Wes/Gunn, rated R

[gilascave]

for gem225



The Educated Gentleman
by James

"Yo what?"

"Yo-Yo Ma," Wesley repeated, patiently.

Gunn gave him a look. "You don't be talkin' about my mother."

Wesley rolled his eyes. "Yes, and I'm sure he's never heard any comment of that sort before."

"He's not hearing me now," Gunn pointed out. "Unless you got him stashed under the bed."

Wesley glanced down, guiltily. Gunn poked him roughly in the chest, and Wesley said, "There's no cellist under there, you have my word."

"No harpist or flutist either?"

Wesley took a moment before saying, "No-o."

Gunn poked him in the stomach. "Bassoonist?"

"There is not a bassoonist under the bed," he said very clearly.

Gunn moved his hand and poked -- or rather, grabbed -- something else. "What you got under the bed, Wes?"

"I'm sorry, but all questions will have to wait until the briefing is completed. We are going to the concert on Saturday, and you will sound as though you have the slightest clue who we're there to see."

"This Yo Mama guy," Gunn repeated, and did something with his hand.

"You know...precisely...that really is...." Wesley reached up and pulled Gunn closer, and kissed him, hard.

When he released him, Gunn said in his ear, "What's under the bed?"

"Torture me all you like; I'll never tell!" Then he grabbed something of Gunn's, and proceeded to distract him...or get revenge...or distract himself until they forgot all about concerts and birthday presents hidden under the bed.