A/N: Ok so the idea for this fic came to mind a few weeks ago when I was randomly watching "A Cinderella Story." Yes, I know, I kinda feel ashamed for defiling a Disney movie like that with the filth you're about to read lol. The idea just wouldn't go away and it took a long time to actually write it, mainly cuz it was part hoping the idea would go away (it didn't, obviously), part apprehension at how it would be received, but mostly just procrastination.
This is pretty much pure WilSon PWP (porn without plot), just cuz I can. This story is intended to be a one-shot but, depending on the reaction from you guys, there could be more chapters added. My ridiculously dirty mind already has possible ideas for future chapters, IF it happens. This story is kind of like an AU to my other story because Sonny is closeted in this one as well, just thought you guys wanted to know. With that being said, enjoy I guess and let me know what you think.
The annual Masquerade Ball is finally here. Will usually doesn't attend, but this time is different. He has been counting down the days, meticulously formulating a plan of attack to take complete advantage of the anonymity of it. The total lack of inhibitions from hiding your true identity behind a mask is almost sinful.
Will sits back, with his drink in hand, carefully searching through the mass of fellow classmates for that one person—his target, his mild obsession. Ah, there he is, standing off to the side with a drink in hand, spiking his own drink. The unmistakable pair of full lips on that boy, and the thick, dark hair that is now slicked back. Oh no, that just won't do. His trademark sex hair will be on full display by the time I'm done with him. That's a promise.
Just one problem: he's straight. Or, at least he thinks he is by how shamelessly he flirts with the cheerleaders. It's a shame, really. Those plump lips are just made to be stretched around a thick cock. That round bubble butt makes him the perfect bottom. They belong to none other than him—Sonny Kiriakis.
Normally Will wouldn't deal with guys who desperately cling to the closet, even if the closeted guy and Will's mild obsession happen to be one in the same, but it won't be a problem now. It's quite clear that Sonny is staring directly at Will from where he is standing. So much time spent observing him makes Will have no doubts that it's definitely him. He can practically smell the repressed sexuality in the air as soon as Sonny is nearby. With enough persuasion, Sonny will practically beg Will to just claim him.
Taking in his surroundings, Will can see Sonny is not worried about anyone recognizing him because he blends in almost perfectly with the rest of the student body in the large room. Almost like he's just another face in the crowd. Sonny may have everyone else fooled with his elegant suit, well groomed dark hair and simple white mask covering half of his face, but Will knew better. It is rather strange how no one seems to realize who is behind that mask. Those plump lips easily gave him away. Or it could just be Will's complete fascination with them that makes his identity so obvious. Either way, this will only help with the success of his plan tonight.
With a shot of liquid courage flowing through his system, Will is ready to hunt his prey.
Let the games begin.
Making his way towards Sonny, Will feels excited, and turned on, for the anticipation of capturing his prize, and what will happen between his prize and him. There are so many classmates from the noisy group of girls gossiping, to the group of guys snickering about spiking the beverages on the table, or the poor bastards sitting on the side, waiting for someone to invite them to dance. But none of that matters. It's better to pretend no one else exists in the room. It's all unnecessary noise and distractions for Will to achieve his ultimate goal for this night: claim Sonny.
Finally reaching Sonny, he taps on his shoulder and turns around. Will smirks behind his black and white mask, which covers his face completely except for small holes for his eyes and for breathing, when he sees Sonny's eyes taking in the body and licks his lips—a nervous reaction, or an appreciative gesture for what he sees in front of him? Will likes to think it's the latter.
Leaning in to his ear, Will whispers, "Let's dance." He winks at him before turning to make his way to the dance floor. Nothing about Will's appearance would lead people to confuse him for a woman. Sonny knows for a fact that the masked man standing in front of him, asking him to dance was indeed a man. Sonny seemed to relish the fact that no one knows who he truly was behind his white mask. No need to worry about his reputation as the straight captain of the football team dancing with another man. With a smile and a nod, Sonny follows Will to the dance floor.
Will looks around the room to make sure no one is paying too much attention their way but everyone seems too wrapped up in their own fun to notice them. He is thankful he chose a mask to completely hide all of his features because the whole mystery of it makes the game much more enticing. He pulls Sonny close to him, letting him feel his very masculine body pressed against his own. Sonny slightly parts his lips, letting out a small gasp, and Will can't help but feel taunted by those mesmerizing lips on that beautiful man in front of him.
Sonny presses his body closely to Will's, wrapping his arms around him possessively, as though Will would leave him at any moment without a single thought. The alcohol Sonny drank must've kicked in already since he seems more relaxed and sways carefree to whatever dance music is blasting through the large room.
The music, the body movements, the alcohol, the lust-all of it will have him needy for what Will has in store for him, and he can't wait for it. It's all a matter of time.
As the music continues playing, Sonny pulls him even closer and breathes him in, getting lost in the masculine scent of the masked man who unknowingly has him in the palm of his hand. Sonny licks and kisses the pulse point of his neck while cupping Will's cheek with his left hand and wrapping his other arm around his waist. Will smirks victoriously at Sonny's lust-driven lack of inhibitions. He's ready.
Then Will feels a sneaky hand on the back of his head trying to undo the back of his mask. He immediately pushes him away, causing Sonny to stumble with wide brown eyes meeting his gaze. "Naughty little thing, aren't you?" Will teases, not worrying about Sonny possibly recognizing him since they never spoke to each other in any of their classes, or elsewhere for that matter.
Noticing a flustered Sonny unconsciously licking his lips and looking around the room like a kicked puppy, Will grabs him from his tie and pulls him back towards him so they're flush against each other again. Softly grasping a handful of Sonny's hair, he murmurs, "Follow me to somewhere a little more private." Sonny gulps nervously, staring through blown pupils and nodding as Will lets go and walks away. He glances around the room, then follows.
Will walks down the hallway, entering the classroom furthest from the party and hears Sonny's footsteps close behind. Will stands in the back of the classroom, only turning around to face the doorway once he hears the footsteps come to a halt. Sonny's hungry, lust filled eyes travel up and down the body of the mysterious figure standing before him, practically undressing him with the intensity of his gaze. It's amusing how much desire Sonny's eyes exhibit when Will gestures him to get closer. That's all it takes for him to rush into the room desperately, like he was finally getting something that he's been denied for so long.
He wraps Will up in his arms again; seeking out the intoxicating scent, touching the body he craves, and the salty taste of Will's skin on his tongue. Will pushes his hips into Sonny's, grinding both of their quickly hardening cocks. The masked man then pulls Sonny's button down out from his slacks, sliding one hand up from under the shirt to tease and pinch his nipple while the other hand rubs the evident bulge between Sonny's legs. Both gloved hands work in tandem to draw deliciously loud moans from those addictive lips.
Will smirks when he sees how undone Sonny has become. Deciding to make things more interesting, he removes both hands and leans close to whisper, "If I knew getting you off would be this easy, I wouldn't have bothered." Will smiles smugly behind the mask when Sonny scoffed indignantly.
Will is about to take a step to leave but is stopped when Sonny says, "You don't know what you're missing if you leave now."
Will narrows his eyes, "I'll take my chances."
Once again, Will attempts to leave but Sonny grabs his wrist to stop him and eagerly drops down to his knees in front of Will, maintaining eye contact, almost like he's subtly asking for permission. Will presses his thumb against his bottom lip, causing Sonny to part his lips easily, without much coaxing. Not being able to contain his need any longer, he wraps his arms around Will's thigh. His mouth hovers over the heat of Will's erection, he breathes on it, causing Will to buck his hips involuntarily and let out a low "shit".
Sonny has the audacity to smirk, trying to prove a point. Such arrogance. The look of need is clear in Sonny's eyes, he hungrily mouths at the erection through the thin material of the black slacks. Will closes his eyes and bites his lower lip to stifle another sound from making itself known. As much as he loves this sight, he needs more. There are bigger and better things planned for tonight.
Will unbuckles his belt excruciatingly slow, then goes to work on the button and zipper, making Sonny shake in anticipation. This is almost like a drug he craves and was denied for so long. He doesn't just want it, he needs it. Who is Will to deny him what he wants? As the slacks slide down mid thigh, the erection bobs a few inches from Sonny's awaiting mouth. He'd gone commando, because he was confident in the success of his plan. Seeing this makes Sonny smirk, and with a lower, raspy voice says, "Thought you'd get some action tonight, huh?"
"There was no doubt in my mind," replies Will while fisting his cock. "Wanna taste me and have my thick cock in your mouth?" Sonny nods excitedly and his rewarded by Will tracing Sonny's slightly parted lips with the head of his cock, smearing precome all over his mouth. Sonny licks all of it off, moaning at the taste. "Open your mouth wide." Sonny instantly complies as Will guides his erection to Sonny's mouth, feeding it to him.
With an enticing moan, Sonny just takes most of him into his mouth in one go. One of Will's gloved hands cups the back of Sonny's head to make sure he's not going anywhere, but judging by the way his head is bobbing up and down and tightening his grip on Will's thighs, it certainly doesn't seem like he wants to leave any time soon.
"Clearly this isn't your first time with a cock in your mouth," Will growls as Sonny's tongue rolls and presses along the vein on the underside of Will's cock, taking pleasure in sucking Will off.
With each bob of his head, he sinks further down the length every time, attempting to take all of him into his throat. Will's grip on Sonny's hair tightens while Sonny hollows his cheeks and sucks for all he's worth. The erotic sight of his cock repeatedly disappearing into Sonny's mouth makes him bite his lip, welcoming the buildup of pleasure burning within him.
The boy has Will panting as he enthusiastically licks and sucks like he's enjoying a popsicle of his favorite flavor. Like he was born to suck cock. He must've been practicing on dildos or bananas at some point to achieve the skills he evidently possesses. Or perhaps someone else has already owned his mouth before. That has to be it because fuck, this is definitely not Sonny's first time doing this. This must be what his repressed sexuality has been hiding the whole time. Shame.
Will grunts, thrusting forward so Sonny has no choice but to take him deeper, and the boy chokes, trying to pull off. Will, not letting himself slip completely out of his mouth, allows Sonny to get as far as the head. After giving Sonny a moment to catch his breath from panting heavily, Will notices those brown eyes staring up at him and he knows for a fact that Sonny is trying to figure him out. Let him guess all he wants.
Seeing Sonny's swollen, reddened lips glistening with his saliva makes Will nearly come at the thought of slamming himself into his throat completely, holding him in place until every last drop of come is drained and the boy has no choice but to swallow it all. "Do you want this back?" asks Will as he teasingly runs the tip of the shaft along Sonny's lips.
"Oh god, yes! I want you to fuck my face until you come in my mouth," begs Sonny.
Will tightly grips Sonny's hair with one hand and parts Sonny's lips with his thumb, then thrusts into his mouth. After a few thrusts, he keeps himself buried into Sonny's throat for a moment. "Like getting your face fucked, boy?" asks Will, being cautious to not use Sonny's name, otherwise the whole plan would fall apart. Sonny nods as well as he could without dislodging Will's cock from his throat. His cock twitches from how unbelievably hot that looked. "Such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" Sonny's eyes roll to the back of his head and moans around the cock in his mouth, sending waves of pleasure that draw him closer to the edge.
He pulls out of his throat but not out of his mouth to give Sonny a moment to catch his breath. Will snaps his hips forward again, fucking into Sonny's mouth in sharp, quick motions, maintaining a steady rhythm. He couldn't contain his low, guttural growls as he sunk his cock into Sonny's wet, heated mouth. Sonny groans every time a new spurt of precome hit his tongue as if it was a prize for his work.
Will feels himself so close to the edge, but then they both hear footsteps and a voice talking loudly on a cell phone in the distance coming towards the classroom. Sonny's eyes widen as he pulls away and tries to stand, but Will stops him and says, "Did I fucking say you can stop?"
"But someone's coming!"
"Then instead of talking, I suggest you put your mouth to good use and suck me off quickly before they see us," Will demands. Sonny mouth is gaping. He is both afraid of his secret being discovered, but also turned on at the same time by the masked man's calm demeanor at the possibility of being discovered. Will catches Sonny off guard and thrusts his cock back into his mouth, hitting the back of Sonny's throat. The thrusts quicken and Sonny makes sure to keep his throat as relaxed as possible at the intrusion, curling his tongue under the cock as it slides in and out. He forces himself to swallow a few times to get rid of the gagging sensation.
The rhythm of the thrusts become more erratic, causing Will to plunge even deeper into Sonny's throat. With one final thrust, Will slams himself balls deep into Sonny's throat, coming in spurts with a loud grunt. Sonny swallows eagerly, almost as though Will's come was the only thing that could quench his thirst. Sonny grabs his ass with both hands when he tries to pull out, keeping him in his mouth to suck him dry. He makes eye contact as he slowly slides off Will's cock. When he finally reaches the last few inches, he suckles on the head in an attempt to clean him, then tucks the cock back into his slacks.
"Fuck" is all he can say as he is coming down from the euphoric high of Sonny's mouth mixed with the thrill of almost being caught. That smug little cockslut is still on his knees, smirking and massaging his own straining erection. Tease. It is short lived, however, due to the sound of the voice being dangerously close to the door. Sonny freezes with wide eyes but Will quickly pulls him up by the shirt and dragging him into the supply closet next to them, and closing it just as the classroom door opens.
In the dimly lit closet, Will pulls Sonny close so they're back to chest, and wraps an arm around his waist, using the other to cover Sonny's mouth. They both hear their English teacher opening the desk and rustling through some papers while still talking loudly on her cell phone. Will chooses to not acknowledge her presence and continue with his plans. Sonny is trying to get Will's attention so he uncovers his mouth and Sonny murmurs in a hoarse voice, "Shouldn't we try to—"
"No," Will replies, interrupting him unapologetically. He roughly grabs Sonny's bulge, making the boy whimpers softly so it won't alert the teacher of their presence. The devious bastard is still teasing and relentlessly rubbing, making it near impossible for Sonny to control his sounds. "Take off your pants and touch yourself but do not come. You do not have my permission," Will demands, taking his hands off of the bulge. Sonny quickly takes off his slacks and boxer briefs, letting them pool around his ankles, then slowly strokes himself with one hand and still biting his other hand to stifle his sounds.
After seeing Sonny stroke himself a few times, Will's cock began to harden. "Enough." Sonny immediately stops and looks to him for his next instruction. "Turn around, put your hands on the wall and spread your legs." He does as he's told and bends over a little bit so Will has better access to his needy hole. Will bites back a moan of his own when his eyes fall onto the tan globes of perfection right in front of him. Better than I could've ever imagined.
Will takes out a small bottle of lube from his pocket then takes off one glove, pouring the lube onto his uncovered fingers. He rubs the cold substance on his fingers to warm it up a bit before putting away the bottle. The gloved hand rests across Sonny's butt cheeks, wishing he could feel it without the glove being in the way but he needs to focus on the plan. There will be time for that later.
The air in the closet seems stifling. They can barely breathe; Sonny is panting and beads of sweat are starting to form along the back of his neck and dip down his spine. The heat coming from their bodies makes Will take off his mask. He leans down, mouthing the tiny indents above his ass while simultaneously circling Sonny's tight hole with his slick finger.
The first finger pushes into Sonny's entrance. It surprises Will that Sonny pushes back so the finger is knuckle deep. "Such a greedy little whore, aren't you?" he murmurs into Sonny's ear, pushing his finger in and out. He adds a second finger, causing Sonny to stop the loud groan fighting its way out by biting down on his lip, hard. Sonny fucks himself back on the two fingers stretching him open. "Getting a little impatient?" Will smirks then says, "Can't survive unless you have a thick cock inside of you?"
Sonny throws his head back and lets out a loud "Oh god" when Will's skilled fingers repeatedly graze his prostate. Will adds a third finger, leaving Sonny's entire body shaking with need. No longer able to control the loud moans escaping from his mouth, Will covers Sonny's mouth with his gloved hand while continuing to stretch him. Sonny can feel Will's now fully erect cock on the back of his thigh and pushes back. Once again, Sonny gets Will's attention so he uncovers Sonny's mouth, allowing him to speak. "Please, just do it already," he gasps. "I need it!"
Will loves when his instincts are right. There's no way in hell that this boy is straight. He takes out his fingers to free his erection by unzipping his slacks, tear open a condom, and roll it onto his erection. He teasingly rubs the tip on Sonny's hole, earning a desperate whimper from Sonny. "What do you need?" Will taunts.
"Oh god, I need you to fuck me." Sonny pants heavily, unable to contain his need and is too turned on to really care that he's begging a complete stranger, "I want you to fuck me into this wall so hard that I won't be able to walk for a week."
"As you wish," replies Will, finally done with teasing. He plunges into Sonny so hard that Sonny lets out a painful gasp, causing Will to cover his mouth again to silence him. He gives him a moment to adjust to the intrusion, until Sonny wiggles his hips, signaling him to move, so he does. Will notices Sonny moving one of his hands towards his cock so he whispers with authority, "Don't you dare touch yourself. Keep your fucking hands on the wall." Sonny lets out a pitiful whimper and reluctantly puts his hand back on the wall.
With the gloved hand covering his mouth and the other hand strongly gripping his hip, Will roughly thrusts into Sonny, changing his aim until he finds his pleasure point. Sonny lets out a loud, but muffled, yelp. Found it. Will keeps slamming faster and faster into him in that angle until Sonny is practically a whimpering mess of need. Every time he brushes the prostate, Sonny clenches impossibly tight around Will's cock. Will is so wrapped up in the tight heat that he bites Sonny's shoulder to muffle his own sounds. All of that time spent preparing for this moment was so worth it. This is Will's reward and it feels so amazing.
"So fucking tight. Feels so good," gasps Will, lightly sucking on the back of Sonny's neck. Both boys freeze when they hear a door close and realize it was their English teacher closing the classroom door as she left. Will removes his hand from Sonny's mouth to grip his hips, having better leverage to pump deeper into his ass.
With the heat building up and his cock aching, he sighs in relief when Will says, "Jerk yourself off." He vigorously strokes himself but then Will says, "You're not allowed to come until I tell you to." He slows down because he wants to please this mystery man so desperately.
Feeling like he's about to come, Will quickly pulls out of Sonny, takes off the condom and shoots his load on Sonny's ass. He strokes himself to completion, admiring his mark that was left on Sonny. That ass is MINE. Will tucks himself back into his slacks and smirks at Sonny's obedience. Probably too fucked out to protest right now. "Doing what you're told like a good little cockslut. Your ass looks so pretty with my come all over it. So fucking hot."
With his ungloved hand, he slaps Sonny's ass, making the boy cry out in a sensual mix of pain and pleasure. "Please," he gasps, "please, let me—."
Taking pity on the boy, Will says, "Come for me. Right now, Sonny." Sonny's eyes widen in horror upon hearing his name, but strokes himself until his entire body explodes in a mass of pleasure, as he comes harder than he ever has before. Sonny is flabbergasted that he just got fucked by some stranger he doesn't even know, but apparently the stranger knows him by name. He can't deny that it was the best sex of his young life so far. He rests his head on the wall, shouting while riding through the orgasms that continue to rip through him. Once he composes himself enough, he turns around to face the masked man but stops when he feels soft lips on his own. Sonny moans into the kiss, giving as good as he's getting. And damn, that kiss was good enough to have Sonny begging for an encore performance of the whole night. Tongues dancing together slowly just like Will and Sonny did on the dance floor earlier that night. Everything about the masked man is like a drug that Sonny craves. He awakened something inside of Sonny with the first taste, leaving him needing more.
Once the masked man breaks the kiss, Sonny tries to catch a glimpse of him, only to realize that he is covering the eye holes of Sonny's mask. A few moments later, he takes his hand away, revealing the mask to be in place again. He looks at the masked man up and down, searching for anything that would give away his identity. Damn, nothing. He does notice one thing though: this guy doesn't look like he just got his cock sucked and then fucked Sonny into the wall. He looks flawless and unruffled. Sonny can only imagine how much of a disaster he looks like at this moment.
Taking in Sonny's appearance, Will is proud to admit that he looks thoroughly fucked out and the sex hair—that Sonny got legitimately, for the record—came back with a vengeance tonight. A phone rings, causing both of them to break their concentration. It was an alarm on Will's phone, signaling that it was midnight. "It's midnight. Time for me to go," says Will, opening the door to the closet.
"Wait, what? You're not leaving here until you reveal yourself," replies Sonny, trying to grab the other boy by the arm but it was too late. He tries to catch up with him but stumbles out of the confined area when he realizes his slacks and boxer briefs are around his ankles.
"If you want me to reveal myself then catch me if you can," smirks Will behind the mask. He bows and walks out of the room, never to be seen again. For now. The clean-up will be a bitch. Will wants Sonny to have the worst walk of shame of his life for being such a tease during school hours. Sonny, the closeted football captain, comes stumbling out of the closet after taking it up the ass. It's almost poetic, in an ironic way. The plan is definitely a mission accomplished.
"Fuck, now I'll never know who that guy is," grumbles Sonny. He bends over to pick up his boxer briefs and slacks but winces from the pain in his ass left there by the ghost of the masked man's cock, mocking him. That's when he remembers the masked man also came on his ass. Damn him. He reaches behind him to wipe a big load that landed on his right ass cheek with a finger and brings his finger to his mouth, groaning at the taste of the salty liquid on his tongue. The taste of the masked man—his lips, come, sweat, whatever—is the perfect drug and Sonny is now unashamedly hooked.
The next day at school, students are hung-over and in a foul mood for having to go to class. Not Will though. He's has the biggest smile on his face, feeling invincible.
On the other hand, Sonny is walking, while occasionally wincing, to his locker, watching everyone around him closely, looking for anything that could give away the identity of the masked man that completely owned him last night. Will passes by Sonny, whistling while walking to his class. Sonny, however, is none the wiser.
A shy theatre nerd made the captain of the football team willingly bend over and was practically begging to be fucked. At this, Will smirks.