There's a naked ripply-arse man on the tv...

[moonlettuce]

Angel looked into the office, smiling softly as he saw Wesley's head on the desk, gentle snores coming from the sleeping man. Closing the distance between him and the desk, Angel carefully moved the book from under Wesley's cheek, saving it from the drool about to hit it. Angel marked the page Wes was at before he placed the book on the shelf, turning back when he heard Wes's voice.

"Angel?"

Blue eyes peered blearily at him.

"Hey." Angel crouched down, fingers reaching out to card through brown hair.

"I must have fallen asleep."

"You work too hard."

"There's a lot to do," Wesley pointed out.

"We can do it tomorrow." Angel held out a hand, smile crossing his face as warm fingers wrapped around his.

And the vampire with a soul led the man he loved to bed.