
picture was there.
"Uhm, working on our own doesn't sound like it's as much fun and the other
option doesn't sound real fair."
Reaching up, Wesley pulled one of Gunn's hands into his, "Then sometimes,
you have to try something new." Gunn didn't resist as Wesley guided their
hands to the front of his sweats that were doing nothing to hide Wesley's
arousal. Gunn cooperated as his fingers were wrapped around his friend's
cotton covered erection. Wesley's long sure fingers wrapped around his
friends guiding it up and down.
This was a huge risk and Wesley knew it. He never stopped watching Gunn's
eyes through the process. At first there was nervousness, but slowly it was
replaced by curiosity. The next thing Wesley knew, he almost lost it when a
thumb teased the head through the cloth. Grabbing a shoulder to steady
himself, Wesley fought for control and finally caved in and stopped Gunn's
Gunn was a little surprised, "You don't want..."
Taking a deep breath, Wesley laughed at himself a little. "Oh, I want. In
my humble and over stimulated opinion, you could keep doing that well into
tomorrow. I just, I just want this to go on for a while longer." They could
see the unspoken concern in the other's eyes. This needed to last because
it might be the one and only time it happened. This was one of those
moments that required an exchange of tender endearments and gentle caresses.
A beefy hand grabbed Wesley by the neck and pulled him into a rough and deep
kiss, "Man, this does not suck."
"I could learn not to hate this," Wesley replied. Gunn nodded his
understanding, as Wesley continued, "You know though, you may want to
consider rephrasing. In point of fact, I do suck and very well I might add.
If you are going to insist on believing otherwise, then I feel that I'm
going to have to prove you wrong."
"Talk is cheap, bro. Think you can take me?"
Taking Gunn's advice, he didn't answer with words. Wesley leaned in for an
impassioned kiss as he pushed the other man flat on his back. Gunn didn't
seem to resist the hand opening his jeans. He may have even lifted his hips
so as to assist in the removal of his own pants and the merciful freeing of
Without warning, Wesley's tongue began stroking Gunn from balls to tip. Gunn
thought that was good, really good until Wesley's hand had him by the base
and then it became great. That gorgeous fucking mouth was swallowing him
whole. Sweet merciful God! The head bobbing up and down on him had a
beautiful fast rhythm that was dragging all sorts of groans out of Gunn's
Wesley considered that this was something he enjoyed as opposed to something
he just did because it was expected. He liked the feel, the taste, the
power and the control. While his tongue luxuriated in the velvet texture,
he tasted the first few drops of salt. Glancing up, Wes could see the sweat
glittering against the black skin, hear the ragged breaths coming faster and
faster. Gunn's hips began to buck harder, but Wesley put a tighter hold on
them to kept his partner steady. Adjusting his position so that he'd have a
better view of Gunn's face, Wesley opened the back of his throat and took
the other man in as far as he could.
Gunn wasn't thinking at all when the humming started that sent tremors and
vibrations through his whole body leaving him hanging on the edge.
Nothing coherent was occurring in Gunn's brain. Phrases like 'good' and
'more' bounced around of their own accord translating the pleasure coursing
through his skin. There was no worry or recriminations about how or by whom
these feelings were being generated. It was good, all good. Hands, seeking
any purchase, grabbed at the cushions. And then it was too much - dynamic
tension snapped and unfurled, wave after wave of energy unleashed, so bright
that for an endless moment he could not see.
Wesley saw it all, and to him, it was beautiful. Hands massaged the places
they had held, while he kissed the salt away and released Gunn into that
wave of peace and bliss that follows the storm. Sliding forward, Wesley
rested his head a moment against the bare chest to hear the pounding rhythm
beneath. Taking care of Gunn had allowed a few moments to steady himself so
that he wouldn't go over the edge at the first touch. Wesley settled more
comfortably on Gunn's stomach and pressed his cock into naked thigh. A
large hand rubbed Wes' back possessively as fingers stroked his face.
"You're- I mean... What you...that was fucking amazing." Gunn could feel
the smile spread across the skin of his chest. "Sorry about not warning you
that I was..."
"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't have done anything different."
Gunn felt the heat rise to his face. The intimacy of the moment was
becoming a little more than he was ready for. "Uhm, that uhm, bulge in my
thigh, belongs to you, huh?" Gunn felt Wesley's smile become a little
"What? You mean this?" He moved his hips rubbing the length of Gunn's thigh
through the sweat pants.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Taking a deep breath or two as his fingers
absently smoothed the brown waves in Wesley's hair, Gunn asked, "I, ah...
should be doing something about that, huh?
The hesitancy in Gunn's voice was clear. Wesley was determined, no matter
how uncomfortable he was, not to push. "I wouldn't object if you wanted to
do something. If you- well, if you don't want to, I can go and take care of
"The couch is kinda crowded, maybe we can go where there's some more space?"
Wesley was fairly sure that there must be a completely stupid grin on his
face that was making him look like a complete idiot. Thank God his head was
buried in Gunn's chest. "Of course, we can go to the bed-"
A very large black hand laid itself across Wesley's mouth muffling his
response. Rather helplessly, Gunn looked around the room, hoping the words
would be written on the walls. Finally he just caved in and said his peace,
" Wes, that confused part of me is still in a state of denial, a little.
So, if we could not say certain things, like the name of the place where we
both know there's more room, then I think I can avoid the panicking."
All that took a few moments for Wesley to process. Gently taking Gunn's
hand, he stood up and pulled the man to the place with more room, which was
also the place where the comfortable and roomy bed was stored. The limited
amount of blood circulating to Wesley's brain suddenly reminded him of the
last activities that had been conducted on the rumpled sheets they were now
facing. Sending up a fervent prayer, he hoped that Gunn had forgotten his
objection to -"
"Evil lawyer cooties. I'm right about that, huh?"
Wesley tried valiantly and failed to withhold his whimper. He had been hard
for what seemed like hours - wait, it had been hours. After Lilah had left,
things had calmed down but immediately came back once the kissing had
started. For the last twenty minutes, he had been on the edge of exploding
and had now reached the point where he was ready to beg. It took only few
seconds for this all to register, but instead of saying any of it, Wesley
responded, "You strip the...the....the thing that isn't a couch but has more
room than a couch and I'll find some clean...cloth things."
Gunn smiled, "You really do give a crap about my feelings, don't cha?"
Wesley smiled somewhat weakly back, "Yes, and if you care anything for mine,
you'll hurry," Gunn didn't comprehend at first, but then caught sight of the
bulge in Wesley's pant and that made everything suddenly clear. The bed was
stripped in nothing flat. Wesley was turned away rooting through a dresser
"Damn-it, I need to do laundry. Not a full set, just a flat sheet." Gunn
was perched on the edge of he mattress making use of his time to fully
appreciate Wesley's naked back. The sweat pants were way too loose and did
nothing to enhance Wes's backside - which Gunn was not necessarily
interested in seeing except as an exercise in appreciating the beauty of how
the human body was constructed. Shit, he wanted to look at Wesley's ass.
"Wes? It's awful hot in here, aren't you over dressed?"
Wesley glanced over his shoulder about to explain the sheet situation, when
he was struck speechless by the idea that Gunn wanted him naked. Untying
the knot in the drawstring, he slid the pants over his erection and let them
drop to the floor. Looking over his shoulder, he watched Gunn checking out
his ass, watched Gunn get up, watched Gunn walk toward him and slide his
hands across the smooth cheeks and around to Wesley's stomach. Leaning
back, their bodies were pressed together, back to chest.
Gunn looked a little expectantly at Wesley and licked his lips. Wes accepted
the invitation and started kissing despite the awkward angle. Someone was
looking for something in one of the dresser drawers, but Gunn didn't care
much about that, because he was busy - busy, kissing Wesley. One of Gunn's
hands was lifted off of Wesley's skin and something cool and wet filled the
palm. Then his hand was guided somewhere lower, somewhere hot and hard.
Wesley began to breath harder as Gunn's hand began to move.
For Gunn, it was a moment of truth. He had to face up to the idea that he
was holding, stroking another man's naked cock. Even though he had been
doing this earlier, the sweatpants allowed him to feel somewhat distanced
from what he had been doing to Wesley. This time he watched Wesley's face,
reacting to every movement of his fingers. Gunn tried scratching the spot
under the head that he liked touched. Oh, Wesley liked that too. It
suddenly occurred to him that with all those things that he had noticed were
different, there were some things that were the same. Gunn was into it,
showing Wesley all the little things he loved and learning a little about
Wesley's favorite things.
Exposing his neck to questing lips, Wesley threw his head back on Gunn's
shoulder. Fingers glided across his length taunting the dripping head.
Taking a tighter hold, the hand began to pump faster and faster. Wesley
found the strength leaving his legs as the arm now wrapped around his chest
steadied his body. Warm lips took hold of an earlobe causing Wesley's hips
to buck out of control as his knees finally gave way.
Gunn held him tighter and held him up, marveling at the ecstasy flashing
through Wesley's entire body. It was hot, arousing, and all for him.
Placing a kiss in Wesley's sweaty hair, Gunn wrapped his arms tighter around
the warm body in his care. They stood there a few minutes enjoying the
quiet and the comfort of each other's arms.
After using the discarded bedding to clean up, the fresh sheet was tossed
haphazardly onto the bed where the two men collapsed a few minutes later.
Tangled in carelessly thrown blankets and each other's arms, Gunn heard
Wesley's breathing change to the deep even rhythm of sleep. Barely able to
keep his own eyes open, he thought, this is good; this is all good.
~End Layer 3~
Wesley woke up lying on his right side noticing that part of him was cold
and the other part was overheated. Maybe if he just closed his eyes
tightly, he could fall back to sleep. No. It wasn't happening, and in
fact, he was waking up more. As he tried to move, he realized that the
overheated part of his body had quite a bit to do with the hand on his chest
attached to the large black arm wrapped around him and the proportionally
large leg thrown completely over both of his. Gunn was a snuggler.
Waking up a bit more, Wesley became glad that Gunn was effectively pinning
him to the bed. He was only a few centimeters from the edge. That side of
his body was also the cold side because not only was Gunn a bed hog, he was
apparently a blanket thief as well. Normally, these observations could lead
to a lengthy internal debate about whether one should wake one's bed partner
under these circumstances, but Wesley was spared the angst. Gunn was awake
and looking down at Wesley with his head propped up in his hand.
"I don't suppose you considered that I might like more than six inches of
the bed and that I might be cold since *someone* took all the blankets?"
"You accusing me of something?"
"Certainly not, bed hog, blanket thief and serious snuggler."
"There must be a more manly word than 'snuggler.'"
"Okay, we can go back to snuggler until we think of something better. Are,
uhm, you objecting?"
Stroking the arm holding him, Wesley replied contentedly, "No, but it could
be better if I had my half of the blanket."
Gunn snuggled closer, "What, I'm not keeping you warm enough?
"Well, it's more about the distribution of the heat. You see..." Gunn
placed a finger on Wesley's lips and pulled the blanket so it covered both
Looking down, Gunn tried to decide which he liked better, sleeping Wes or
half-awake Wes. He'd been awake watching Wesley for a while, trying to make
sense out of how his life had changed the previous night. The longer he
waited for Wesley to wake up, the more confused everything was becoming.
There were piles of new questions and problems.
"Wes, last night...it was good, great, but I'm looking at us this morning
and thinking that this simple man's life has suddenly become too
complicated. Let's start with the fact that I've been laying here for the
last half hour with my naked body pressed up against yours, and I don't want
to let go. I mean does that make me gay? I was thinking about Janet
Jackson before and it was doing all the right things. What are we going to
say to Fred and Groo?"
Wesley knew last night that this conversation was going to have to take
place. However, he was rather hoping not to have it at 5am. "Slow down,
one at a time. I could quote you scientific studies, but the point is that
most people aren't 100% gay or straight. It's okay for you to think about
Janet Jackson and me. I mean, not at the same time-well, that's not such a
bad thought I suppose-"
"Wes!" Gunn interrupted. Wesley quieted down and smiled up at him in the
dim light. Gunn continued, "I've never thought of guys that way."
"I bet you have. You just didn't realize that the thoughts could be sexual.
I've watched you drool over men before."
"Oh, I don't think so."
"The Lakers." In Gunn's mind, a scene flashed of sweaty men, taller than he
was, smacking him good naturedly as they chased the ball down the court.
Suddenly there was the image of his ass being palmed like the ball, and he
got a little excited.
"Oh, shit. Who else have I been looking at?"
"Don't worry, it's mostly been athletes on television."
"You were eyeing up some the men in tights at the ballet, which is why you
and Fred floored me so much."
"Well, those guys are like athletes too, right? Right?"
Wesley laughed at him, "Well since they have more leg muscle than you and I
combined, they're athletes. So no, you're not necessarily gay, but not
strictly straight either - not that I care one way or another."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be spending so much time thinking about other
people when we're all...you know, together."
With a dismissive noise, "So, any regrets?" It was a question that needed
to be asked.
"No, not exactly. I mean, I'm glad we did what we did last night, and I'm
hoping we do some more of it." In the dim light of the room, Wesley could
see Gunn glance away, "It's just that I don't want to lie to folks, and I'm
afraid of what they'll think."
"Do you think, I could have a little more of the bed?" Gunn looked
embarrassed and rolled off Wesley, which allowed them to both settle more
comfortably, side by side. "Gunn, I don't like lying either, and one day
I'd like it if I could just as casually mention that I had a date with a man
the same way I would about a woman. For over ten years, I've mostly omitted
the truth, but yes; there have been times that I've lied. I've lied to you
about this before."
"Kinda figured that out last night. I mean I don't blame you. Thinking
about it, I'm glad you did. Where I grew up, guys who did things with other
guys didn't get a lot of respect. I'd have treated you bad and that
probably woulda stopped us from being friends."
"So how do you feel about it now?"
That was the million-dollar question that Gunn had been trying to work out
for the last half-hour. Complicated scenarios of who knew what about whom
swam through his head. It was too confusing to make sense out of so he
didn't really get anywhere with it.
"I could say allota things about what I want and who I'd like to know and
who I wouldn't care if I fibbed to. Truth is, I've been changing my mind
and rearranging my thoughts every five minutes. Wesley, you *are* my best
friend. I don't want that to change. I know our friendship won't be
exactly the same after last night, but I wasn't lying when I said I needed
you around. We spent some time talking about trust last night. No matter
what ultimately comes of our time alone like this, I trust that you are
going to do right by me. It's a part of the whole big picture, but only a
small part. When we get up and go to the hotel, there's still a lot of
ground to cover to get back what we had. I'm going to ride your ass worse
than you did to Angel's last year, because you should have known better.
But, I still don't know what I'm going to say to Fred and Groo."
"Card table, huh?" Wesley decided that they really needed to talk about
their friendship and not necessarily who knew the details of it.
"You only get a flat surface and a chair because I don't want to slow down
your efficiency with the books. But hey, the library, formally known as
your office, is at your full disposal."
"I swear, I will never lie to you again about my feelings. I'm not a
Watcher anymore, but I made promises and vows about protecting the world
that still mean something, everything to me. I won't let that go; it's what
I was doing when I took the baby."
"I know, and I wouldn't ask you to ever give that up. Hell Wesley, it's one
of the things I admire most about you. What I want is for you to stop being
so pigheaded about the idea that you have to save the world alone. The part
that hurts is that you didn't trust us to help you. That you didn't trust
It was Wesley who turned away this time. The walls of self-righteous pride
were falling down into a pile of doubt and indecision. He had
second-guessed himself for days before he took the baby, but once he had
made the decision there was no looking back. Even now, he could hear the
tactician in him screaming that he had done the right thing, that protecting
Gunn, Fred and Cordelia from Angel's wrath was right. But now, he could also
look past that and see the knife he stuck in Gunn's back to do it.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, all of you. Most days, I don't give two figs about
the people who raised me. You, Cordelia, Angel, Fred, you're the family I
care about, that I want to protect. I don't know if you can understand
this, but the only way I could protect you was to hurt you."
Fred's face in the food court swam largely in Gunn's mind. The day he had
hurt her so she wouldn't have to watch him die at the hands of the loan
shark. "Damn-it! I did the same thing less than a month ago. I broke up
with Fred, really nasty. I sold my soul to a loan shark when I was a
teenager. He came to collect, and I didn't want her to get hurt trying to
protect me. I promised her I'd never lie like that again, that we'd face
whatever it was together."
Wesley leaned over to see if he was joking. "Okay, let's put aside the loan
shark for a moment, which we will get back to later. When you told her you
wouldn't lie again, it felt like the honest to God truth, didn't it? I
could mean every word of it if I said the same thing to you right now, but I
know that when push comes to shove, I'd do it again."
"It's true. I didn't lie to her that night, but I'd break that promise in a
heartbeat if I thought I could spare her. I'd do the same for any of you.
But you know what, the guilt for planning to break that promise is going to
weigh on my mind and on my decisions. So, promise me what you can. Next
time we have to go through this - I'd say God forbid, but we know that's not
gonna work. Next time, I want that promise making you feel like shit when
you have to make the call. Then maybe you think twice and remember that I'm
willing to die to help save the world at your side."
Wesley was shaking from the emotions racing through him. No one. No one,
not his mother, not the Council, not Angel or Cordelia had ever cared about
him like the man lying next to him. It was at that moment he knew that he
loved Charles Gunn more than as his best friend. He also knew that he
wasn't going to say it out loud and embarrass them both. Reaching out, he
entwined his long fingers with Gunn's calloused ones.
"You know, this is what I like so much about you. You are the most loyal
and devoted person on the face of the earth, and I don't deserve you as my
friend. I promise you that I won't try and save the world without you and
when I'm going to do something stupid and life threatening, I'll ask you to
join me. Gunn, Charles, I...I...I think your a complete wanker."
Gunn wasn't sure of the exact definition of wanker, but he got what Wesley
was saying. "Ditto on the promise and, and you just suck too."
They rolled toward each other and kissed as if they might never have the
chance to do it again. After a few moments they separated and turned away.
Gunn spoke first. "Man, you got some seriously funky morning breath."
"Yeah, nice to know I'm not alone. Come on get up." Wesley smacked Gunn's
"It's five-thirty in the morning! Is breakfast part of this plan?"
"Oh, I suppose we could fit it in. I was thinking of just heating up a
slice of leftover pizza."
"You call that breakfast? What about some eggs and pancakes? I bet your
mouth tastes real good with a little maple syrup."
"I don't mind maple syrup, but I don't usually eat my pancakes American
style. I prefer mine with raspberry jam." A little wave of nostalgia
washed through Gunn, different again.
"Actually," Wesley looked away smiling, becoming a little shy. " I've always
had this little fantasy of covering you in raspberry jam and spending an
entire morning licking it off."
Gunn looked at Wesley like he couldn't believe what he just heard.
Different. Different was good. "So, any jam in the house?"
"We don't have time to do that properly, maybe Sunday. Come on get up."
"Okay, if you're not planning breakfast, why do we have to get up now? I
know you haven't been back to the hotel in weeks, but how long do you think
it takes to drive there? And, we still haven't talked about talking to Fred
Wesley sat back on the bed. "Okay, here's my proposal. For now, all they
need to know is that we've decided to be friends again and hang out. It's
the truth; it's what we're doing. A month from now, one or both us could
decide that this was a mistake. You may decide that being with a man was a
nice experiment, but not something you're want to do long term. In which
case, they don't have to know anything."
"But a month, three months from now, if we're still together?"
"Hey, we're going to rebuild the trust one day at a time, what about this?
I'm not blowing off your question. We can't keep a keep this from them
forever, but I think we should give ourselves some room to decide what we
"Okay, it is the truth, so I can live with that. So tell me why we have to
get up now?
"Well, someone woke me up by rubbing his naked cock against my naked
backside. After we both get to brush our teeth, I'm going to show you some
of the fun and games that two men can have in the shower. That's what's
going to take us a while."
"Wesley, let me ask you something."
"What?" Wesley's voice was beginning to take on that pleading quality
"If we were walking through some dark alley alone, and I asked you to drop
your pants and have sex right there, would you do it?"
"Well, it would depend. Are we stalking something that might interrupt us
and kill us? What's the chance of getting caught? Mind you, not that
either of those might stop me, sometimes the danger aspect, well it adds a
little excitement. I mean, if the alley was really filthy, it would give me
Gunn wasn't really listening to Wesley's full explanation. He was just
lying there thinking that life was so much simpler with someone who thought
Saturday night was meant for beer and pizza while sitting in front of the TV
in just your boxers. Getting out of bed, he grabbed Wesley's hand. Wesley
was still expounding on the philosophy of sex in an alley.
"...the fact that I've done it in an alley is, of course, playing into my
response. Oh, where are we going?"
Stopping, Gunn turned back to him. "Huh, it was your plan. Am I
responsible for remembering everything? Brushing our teeth followed by fun
and games in the shower."
"Oh, you don't have to remember everything." Wesley gave Gunn's hand what
he hoped was a manly squeeze. "I've got your back."
That hot flush that makes a man want to say mushy stuff went up and down
Gunn's spine, but all he said was, "Cool."