Blankets, Tea and Me for purpledodah

[jasonsnene]

Title:  Blankets, Tea, and Me
Author:  jasonsnene
Rating:  R
Warnings:  M/M
Pairing:  Wesley/Oz
Disclaimer:  Only mine in my dreams

A/N:  I wrote this a while back for my bestest gal, purpledodah, and just realized I hadn't posted it here.  *doh*  So anyhoo, here it is.  :D

Blankets, Tea, and Me

 

 

It didn’t seem like it had been nearly a year since they’d first realized there was more than just an attraction, more than just a passing fling. Wesley could honestly say that he didn’t know what he would have done without Oz this past year.

 

Things had been bad on the saving the world front. They each had their own responsibilities, their own teams to work for, to fight with. Both men counted themselves lucky when those two missions combined and they were allowed brief periods of time to be fully together.

 

Now though, Oz had decided he needed to be here, with Wesley. Wesley needed him to be here but had been so afraid to ask for more. Oz knew though, in that way of his that was so extraordinary. Wesley didn’t have to ask, Oz just gave. 

 

In return, Wesley vowed to himself to do everything in his power to prove to Oz that he was making the right choice. He didn’t have to tell his love that he’d packed his bags so many times, ready to chuck his work here out the window just for the chance to be with Oz full time. Each time he was pulled back in with a frantic phone call and he’d used his work to stem the tide of grief that pressed as each day passed and they were still apart.

 

One final look around the room and Wesley knew things were situated just the way he wanted. Oz didn’t knock when he arrived and Wesley smiled because it was just another signal that Oz was home at last.

 

He greeted him mere steps inside the entrance with a searing kiss that left them both breathless.   Oz dropped his few bags and allowed himself to be pulled closer into Wesley’s arms. It had been too long this time and neither man wanted to wait.

 

But Wesley had other plans. He wanted to show Oz just how cherished he was. He pulled the smaller man into the living room and lowered them to the pile of fluffy blankets he’d spread there.

 

Oz stiffened for a moment as his heightened senses picked up what Wesley had known he would. He turned his face and pressed them to the blankets, inhaling deeply and breathing in the scent of them, of their combined fluids from past connections where they’d had moments in the backseat of a car, with only one of Wesley’s blankets for extra comfort. 

 

He could scent the woods as well, where they’d spent many a night hidden away from the prying eyes of their friends, just wanting to be together. It all came back to him in a rush of scents and Oz reached for Wesley, pulling him close and showing him just how affected he was by the gesture.

 

Over all the scents came the undeniable musk that was Wesley: his come, his tears and even a touch of his blood. Oz realized that these blankets, these reminders of their love making and their bond were used by Wesley for comfort. He could imagine him curled into them, wrapping his body in their warmth after a particularly brutal night of demon fighting.

 

All this with a smell but now Wesley would have more than his blankets as a reminder. No more hiding, no more sneaking around pretending that they were just friends.  No more letting them believe that Wesley helped him with his wolf and nothing more.

 

In truth, he would never have gained control of his beast without the man laying so trustingly under him. Wesley’s faith in him made all the difference. They came together quickly, clothes melting away, each desperate to feel the others touch. 

 

Oz settled over Wesley, feeling his arousal pressing at his entrance and he lowered himself slowly, filling himself and feeling whole for the first time in so long. It didn’t take long as he raised and lowered his body slowly. Wesley’s hand gripped him gently, sliding in time with his movements and they came together, not in a fireworks display of passion, but in the slow moving river of love that would never fade away, it’s strength rounding out any jagged rocks or other obstacles in its path.

 

They came within moments of each other and Oz laid across Wesley’s chest, listening to his still pounding heart. Their next kiss was tender and they curled together for the longest time, letting the blankets absorb their scent and tell a new story.

 

Wesley slipped away and Oz grumbled at his absence but he was back moments later with a tray, his other comfort. He poured and Oz perked up at the familiar spices that were so unfamiliar in this setting.

 

He looked up at Wesley and his lover just smiled. “I switched to the tea you like. No need to make two pots anymore.”

 

That said it all.