You stare at him from across the table. You know he gets self-conscious when you do this, but you can't help it. He's adorable with his glasses on, intently studying his Physics textbook. You take a quick look around the shop, glad it's slow and focus your attention back on Will. He is beautiful and sweet and perfect. And for as serious as he is right now, he was equally as playful last night when you were getting ready for bed. Trying to get ready for bed. He is more confident now, taking the lead at times, asking for what he wants, encouraging you to tell him what you want. You can't help but smile at the memory of him pulling your pants off just as soon as you put them on. He's intoxicating when he's aggressive. You think about how your sex life has moved from tentative, traditional...to deliberate and adventurous. Tremendously satisfying, you still wonder if there are some new things you could try. You think about your experiences, though not very meaningful, some were titillating and risky. Perhaps you should try some of those with Will.
"Hon," you interrupt him from his studies, "do you have fantasies?"
Trying to shift to this new topic, Will pauses a moment to think before he speaks. "Yeah, I suppose. Like winning the lottery or buying a brand new convertible or becoming famous and winning an Oscar..."
You smile at his innocence. "No, Will. Sexual fantasies."
Turning a deep shade of red, Will's eyes dart back to his book. "Sonny! Shut up...people can hear you."
"Stop overreacting. There's hardly anyone here, plus the ones who are don't care what we are talking about. Although, they might become concerned if you continue to heat up like that; your head looks like it might explode."
"What do you expect? No one has ever asked me that before."
"Are you not comfortable telling me?" you ask, waiting for his response.
"No, I mean yes, I am. I just don't know that I have any." He looks at you shyly, pursing his lips.
"C'mon, seriously? There has to be something you want to do that we haven't."
Biting his thumbnail, Will tilts his head and and smiles, keeping his lips together. "Well, I did have that dream about us in the shower?"
"Yeah," you acknowledge, "but haven't we umm fulfilled that a couple of times since we've gotten back together?" You watch him as the smile spreads across his entire face. His eyes sparkle, and you know he remembers.
"Yeeesss..." he draws the word out, getting a little embarrassed again, crimson flooding back to his cheeks. "Okay, so, do you have fantasies?"
You keep your gaze steady on his, looking so intensely at him that he licks his lips in anticipation. "I do. There are a variety of positions and places and role playing ideas I'd like to try with you. If you think it's just status quo from now on, Will, you are sadly mistaken. This is the most amazing sex I've ever had, and I intend to keep it that way."
"Really," he croaks, swallowing hard. "Should I be nervous? Because I kind of am."
"No, don't be. Don't you trust me? I would never do anything you weren't comfortable doing, Will. This is a consensual relationship, we do what WE want at OUR pace, okay?" You are sure you caught him off guard. But this is something you've been wanting to approach for a while. He is the love of your life, and you want to make his every dream come true.
Will settles a little and pushes his glasses up his nose. "I know, I know and of course I trust you. I'm just new at this stuff, so take it easy on me, okay?" You find this even more adorable than you ever thought possible. Winking, you return to your coffee order; he goes back to physics.
"Sonny?" Will pulls you from your work this time. You answer by raising your eyebrows. "I, ah, thought of something." Something, you wonder, forgetting briefly your previous conversation. "The car. I have fantasized about being, ummm, serviced while driving." You let his words sink in. You are blown away by his admission.
"Really," you tease, "I'm not sure I saw you as the voyeuristic type."
"It's not that," he explains and you finish his sentence.
"It's the danger factor." He nods once at you and shrugs his shoulders dismissively. Your breathing becomes a bit labored thinking about how you can get him to the car. Now.
A week later you are riding with Will to school, dropping him off for class so he doesn't have to worry about parking. About halfway there, you hear his phone beep. "I can look for you, Will." He pulls his phone from his pocket and hands it to you. "Oh, your class is canceled."
"Hrmph, I studied all night for the quiz today. That's 3 hours I'll never get back."
"Well, do you want to hang out with me then, since you suddenly have some free time?" You wait for his answer. You know exactly what you'd like to do. You just have to get Will on board.
"That would be great. You know I can never see enough of you," he flashes you that adorable smile, and you take a deep breath before continuing.
"How about we take a little trip to the state park outside of Salem? It's warm enough today, we can get out and hike?" You try to sound nonchalant, like it doesn't matter whether you go or not. It does matter.
"Cool. Yeah, let's go," and he turns the car the opposite direction, settling into his seat, preparing for a slightly longer drive than originally planned.
You smile to yourself, almost conspiratorially, even though you already know your own secret. You grab his hand from the wheel and kiss his palm. Placing it back next to the other, you gently move your hand to his leg, letting it set there a moment before moving it slowly upward. Will isn't catching on yet. You start to rub his thigh and slide your hand just an inch or two to his zipper. Now he gets it.
Will's eyes open in shock, and he quickly shakes his head at you. "No, Sonny, no," sure he knows where this is leading.
"Yes, Will, yes," you respond, clearly planning to follow this exactly where it leads. "Please," you plead, eyes trying to comfort him, remind him of your promises of patience, gentleness, consent. "Let me, Will," and with a deep sigh he breathes out "okay," and you are almost too overwhelmed to proceed.
Slowly, you move back to the place you left, just outside the zipper of Will's jeans. Despite the interruption, Will doesn't appear to be at all affected. Neither are you. You use a little pressure and a soft moan escapes his lips. Moving in circles, you focus on Will's growing hardness, being careful not to rush, taking time to enjoy every single touch. Releasing button and zipper, "Will, lift your hips," you pull his jeans down enough for easier access, enough to still make him feel just a little confined.
"God, Sonny, you are making me crazy. I don't know if I can do this." He's looking at you, saying stop with his words but begging you to continue with his eyes.
"You can, Will. I want to do this for you."
You're outside his boxers, palming, holding, pulling. You don't want to be this far away from him; you unbuckle the seatbelt, lean over slowly and blow out warm air. Your mouth is on him, on top of thin cotton, using lips to massage his hidden length. Will delights you again with his sounds, voice husky and breathing ragged. The boxers go the same way as the jeans, freeing Will completely. Seeing him aroused, skin taut, dark hair trailing from belly button down, you cannot control your own excitement. You shift on your seat.
Taking advantage, Will's hand quickly finds you, straining against your jeans. Closing your eyes, you relish his bold touch, his deft fingers working your pants open. "Stop, Will," you really don't want him to, but this is his fantasy. "No," you say firmly almost meaning it, "this is about you." Protesting only a little, Will returns his hand to the steering wheel.
Finally, your mouth is on him, tongue rounding the tip, tasting the salty liquid that has already escaped. "Shit!" Will exclaims. You feel powerful making him writhe in the driver's seat. He's buckled in, he can't go anywhere; you feel sexy, strong. You move your hand underneath his shirt to caress his smooth chest, circle each nipple and bring it back down to settle his hips. Will's pleasure is almost continuous now, silence more the exception than the rule. You move your lips over him completely, your hand moving to the base, double teaming. You can feel his heartbeat in your mouth, he is trying to let you take charge but can't keep his hips from thrusting forward.
You take a moment to look up at the most incredible man you've ever known. He's trying fiercely to keep his concentration on the road, and you are secretly glad he is having trouble doing so. Not making him wait one minute longer, you take his cock entirely into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat. His voice jumps an octave, and he starts calling out your name. "Sonny, fuck, you feel incredible..." "Oh God, Sonny...yes, please." "More, Sonny, faster..." He is coming undone.
Moving your hand underneath his backside, you feel him tense and clench. You have one more surprise for him. Slowly dragging a wet finger between his cheeks, you coax him to relax. Reaching his hole, you finger the outside firmly but gently, not to tickle or intrude. "Yes!" he shouts and you are in. Using the same rhythm as your mouth, you slide your finger in and out. You feel him start to tremble. You know he is close to the edge. Curling your finger, you move it upward, hitting the perfect spot the first time. Crying out, Will releases, "Argh...God Sonny I love you!" You swallow every drop, savoring the taste of him, enjoying every shudder as his orgasm never seems to stop.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Will tugs fingers through your dark hair, attempting to pull himself back to reality. Only after every last moan and pulse do you rise from his lap. He looks at you, shaking his head, smiling, amazed. "Eyes on the road, Horton," you say, eliciting the cutest grunt from him.
"Really," his tone is sarcastic, "now you want me to pay attention to driving? It didn't seem all that important just a few seconds ago..."
Silently you help him back into his boxers and jeans. No words are necessary to describe how incredible that was. Will fidgets in his seat, trying to get comfortable. "Could we maybe stop somewhere? You know so I can clean up?"
"Did I not do a thorough enough job, because I can double check my work?" and you start to bend over towards him.
"No!" he retorts immediately, "You did a fine job, thank you. Maybe I need to adjust, catch my breath."
You acquiesce, smiling at the effect you've had on him. "All you have to do is say so."
Getting back into the car, Will takes your hand in his. "I love you so much." You will never tire of hearing him say that. "I know I was kind of nervous at first, but man, that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had. Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy."
He is so sincere, so grateful, you can't help but tease, "Oh, you won the lottery, or wait, you're buying a convertible?"
"Very funny."
"Seriously, Will, thank you for letting me share that with you. I love you, too, so much. I've never, ahh, never actually given a blow-job in a moving vehicle before. I can see why you fantasized about it. That was one hell of a thrill ride."
Back on the road, you notice you are heading back towards Salem. "No hike after all?" you question, knowing the answer. Hoping you know Will's answer.
"Nah." he says pretending to look at the sky, "it's starting to cloud over. I think we should go home."
You agree a little too quickly, "sounds good to me." Will knows that you never intended to hike. He knows now that you wanted him in the car, driving, long enough to give him an experience you hope he will never forget. And maybe there will even be an encore performance on the way back home.
"No," Will says sternly, reading you like an open book, "I need to rest for now."
Giving him your best quizzical look, he wrinkles his nose and you feign ignorance. "Rest? For what?"
"Well, it's your turn next, Kiriakis, and I've got some research to do. So, tell me about your fantasies." And before you can begin your sarcastic response, he clarifies, "you know the ones I'm talking about. Out with it; we've got the rest of the afternoon to fill."
