Arrow Inferno
Chapter 23: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~Danger and charm… Hot chef!

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"Just pour in this heavenly filling and let's eat it now," Will said, making Stan laugh.

"It's a cheesecake not a fucking cheese soup," He snorted. "It has to be in the freezer for at least four hours. Answer the damn phone, Will." Stan sighed.

Will went back to his seat and picked up the call. He told whoever it was that he was busy and would call back. He went quiet for some minutes and then apologized. Then after repeating that he would call back, he hung up. "What is diction?" Stan asked without stopping what he was doing.

"You heard that?" Will sounded surprised.

"The sound on your phone is loud."

"No, it's not."

"What is diction?" He asked again.

Will hesitated for a moment. Then with a sigh he said, "Dick action."

"I see." It sucked though, Stan thought. At least he hadn't smelt her in a while which was good. Between spending time with him and the wolf, Will just didn't have time. "For a moment I thought it had to do with English lessons." Will burst into laughter then. "Fucking hell, are you for real?"

"That must have been some really good dick action then because she kept saying she'd missed it."

"Can we not talk about my...diction please." Will rubbed his eyes. "She hasn't seen me since the party."

"So she's missed your diction. Makes a lot of sense." He popped the cheesecake into the freezer. "Done. Now to my beef and mush... Hope you don't mind if I add mushrooms."

"I don't." Will went to the fridge for a bottle of beer. "Want one? Or you might get drunk and fuck up..."

"On a bottle of beer?" Stan couldn't hold in his laughter. It took a lot of booze for a werewolf to get drunk. "Give me one."

Before Stan began to work on his beef and mushroom sauce, he took out the lamb chops that had been marinating since dawn, from the fridge. The beautiful aroma that filled the kitchen as he worked on his sauce amazed Will. He kept asking questions about the ingredients and why Stan chose to use each. Stan would always give him a silly outrageous reason before telling him the correct reason which made Will laugh. It was almost as though he was watching a live cook show. He was enjoying watching Stan cook.

"I'm so impressed," Will mumbled as he watched Stan peel the potatoes. "Don't you think you missed your calling?"

"Think I should have been a chef?" Stan chuckled. "That's your fourth bottle. Trying to get drunk?"

"If you don't want me to get drunk give me something to do." Will left his seat and went to stand beside Stan. "What's the bacon for?" He pointed at the strips of frying bacon.

"I'll cut it up and mix it into the mashed potatoes." Stan put the potatoes on fire and then took out a strip of fried bacon and blew on it. "Open up." He instructed and then pushed the strip into Will's mouth.

"Hmm, you fried it with butter."

"Yep." Stan took the bacon off the fire and put a grill pan on the burner. "I can work on these babies now." He muttered as he sprinkled the pan with a little oil. Then he arranged six pieces of the marinated lamb chops in it and then added some crushed garlic.

"It smells heavenly." Will gazed at the sizzling lamb chops. "Do you cook often?"

"Nope. Only when I want to impress a hot soldier."

"How many of those have you cooked for?" He watched as Stan tasted the beef and mushroom sauce and gave a satisfied nod.

"You're the first." Stan flipped the lamb chops.

"How many men have you cooked exclusively for...like this?"

"You're the first." He dropped some chunks of butter onto the lamb chops. "And before you ask whether I've cooked for any ladies, the answer is no. I don't have time. I only do that for my pals once in a while." "So you've never dated a guy." It wasn't a question.

"Never. I've never wanted to until now." He lowered the fire beneath the lamb chops and then checked whether the potatoes were done. "Sure you want to?"

"Positive." Stan crossed his arms and looked straight into Will's eyes. "Listen, I'm not like the usual guy out there. I don't do relationships. Never been in one. So far I've only fucked people I'm interested in and nothing more." "So you're all about fucking huh?" Will took a swig from his bottle.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Stan nodded. "But for once, I want to do things differently. I don't want to just fuck and move on."

"And does that have anything to do with the sex of...this person?"

"Don't you mean you?" The corner of Stan's mouth twitched at Will's shrug. "Maybe it's because you're not someone I would typically go in for." He lied.

Yes, Will wasn't someone he'd typically go for but that wasn't the real reason he wanted to do things differently. If he gave in to temptation and fucked Will, he would bite him. And he wasn't ready to do that under their current circumstances. "I don't know whether to feel insulted or flattered," Will said.

"Just telling it like it is." Stan shrugged. "But I'd take that as a compliment if I were you." He flashed a grin. "I like you, Will. Very much. And I don't intend to fuck it up so I want to do everything by the book."

"What happened to a good old wham, bam thank you ma'am?" Will muttered and then downed what was left in the bottle.

"You're worth more than that to me." Sensuality laced the werewolf's tone. "In as much as I'd love nothing more than to bend you over every surface and bang you like a screen door in a hurricane, I'd rather just give you the chance to get to know me and like me too." Stan turned off the heat under the potatoes. "Want to mash these?" He asked as he drained the water from the potatoes. When he didn't hear any response, he turned to look at Will. The soldier looked flushed. And he was fidgeting like crazy with the bottle in his hand. And that heartbeat... "Will?"

Will's breath clogged behind a tight throat. "Sure." He croaked. Fuck! He put down his empty bottle and then drew in a shuddering breath. "Need water." His voice was barely above a whisper but a bottle of water surprisingly appeared in his line of vision. "Thanks." He took it and downed it in a go. Then without looking at Stan who continued to stare at him, Will went to wash his hands.