Prompt #10 - AtS - Spike, Fred, Wesley
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tamingthemuseWere the Skipper and Gilligan Gay?
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: AtS
Characters: Spike, Fred, Wesley
Genre: humour
Warnings/Rating: contains m/m kissing and m/f kissing, so lots of kissage but not much else.
Summary: continuing on from Father’s Day, Spike, Fred and Wesley become closer.
“Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip,” Fred sang along happily. Wesley and Spike suffered because she was too cute when she sang, and they were just drunk enough to not really care.
Tequila night had fast become a tradition between the three, all of them feeling the need to relax and connect away from the influences of Wolfram & Hart.
Fred had turned the television on when she realised the show was on. After winning the last drinking round she had demanded they watch it as her prize.
“Do you think the Skipper and Gilligan were gay?” Fred said suddenly.
“What?” Spike looked at the screen in puzzlement.
“Well they shared a hut and the Skipper is always hitting Gilligan,” Fred explained.
“And that makes you think they are gay? You have some interesting ideas of sexual attraction,” Wesley said, “but yes I think you could be right.”
“We are like the castaways weren’t we?” Fred said, “A mismatched bunch brought together by accident. I always wanted to be Ginger but I think I was Mary Anne,” Fred said with a sigh.
“Cordy would have made a great Ginger,” Wesley said, “not that you wouldn’t have either,” he hastened to add.
“You would have been the professor,” Fred giggled, “and Angel would be the Skipper.”
“Pet if you call me Gilligan I will bite you,” Spike said from his position at the end of the sofa where he was painting Fred’s toenails for his last forfeit.
Fred giggled again and Wesley joined her, “well if the cap fits Spike,” Wes said.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t bite you too Wes,” Spike warned. He blew on Fred’s toes to dry the paint and she squirmed at the sensation. “So what’s the next game?” he asked keeping Fred’s feet in his lap.
“Truth or dare,” Fred said. Wes and Spike both groaned, “Or we could play Well I never.”
“Truth or dare it is,” Spike said, “otherwise I will be totally plastered since I reckon there’s not much either of you two have done that I haven’t.”
“Fair enough,” Wes agreed, “who wants to start?”
“Me,” Fred raised her hand in excitement, “Wesley truth or dare?”
Wes looked at both his partners in crime for a moment, “truth,” he said finally.
“Who do you fancy at Wolfram & Hart?” Fred asked.
Wesley blushed and looked at his hands, “I’ll take the dare please.”
Spike smirked and Fred blushed. “Okay,” Fred screwed up her face to try and think of a forfeit. A sneaky look crossed her face, “I dare you to kiss Spike!”
“Hey,” Spike protested, “why am I the forfeit?”
“Or do you want to tell the truth?” Fred looked at Wes with a crafty expression.
Wes sighed and scooted along the couch until Fred was effectively pinned between him and Spike. Spike raised a challenging eyebrow at Wesley who quickly leant over Fred and kissed Spike briefly on the cheek.
“Cheat,” Fred grumbled.
“Alright Spike,” Wes sat up again quickly, “your turn, truth or dare?”
Spike knocked back his drink and took a deep breath, “truth.”
“Who do you fancy at Wolfram & Hart?”
“Fred,” Spike answered promptly. Fred blushed and Wesley finished his drink.
“Right then Fred, have you ever kissed another girl before that wasn’t a family member,” Spike said with a leer.
“You’re supposed to ask me truth or dare,” Fred protested.
“Yeah right, truth or dare?” Spike said.
“Truth,” Fred said with a squeak, “and yes I have,” she mumbled.
“Alright Fred, got to watch the quiet ones don’t ya Wes?” Spike grinned.
Fred poured another round of drinks and finished her with barely a grimace. “Spike, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Spike answered with a confident smile on his face.
“Have you and Angel ever been intimate?” Fred asked.
Spike choked on his drink and glared at the two sniggering humans, “I’ll take a dare thank you,” he said with as much dignity as he could manage.
“I dare you to kiss Wes properly, with tongue and everything.”
“Bloody hell woman, you’ve got a serious kink you know,” Spike complained.
“You could answer the question,” Wes suggested nervously, “I promise it won’t leave this room.”
“No thanks,” Spike slipped out from under Fred’s feet and moved around to stand in front of Wesley, “wouldn’t want to disappoint a lady now would I?”
Wesley sank back into the couch as Spike straddled his thighs moving closer until their lips were almost touching.
Fred watched with wide eyes as Spike first teased Wesley’s lips with his tongue and slipped it past the slack lips. Then their lips pressed together and Wesley’s lips were not slack anymore.
All three were panting when Spike pulled back. Spike looked seriously at Wesley for a moment and then grinned.
“Truth or dare Wes?” Spike said to the stunned man.
“What? Oh, um dare,” Wes replied in a daze.
“I dare you to kiss Fred the same way,” Spike grinned. Wesley and Fred both blushed. “You really won’t like the forfeit,” Spike added as incentive.
Wes swallowed nervously and turned to Fred; she smiled just as nervously as he stood. Leaning in so they could feel each others breath on their face, Wes let his tongue stroke Fred’s lips which she parted with an O of surprise allowing him entry.
Finally Wes pulled back from the kiss and sat back down heavily. Both Wesley and Fred touched their lips softly surprised by the puffiness there. Spike sipped on a beer watching them intently.
“Well then,” Wesley regained his composure, “my turn again. Fred, truth or dare?”
Fred shook off her daze and looked at Wesley, “dare.”
“Well I think we should complete the circle as it were so I dare you to pass the kiss on to Spike.”
“Shit Wesley, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Spike said.
“Well it occurred to me that I am the only one that hasn’t enjoyed a bit of voyeurism yet,” Wesley said with a smirk.
“Are you sure?” Spike asked seriously.
“Yes,” Wesley replied.
“Hello,” Fred waved a hand to break the stare between them, “dare girl here making her decision.”
“And?” Wesley turned back to Fred.
“Duh, yes of course,” Fred grinned, “not giving up this chance to kiss the other hot guy in the room.”
Fred grabbed Spike by the collar of his tee shirt and pulled him closer. She looked him in the eyes as their lips met. It was soft and tender, and filled with love. It was Spike’s tongue that slipped past Fred’s lips and coaxed her to come and play.
When they separated everyone looked flustered and Fred quickly poured another round of drinks. They all looked at different points of the room and tried to decide how to react to what had happened between them.
“So,” Spike said after too much silence, “any ideas for annoying Angel again?”
“We could rearrange his office so he can’t find anything,” Fred suggested eagerly.
“Or convince him that he agreed to an arranged marriage,” Wes added.
“Wes my man, I knew there was a devious son of a bitch in there somewhere,” Spike said with admiration.
“Make him learn a completely fake language for the ceremony,” Fred giggled.
“Or suggest that we know all about him and Spike being intimate,” Wes leapt off the couch before Spike could catch him.
“It was just one time and it didn’t count,” Spike insisted as Fred collapsed onto the floor with laughter, “I will bite you Wesley.”
“Promises, promises,” Wesley ducked around the couch laughing too hard to try and escape properly.
Spike tackled him and they both fell over the couch into a heap with Fred. Spike was laughing now too, and it dawned on him that for the first time in a long time he was truly happy. He really pitied Angel at that moment for not being able to risk such a feeling.
END
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: AtS
Characters: Spike, Fred, Wesley
Genre: humour
Warnings/Rating: contains m/m kissing and m/f kissing, so lots of kissage but not much else.
Summary: continuing on from Father’s Day, Spike, Fred and Wesley become closer.
“Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip,” Fred sang along happily. Wesley and Spike suffered because she was too cute when she sang, and they were just drunk enough to not really care.
Tequila night had fast become a tradition between the three, all of them feeling the need to relax and connect away from the influences of Wolfram & Hart.
Fred had turned the television on when she realised the show was on. After winning the last drinking round she had demanded they watch it as her prize.
“Do you think the Skipper and Gilligan were gay?” Fred said suddenly.
“What?” Spike looked at the screen in puzzlement.
“Well they shared a hut and the Skipper is always hitting Gilligan,” Fred explained.
“And that makes you think they are gay? You have some interesting ideas of sexual attraction,” Wesley said, “but yes I think you could be right.”
“We are like the castaways weren’t we?” Fred said, “A mismatched bunch brought together by accident. I always wanted to be Ginger but I think I was Mary Anne,” Fred said with a sigh.
“Cordy would have made a great Ginger,” Wesley said, “not that you wouldn’t have either,” he hastened to add.
“You would have been the professor,” Fred giggled, “and Angel would be the Skipper.”
“Pet if you call me Gilligan I will bite you,” Spike said from his position at the end of the sofa where he was painting Fred’s toenails for his last forfeit.
Fred giggled again and Wesley joined her, “well if the cap fits Spike,” Wes said.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t bite you too Wes,” Spike warned. He blew on Fred’s toes to dry the paint and she squirmed at the sensation. “So what’s the next game?” he asked keeping Fred’s feet in his lap.
“Truth or dare,” Fred said. Wes and Spike both groaned, “Or we could play Well I never.”
“Truth or dare it is,” Spike said, “otherwise I will be totally plastered since I reckon there’s not much either of you two have done that I haven’t.”
“Fair enough,” Wes agreed, “who wants to start?”
“Me,” Fred raised her hand in excitement, “Wesley truth or dare?”
Wes looked at both his partners in crime for a moment, “truth,” he said finally.
“Who do you fancy at Wolfram & Hart?” Fred asked.
Wesley blushed and looked at his hands, “I’ll take the dare please.”
Spike smirked and Fred blushed. “Okay,” Fred screwed up her face to try and think of a forfeit. A sneaky look crossed her face, “I dare you to kiss Spike!”
“Hey,” Spike protested, “why am I the forfeit?”
“Or do you want to tell the truth?” Fred looked at Wes with a crafty expression.
Wes sighed and scooted along the couch until Fred was effectively pinned between him and Spike. Spike raised a challenging eyebrow at Wesley who quickly leant over Fred and kissed Spike briefly on the cheek.
“Cheat,” Fred grumbled.
“Alright Spike,” Wes sat up again quickly, “your turn, truth or dare?”
Spike knocked back his drink and took a deep breath, “truth.”
“Who do you fancy at Wolfram & Hart?”
“Fred,” Spike answered promptly. Fred blushed and Wesley finished his drink.
“Right then Fred, have you ever kissed another girl before that wasn’t a family member,” Spike said with a leer.
“You’re supposed to ask me truth or dare,” Fred protested.
“Yeah right, truth or dare?” Spike said.
“Truth,” Fred said with a squeak, “and yes I have,” she mumbled.
“Alright Fred, got to watch the quiet ones don’t ya Wes?” Spike grinned.
Fred poured another round of drinks and finished her with barely a grimace. “Spike, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Spike answered with a confident smile on his face.
“Have you and Angel ever been intimate?” Fred asked.
Spike choked on his drink and glared at the two sniggering humans, “I’ll take a dare thank you,” he said with as much dignity as he could manage.
“I dare you to kiss Wes properly, with tongue and everything.”
“Bloody hell woman, you’ve got a serious kink you know,” Spike complained.
“You could answer the question,” Wes suggested nervously, “I promise it won’t leave this room.”
“No thanks,” Spike slipped out from under Fred’s feet and moved around to stand in front of Wesley, “wouldn’t want to disappoint a lady now would I?”
Wesley sank back into the couch as Spike straddled his thighs moving closer until their lips were almost touching.
Fred watched with wide eyes as Spike first teased Wesley’s lips with his tongue and slipped it past the slack lips. Then their lips pressed together and Wesley’s lips were not slack anymore.
All three were panting when Spike pulled back. Spike looked seriously at Wesley for a moment and then grinned.
“Truth or dare Wes?” Spike said to the stunned man.
“What? Oh, um dare,” Wes replied in a daze.
“I dare you to kiss Fred the same way,” Spike grinned. Wesley and Fred both blushed. “You really won’t like the forfeit,” Spike added as incentive.
Wes swallowed nervously and turned to Fred; she smiled just as nervously as he stood. Leaning in so they could feel each others breath on their face, Wes let his tongue stroke Fred’s lips which she parted with an O of surprise allowing him entry.
Finally Wes pulled back from the kiss and sat back down heavily. Both Wesley and Fred touched their lips softly surprised by the puffiness there. Spike sipped on a beer watching them intently.
“Well then,” Wesley regained his composure, “my turn again. Fred, truth or dare?”
Fred shook off her daze and looked at Wesley, “dare.”
“Well I think we should complete the circle as it were so I dare you to pass the kiss on to Spike.”
“Shit Wesley, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Spike said.
“Well it occurred to me that I am the only one that hasn’t enjoyed a bit of voyeurism yet,” Wesley said with a smirk.
“Are you sure?” Spike asked seriously.
“Yes,” Wesley replied.
“Hello,” Fred waved a hand to break the stare between them, “dare girl here making her decision.”
“And?” Wesley turned back to Fred.
“Duh, yes of course,” Fred grinned, “not giving up this chance to kiss the other hot guy in the room.”
Fred grabbed Spike by the collar of his tee shirt and pulled him closer. She looked him in the eyes as their lips met. It was soft and tender, and filled with love. It was Spike’s tongue that slipped past Fred’s lips and coaxed her to come and play.
When they separated everyone looked flustered and Fred quickly poured another round of drinks. They all looked at different points of the room and tried to decide how to react to what had happened between them.
“So,” Spike said after too much silence, “any ideas for annoying Angel again?”
“We could rearrange his office so he can’t find anything,” Fred suggested eagerly.
“Or convince him that he agreed to an arranged marriage,” Wes added.
“Wes my man, I knew there was a devious son of a bitch in there somewhere,” Spike said with admiration.
“Make him learn a completely fake language for the ceremony,” Fred giggled.
“Or suggest that we know all about him and Spike being intimate,” Wes leapt off the couch before Spike could catch him.
“It was just one time and it didn’t count,” Spike insisted as Fred collapsed onto the floor with laughter, “I will bite you Wesley.”
“Promises, promises,” Wesley ducked around the couch laughing too hard to try and escape properly.
Spike tackled him and they both fell over the couch into a heap with Fred. Spike was laughing now too, and it dawned on him that for the first time in a long time he was truly happy. He really pitied Angel at that moment for not being able to risk such a feeling.
END
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Date: 2006-09-13 02:02 am (UTC)I just couldn't help myself,
as soon as I thought of the idea those words came into my head and the rest of the story fell into place.
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Date: 2006-09-12 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-13 02:02 am (UTC)it was too cute not to be written.
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Date: 2006-09-13 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-13 03:56 am (UTC)I may be a slash girl at heart and a spangel girl in my heart of hearts but I love it when Spike is allowed to have friends.
glad you liked it.
Were Skipper and Gilligan Gay?
Date: 2006-09-16 02:42 pm (UTC)Spike painting toe nails, Fred's kissing past, ways to tease Angel...all great things!
Re: Were Skipper and Gilligan Gay?
Date: 2006-09-17 01:28 am (UTC)something about the show was just asking to be written about *grin*,
glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2006-09-17 09:32 am (UTC)They really were castaway, weren't they? - deep in their cups.
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Date: 2006-09-18 06:37 am (UTC)Gilligans Island was pretty terrible but spawned a lot of television *grin*.
You are the only one to pick up on the drinking idea of castaway,
glad you enjoyed it
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Date: 2006-09-17 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 06:37 am (UTC)one of the ways is going to feature in my next story...
glad you enjoyed it
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Date: 2006-09-18 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 06:38 am (UTC)I always liked the way Wes and Fred were when they were drunk...
glad you enjoyed it