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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer
  Relationship:
      Angel/Spike
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Coming_In_Pants
  Series:
      Part 1 of Self-Discovery
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-07 Words: 3010
****** Watch Me ******
by Morgana
Summary
     Left on his own, Will does a little exploring, while Liam does a
     little peeping
Will stretched out on his bed with a sigh. He'd spent the morning lounging by
the pool and swimming, and hadn't bothered to get dressed after his shower. Why
should he, when he had the house all to himself? His parents had taken Darla to
visit another college, and he wondered idly what his overly picky sister would
find wrong with this one. So far she'd gone through too big, not nearly big
enough, too much of a party school, too serious, not prestigious enough and
ugly people swarming on the campus. Although why she'd worry about ugly people
when she had the hottest man alive waiting on her hand and foot was another
question entirely...
His dick twitched, as if just the thought of his sister's boyfriend was enough
to get him hard. Thankfully, he managed to retain some control, but the specter
of the handsome brunette, once summoned, refused to go away. Instead, it
lingered, forcing Will to look at the dark brown eyes, the perfectly
symmetrical features that looked as though they'd been chiseled from granite
and the thin lips that always seemed curved in a smirk, only sometimes melting
into a teasing smile. Will had tried to imitate that smirk, even gone so far as
to create a persona in his head to go along with it, but he never quite reached
the level of cool he was aiming for. He was just Darla's nerdy brother.
Spike would never put up with that. Spike would've made himself known, would've
teased and taunted and driven anyone he wanted mad with desire until they came
to their knees at his feet and begged for him. But then, Spike wasn't a 17-
year-old virgin with a hopeless crush on someone that barely realized he was
alive, either.
Will had known he was gay for a while now. He and Xander used to jerk off to
dirty magazines together, and when he realized that it was the sight of his
best friend's hand wrapped around his cock that got him off, there hadn't been
much use denying his sexuality. He'd gotten more comfortable with it, even came
out to his parents and Xander last year, but for a long time, it had just been
fantasy, as he'd never really met a guy that attracted him enough to want more.
Or at least, he hadn't until Darla had brought her new boyfriend home. Will
thought about those dark eyes, about the way they seemed to look right into
him, and he felt the familiar tingle in his stomach. His cock swelled, rising
lazily from its curled position amid his dark thatch of hair, and he reached
down to pet his rising erection, fingertips teasing over his skin as he
pictured that intense gaze watching him. Would he talk to him, tell him what to
do, or just stare and take notes the way he so often seemed to do?
This was usually when he'd get up to lock his door or go jerk off furtively in
the shower, but today Will didn't bother. Nobody was around to see; there was
nobody who might get suspicious at the amount of time he spent in his room or
bathroom, so he could afford to take the time and really enjoy himself. Closing
his eyes, he pictured a familiar figure leaning against his door, imagined hot
eyes following his every move as he stroked up his length with featherlight
touches, moaning softly as he thought about how erotic it would be to have
someone watch this most private of acts.
Forcing his hand away from his aching cock, Will raised it to his mouth,
licking a long stripe up the middle of his palm. He ghosted his other hand over
his chest and licked again, shivering when his fingers stroked over his nipple.
One last lick made sure his hand was sufficiently wet and he pinched his nipple
just as he curled his fingers around his dick, the lightning strike of pain
melding with the pleasure in an exquisite blend that made his hips shoot off
the bed as it tore a loud moan from his throat.
The Liam in his mind smiled at the sound and Will moaned again, tightening his
grip and pulling back until he pressed hard against the mattress. He pushed up
into his fist, trying to go as slowly as he could, wanting Liam to get a good
look and draw his own pleasure out. The temptation to speed up and come was
almost unbearable, and for a second he had to close his hand tightly over the
base of his cock, gritting his teeth until he felt the raw need ease a bit.
When he had better control of himself, he started stroking his dick again,
moving over the shaft with long, leisurely strokes. He swiped his thumb over
the tip, hissing at the sensitivity of the wet tip and wondering what Liam
would think about the moisture that was slowly coating his skin. Would he want
to touch it? Taste it, even? The thought of a slick tongue made him groan and
he dropped his hand down to cup his balls, rolling them in his palm.
His middle finger somehow slid behind his sac, stroking over the smooth skin
there until some unknown instinct whispered to him and he pressed up. Fireworks
exploded behind his eyelids and he bucked against his hand with a keening cry,
just barely managing to tighten his grip in time to keep himself from coming.
Fuck, that felt good! Somewhere beyond his conscious mind he knew this was the
tip of the iceberg, only a hint of the bliss his body was capable of. Another
cautious press sent a wave of pleasure pulsing through him, and he found
himself wiggling his hips, gasping at the difference in sensation that the
rocking motion created. His dick throbbed in his fist, although he couldn't say
if it was complaining at his neglect or signalling its approval of this new
thing, and he wiggled again for his fantasy's benefit until he heard the low
voice whisper in a husky tone, "Don't stop, Will."
Liam had come over to see if maybe Will wanted to go to the movies. He figured
the other boy might be a little lonely without either parents or sister, and
might enjoy a day out with some company other than his own. Without bothering
to call, he decided to drop by, letting himself in through the back when nobody
answered his knock on the front door. Will must be playing video games, or else
listening to his music. Darla was always complaining about the punk rock that
she said regularly blasted out of her brother's room, one of many battles the
two siblings had been through.
He opened his mouth to call out when a loud cry from upstairs made him pause.
Was that Will? Visions of the young man lying injured and in pain flashed in
front of his eyes, and Liam took the stairs two at a time as he raced to see
what was wrong. His heart was thudding in his chest, the pounding almost enough
to deafen him by the time he made it to the end of the hall, where another
tortured sound had drawn him. But Will wasn't hurt, and he wasn't in pain.
Will was spread out on his bed, limbs splayed in a wanton sprawl like a
caliph's favorite harem boy. The blue eyes that always seemed to see too much
were closed, in contrast to the full lips that had fallen open as he gasped for
air. Liam's fascinated gaze traveled over the lines of the body that was laid
out and completely open for his view, from the bare chest with its dusky
nipples drawn tight to the hard shaft that jutted out, grasped tightly in one
fist and the balls so carefully cradled in his other hand. He knew he should
leave before the other boy opened his eyes and saw him, should turn around and
pretend he never saw this, but his feet refused to move.
A low moan filled the air, the sound making Liam's dick stir. He watched
fingers stroke smooth skin and had a sudden image of his hands doing the
touching, easing back to - Wait, what the hell was he doing? He was straight,
and this was his girlfriend's brother! Shaking his head, he started to turn
around when a ragged gasp made him whip his head back to see Will's hips shake
in a wiggle that banished any thoughts of leaving. Whatever he was doing
obviously felt good, because he moved again, and Liam bit back a groan as his
dick hardened in a rush. His hand slid down to take hold of it and he
whispered, "Don't stop, Will."
Blue eyes opened, their dark color sending an electric thrill that went
straight down to his cock. But Will was either too deep into his fantasy to
notice, or too far gone to stop, because he just moaned and started to stroke
himself again. Liam couldn't tear his gaze away from the shining length that
was being worked so slowly, and he squeezed his own dick through the thick
denim of his jeans as he stared at the glistening wet tip. He'd never realized
how hot it could be to watch someone else as they got off, or how hard it would
be to keep from going over there to touch and take over.
Will opened his eyes when he heard the whisper, looking at the figure in the
doorway for a second before he moved to obey the order. His imaginary Liam was
gripping himself, staring at Will with a hunger that threatened to take his
breath away, and Will wanted to make sure he got one hell of a show. Licking
his lips, he moaned again, slowly stripping his cock with a practiced hand,
twisting his hand in a way that made his balls tingle. Raising his free hand,
he purred, "Watch me."
Two fingers slipped between his lips, a pink tongue curling around them in a
way that made Liam think immediately of what it would feel like wrapping around
his aching dick. He groaned softly, his hand starting to rub over the length of
his erection, too lost in what he was seeing to think about doing any more. The
fingers slid back and forth, in and out until they were thoroughly wet, the
skin shining when they were finally withdrawn. Will's legs opened, his knees
drawing up and Liam found himself walking into the room, only a few steps but
it put him in position to see more clearly as the wet fingers stroked over the
tiny hole that the change of position had revealed.
Little electric shocks danced up from his hole as he stroked over it and Will
gasped. He'd only played with himself here a few times, but each time it left
him weak-kneed when he came, and he wanted his fantasy Liam to see it. One
fingertip slid inside and he took a deep breath, then slowly pushed the rest of
the way in. A low moan near the foot of the bed told him that Liam liked that,
so he hurried to add the second finger, eager for the feeling of fullness it
always gave him. It slid in to join the first and he threw his head back with a
moan, stilling for a second to savor it before he moved, carefully pulling his
fingers almost completely out and then back in, curling them to find that
wonderful spot inside as he gently pinched the tip of his cock.
Liam's breath caught when he realized what Will was doing. Two long, slender
fingers disappeared inside Will's body then reappeared, moving in a slow pump
that made his dick throb. He glanced up at Will's rapt face, at the clear
pleasure that suffused his features, making him look like some kind of fallen,
debauched angel, and suddenly wished he could capture that beauty, sketch him
and keep him like that for eternity. His dick pulsed as though protesting being
trapped behind his jeans, but he didn't dare open them, couldn't take the risk
of breaking the spell that seemed to have fallen over them with the sound of
his zipper. Another slow motion of fingers kept him entranced, but he couldn't
resist asking, "Do you like that, Will? Like fucking yourself like that for
me?"
"Yeah," he panted, moaning as his fantasy started to fill out. God, he loved it
when his Liam talked dirty to him! "Feels so fuckin' good, could do this for
hours. Ohhhh, shit, yeah..." He wiggled again, gasping at the way the motion
stretched him. Curling his hand around his cock, he started to move, slowly
fucking up into his hand and then back onto his fingers. "God, that's good," he
panted. "Makes me want-"
Liam groaned, his hand pressing harder against his dick. "What do you want,
baby? Tell me." Some stranger seemed to have taken over his body and mouth,
making him urge this on, but he couldn't seem to stop it. This was dirty and
wrong and so hot he thought he just might catch fire.
"Want you," he muttered, unable to keep from speeding up. "Wanna feel your
hands an' cock 'stead of just mine." His eyes slowly closed again as he
completely lost himself inside his fantasy, thinking about Liam's hands on his
body, Liam's cock in his mouth, Liam's fingers inside him instead of his own...
He rubbed himself faster, never taking his eyes away from Will as he started to
writhe under the dual assault of his hands. "Fuck, you look hot like that," he
growled. "Where do you want me, Will?"
Will's ragged moan was almost enough to make him lose it. "Everywhere," he
gasped. "In my mouth, rubbin' against me, in my- Christ! In me, fuckin' me...
fuck, feels so good!" His hips were moving rapidly now, driving his cock into
his fist, then plunging him back hard onto his fingers, his whole body lit up
in a continuous circuit of pleasure. "Gonna come soon, can't hold back."
The confession drew a low moan from Liam, as he knew the other boy's climax
would almost certainly bring on his own. He'd never dreamed that he could get
this hot, had never been this hard with anyone else, and he wasn't sure if it
was the dirty thrill of watching the way Will's hands flew over his own skin or
if it was just... Will. But whichever it was, he knew he wanted more. "Come for
me."
At the sound of the low demand, Will tossed his head back, a high keening wail
escaping from his lips just before he thrust his fingers deep inside himself,
curled them to press against the spot and bucked up into his hand. His cock
swelled, then began to shoot, sending him spiraling down into ecstasy and he
couldn't hold back any longer. He howled in a sound more animal than human,
cries and gasps and moans breaking free with every burst of come than spattered
over his skin. And through it all, he could practically feel that burning dark
gaze on him, demanding more and more and- "Oh, God!" he screamed, unable to
stop as his cock hardened and shot again, covering him with more come than he
thought his balls even contained.
His dick pulsed against his hand when Will started to come, and Liam groaned,
working himself rapidly through the cloth. He was going to come in his pants
like a kid, but fuck if he cared, not when he was watching Will squirm and
scream out, his cock shooting long ribbons of come all over his chest in
glistening streams that Liam suddenly wanted to lick up. The thought of leaning
over Will, of snaking his tongue out to taste the evidence of the pleasure that
he was watching, was too much. "Will," he moaned, his dick growing almost
impossibly hard before heat washed over him and he came in long spurts that
soaked his jeans.
Will collapsed back against the bed, gasping for air like he'd just run a
marathon. Stars danced behind his eyelids for several moments, dazzling him
with their light before he gathered the strength to move. Easing his fingers
free, he forced his hand to release his softening cock, fingers trailing
through the sticky come that clung to his skin, gathering a bit on the way up
to his mouth. Without really thinking about it, he brought his hand to his lips
and stuck his tongue out, licking cautiously at the liquid that clung to him.
It was salty and slightly bitter, but definitely something he wouldn't mind
tasting again, and he smiled at the thought.
Fuck, was he trying to kill him? Liam's legs felt like rubber, barely able to
keep him standing after the mind-blowing orgasm he'd just had, and here was
Will, lapping up his own come with a smile that was almost enough to make him
hard all over again. He swallowed hard and glanced down at his jeans and the
wet patch that seemed to taunt him, reminding him of how he'd just come harder
than he could remember because of the boy in the bed. His girlfriend's brother.
With a muted cry, Liam whirled on his heel and ran for the stairs, suddenly
desperate to get away from the far-too-tempting creature who lay sprawled in
the lazy sensuality of the aftermath.
At the low sound, Will's eyes snapped open as he bolted upright in bed, but the
empty doorway offered no answers. Shaking his head, he muttered, "Lettin' your
fantasies get the best of you, mate," and lay back down. He'd need a shower
later, but right now... right now, he didn't want to do anything but nap
surrounded by the scent of sex and the memory of his Liam's eyes.
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