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Part 40— Need
Don let Will pull him closer and run his hand over Don’s
shoulder. Don hesitated, torn between his
desire for Will and his fear of hurting him.
That photograph of him holding a bloody Will was always at the back of
Don’s mind, haunting his dreams and waking moments.
Will touched Don’s cheek.
“Please …” he whispered. “Need
you so bad …”
Don melted. He folded
Will’s hand in his. “Maybe if we took it
slow …” He leaned over and pressed his
lips softly to Will’s. Will slid his
hands around Don’s shoulders and deepened the kiss. The sweet, familiar warmth of Will’s mouth
was like coming home.
They started slow, but that didn’t last very long. Every touch built on the next, reminding of
previous times together, the length of their fast, the nearness of Will’s
death. The world fragmented into a
series of urgent, fiery sensations – Will’s fingers snagging in Don’s hair,
Don’s wrist against the pulse in Will’s throat, the tangling of cloth as both
tried to remove the other’s shirt at the same time. Don’s touch skimmed over the scars on Will’s
shoulder. Will’s tongue swirled through
Don’s chest hair on the way to his left nipple.
Don drove his hands under the back of Will’s waistband. Will kneed Don’s thigh as he pushed him back
to the bed. Don scratched his own
stomach in his haste to remove his jeans.
As each article of clothing was discarded, Will threw them with great
force into the hall. Don tossed blankets
and pillows aside. Will’s fingers
wrapped around Don’s hard cock as he plundered his mouth. Don rolled them both over and bit Will’s neck
as they stroked each other’s cock, their motions made jerky with urgency.
“What do you want?” Will asked huskily.
“Fuck me,” Don said without hesitation. He wanted Will’s touch in his deepest places,
wanted to be surrounded by, drowning in Will.
“God, yeah,” Will murmured.
Trembling a little with anticipation, Don got out the bottle
of lubricant and a condom and handed them to Will. Don tried to think logically, figure out what
position would be best for Will’s shoulder, but his brain was fogged with lust
and need. Will fumbled with the condom,
then his fingers were rough as they pushed inside, stretching Don. Don pushed back against Will’s fingers, just
as impatient.
Don turned on his left side and Will lay behind him, his
weight off his bad shoulder. Don felt
the head of Will’s cock at his ass and had to fight not to shove himself back
onto it. Will pushed into him with
stuttering thrusts as he also fought not to rush.
Don gasped at the burn, the stretch, then was able to
convince his body to relax. Will’s cock
pushed in deep and Don sighed with pleasure and relief. God,
I’ve missed this. Will wrapped his
legs around Don’s, his arms around Don’s shoulders, and buried his face in
Don’s neck.
But once Will was settled, he didn’t move any more. And he was making a low, whimpering sound
that Don had never heard before.
“Will?” Don asked in alarm.
“Need you, need you,” Will whimpered.
“I’m right here, love,” Don said, pushing his body tight
against Will’s, trying to connect every possible inch. “I’m right here.”
Will’s fingers dug deep into Don’s skin, his chin jabbed
into Don’s shoulder. His knees squeezed
together around Don’s imprisoned legs and his pelvis jammed up against Don’s
ass, driving his cock in as far as possible.
Will stayed, frozen in that position, every muscle clenched tightly
around Don. His breath panted harshly against Don’s ear.
“Don?” Will asked, his voice hoarse. “Don?”
“I’m right here, Will,” Don repeated. He ignored the fact that Will was making it
hard to breathe. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“I can’t,” Will said, and the fear in Will’s voice broke
Don’s heart. “I can’t feel you.”
“Shh,” Don said soothingly around a lump in his throat. “Sure you can.” Don gently pried Will’s left hand from his
shoulder and placed it against his heart.
“Feel my heartbeat.” Don pressed
Will’s hand against his chest, feeling the throb of his pulse through their
joined hands. “Thuh-thump, thuh-thump,
thuh-thump,” he murmured to the beat of his heart.
“Don?” Will whispered again, but his voice held a note of
hope.
“Thuh-thump, thuh-thump,” Don continued to murmur as he felt
Will’s fingers flex under his. “I’m
right here. Thuh-thump, thuh-thump …”
“It was so dark and quiet.
I couldn’t hear you, feel you.”
“Hear me now, feel me now.
Thuh-thump, thuh-thump …”
“Don …” Will breathed softly, as if he were afraid to
believe it.
“I’m here.” Ever so
slightly, Don began to move his pelvis to the beat of his heart. Will’s cock slid a little inside his ass and Don
had to swallow a groan of pleasure.
“Don …” Will said again, with a little more energy.
“I’m here,” Don repeated.
“I’m here.”
“Don … Don …” Each time grew stronger, more definite. “Don …”
“I’m here. I’m really
here.”
“Don,” Will groaned
and his death grip on Don abruptly relaxed.
“God, I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” Don whispered. He drew a deep breath and leaned his head
back against Will’s.
Will slid his hands up and down Don’s chest and stomach and
began to move his hips. Don moaned
softly as Will finally gave him what he’d been craving - for ages, it
seemed. Will stroked in and out slowly,
drawing out each movement with exquisite timing. Nothing had ever had felt so good, so right,
as Will’s hair against his back, Will’s breath along his cheek, Will’s warm
body around and inside him. The fact
that he’d almost lost that, made it all the more sweet. He wanted it to last forever, but knew it had
been too long, for both of them.
One of Will’s roaming hands settled on Don’s aching cock,
and he stroked it in time to his movements.
Don took Will’s other hand between both of his, squeezing with each
thrust. Energy, music, light built
between them, driving out fear and darkness.
“Come for me,” Will
said, his voice vibrating through Don’s body.
“I want to feel you come.”
Throbbing at the hunger and need in Will’s voice, Don arched
his body, thrusting his cock against Will’s strokes. He began to shake, still holding tight to Will’s
hand as pleasure rose up in him, blinding and almost painful in its
intensity. He cried out and then he was
bouncing against Will, fucking himself on Will’s cock, pumping himself between
Will’s fingers.
“Oh, God, yes,”
Will moaned and let loose with his own barrage, slamming into Don with fierce
grunts. They rode through their strong
orgasms together, each powered by a month’s worth of fear, anguish and denial.
When there was nothing left, they came to a shaking, gasping
halt. Don’s whole body trembled, feeling
both exhausted and energized. Will was
also trembling as he murmured nonsense against his neck. He caressed Don’s cock then released it,
sliding gently out of his ass.
Will’s warmth moved away from Don’s back, but that was
okay. Finally, Don could believe, with
every atom of his body and speck of his soul, that Will was home, safe, and
his, once again.
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