Arrow Inferno
Chapter 27: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Danger and charm… Spending time!

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"Why do you ask?" Will wouldn't meet Stan's eye. He rather drew circles on Stan's shoulder with a finger.

"What you just did... You knew what you were doing. I'm not complaining. Just curious."

Will let out a deep sigh. "I wouldn't say I've done stuff like what I just did with you. I've seen guys do that right in front of me in college. I went to an all-male school. And this shit was common. It was all done just for fun." "I see."

"I'm not saying I've never done stuff..." Yes, he'd wanked off a couple of guys and been wanked off by more but surely that wasn't a big deal.

"It was all for fun." Stan grinned. "Hey, don't beat yourself up. Fun is good. I enjoyed that." He dropped a quick kiss onto Will's mouth. "A lot." He left the bed then.

"Think that cheesecake is set by now?" Will blurted out, making Stan laugh. "Maybe I should wait till after my run," He mumbled, getting out of bed too. It was getting dark outside.

"You mean you want to go and meet your wolf," Stan called from the bathroom.

"Yep." Will checked out the things on Stan's bedside table as he waited for him to come back into the room.

He realized that Stan's phone, which was lying on his bedside table, was down to five percent battery power so decided to plug it in to charge. In the process the phone lit up, showing a picture of a handsome little boy of about six. Will wondered who he was.

"Don't go." Will heard Stan say right beside him and raised his head to look at him in surprise. He was already in a pair of sweats which was even more shocking. He hadn't heard Stan come back into the room. "That's Jeremy's son." He said as if he could read his thoughts. "I could tell you were wondering who he was," Stan explained when Will raised a brow.

"He's very handsome."

"And very naughty," Stan chuckled, wondering how Will would react if he knew the little boy was way younger than he appeared. "Let's stay in today."

"The wolf will be expecting me, Stan." He followed Stan out of the room.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't think if it doesn't see you just for today, it will die."

Stan's naughty grin wasn't because of what he'd said but rather due to the barrage of insults his wolf was subjecting him to that very moment. And when the annoyed wolf finally spat, I don't understand your specific kind of stupid but I do admire your commitment to it, Stan couldn't help himself... He burst into laughter.

"What?" Will asked with a curious look. He didn't see what was funny.

"Just something funny I remembered." Stan chuckled as he took the cheesecake out of the freezer. "Let's take today as a complete off-day. Come on." He couldn't stop his smile when Will groaned.

"I don't know..."

"Hey, I left my work to spend time with you after I'd cooked for you." Stan gave a mock glare. "The least you could do is give up something for me too." "Well, when you put it like that..."

'The sucker!' The wolf growled within Stan at Will's words. "Aw shut up, Judas," Stan muttered under his breath, riling up the wolf even more. He just gave you an orgasm for fuck's sake. What's wrong with allowing him to spend an hour or two with me, you son-of-a-bitch!

But Stan ignored his fuming wolf and reached for a bar of milky brown chocolate. "I have to let this thing sit in the fridge for two hours, Will." He said as he unwrapped the chocolate.

"Oh for fuck's sake, it doesn't look that frozen."

"For real? This cheesecake is so frozen it just started singing 'let it go'," Stan drawled making Will howl with laughter.

"You're nuts." Will went to wash his hands and then came to touch the top of the cheesecake. "Look at that. Not frozen at all. I'm so ready for it."

"If you insist," Stan laughed.

"I do, chef," He said teasingly as he went to the fridge for the red wine that Stan had gotten specifically for the cheesecake.

"Behave, otherwise you're not getting any of this." With a knife, he gently scraped the bar of chocolate to create delicate curls which he sprinkled on top of the cheesecake. "Voila!"

"Beautiful," Will breathed, unable to hide how impressed he was. He pressed a quick kiss to Stan's temple and then left the kitchen with the uncorked bottle of wine, two wine glasses, two forks, and a saucer. "Coming?" "You want me to bring the whole cake?" Stan couldn't keep the incredulity out of his voice.

"Well, you don't expect it to walk to the room by itself, do you?" Will shot back.

Stan looked down at the cake again. Clearly, his mate didn't plan on leaving any of it.

"He's crazy." He muttered under his breath but even as he shook his head in amusement he couldn't help but admit his mate was just as crazy as he was.

The men made themselves comfortable in Stan's bed, tuned the television to the sports channel where a game of rugby was showing, and enjoyed their creamy, rich, smooth, and absolutely decadent cheesecake and wine.

For Will, the feeling of contentment that filled him anytime he was with Stan was strange and yet thrilling. Strange because he had never felt that in tune with another person in his life and thrilling because just the mere thought of the man made him dizzy with excitement. And it was very obvious that Stan actually cared about him. What more could a man ask for? He ended up spending the night in Stan's bed.

Both acknowledged that it had indeed been an amazing day. And for the werewolf, holding his mate in his arms till the next day was definitely the cherry on the cake.