Okay, the drabble generator thingy, gakked from phendog hurt my brain...
Giles stepped carefully out into the horny sunshine, and admired Wesley's ass. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a sexy sight."
Wesley climbed off the mistletoe and walked quickly across the grass to greet his lover. Giles patted Wesley on the cock and then tried to stroke him huskily, but without success.
"That's all right," Wesley said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not delicious," Giles. "Not as delicious as the time we stroked in the box."
Wesley nodded lovingly. "We were wonderful back in those days."
"Our chests were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Giles said. "Everything seems huge and erect when you're young."
"Of course," Wesley said. "But now we're bare, we can still have fun. If we go about it softly."
"Softly?" Giles said . "But how?"
"With this," Wesley said and held out a sweet snow. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to stroke."
Giles swallowed the snow at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to stroke softly. They stroked like brooding and Angel were now a synonyms. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.