Arrow Inferno
Chapter 18: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Danger and charm… The liplock!

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Will went still. He searched Stan's eyes. He didn't have to ask whether that jealousy stemmed from Stan wanting Akua for himself or whether he wanted him. He didn't have to be a genius to know the real reason. It was right there in those beautiful blue eyes. Stan's expression was unguarded at that moment, hiding nothing. And Will couldn't, for the life of him, understand why he wasn't irritated or disgusted or angry. All he could think of at the moment was one thing. One moment Will's hands were inside Stan's pocket, in the next, his hands were out and he was turning them around and pushing Stan up against the wall with his body. Then his lips were on Stan's.

Stan had never been more shocked in his life. When he felt his mate's lips on his, his body had tensed up as if he'd been struck by lightning. And when those soft lips began to move against his, the sensation he felt was like nothing he'd ever felt. Every nerve ending in his body shifted into high alert. His blood quickened and his skin tingled. Then that hot and hungry mouth was urging his to open to him. Stan couldn't stop his moan as his eyes drifted closed. It felt as if he'd been hit with a healthy dose of lust. His lips parted, allowing Will's tongue to dive in and explore. It was almost as if the soldier wanted to consume him...make him part of him. When that tongue began to plunge rhythmically, as though he was fucking his mouth, Stan took over.

Will gasped when his back hit the wall. He tore his mouth away and looked at the man who had roused such feelings of lust within him. They stared at each other, both panting. Will saw the lust glittering in Stan's eyes and knew that his eyes had the same glazed lustful look. He felt the tension coiling inside him, felt his heart beating fast, and felt his impossibly hard cock pushing against his jeans. He knew he had to reel in his senses but he couldn't. He felt like he was starving. He needed more of that delicious mouth. And when Stan cupped the sides of his face, Will felt an inner thrill because he knew that he was going to get what he wanted. But although he wanted it, he tried to act sensibly. "Stan?" He groaned shakily.

"What?" Stan breathed, tilting Will's head slightly to the side.

"We need to stop." But his softly whispered words didn't sound firm even to his own ears.

"You started it." Warm breath cascaded down the side of Will's neck making him give an involuntary shiver. And even before the soldier could recover, Stan began to trail tiny sensual wet kisses along his neck. "Oh shit!" Will moaned brokenly, gulping air into his struggling lungs.

His neck was an erogenous zone for him. He didn't usually tell people because he always wanted to be in control. What the fuck was Stan doing there? Harsh sounds of want and need spilled out of his sexily parted mouth as he thrust his groin against Stan's. Their erections rubbed against each other's, separated only by a rough patch of material. The sweet friction did its job on them both, heightening their excitement and need. And when Stan began to suck on that neck, Will almost dissolved into a puddle. A ragged breath that sounded very much like a plea tore out of him;

"Please."

"Still want me to stop?" Stan rasped, rutting against Will hotly. His mate's taste was simply intoxicating. He couldn't believe how quickly Will had worked him into a frenzy. His body was afire with lust...unfulfilled and urgent lust. He needed to fuck.

"I can't think straight right now." Will moaned, totally gone on pleasure. "Then don't think."

Then Stan was kissing his way back to Will's mouth and taking those lips in a lush, deep kiss. Lips and tongues mated as both men slowly and passionately devoured each other. Stan's gentleness and leisurely rhythm made the kiss so sensual Will couldn't hold in his moans. Those moans, to Stan, sounded like both a plea and a surrender. He knew that Will wasn't going to put up much protest if he wanted to fuck him. He had him exactly where he wanted and the beast inside him knew that. Bite him already. He heard his wolf growl and felt his fangs begin to drop down. No, no, no, Stan screamed at himself as he tore his mouth away and abruptly turned his back on Will. His self-control was abandoning him and there was nothing Stan hated more than not being in control.

"Stan..." Will's gasp showed his shock and confusion. His leg buckled so badly he dropped down into a squat, his breath coming out harshly.

"Sorry." Stan rasped as he walked quickly to his room. He could feel the beast trying to take over his body. But he couldn't let that happen. That was the last thing Will needed right then.

In his bedroom, Stan headed directly to the bathroom, kicking off his shoes as he went. In there, he stood under the cold shower, fully clothed. He was determined to do anything to keep his wolf at bay. He allowed the cold water to calm his sizzling system for about ten minutes before stripping out of his clothes. He couldn't believe he was still as hard as nails even after soaking under the cold water for that long. When he eventually stepped out of the shower, he knew he had to go and talk to Will. Leaving him as he'd done was bound to send the wrong signal. He didn't want his mate thinking he didn't want him because he wanted him with his whole being.

As Stan pulled on his usual nightly attire of sweats and t-shirts, he heard the sound of rain and wished he could let out his wolf to run as the beast loved running in the rain. Well, too bad, he thought as he left his room to Will's. He knocked on Will's door softy but got no response. He knocked again but still nothing. He couldn't hear any movement in the room. It was almost one a. m. so maybe Will was sleeping already, he thought. But it was too quiet in there so Stan decided to try the door. It wasn't locked. And Will wasn't in there.

"Will?" Stan called out when he stepped out of Will's room but again, nothing. Then it hit him. "Oh, god no..." He groaned as he ran for the door. He just knew where his mate was. "Shit, shit, shit..." He breathed as he dashed into the rain, not even bothering to slip his bare feet into anything.

He hadn't heard Will leave the suite because he'd been standing under the shower with all senses shut off just to keep his wolf down. It was very dangerous to be in that jungle at that time. Some really deadly predators preferred to hunt at that time because many of their prey species had poor night vision. Stan's heart pounded as he ran, his eyes amber to enable him see clearly in the dark. He hoped he could get to Will and convince him to come back to camp. He didn't have any intention of shifting because his mate wasn't safe around his wolf at that moment.

Just as he smelt Will, Stan heard the ferocious grunt and felt his heart drop to his stomach. It was a large male wild boar. They were noted for their penchant for unprovoked attacks. This particular boar was grunting insistently as it charged at... Oh hell, no!