*****

And it's already to the point of pain by the time he slips into the tiny office bathroom. Shame, there, and fear -- if anybody were to walk by while he.

Too much, thought of his own cock in his hand and his body is screaming bitterly for much much more. That moment of visceral, senseless terror -- what if it's not enough? His own hand. After.

Just one moment, almost back home, safe ground after spying on a nest of of of... some bloody kind of demon. Pants around his knees now.

Sound. Turns the water on and takes himself in hand and braces himself on the sink and pictures it. Walking, chatting with Angel about nothing, anything when suddenly taken by the scruff of his neck, yanked into an alley and slammed against the wall. Angel pressed close, using the darkness of his coat to shelter them until whoever it was had passed and.

"Shhh."

Taken the shock and turned it in on itself, turned it vicious and oh, Angel --

Rock hard and *hurting* all the way home because it had broken open like an egg, smashed against the wall and everything he was running out and the strokes aren't gentle.

Fast and brutal and Wesley bites his lip hard enough to bleed just before he would've yelled and he drops to his knees and that's it, one flash:

Dark cold naked kneeling Angel's oh Angel's cock in his *mouth*--

Coming hard, four hard shots, directed at the floor and hitting with a wet slap that makes his cheeks burn and he's still holding the sink with his free hand and Wesley just kneels there.

Until he can breathe again.

*end*