Arrow Inferno
Chapter 96: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ I am yours!

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Will opted for the stairs when he got back to the hotel around a quarter to four a. m. His colleagues were in different wings so they'd parted ways in the lobby with some laughing uproariously and others acting drunk. After all, they were young men in Australia just to party and enjoy the race. They needed to keep up appearances.

Just as Will was about to insert his keycard to open his door, the door opened to reveal a grim-faced Stan.

"Hey, why are you up?" Will stepped into the room and watched as his mate shut the door. Something didn't feel right. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Stan leaned against the door, folded his arms across his chest, and simply stared at Will who released an unbelievable snorted.

"Yeah right. You're not fine." Will went closer to Stan and unfolded his arms. Then he leaned against him and buried his face against his neck. "Tell me what's wrong." He breathed Stan in deeply and began to drop tiny kisses along his neck. That almost distracted Stan...almost! "Do you think you can ever cheat on me?" Stan's voice was so quiet.

Will froze! Then he straightened up. Bemused hazel eyes searched anxious blue ones.

"Rodriguez!" Will finally breathed. "You never cease to amaze me, baby." Will shook his head in incredulity. "I think the best way to know would be to try, don't you think?" he said with all seriousness and almost laughed when he heard Stan's breath hitch in his throat.

"Please don't," Stan said shakily. "Please."

"Christ, Stan." With a serrated groan, Will's arms went around his mate. "Jealousy is such an ugly colour on you and green isn't so hot either."

Will rested his forehead against Stan's and simply stood there with his eyes closed as they shared the air between them. It surprised and worried Will even more when Stan didn't come up with any nasty comebacks as he'd have given to his comment on jealousy. That was so unlike his mate. Clearly, Stan had managed to torture himself to the extent that he was virtually convinced he was going to cheat on him for real. Will knew that more than anything, Stan needed his reassurance that very moment.

"I'll never do that," he whispered. "I promise." "Thank you."

"Can I kiss you now?" "Please."

Their kiss was heated but at the same time very sensual. "Fuck, I love kissing you," Will moaned as he began to kiss a hot path across Stan's jaw. "All I could think about during the meeting was kissing you." He worked his way to Stan's neck. "You're like a fucking drug in my system."

"Will..." Stan's eyes fluttered close when he felt his mate's wet tongue flicking against his mark. He shivered with need.

But Will didn't linger. He leaned down and sucked on a hardened nipple. The pleasure-filled growl that tore out of Stan caused a wave of heat to race over Will's flesh like wildfire. When he felt Stan's fingers sliding into his hair to hold him to his flesh, he smiled.

'I told you to get ready,' Will husked on their mind-link as he moved to give equal attention to the other nipple. 'Did you?'

"Yes." Stan moaned, his cock jerking and throbbed furiously inside his sweats with each pull on his taut flesh. Whatever Will was doing to that nub was driving him insane. But in the next instant, Will was straightening up and locking gazes with Stan. "What?" Stan groaned at the loss of that amazing mouth.

Will smirked, his eyes filled with amused desire; "So in the midst of you torturing yourself with thoughts of me hooking up with Rodriguez, you still managed to prep for..."

"Fuck you." Stan laughed as he began to strip Will.

In no time, both were gloriously naked and Stan was pulling Will to the back of the couch. He leaned over to pick up the tube of lube on the seat, his body shamelessly open to his mate's admiring and hungry eyes. The warrior didn't look like he had any intentions of leaving where he was. Will got the hint.

"A ride below the crupper it is," he murmured as he accepted the tube of lube that Stan was holding out to him over his shoulder.

Then without wasting any time, Will went on his knees behind his mate and began to drop kisses on his arse. But then suddenly, he was doing more than dropping mere kisses...

"Will..." Stan gave a strangled gasp when he felt the flick of a wet tongue against his hole. He'd definitely not expected that.

'Shut up, Stanley,' was all that Stan heard on his mind-link just before Will began to give him a rimming that made his legs shake and got him whimpering in ecstasy. It felt so fucking good he could barely stand it. And when Will reached between his legs for his heavy balls and began to gently roll them in his palm, Stan went berserk.

"Now, Will," he growled as need gnawed at him. "Now."

Will didn't need another prompt. He quickly lubed both Stan and himself up and then shot to his feet. Then with a lustful moan, he fed his length into his mate's needy ready hole. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned with pleasure as he buried himself deep. "Fucking hell!" His head fell back in rapture. "I honestly wish it was possible to fuck yourself."

"What?" Stan gasped. "Why?"

"Just so that you can feel how amazing it is to be inside you."

"Shit, I have a nutcase on my hands." Stan laughed despite himself.

"More like, inside you," Will breathed as he lifted one of Stan's legs and placed it on the headrest of the couch, opening him up for deeper thrusts.

"Oh fuck," Stan gasped brokenly as he felt the brush against that sensitive spot inside him. He didn't feel only fullness, but also completely dominated.

"Damn, you're tight," Will husked into Stan's ear as he tightened his arm around him and allowed his hips to do the magic. He fucked deep and fast, hitting that gland relentlessly.

Each thrust sent jolts of unbelievably exquisite pleasure through Stan. He desperately tried to stifle the whimpers that threatened to fall out of his mouth. He was a warrior for goodness sake. But he just couldn't control himself. The dicking was that good.

"Harder," he begged in a hoarse, rasping voice, completely drunk on bliss.

Their grunts and moans filled the room. Will's fingers found a taut nipple and pulled on it. Then his other hand dropped and began to stroke Stan's throbbing hardness even as he latched onto his mark and began to suck with relish. The pleasure that Stan felt from the four-point stimulation was so extreme he couldn't control the cry that tore out of his throat. He totally lost it.

Stan whimpered, almost sobbing as he erupted, coming in shuddering jerks and splattering his essence against the couch. He didn't care at all how wanton he was behaving, he just allowed himself to be swept away in the tides of pure bliss. Bliss that seemed to last forever, pounding his body with one relentless pulse of ecstasy after another. Even before he descended from his high, Stan was pushing Will back, turning around, and slamming his mouth on his. As they kissed, he pushed Will down onto his back, his hand automatically sliding behind the back of Will's head to cushion his head from hitting the floor. That drew a soft laugh from Will.

"Always the gallant gentleman."

"Wouldn't want you hitting your skull and scrambling your brains," Stan muttered as he positioned himself on Will's pulsing length. "Now what was that you said about riding a dragon upon St. George?"

"Shit, I love you." Will couldn't stifle the awe and love he was feeling for his mate that very moment. Although Stan was not a fan of bottoming, he always gave himself so freely anytime he did. And that was so exciting and refreshing. "Well, if I was you, I'd love me too." Before Will could give a nasty response, Stan began to gyrate sensuously, his stomach muscles rippling and clenching so sexily Will stared. The man fucking himself on him was so riveting and hot...and all his.

'You're mine,' Will whispered on their mind-link, every organ in his lower body tightened with the beginnings of his orgasm.

'You better believe it,' Stan whispered back. 'Now come for me.'

Will's eyes rolled back into his head as an explosive orgasm tore through him. His body clenched in hard spasms, relaxed, and then clenched again as he flooded Stan with his essence. Stan stared at his mate's face, captivated by that vulnerable but erotic expression.

"Beautiful," the warrior whispered, looking totally spellbound. He leaned down and hugged Will until the soldier's trembling stopped. Then to Will's utter shock, Stan began to suck on his mark.

"Oh, shit Stan no..." he cried out as his spent cock went instantly hard inside Stan.

'Yes, I'm not done with you.' And even as he started bucking against Will with utter eroticism, Stan instructed; 'Blink us into the bed. This time, I want you on top.'

One moment they were on the floor, the next moment, they were in bed with Will on top, fucking wildly into Stan. Will plunged ruthlessly into him, nailing that pleasure button head-on and wreaking havoc to Stan's body. The soldier was like a man possessed, wild...drunk on ecstasy. He was so charged his eyes turned amber. Stan sensed the change in his mate and took his mouth off the mark. He wanted his sensual Will back.

"Baby?" Stan breathed. "Look at me." Amber eyes clashed with blue ones. "Kiss me," he whispered as he gently drew Will's head closer.

Cradling Will's face in his hands, Stan pressed his mouth to his mate's. Then he nudged Will's lips apart and slid his tongue inside in a slow, coaxing glide. He felt Will's elongating fangs but didn't allow that or his frenzied rutting to stop him. Before long, Will unfurled to him, softening...his movement gentling. He kissed Stan back with passion, both pouring the need and love blazing through them into the kiss. They moved against each other with calm sensuality, savouring the sweet pleasure that they were giving each other. When they eventually climaxed together, it was intense, mind-shatteringly fantastic, and just perfect.

Moments later, after they'd wiped themselves and the couch clean, Stan and Will relaxed in each other's arms, satiation lazing through them. "Thank you," Will said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

'Dude just serviced the hell out of you and he thinks he should be thanking you?' Stan's wolf snickered within him, eliciting a chuckle from him. "And thank you for your service." Stan couldn't shake off his amusement. "Pun not intended."

Will laughed softly. "I lost it," he groaned after a while.

"Almost," Stan chuckled as his fingers slipped into Will's hair to languidly and soothingly ran through it. "But you found your way back."

"You know you reined me in," Will snorted. "You make me absolutely fucking crazy," he moaned.

"Hate to break it to you, but I think you were there long before I came along, honey," He drawled teasingly.

"You're an idiot, Stanley Norris," Will laughed. "We should get some sleep," he yawned, enjoying the feel of Stan's fingers in his hair.

"What time do we leave?"

"Seven prompt."

"Sleep," the warrior whispered, pressing a kiss to his mate's lips.

Will scooted even closer until his head rested on Stan's shoulder. He'd never felt more fulfilled. Definitely not whilst on a mission. He felt so pampered and grateful that for the very first time, the soldier said a quick thanks to Luna. Then he drifted off to sleep listening to Stan's steady breathing and relishing his soothing touch.