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Part 5 – Sweet after Spicy
The bouncer at the door smiled at Will as they exited. “Leaving so soon, Red Pants?”
“We’ll be back,” Will promised and Don nodded.
They walked out to Will’s SUV, still holding hands like
kids. Will leaned Don against the car,
kissing him tenderly.
“You are an incredible dancer,” Will said.
“Well, once I realized that it was just sex with your
clothes on,” Don grinned.
Will laughed and nuzzled Don’s cheek. Don ran his fingers through Will’s hair,
enjoying soft, loving touches after the earlier hard, aggressive ones.
“We’ve gotta go dancing again,” Will said, putting his arms
around Don’s neck.
“Maybe next time,” Don said.
“We could just dance, though?”
“You didn’t like the part afterwards?” Will teased.
“You know I did,” Don said, feeling his cheeks flush. “Just was a little … umm … tiring.”
“Hmm,” Will said, sliding his fingers through Don’s short
hair. “Gonna have to work on your
stamina.”
“We’re already planning a ten-mile run tomorrow,” Don
protested.
“Wasn’t what I meant,” Will said warmly, his fingers going
down Don’s neck.
Don shook his head, smiling.
“You’re never satisfied, are you?”
“All the time,” Will said with a smirk, “Over and over and
over again.”
Don rolled his eyes then hooked his finger into the
waistband of Will’s leather pants. “These pants,” he mused, “I can’t decide if
I want to burn them or worship them.”
“Maybe both?” Will said.
Don cleared his throat. “Just don’t go out in them without
me?”
“You got it.”
“I mean …” Don flushed.
“Dammit Will, every single man inside and outside that club wanted
you. Even the bouncer.”
“Not every man,” Will protested, “Some prefer—“
Don put his fingers over Will’s lips. “You drive me crazy,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to get used
to how sexually active you are.”
“Were.” Will
corrected firmly. “Or rather, I’m just
as, or even more active now, just only with you.”
Don shook his head slowly.
He didn’t like feeling out of his depth.
“Aein?” Will asked.
“Don’t you believe me?”
Don shrugged with embarrassment. “I’m used to being the expert at everything I
do, or at least knowing the boundaries of my skills. Then we go into a club and I don’t know how
to behave and everybody around me knows the rules of the game. You fit in perfectly. And I realize that
before me, these men would have been competing for you and one of them would
have won and taken you to that back hall or out to the parking lot or maybe
more than one and it … makes me crazy.”
Will gave him a sad smile and cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry I made you jealous. I wasn’t really thinking, just acting like an
idiot.”
“But a damn sexy idiot,” Don agreed.
“We don’t ever have to come here again,” Will said, “Or any
place like it.”
Don let his head drop back against the side of the SUV. “That’s not fair to you.”
“You think I wouldn’t happily give it up?”
“I know you would,” Don said, “But you shouldn’t have
to. I should be able to handle you
dancing with other men.”
“Well,” Will said softly. “You probably handle it better
than I would you dancing with women.”
Don’s eyebrows shot up.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Will said hastily, “Let’s go home.”
“Will …” Don warned.
“Truth, remember?”
Will grimaced. “We
were in such a good mood, how did things get all serious?”
“It was me, turning into a green-eyed monster.”
“I prefer your brown eyes,” Will said. “Your lovely, intense brown eyes.”
“Don’t avoid the subject,” Don said. “What was that about dancing with women?”
Will sighed. “Could
we go home first, give me a chance to collect my thoughts?”
Don nodded, but grabbed Will’s wrist when he went to open
the driver’s side door. “I’m driving. You
had that Four Horsemen thing.”
“Okay.” Will handed
him the keys and went around to the other side of the car.
They drove home in thoughtful silence. Entering the house, Don tossed Will’s keys
onto the table where Will usually left them and sat down on the couch. Will shut the front door and sat down next to
Don with a sigh.
“So,” Will said. “If
you don’t even think I should have to give up clubbing for you, how should I
feel making you give up half of the human race?”
Don blinked at him.
“You mean, women?”
“Yes, women, girls, the gender that you’ve spent since you
were a teenager having relationships with and sex with and getting engaged to
and lusting after.”
“Aein,” Don said
tenderly, “You’re asking me to give up the exact same thing as you – everyone
but one person.”
“But you—“
“But what? I’m gonna
shrivel up and die if I never fuck a woman again?”
“Well, yeah.”
Don laughed in spite of Will’s expression. “There is absolutely no danger of me shriveling
up and dying.” He licked his lips and
looked at Will out of the corner of his eyes.
“I have thought, once or twice,” he admitted, “How fun it would be to have
you fuck me while I’m fucking a woman.
Someday.”
“I haven’t done a three-way with a woman before,” Will said
slowly. “But that doesn’t mean I
wouldn’t.”
Turning, Don looked Will full in the face. “You’d do that for me?”
“If you wanted me to,” Will said, then added wryly, “I’d
move heaven and earth for you, I think I could stand a little pussy.”
Don laughed and slid his arms around Will. “What more could I ask for?”
Will’s lips twitched.
“I don’t know, unlimited stamina?”
Smiling, Don shook his head.
“How about I try to not be so jealous of your many sexual exploits and
you try not to worry that I don’t have enough exploits?”
“What about dancing?”
Will said, a smile finally coming to his face.
“We can go dancing again, sure,” Don said, “But maybe not
with those pants for a little while, until I get more used to being seen in
public with a sex god.”
Will grinned. “I’ve
already had to get used to it. A lot of
eyes were fixed on you tonight. I saw
that you kept on getting hit on at the bar.”
“Yeah,” Don said and twined a lock of Will’s hair around his
finger. “It was like being at Titan
again, but with a whole lot less desperation, at least on my part.”
“You really have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” Will said, running his finger down Don’s
nose.
“To girls, yeah.”
“No false modesty here,” Will laughed.
Don shrugged. He’d
never had trouble getting female companionship.
Making a real relationship out of it was another story.
“Not to inflate your ego any more,” Will said. “I’ll just tell you that next time we go
dancing, I may have to insist you wear a sign that says, ‘Stop drooling, I’m
taken.’”
Don chuckled. “How
about you never get out of arm’s reach of me, so you can tell them yourself?”
“Maybe,” Will said, kissing Don’s nose. “Though watching you dance with other men was
a total turn-on.”
“Yeah,” Don admitted.
He settled against Will’s side and put his feet up on the coffee table. “You okay?”
“Yup, you?”
“Um-hmm,” Don said, picking up the TV remote. “How about we watch SportsCenter then go to bed and see if I can
peel you out of those pants?”
“Sounds good,” Will said and dropped his arm around Don’s
shoulders. “My pretty boy.”
“You’re the pretty boy,” Don shot back. “I’m the big, tough guy who brought you home.”
“Oh right,” Will grinned.
“Forgot.”
Don ran a finger up Will’s thigh. “But maybe this big, tough
guy can see about soothing your pretty boy ass, since it must be rather sore.”
“It is,” Will admitted, shifting slightly. “But it was worth it.”
“Glad to hear it,” Don said.
“Because one of these days I’m going to let those red pants out in
public again.” He grinned. “And maybe get a pair of my own.”
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