Arrow Inferno
Chapter 95: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Insecurity!

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"Oh fuck, you'll be the death of me," Stan groaned as he rolled off a breathless Will and onto his back.

Both laughed breathlessly, staring up at the ceiling of Will's hotel room. He reached for his wristwatch on the bedside table to look at the time.

"I have thirty-five more minutes to leave," He groaned as he turned on his side to face Stan. "I'll miss you." Will rubbed his hand over his mate's sexy six-pack and chuckled when an intense shudder shook Stan.

"Same," Stan husked. "But I'll use the opportunity to catch up on some work. "You have to order room service before you leave."

"Or you could just go to the kitchen and sample everything," Will drawled as he reached for the telephone.

"Hmm... tempting." Stan chuckled. "I'll have fun doing that. Just not today."

"I was kidding, asshole." Will ordered what was available because he wanted it delivered before he left the room. He made sure he got varieties though because he knew his man. "Oh, and add some lamingtons if you have them. Awesome." After getting the assurance that his order was going to be delivered in the shortest possible time, Will hung up. "Lamingtons. What's that? Stan asked.

"Those are square-shaped sponge cakes dipped in chocolate and coated with desiccated coconut." Will actually looked excited. "Sounds delish."

"Oh, it gets even better. It usually has either cream or jam filling. It's absolutely orgasmic," his exaggerated moan drew laughter from Stan. "I mean it's not called the 'National Cake of Australia' for nothing. I binge on them anytime I'm in this country."

"Can't wait to try it, thanks."

"Time for a quick shower," he grunted as he got off the bed. "Oh shit, you did a number on me, you idiot," Will groaned as his hand went to his backside.

"I didn't hear you complaining," Stan shot back with an amused look.

"Who complains when the dicking is that good," the soldier shorted. "The price I have to pay for that euphoric pleasure..."

"Aw, sorry baby." Stan threw Will a sympathetic look that was as insincere as a politician's public apology. "I'll treat it better when you get back."

"Oh, I think you should rather get ready for some deep-dicking," Will murmured as he leaned down to kiss Stan. "And whilst you're at it, decide whether you'd prefer a ride below the crupper or you'd rather ride a dragon upon St. George." He dropped another kiss and then disappeared into the bathroom.

Stan couldn't stop his eyes from rolling at Will's use of his power of blinking. "Show off," he muttered. Then aloud, he said; "Did you just use some seventeenth-century bullshit to refer to sex styles?"

"Doggie, cowboy...your choice," Will responded with a chuckle.

"Fucking hell," Stan laughed. "What time do you think y'all will be done?"

They were to meet with the intelligence team of the ASIS to be given the status of the situation to enable them to strategize on the best way to proceed.

"We'll probably be at it until dawn," Will said, entering the room. "Sure you don't want to come with me?"

"I'm not here to help with your strategies for some robbers and cops video game," Stan snorted. "You're my priority. Besides, I might get tempted to suck you off as you talk strategy." Will erupted into laughter. "You're an idiot."

"Don't blame me," Stan watched Will with sexy admiration as he dressed up. "I always get as hard as granite when I see you all serious discussing work."

"For real?"

"Yep. It happened on more than three occasions in Achiase. That day you were talking to Ty on phone, it happened."

"If memory serves, you were there to apologize."

"Yeah, with my mouth," Stan retorted. "My cock was free to stand or take a bow."

Will laughed. He was fully dressed, looking striking as usual in black jeans, a black polo shirt, and black combat boots. He jumped onto the bed and gave Stan a languid kiss.

"I'm so glad you're here," he murmured against Stan's moist lips when he eventually released him. 'I love you so much,' he added on their mind-link.

"I..." But Stan trailed off when they heard a knock on the door. "Think that's room service?"

"Should be. They promised." Will went to open the door for a waiter who wheeled in a trolley, followed by a surprised Jackson.

"Why do you need the food?" Jackson asked with a raised brow. "We're to eat over there, remember?"

"And we'll be coming back at dawn, right?" Will muttered. "I'm sure I'll be hungry."

"But you can always get something when we get back," Jackson countered.

"At that time? The kitchen would be closed," Will shot back. "Hey...Dennis," he looked at the waiter's name tag. "Will the kitchen be opened around three a. m.?"

"No, sir." The waiter tried to hide his amusement. "Your food will be cold by then though."

"Oh, I love cold food," Will deadpanned.

"That's a lie," Jackson quickly interjected, his bemused eyes on the rumpled bed. "Did you sleep?"

Will closed the door behind the waiter, his eyes on his gloriously naked mate smirking in his bed.

"I took a power nap." Will shrugged, ignoring Stan's sudden burst of laughter.

"Is that what we're calling sex now?" Stan couldn't curb his laughter. "A fucking power nap?"

Will didn't bother looking at his annoying mate. He wasn't surprised at all that his observant colleagues had observed the state of his bed. In fact, he would have been surprised if Jackson hadn't commented. "Alright, come out whoever you are," Jackson called out as he began to check out the corners in the room.

Stan laughed even harder. "Oooh, I love this guy."

"Who are you talking to?" Will folded his arms across his chest as he watched Jackson. He tried to tune his mind off Stan's laughter but it was difficult...and contagious. Will laughed! Which only made Jackson even more suspicious. "Whatever girl you've stashed in this room," Jackson murmured. "I thought you had something special with Stan," he shot Will a disapproving look. "Come out, lady."

Stan's laughter reached a crescendo.

'Will you shut up!' Will finally snapped at Stan on their mind-link but it didn't do much help. The warrior was rolling on the bed with mirth. "There's no one here, Jackson. Promise." Will said softly to Jackson, hoping that his tone would convince his colleague who was usually like a dog with a bone whenever he had suspicions.

"I hope not. Come on. The others are waiting." He headed for the door with long strides.

"Hold on, let me grab a couple of these." Will grabbed two lamingtons off the trolley and went to give one to Jackson who was waiting by the door. The Arrowhead's grin said it all...he loved lamingtons too.

"I love you too, G. I. Joe," Stan called out after his mate and laughed when he responded with a finger. 'Oh, god this is going to be interesting,' he yawned as he got out of bed.

'What are we going to do about that idiot?' Stan's wolf asked as Stan headed for the trolley.

'Which idiot?' he grabbed a plate and dished some fried potato cakes and juicy barramundi for himself.

'The fool on the aircraft who made it clear he wanted Will.'

'Oh, that one.' Stan took a mouthful of the food and moaned his pleasure. 'I have plans for him. Let him just make the move.'

'Please leave him for me if he does,' The wolf growled.

'We don't want him becoming a werewolf from your bite, so no.' Stan turned on the television and dropped onto the couch.

'Think Will will get tempted?' The wolf sounded wary.

"Oh, hell no!" Stan spoke out loud. Then... 'think he will?' He slowly placed his unfinished plate beside him on the couch as his mind whirled. 'Hey, you think he might give in to that...' He looked lost in thought. 'His wolf won't allow that.' 'How sure can you be?' the wolf breathed. 'There's still that percentage of wolves who do not do shit when their humans cheat.'

"He'd better not dare," Stan growled aloud as he shot out of the couch, his food completely forgotten.

'Calm down, moron,' the wolf snorted. 'You should have gone with him.'

'That fool is not going to be with them.'

'Good. Permission to deal with him if Will so much as spares him a glance, please!'

'No. I'll handle it,' Stan sighed, his appetite completely gone.