Title: Leather
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,000 words
Summary: Set sometime during S1. Angel likes the way Wesley looks in leather.
Author's Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] maleslashminis. [livejournal.com profile] bookishwench requested a book, a window, a scent and did not want to see non-con, either of them trying to hurt the other. I fail because I didn't have a book involved. Sorry. But I do have the other two things, and 3000 words of hot sex, so I hope she forgives me. Happy Valentine's Day everybody!

Wesley had no idea why Angel would want him to put on his leather pants, but it was easier to force himself into the restricting pants than try to get an explanation. Even if the bloody things chafed and he never wanted to wear them again. Angel sat on Wesley’s bed, propped up against the wall, arms folded across his chest, his face completely impassive. The single bulb in the room flickered, warning Wesley that it would burn out soon, and Angel’s eyes were shadowed. The open window let in a bit of light from the street, and the sheer curtains occasionally fluttered from a light breeze. The breeze wasn’t enough to ease the smoldering summer heat, and sweat coated Wesley’s skin. Which made wiggling into the leather pants even more insane.

Wesley’s fingers felt fat, and his legs were tingling and wobbly. Any moment, they’d betray him, and send him toppling to the floor, like they always did. Angel wouldn’t laugh at him. Not openly, at any rate, but Wesley would still wish for the ground to open and swallow him. Somehow, he managed to get them pulled up around his hips and zipped without causing himself any great injury.

“Can I take these off now?” Wesley asked.

“You just got them on, Wes.”

“I feel stupid.”

“You look great. Take off your glasses.”
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