A/N: Travis and Wesley don’t belong to me. This ficlet is a present for vampireofshadows, and the characters are hers.

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Valentines Day. It was brilliant reason for Travis and Wesley to get together, although they hardly needed an excuse to do so. But on the fourteenth of February it was different, special. After all it was the most romantic time of the year. And so they found themselves at Travis’ home, alone, because his parents were away for their own romantic getaway.

They had decided to share the task of cooking, a symbolic gesture in its way. It signified that they shared what they had, and neither was typecast into a particular role of being the ‘man’ and the ‘woman.’ And it worked out great in the bedroom because they all but lived by the philosophy ‘variety is the spice of life.’

As they cooked together, making full use of the large, well stocked area they had a tendency to get distracted, and as Travis fed Wesley part of the salad he was preparing he immediately leaned in to kiss his boyfriend. As they happily kissed Wesley used his tongue to push the food into the brunette’s mouth. When they pulled away they were both smiling and Travis turned to finish the healthy side of the meal.

The food preparation continued like this until the main dish was simply left to finish cooking and the two boys sat at the beautifully arranged table eating their salads. The lights had been dimmed and a candle was placed in the centre of the table, illuminating the couple in the flickering light. Classical music played quietly in the background and even if it was all horribly clichéd it didn’t matter, because from time to time it wasn’t clichéd, rather it was romantic.

The presents were being saved until after the meal, Wesley smiling to himself as he thought of his own gift, and the same could be said for his boyfriend. They spoke about the things that they normally did, all of it important in it’s own way yet maybe not meaningful enough to remember.

As a display of good timing the oven timer dinged to signify the main course just as the pair had finished the salad, and the aroma of chicken filled the air. Travis got up to serve his guest and soon they were sipping the bottle of wine they had managed to buy despite the under-agedness of them both alongside the chicken breast and vegetables. Of course both boys were looking forward to desert the most, after all which healthy boy didn’t?

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” Wesley proclaimed after the main course had had time to settle. Travis saw this as his opening, and followed his boyfriend up the stairs, quietly and undetected. As the redhead went to the left the brunette turned right and went to his bedroom on the far end. It was, as usual, tidy, if not slightly more romantic and showy as was normal. Scented candles were lit, and clothes discarded so that the shorter boy was clad only in his silken black boxers and lounging on the freshly made bed, the red sheets both festive and soft.

There was just one thing missing. He leant over the edge of the bed to grab something from underneath it and arose with a pair of gummy handcuffs around his wrists and his boyfriend eyeing him hungrily. He smiled seductively (he hoped that was the look achieved) and Wesley all but pounced on him. Travis’ linked wrists hooked around his boyfriend’s neck and pulled him closer so that they could share a deep, lingering kiss.

Once they pulled apart Wesley asked, “So what are they in aid of?” clearly referring to the sweet seduction technique. “Sweets for my sweet,” the brunette whispered, “and so you know that I’m always yours.” Any other words would have been lost as Wesley impatiently sought the mouth of his love, leaving small trailing kisses on the underside of his jaw first, before plunging in.

The smaller boy moaned as his hips bucked seeking friction, and he made use of the handcuffed hands to draw his boyfriend closer, and he wasn’t one to ignore what was wanted of him. He followed the contours of the body below his own, paying it every detail with his lips and tongue until he reached the waistband of the silky boxers. They remained in place, at least for the time being he reasoned, and he grasped the right ankle in his hand, trying to be careful. He dragged his tongue along the underside of the foot and then sucked on the large toe. Then he followed the inside of the leg up until he was level with his boyfriend’s erection which matched his own, but he ignored them both, despite Travis’ whimpers. Instead he mirrored his previous actions but on the left side until he was, once again, level with the erection.

He grinned wickedly as his mouth hovered over the still material clad penis, ignoring the pain he himself felt from the now too tight dress pants. As he exhaled Travis bucked his hips, but he pulled away. “Wes…” he moaned, growing desperate, and not at all accustomed to the torture he was under. Never was his boyfriend normally so evil. After what seemed like hours of being licked and kissed, but no sucking or stroking, Wesley moved to the waistband of the black boxers. In his teeth he grabbed the elastic and pulled the material away from the sensitive flesh. Travis sighed in relief at the freedom, and shivered from the cold air hitting him.

“Please…” He whimpered and the redhead smiled. He relaxed his throat muscles and took his boyfriend in his mouth, light sucking and running his teeth and tongue along the length, so that Travis was assaulted by a series of sensations. His body relaxed, and he felt himself getting into the rhythm, moaning. Then he felt something else, a cold finger prodding. He hadn’t even noticed Wesley applying the lubricant to his fingers. They had never actually gone all the way but the brunette had a feeling that tonight it was going to change, and that, he thought, was the least he could do for his boyfriend. Even if the attention had bordered on torturous.

He felt the first finger enter, and curl and stretch. Even if it hurt it didn’t matter, because it was his love that was doing this. Besides, according to all accounts nothing compared to the end feeling. Then a second finger joined and his whimpers mingled with moans. He was drawn between the pain at the rear, and the pleasure at the front, and it was the mix between them that kept him on edge.

With one last lick Wesley withdrew from the penis, and instead focused on his own, hoping to any and all gods he wouldn’t hurt his boyfriend as he entered him. The joyful gasp from said boyfriend suggested otherwise and after a few slow, tentive thrusts they had achieved a somewhat frantic rhythm.

It didn’t take too much for both of the boys to come and so Wesley removed his penis from his boyfriend and Travis noticed then that there was a condom he had never noticed. He watched, eyes half closed, and a sleepy yet content smile plastered across his face as the used condom was disposed of. Once his boyfriend returned he realised he came all over him and he moved to lick the mingling substances off of him, tasting himself and Wesley, as a layer of sweat coated both of their bodies.

He couldn’t hide his tired yawn and the next thing he knew he was almost asleep and his redhead boyfriend was telling him, “I love you.”

“Love you,” he mumbled and fell asleep, the gummy handcuffs still firmly around his wrists. Unbroken, a symbol of their love.