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Just snagged three lovely Giles, Wes, Giles/Wes icons from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
literati.
I'm trying really hard (given that I'm ever so slightly squiffy) to remember the time I thought three icons were enough for anyone.
I need way more than 50 ::broods::
It's also illuminating to see how few Spike icons I have now. One where it's just him, in fact. Giles and Wes are monopolising my icons. See me not complaining much, but there's a slight pang of guilt ;-)
So I did this snippet of S4 basement S/X. You knew I would ;-)
Slush Puppy
“What’re you up to then?”
“Kind of thought it was obvious.”
Xander debated moving his hand – which would expose a two strokes away from popping cock, and keeping it in place which might prove...embarrassing.
“Well, yeah, and can I say thanks for getting it out of the way before I’m tied to a chair and a captive audience, but that wasn’t what I meant.”
So he hadn’t been asleep the night before. Fuck. Should’ve known vampires didn’t snore.
Spike strolled over and stirred a bowl of melting ice cubes with his finger. “No beer in sight...and your hand’s dripping...” His hand snaked across and a finger scooped up some of the droplets rolling down Xander’s wrist and brought it to his lips. “Tap water.” An eyebrow rose heavenward. “Now why do you want to jack off with an icy-cold hand wrapped around your bits and pieces, hmm?”
Silence wasn’t just golden; it was the only answer he had that didn’t need to be followed by some form of ritual suicide to escape the shame.
Then Spike unpeeled his fingers, one at a time and replaced them with his own. “See? Room temperature, you ninny.”
Spike’s hand was hot against chilled flesh. And he managed to hold out for five strokes.
literati. I'm trying really hard (given that I'm ever so slightly squiffy) to remember the time I thought three icons were enough for anyone.
I need way more than 50 ::broods::
It's also illuminating to see how few Spike icons I have now. One where it's just him, in fact. Giles and Wes are monopolising my icons. See me not complaining much, but there's a slight pang of guilt ;-)
So I did this snippet of S4 basement S/X. You knew I would ;-)
Slush Puppy
“What’re you up to then?”
“Kind of thought it was obvious.”
Xander debated moving his hand – which would expose a two strokes away from popping cock, and keeping it in place which might prove...embarrassing.
“Well, yeah, and can I say thanks for getting it out of the way before I’m tied to a chair and a captive audience, but that wasn’t what I meant.”
So he hadn’t been asleep the night before. Fuck. Should’ve known vampires didn’t snore.
Spike strolled over and stirred a bowl of melting ice cubes with his finger. “No beer in sight...and your hand’s dripping...” His hand snaked across and a finger scooped up some of the droplets rolling down Xander’s wrist and brought it to his lips. “Tap water.” An eyebrow rose heavenward. “Now why do you want to jack off with an icy-cold hand wrapped around your bits and pieces, hmm?”
Silence wasn’t just golden; it was the only answer he had that didn’t need to be followed by some form of ritual suicide to escape the shame.
Then Spike unpeeled his fingers, one at a time and replaced them with his own. “See? Room temperature, you ninny.”
Spike’s hand was hot against chilled flesh. And he managed to hold out for five strokes.