When you first got together with Will, you thought that naps were highly overrated. Why waste precious time together sleeping when you could be doing so much more? Well, now that you've been a couple for a while, sharing lots of non-napping afternoons in bed, cuddling up to sleep has its own unique appeal. And one fine reason is in your arms right now. There's no other feeling that compares to opening your eyes to see this man asleep, skin soft and bare, dark eyelashes pressed to his cheeks, lips upturned into a slight smile. With a contented sigh, he pulls you closer to him and lets his head fall back into the crook of your neck. Nuzzling him gently with your nose you inhale his musky, slightly sweaty scent. It's intoxicating because this is how he smells when you make love. Yep. You definitely recognize the benefits of napping now.
"What time is it?" a groggy Will stirs and opens his eyes to look up at you. Peeking over him at the clock, you see that it's almost 6pm.
"Wow," you say a bit surprised, "it's about 6 o'clock. We've been sleeping for a while!" You shift a little to make it easier to see him. "I didn't realize I was that tired."
He smiles at you and reaches a hand to your cheek. "It has been a very long and busy week for both of us. Not to mention we did a few things earlier that kind of wore us out." Oh yeah. You remember giving Will a little hot and cold action. And you remember him liking it an awful lot.
All of a sudden he shoots up in the bed, coming dangerously close to knocking heads in the process. "Hey! I forgot that I brought home some treats for us! Are you hungry?"
"Mmmm...I could eat," he's peaked your curiosity. "What kind of treats?"
Will jumps up from the bed and heads directly into the kitchen. Reaching into the refrigerator he pulls out a bottle of something you don't yet recognize and a platter displaying several different types of cheese, crackers and fruit. Setting the food on the night stand table, Will pops the cork on the champagne and pours each of you a glass.
"You bought alcohol, my dear under-aged boyfriend?" and he grins at your accusation, "you still aren't using that horrible fake ID, are you? The guy is missing some front teeth and has a mustache. You don't look anything like him. I don't know how you get away with it..."
"Oh, settle down, Sonny. I went to my mom's house and swiped a bottle of champagne. She and EJ have so many, I'm sure they won't miss one. And by the way, if I don't smile, that ID works just fine for me." He's standing at the counter, facing away from you, without a stitch of clothing on. You admire his shoulders, his torso stretching down into narrow hips, his tight, muscled ass, his legs toned and lightly covered in dark hair. He is beautiful and takes your breath away. "Here you go," he turns around to hand you a glass of bubbly. The front view of him is even better than the back.
"To us," you clink his glass and take a swig. It's very fizzy and dry, and you feel the bubbles as they travel your throat to your belly. But Will isn't satisfied with your simple toast.
"Us together...well, it has exceeded my wildest dreams. You are perfect to me - for me, Sonny - in every way. Thank you for teaching me that love can be simple and beautiful instead of complicated and exhausting. I am more comfortable being me than ever before. And I know that I am a better person because of you. I love you so much." Will finishes and you are so stunned you barely realize that he's wrapped his arm around yours in an attempt to share a sip, linked together. "Sonny? Are you okay?"
"Yea - yeah, I'm great. That was so sweet, Will. Thank you." You take a drink together.
"I mean every word, Sonny," he says quietly, staring at you sincerely, openly, as if daring you to read even more from his expression. You are completely mesmerized and so much passes between the two of you without ever speaking a word. You have never felt so connected, so in-tune, so electrified by anyone ever before. The feeling is wonderful and ultimately frightening at the same time. If you ever lose him again, you wouldn't know how to survive. And you don't think you'd want to either, if you're not together.
"Will?" you start tell him some of the thoughts that have just been rattling around in your head, but instead you ask, "so what kind of cheese did you get?"
Clearly Will didn't expect this from you. He huffs under his breath and pulls the food plate over to you on the bed. "Gouda, Parmesan, and an aged cheddar and provolone. There are wheat and butter crackers, along with some raspberries, blueberries and peaches." He pauses to grab a wedge of peach, dip it into the champagne and take it between his lips, biting off the end. "They said this would be really good together, and it is." He repeats what he has just done except this time he offers the peach to you.
Opening your mouth to him, you take in the remainder of the peach, stealing his fingers that are dripping with juice. You suck on them before releasing, savoring the peach and champagne, co-mingling and making your taste buds dance.
"Here, and try this," Will takes a piece of cheese, cheddar you think, and places it on a thin wafer, feeding it to you whole. As you chew, you watch him watching you, intently waiting for your reaction. "Now take a drink," he suggests and you do. It's a wonderful mixture of rich, tangy, crispy. "Is it as salty and delicious as yak butter tea?" he teases you, sending you back to the date where he told you he was afraid of heights. For all that the two of you have in common, this is one area in which you differ greatly. Will prefers to remain solidly on the ground, both feet planted and secure; you love climbing, looking ahead at what's to come and behind at what you've already conquered. He is grounded, insecure, gentle; you are adventurous, confident, bold. In your mind, there is no better match for you. You are like a magnet to a refrigerator, drawn to him, unable to pull away.
"It is better than yak butter tea. But it really doesn't have anything to do with what it is as much as who I'm sharing it with." Leaning over you kiss him, enjoying the remnants of juice on his lips. Taking another peach, you dip it in the champagne like he did, lift it to his mouth but before letting him take a bite, you let some of the juice drip down his lips, his chin, his neck. Eagerly you clean him up, using your tongue to trace his contours. He shivers and whispers your name, "oh Sonny...". He takes your glass from you and meets your eyes seductively. He wants you.
Your breath hitches under his gaze and an unexpected moan escapes your parted lips. Then he's on you, pressing your back to the bed with his chest. He presses feather light kisses to your cheeks, to the tender area behind your ears, down your neck to your shoulders. You expect him to keep moving downward, but he pauses to take another drink of champagne, not swallowing before he returns his attention to you. Leaning forward, Will lets some of the liquid drip from his lips onto each nipple. He then quickly takes each one into his mouth, sucking, kissing, nibbling until you arch your back. He takes another drink, this time drawing a bubbly line directly down the middle of your chest to your hips. The liquid is cold but Will's mouth is hot and warms you immediately. He does this a couple more times, following different paths to his ultimate destination. Without taking a drink this time, he takes your hardness into his mouth, tracing the ridge with his tongue. Your hands find his hair and you use him as your anchor, keeping you from writhing, thrusting, surrendering so soon to him. He moves his lips over your entire length and it doesn't take too long before you are calling out his name, ready to let go.
He releases you just briefly and takes one more sip of champagne, resuming his place over your throbbing cock. He opens his mouth and lets some of the liquid fall into your pubic hair and thighs before taking you back into his mouth. At first the sensation is exquisite, the bubbly making your taut skin tingle. And then it hits your tip, and you can't help but scream out. Will intensifies his sucking, reading your sounds as moans of pleasure.
"Will!" you yell and pull him up by his hair, "you have to stop right now!"
He's shocked as he releases you with a pop, a look of terror replacing the lustful one there just moments ago. "Oh god, Sonny, are you okay?" And with that, you fly up from the bed, run to the bathroom and into the shower. You don't even let the water warm before getting in. Even the cold water has to feel better than the stinging, consuming pain you are in right now.
Will is right behind you, repeatedly asking if you are okay, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. As the water turns warmer, you clean yourself completely, trying to rinse every drop of champagne from you. Finally feeling some relief, you pull Will into the shower with you and embrace him tightly.
"I'm so sorry I freaked you out, Will," you speak into his ear softly. "But the champagne did something really weird to my penis. The head started throbbing in a bad way, it hurt like hell...I was seeing stars."
"Sonny, if I would have known it would do that, I never would have..."
"I know, Will," you cut him off with your words and a finger to his lips. "Of course I know that. I didn't mean to scare you when I dashed from the bed." The two of you hold each other for a while, letting the hot water caress your skin.
"I was so afraid that I had hurt you," Will whispers lifting his cheek from your shoulder to meet your eyes. "I never want to hurt you..."
"Will, stop. I know that, honey. I'm fine now. I just might have to wait a little while before all the feeling comes back." You are teasing, but he looks even more devastated and a tear falls across his nose. "Oh babe, I'm kidding. I'm fine, really."
He sniffles, trying to compose himself before speaking. "I guess when I was searching online to see what went well with champagne, I should have worried less about the cheese and fruit. Apparently bubbly and blow-jobs are not a recommended pairing." He sounds so sincere, so sad. You can't help but let out a low chuckle and soon he is giggling at himself. Your belly starts to tremble as laugher takes over, and you cannot help but close your eyes and throw your head back. Remembering quickly how terrified Will looked just a moment ago, you bring your head down to his to make sure he's okay. His eyes twinkle as he scrunches up his nose at you. Soon you are both racked with fits of laughter, grabbing hold of the shower walls to steady you.
"Are you okay?" you are able to ask once you've both calmed down.
"Umm, yes, I'm okay," he responds, a grin still spread across his face. "I didn't mean to hurt you Sonny. I'm so sorry."
"I know Will, and I forgive you." you meet his eyes and bite your lower lip. "I guess we learned an important lesson today. Sensitive penis does not do well with carbonated beverage." This has the both of you laughing uncontrollably once again.
You are both toweling off when Will comes up behind you, circling his arms around your waist. "I'm sorry I ruined such a great moment," he confesses into your back. "I am happy to make it up to you..." and his hands slide slowly, deliberately lower until he has you in his hand. You are soft, still recovering from the bubbly assault, and he starts stroking gently up and down the shaft, avoiding the head. As you start to respond, he tightens his grip a little until you are pulsing, growing stiffer from his touch. He places his hands on your sides and turns you gently around to face him. He moves forward to kiss you, and you can feel that he's aroused, too, as he presses his hips to yours. "Damn, Will, you feel good," you declare as he starts grinding into you.
"Good," Will replies confidently, "because I have a few things I need to make up for." And in an instant, Will is in front of you, tongue running up and down your inner thighs and up to your cock. You are still a little sensitive, but this time it's in a good way. You are feeling every little touch, each caress with amazing intensity. When he takes you into his mouth entirely, you scream out this time with profound pleasure. He circles your tip and slides his tongue into your slit, tasting the saltiness of your pre-cum. As soon as he moves a hand to your ass and a finger to your hole, you know it won't be long. He rims you slowly before sliding his finger inside. You are tight and unprepared, but the pain disappears instantly as he moves in and out of you. You are bending your knees, it's becoming impossible for your legs to keep you completely upright. You feel your orgasm filling your belly and your cock. With one last thrust of his finger and his mouth, you call out his name as you find your release. Shuddering, leaning against the sink for balance, Will climbs his way back up to you and takes you into his arms. "Am I forgiven now?" he asks innocently.
You can only look at him and nod, your body overwhelmed from experiencing such extreme sensations in a short period of time. "Yes, you are forgiven," your voice is still breathy. "That there was amazing, Will. God I love those lips of yours."
Taking your cue, he shifts his swollen lips to yours and kisses you, while running his hands up and down your back. Breaking away momentarily, he takes in your slightly glazed over look. "I love you so much, Sonny," he finally speaks.
"And I love you with my whole heart and soul," you profess, returning your lips to his. After making out for a while, tongues exploring mouths and ears, your stomach growls. "I guess I'm still hungry."
"Well, we have cheese and crackers and fruit out there. And I've chosen a delicious sparkling wine to complement it." He is teasing you and winks playfully as your eyebrows raise in fear.
"No-no thank you," you stammer, "for now I'm just going to stick with water. Thank you though," you try to look serious. Cracking up again the two of you walk hand in hand from the bathroom to the bed. Popping a bite of cheese into your mouth, you chew and savor the wonderful taste. After swallowing you assure him, "yes, Will, it's salty and delicious."
"Like yak butter tea?" you ask each other simultaneously, laughing at your connectedness, enjoying the company much more than the food.
