Arrow Inferno
Chapter 93: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Reunited!

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Will absent-mindedly watched his colleagues as they played cards. They usually did that on long flights such as the sixteen-hour flight they were embarking on. Besides the four of them, there were two other Arrowheads whose role was simply to accompany them on the trip and step in where necessary. They'd been in the air for roughly eight hours already. They had about eight more hours to land. After pressuring him to join them to no avail, his colleagues had let him be. Will wasn't okay. And from his beast's restlessness within, it was obvious that the beast wasn't okay either. They both wanted their mate. Will couldn't believe how difficult it was to be apart from Stan. It was a shitty feeling. "Fuck!" George growled as he folded. "The inventor of this game must go to jail."

The guys laughed. "You might as well fold too, Ty," Jackson chuckled. "You're in danger."

"I'm not in danger," Ty scoffed. "I'm the danger."

But even as the Arrowheads laughed at their silly banter, Will heard a voice he hadn't thought he was going to hear anytime soon;

"Do you really have to look so glum?"

Will's head snapped up even as goosebumps raced across his skin. Shocked hazel eyes clashed with intense blue ones filled with amusement. Stan was casually leaning against the closed hatch, gazing at Will with such longing and love. "Oh. My. Fucking. God!" Will gasped as he sprang to his feet.

Even as the Arrowheads turned to give Will curious looks, Stan sternly instructed; "Stay calm. They don't know I'm here, remember? They can't see or hear me. And they shouldn't. Better come up with a story for that sudden outburst...and fast." "What is it?" Ty asked.

"Rodriguez has the shittiest hand," Will blurted out.

"Dude!" Rodriguez, who was one of the two accompanying Arrowheads snapped as he threw his cards down. "My poker face was working for me just fine, asshole."

"Sorry, buddy," Will chuckled as he moved towards his sexy mate. "But that poker face sure did fool me too. I couldn't contain my shock when I saw the trash you were holding." Then to Stan, he breathed, "bathroom, now." "Who cares if you're going to the bathroom," Jackson chuckled. None of the guys spared Will a glance.

As soon as the bathroom door closed behind Will, Stan took him in his arms and simply held him. The soldier was trembling so bad. The two men stayed in each other's arms for about two minutes before seeking each other's mouth. And all the longing, misery, and ache they felt as a result of not being with each other, and the relief and joy they finally felt morphed into heat and passion. As soon as their mouths touched, fire erupted as they kissed hungrily, each giving as good as he got, tongues dueling wantonly. It was explosive.

"I missed you so much," Will breathed shakily when they came up for air, his hands cradling Stan's face with such tenderness.

"I'm here now," Stan muttered and then went right back to devouring his mate in the most sexy way.

"Fuck," Will gasped breathlessly when they came up for air again.

"Shhh... Unlike me, you'll have to communicate with me only on our mind-link, baby," Stan laughed. "We don't want your team to think you've finally gone permanently batshit crazy," he murmured as his glazed eyes dropped to Will's mouth. "Shit! Maybe we need to watch the kisses." He ran a thumb along Will's wet lower lip. "Your lips look so luscious right now, anyone who bothers to look will know you've just been thoroughly kissed."

'Let them think whatever they want,' Will growled on their mind-link. 'I'm not done kissing you.'

"Neither am I. But I can kiss somewhere else." With a naughty sparkle in Stan's eyes, he dropped the seat cover and sat down. "Wanna try an Australian kiss?" 'What's that?'

"It's like a French kiss but down under," Stan chuckled as he eyed Will's tented pants. "Surely you don't expect me to let you walk back in there in this state." He reached for Will's belt buckle. "But most importantly, I want you in my mouth." 'Did I tell you that's where we're headed?' Will raised an amused brow. 'Australia?'

'Yep. But I told no one, Secret Squirrel,' he said, drawing soft laughter from Will. "Now, you're not to make any sound." He said out loud as he released Will's throbbing length.

'That's not going to be easy,' Will whispered, staring down at his leaking hardness.

"Ooh...cry me a river," Stan smirked, and then flicked the tip of his tongue at the pre-cum that was oozing out, savoring the slightly salty tang before fluttering that wicked rough tongue over the sensitive underside of the mushroomed head. 'Oh god, Stan I don't think I can keep it down,' Will moaned on their mind-link as a shiver rocked through him. 'This is your tongue for fuck's sake. You know the effect it has on me.'

'I'd love to hear all that hot instinctual passion baby.' Stan began to suck on the sensitive crown. 'But in my fucking mind. So keep it that way.' With that stern growl, Stan began to suck on that huge knob.

"Oh, shit!" Will gasped aloud as his knees buckled but Stan's firm grip on his hips kept him upright.

'For fuck's sake, Will,' Stan growled on their mind-link even as he slid his hot mouth down the length of his mate and began an intense suction that took Will's breath away. 'Keep it the fuck down.'

'Holy Moses!' Will moaned as his eyes slid closed despite his attempt to keep them on his gorgeous mate.

It felt almost as if Stan was sucking his very soul through his cock. Will whimpered helplessly as his head fell back in ecstasy and his fingers sunk into Stan's hair. Stan's aim was to deliver the quickest pleasure to his mate with not just his mouth, but his hand as well. He sucked quick and hard, his hand stroking the lower half of Will's throbbing length. For Will, the buildup was sharp.

His orgasm started somewhere in his belly. Tingles raced along his spine as his balls drew up. Then the pressure began to build everywhere, flashing through his entire body like lightning and rushing to the point where he was joined with his mate. It felt so wonderful Will didn't want to end it by having that ultimate feeling just yet. He wanted to make it last but the pull was just impossible to resist.

'Oh no please, too soon...' he groaned as his fingers pulled at Stan's hair, tugging painfully at the roots but that didn't stop his mate. He sucked even harder until Will felt himself unraveling.

Will heard the mewling sound bursting out of his throat and mentally kicked himself. Flooded with sensations that were giving him sensory overload, he cried out in wordless joy as he began to spurt powerfully into Stan's greedily sucking mouth. And when he heard his mate's sexily whispered words of encouragement on their mind-link, he completely gave himself over to the euphoric bliss that consumed him.