Arrow Inferno
Chapter 37: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Let’s get it on!

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"Bossy." Will reached out to touch Stan. He ran his hands down that strong body until they landed on an already thick and pulsing cock. "What do we have here?" He asked teasingly as he reached beneath it and began to gently knead Stan's balls in his soapy grip.

"Fuck." For a moment, Stan's fingers stilled in Will's hair and his eyes closed in pleasure. When he felt firm male hands squeezing and teasing his leaking cock, he gave a hoarse groan and then pulled back from Will's grip. "Turn around," he instructed in an unsteady voice.

"Killjoy." Will turned around and reached out to press both palms against the tiled wall in front of him for balance even as the warm spray from the shower poured over his hair.

Stan reached around Will to soap his chest, firm stomach, and nether regions before moving to his back. His hands slid down Will's back almost sensually. When his fingers got to the crease between Will's butt, both men stilled for a moment. Then Will moved his legs apart, silently granting permission. Stan allowed his fingers to move then. They slipped just inside the cleft and then gently and leisurely rubbed against the flesh. When his fingers reached lower to rub against Will's perineum...that sensitive area between his balls and hole, Will couldn't suppress his moan.

It felt as if his skin had gained a million new nerve endings, every one of them tingling with electricity at Stan's touch. He was shocked at the feeling building inside him...that strange ache of forbidden desire. But the feel of precum oozing out of him confirmed to him just how pleasurable he found Stan's touch. Will abruptly turned around to face Stan, his eyes filled with lust, desire, and something else...a dare? Stan saw it, knew exactly what Will was trying to do, but refused to rise to the challenge.

"Let's get out of here," he rasped. "Come on." He opened the door and stepped out but Will didn't follow him out.

"Go on, I'll be with you soon," Will said as he unhooked the shower handle from its holder.

Stan paused in the act of grabbing a towel to give Will a curious look. But the soldier drew the frosted shower door shut. Concluding that the soldier wanted to rinse himself some more, Stan dried himself, brushed his teeth, applied his deodorant spray, and then left the bathroom. If he thought it a bit weird that Will was still in the shower, he didn't comment.

He entered the room to the sound of beeping from his phone. It was Gaia gushing over how her nonexistent womb was being shifted by Kwame and how she planned on staying in town till noon the following day. An amused Stan advised her to ensure she doesn't end up with any unwanted pregnancies.

"She's crazy." He chuckled when he felt Will's arms wrapping around him from behind.

"Gaia?" Will dropped tiny kisses on Stan's shoulder as his thumbs and forefingers went to his chest to play with his nipples.

"Uhuh. Writing her initials on Kwame's dick."

"Smart girl." Will licked a spot behind Stan's ear even as he worked his nipples into peaks. He gave a soft laugh when he felt a shiver rock through Stan. "You're shaking," he murmured.

"Shut up." Stan dropped the phone on the bedside table. And that was when he saw the lube. The last time he'd seen it...and that was some minutes earlier, it had been in his bathroom. His heart was beating so hard he was sure Will could hear it. "Which would you prefer? Sweats or boxers?" His question sounded silly even to his own ears.

"Neither. And you don't need to bother wearing any either because it will only come off."

A strangled growl tore from Stan's throat. His cock grew hard as stone. "Will..." from all indications his mate didn't have a mere cuddle in mind.

"I want you, Stan." Will breathed as Stan turned around to face him, their engorged cocks slapped heavily against each other. "I want you more and more with each passing day. I have a feeling you're scared because all this is new. How about you grow some balls and just let go?" He reached out to fondle Stan's balls.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" Stan leaned into Will, his nose nestling in his hair. "You don't know what you're asking." He groaned shakily. Will's fingers had encased his cock and his thumb was rubbing against his leaking slit. "Jesus, Will." He couldn't control the movement of his hip. He began to thrust within Will's fingers.

"This is all new to me too but I'm ready to take the step." Will pulled his head back to enable him to look at Stan. "Take it with me," he whispered and then began to lower himself before Stan. Goosebumps broke out all over Stan's body at what he was witnessing. He wanted to tell Will just how hot he looked on his knees before him but he was afraid to freak him out so didn't.

"Will..." It was a plea. But his mate was clearly not ready to listen to that plea. He shivered as Will ran a finger down a vein on his throbbing flesh from head to base. "Please..." but again ignoring Stan, Will's wet tongue flickered over the wet tip and then circled the flared head.

An agonized groan fell out of Stan as he swayed on his feet. He quickly grabbed onto Will's head to study himself. And even as his fingers threaded into Will's hair, Will began to suck on his crown with deliberate slowness.

"Oh god..." Irrepressible moans tore from Stan's throat as his head fall back. Will's mouth on him felt like nothing he's ever experienced. Such pleasure!

For Will, hearing Stan's cries of pleasure made him feel accomplished. He was no expert so he didn't attempt to take more into his mouth. But those sounds assured him that he was doing something right. He stroked the hard warm thick and lengthy flesh in his hand and then sucked even harder.

"Gotta stop." Stan groaned shakily but what he really wanted to do was grab the back of Will's head and shove it down his length. "I shouldn't." He didn't remember ever being exposed to such powerful carnal bliss. "Have to be strong." Will heard Stan's words and felt his heart sink. It was almost as if Stan was talking himself out of it. What was his problem? Clearly, he didn't want him that much. When he felt hands forcing his head back, he looked up at Stan. Their gazes locked. Stan's drunk on lust and Will's, questioning and pained. Whatever Stan saw in those hazel eyes must have shaken him because in the next instant, he was falling to his knees before Will with an anguished groan and taking his mouth in a kiss filled with so much heat and desperation it left both of them trembling.

"Don't ever doubt that I want you." Stan breathed when the kiss ended. "I want you more than I want to breathe. I want you so much it's driving me insane."

"You have me right here," Will whispered. "What's stopping you?" Will searched his eyes.

Stan didn't answer Will immediately. He appeared calm but within, he argued with himself. He hated making his mate do all the chasing. No one would be happy with that. Why should he even be scared, he wondered. He'd proven more than once that he had amazing self-control, hadn't he? With that resolute will, his mate was safe. He could give Will what they both wanted and still hold on to control.

Will noticed a sudden change come over Stan. It was as though he'd made a decision. "Stan?"

"Nothing." Stan finally answered Will's question, gazing into eyes that left him breathless. "Nothing at all." He pushed Will onto the fluffy rug in front of the bed and started dropping hot kisses all over his body. He wanted the ultimate form of intimacy with the gorgeous man in his arms and he sure as fuck was going to have it.

Will was left in a quivering mess by the time Stan was done kissing him all over. He returned the favour when he got to his dripping cock, giving it delicious licks that left Will whimpering unabashedly. When Stan went even further to drop kisses on Will's perineum, he writhed with pleasure.

"Condom..." Will's voice trembled so much Stan raised his head to look at him. "Do you have one?"

Although Will's voice was laced with need and pleasure, Stan didn't miss the vulnerability in his mate's voice. He moved up to partially cover Will's body with his and stared down at him, his look gentle yet blazing with arousal. "We don't have to do this," Stan said softly.

"I want to." Will pressed a kiss to Stan's shoulder. "I've thought about it for a while now. I want this." His words were barely above a whisper. "We have to do it before I lose my nerve."

Stan nodded. He didn't bother telling his mate he didn't need a condom. He moved off him and reached for his wallet which was on the bedside table. Then he took out a condom, grabbed the lube, and turned to look down at Will. "Bed?"