__I'll Be Home For Christmas__
By FerretGirl



Wesley was about to slide they key into the lock of Lindsey McDonald's apartment when the man's voice drifted to the closed door. Straightening up, Wesley blinked. Christmas songs? He could distinctly hear that beautiful voice he loved to hear so much currently belching out Jingle Bells.

Raising an eyebrow, Wesley glanced at the door. He never was one for celebrating Christmas. In fact, he'd like to skip the whole fest if it weren't for the fact that it tended to slap you in the face everywhere you went. Not to mention that Cordelia had found it necessary to put up a tree at the Hyperion.

And now his boyfriend was apparently in the spirit of the season as well. Wesley actually dreaded opening the door, afraid what he would find. But still, Lindsey had called him. Wolfram and Hart actually gave people some days off for Christmas, for some unknown reason. But why look a gifted horse in the mouth? It was a great opportunity for them to spend some time together.

Sighing, Wesley slipped the key in the lock and opened the door. He gaped at the apartment. There was a Christmas tree, lights strung up around the window and on the sofa was Lindsey McDonald. With his guitar singing Christmas songs. Wearing a Christmas hat as well.

"Hey, there you are!" Sitting up, Lindsey put away his guitar and smiled over at Wesley. "How'd you like the place. I thought I'd bring in some christmas cheer!"

"Yes," Wesley muttered, closing the door. "The only thing missing are the snacks. Frankly I'm surprised you're not munching on anything currently." Walking further into the apartment he dropped his bag by the table near the door.

Lindsey frowned. "Are you mocking my stomach?"

"I wouldn't dare," Wesley snorted, giving him a raised eyebrow.

"Hmmm, yes you would." Narrowing his eyes, Lindsey grabbed his guitar again, strumming yet another christmas song. Which of course would be accompanied with singing.

Wiping a hand over his face Wesley just stared at them. He'd gone insane, that was the only reason he could come up with. Either that or... "Are you ill?"

Stopping mid song, Lindsey blinked at his lover. "What? No, why?" He glanced around in wonder if there might have been something that would have given Wesley such an idea.

"You're strumming your guitar and singing Christmas songs," Wesley stated dryly.

Pursing his lips, Lindsey glared at the man. "Are you mocking my guitar now too?"

"Of course not," Wesley insisted, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm merely wondering why you're suddenly in such high spirits."

Because I have someone to spend Christmas with for the first time in years, Lindsey thought. Though he knew he was going to have a hard time getting that someone into the same spirit. But the main thing was, Wesley had mocked his stomach and his guitar. One more thing and someone was going to get punished. Right now Lindsey was hoping Wesley would mock one more thing. He already had the perfect punishment in mind.

"No, no. You were mocking my guitar and before that my stomach," Lindsey goaded him.

Wesley blinked. "If I were to mock your anything, I'd mention you were in need of a haircut."

"You're mocking my hair now?" Lindsey actually had to fight not to look to gleeful. Strike three.

"If I really wanted to mock someone's hair, I'd go bother Angel. No, I'm suggesting you're in need of a hair cut. It's to long." Stepping over to the sofa, Wesley sank down on it.

"You like it long. You tangle your hands in it when we have sex," Lindsey pointed out.

"When we make love."

"Fine. When we make love. The point is. You just," Lindsey held up his hand, holding up a finger with each word, "mocked my stomach, my guitar and my hair. That's three strikes."

"What?" A puzzled look flickered over Wesley's face.

"Three strikes and you're out. You mocked me three times and now you're going to get punished." Lindsey put a certain tone in his voice he know would make his lover shiver.

And shivering Wesley did. He mouth suddenly went dry and he sucked in his breath. "Excuse me?" he tried weakly.

"Nope," Lindsey smirked. "Bedroom now. I want you naked and on the bed in five minutes. I'm just going to get some... toys." Getting up, he put away his guitar safely, patting on it before walking over to the closet where he kept his toys.

Staring after his lover's retreating back, Wesley shuddered again. He knew better then to disobey his Lindsey when he used that tone of voice. Though, doing so could be fun as well. They didn't play this game often, since neither of them were really fan of it. But when they did, it could get interesting. And apparently Lindsey felt like playing it now. Wesley could do that for him, it would be like a Christmas gift of sort.

Getting up slowly, he sauntered over to the bedroom. Equally as slowly he shucked his clothes, folding them up neatly before putting them on the chair, then he laid down on the bed and waited for Lindsey. His cock was already twitching when his mind conjured up images of what his boyfriend might do.

Box of toys in hand, Lindsey walked into the bedroom. He stopped when he saw Wesley on the bed. Naked. Legs spread a little, cock jutting out, all lean and slender muscles. He kept his eyes on Wesley while he sauntered over to the bed. Putting the box on the bed within easy reach he sat down. He brushed the flat of his hand over his lover's chest, down his stomach, past his shaft and over a leg ending at a foot. "Beautiful," he muttered, enjoying the way it made Wesley blush.

Wesley licked his dry lip and made an effort not to move. He enjoyed that familiar hand on his skin. Slightly callused fingers sliding over his body oh so slowly, knowing exactly what area's to touch. "Alright," he said, after clearing his throat several times. "Any rules I should be aware off?"

"Nah, it's Christmas. I'll go easy on you." Lindsey turned around and rummaged through the box. "Ah! Here we are." Looking back at Wesley triumphantly, he held up a pair of leather handcuffs.

With wide eyes, Wesley looked at them, swallowing hard. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he laid back down without a word, he put his wrists above his head. He held onto the headboard of the bed while he locked his eyes with Lindsey.

"Good boy," Lindsey whispered. He stood up and brushed his hands over the sensitive skin of Wesley's arms all the way up to his hands. There was one click, then a second and Wesley's hands were securely tied to the bed. Stepping back, Lindsey looked at the picture. His own shaft started to throb inside his jeans just from the sight of it.

Quickly he got rid of his own clothes, dropping them on the floor where he stood. He knew that would drive his neat freak boyfriend insane. But what could he do about it. The man was tied to the bed. The Christmas hat stayed on though. He liked that hat, it was funny dammit! When he turned around again, ready to start the... punishment, only to find Wesley looking at him with a funny expression.

Wesley bit his bottom lip while his eyes racked over Lindsey's body. The man was gorgeous. Strong hands, erect shaft, muscular chest, full lips and that stupid Christmas hat. He couldn't help the small giggle that came out. "That's just adorable," he snickered, tugging lightly on the cuffs. They were secure though, he couldn't move his hands and he knew it.

Walking over to the bed, Lindsey straddled his lover waist and glanced down at the man. "Now you're mocking my hat too?" he made a tsking sound, bending forward. "You're going to regret that," he whispered against those soft lips before pressing his own against them.

Licking over Wesley's bottom lip, Lindsey brought up his hands to tangle in his lover's hair. Wesley parted his lips willingly, sucking the other man's tongue into his mouth. They slid wetly over each other while they took some time to taste. Lindsey flicked the tip of his tongue over the roof of Wesley's mouth, scraping his teeth over the bottom lip. When air became an issue they pulled back reluctantly.

"Hmm you taste good," Lindsey muttered. "Now I'm going to taste something else. Moving his mouth to Wesley's neck he started to suck and lick the soft skin, while he traveled down the man's body. He smirked at the sounds rewarding his efforts. Blowing hot air over one nipple he sucked it into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it until is was hard. His thumb took over, rubbing it while his mouth traveled to the other nipple. It got the same treatment until it was hard as well.

Wesley closed his eyes and groaned loudly. This was already torture and Lindsey hadn't even really begun yet. He could feel that tongue sliding over his skin, further down and arched off the bed when it dipped into his navel. It moved further, following the small trial of hair until he could his lover nuzzle his pubic hair. "Oh god, Lindsey," breathing hard he arched off the bed, trying to move his cock closer to that hot mouth.

Lindsey however went past it, hands still playing with Wesley's nipples like a fine tuned instrument. Sliding them down his lover's sides he put them on those slim hips and looked up. "Playtime," he whispered, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He pulled the box closer and produced another item.

Prying his eyes open Wesley glared at the cock-ring. Great. He wasn't going to be allowed to come until Lindsey was done... playing. He gasped when his lover's hands were on his cock. His balls were lifted and looped through the little rings. Breathing hard he glanced down at his cock now just as effectively trapped as his hands.

Pulling his lover's thighs apart, Lindsey settled between the Wes' legs. His own cock was throbbing painfully between his legs, but he ignored it for now. When he was done playing with Wes, he knew his lover would take care of it.

Bending down he took the purple cock in his hand. He swiped his thumb over the pre-come leaking from the head before blowing hot air over it. He could feel the familiar weight twitch in his hand and smirked. He was going to make Wesley beg by the time he was done. His tongue flicked out lapping at the pre-come, shuddering at the salty taste. Wrapping his lips around the head, he swirled his tongue around it, sucking on it hard.

Wesley let out a long and loud moan when he felt those lips around his aching erection. He glanced down and saw his lover's mouth slowly slide down his cock. Bobbing up several times, the little bell on the Christmas hat tinkling in time. "Bloody hell..." Fighting not to buck his hips, Wesley pressed his arse into the mattress.

Lying down on the bed, Lindsey rubbed his own shaft over the sheet to give it some much needed friction. He swirled his tongue around the head if the pulsing cock in his hand while he started to pump it slowly. He hummed around it, enjoying how it made his lover gasp. Cupping the man's balls in his other hand, he rolled them around, squeezing them lightly.

Aching with the need to touch his lover, Wesley tugged on the hand-cuffs. He'd probably end up with bruises, but he couldn't care. He needed to touch Lindsey. But the fact that he couldn't, that he was completely helpless to whatever Lindsey chose to do turned him on even more. Breath coming in shallow pants, he threw his head back and started to thrust shallowly into his lover's mouth.

Pulling away from Wesley's cock, Lindsey made a shushing noise when his boyfriend made a frustrated, disappointed noise in the back of his throat. He crawled up his lover's body and held up two fingers, putting against Wesley's bottom lip.

Opening his mouth slowly, Wesley sucked both finger in. Swirling his tongue around them, he sucked at them slicking them with his own saliva. He could taste himself on those finger and groaned loud. Head bobbing he slicked them up all the way until Lindsey pulled them out.

Looking down at Wesley, lips swollen from kissing, Lindsey bend down and captured them again. Wet lips sliding over each other briefly before he pulled away again.

Moving down he settled between Wesley's legs again. His lover spread is leg in an unspoken command, planting his feet flat on the bed. Tracing both finger around the man's puckered hole, Lindsey wrapped his other hand around the throbbing cock again. He knew Wesley wasn't going to last much longer.

Wrapping his lips around the hot shaft again, Lindsey plunged both fingers into Wesley. Crooking them he nudged the man's prostate, tongue working the head, hand pumping around the base of the shaft.

"Linds," Wesley started to chant his lover's name, arching up from the bed. "God... Please.. L-love. I need... need... please." Gasping for air, he looked down his sweat slicked body and moaned in frustration. He needed to come. Badly. But he knew he couldn't until he had actually said it out loud.

Thrusting his fingers in and out Wesley's arse, Lindsey pulled up his mouth until only his lips were against the head. "What is it Wes? Say it. I want to hear you beg," he said against hot flesh. He used his lips to play with the foreskin, dipping his tongue into the small slit, humming a Christmas tune.

"I-I... need.. I need... Please, Lindsey..." Taking a shuddering breath, Wesley squeezed his eye shut and licked his lip. "Please, love. I.... n-need to c-come.... Please!" Unable to keep it in any longer he started to thrust up his hips in earnest. He needed to come so bad he was aching with need.

The desperation in his lover's voice made Lindsey shaft twitch hard. "Such a good boy," he whispered against the heated cock. Taking a deep breath he slid his mouth all the way down until his nose was buried in the pubic hair. Pumping his fingers, he kept brushing them over his lovers' prostate. He relaxed his throat and reached out with his other hand to release the cock-ring from around the throbbing erection. Relaxing his throat, he pushed his fingers hard against that pleasure spot while he released the ring.

Arching up like a bow, Wesley cried out. The world narrowed down to nothing but what Lindsey was doing to him as his orgasm washed over his body. He gasped for air, falling down on the bed in a boneless heap, while he spilled his release into his lover's mouth.

Eagerly swallowing around Wesley's shaft, Lindsey moaned at the sight of his boyfriend coming so hard. His own cock was rock hard between his legs now, aching with need. He milked his lover's orgasm until the cock in his mouth went soft. He licked the soft shaft clean, dipping lower to suck a ball into his mouth, and then the other, cleaning them as well.

Then he crawled up that sweat slicked body, nipping and licking at the salt skin. Sucking on nipples, throat and then capturing that sweet mouth. He pushed his tongue past parted lips, sharing Wesley's own come with him. His body slid over his lovers, while he thrust is own aching shaft against his lover's hip.

Pulling back when Wesley needed air, he smiled into his lover's far to blue eyes. "I hope you learned you're lesson," he said amused. Reaching up he released the handcuffs in one flowing motion.

Hands now free, they wrapped themselves automatically around Lindsey. "Uh huh," Wesley nodded, apparently unable to from a coherent sting of thought. Though, he could move again, considering the fact that he had just wrapped his hand around Lindsey cock. "What do you want?" he asked softly.

Throwing his head back, Lindsey moaned. He thrust his hips into the tunnel of his lover's hand. "I want to be inside you," he muttered. Knowing he wouldn't last long, he curled his hand around Wesley's wrist, stilling his motions. "And you need to hurry,' he groaned.

Getting the hint, Wesley slid from underneath Lindsey and dove for the box. Producing a tube of lube he settled between Lindsey's legs. "How did that favorite saying of yours go again?" he snickered, slicking up his lover's cock with swift, expert moves. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

He reached behind him, stretching himself a little more, before tossing aside the lube. He straddled his lover and took the man's cock into his hands. Slowly he slid down, groaning when he felt it pulsing inside him. "Let's save a horse." Taking Lindsey all the way in he pushed down on his lovers' cock then let himself fall forward on his elbows.

He began to move up and down, clenching his muscles. "Yes!" Lindsey hissed. He planted his feet flat on the bed and met his lover thrust for thrust. On hand moved over a sweat slicked back, while the other wrapped around Wesley's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Their moans were stifled by their mouths as Wesley kept spearing himself on Lindsey faster and faster.

Lindsey could feel his balls tightening, drawing up fast. "Wes," he whispered, wrenching away his mouth. "So close..." he kept pushing up his hips, back arching off the bed. Wesley clenched around him hard again and again. Lindsey tilted his hips a little, aiming for his lover's prostate again.

Bending forward, Wesley latched onto his lover's neck. Sucking and nipping as the soft skin. Lapping at it with his tongue. He moved from one side to the other, humming with pleasure while he kept riding Lindsey hard. He felt the man's hand tangle in his hair, holding him in place. "Come for me, Lindsey," Wesley whispered, scraping his teeth over sensitive skin. He clenched around the pulsing shaft hard.

Arching off the bed with a strangled cry, Lindsey felt his balls drawing up hard and fast. He was breathing heavily. One hand clutching the sheet, the other one tugging hard on Wesley's hair. There was nothing but white noise and his own voice screaming his lover's name when he came long and hard.

Just watching Lindsey come was enough to give Wesley a small second orgasm. He slowed down his movements until his lover had calmed down enough. He slumped down ontop of the man, licking away a drop of sweat on the shoulder. "I think I've learned my lesson," he muttered breathlessly.

"Good," Lindsey said. "Because I'm not sure I'm up for more lessons." Chuckling he rolled them both to their side, making certain not to pull out of Wesley. He liked being in there. He smiled when Wesley possessively slid one leg over his and an arm snaked around his waist. Glancing down he looked into Wesley's sleepy eyes. "Tired?"

"Hmhm," Wesley nodded, brushing his hand over a damp back. He glanced up and giggled when he saw Lindsey was still wearing that stupid Santa hat. "Merry Christmas, love," he giggled, leaning up to kiss the tip of the man's nose.

Rolling up his eyes, Lindsey grinned sheepish. He'd completely forgotten about it. HE shook his head a little and giggled as well when he heard the small bell jingle. He scooted down until he was face to face with his lover and captured his lips for a kiss. "Merry Christmas, Wes." Licking his lips, he still taste a bit of Wesley. "I knew I could get you in the Christmas spirit."

Wesley glared up at him, reaching out to pull that stupid Santa hat down over his lover's eyes. "Git."

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