The More You Love Someone...
The More You Want To Kill Them
#2
Will's unease toward Sonny didn't lessen with time. He understood why Sonny blew up on him. He thought Will lead him on. And, yeah, it is a bit distasteful to mention someone else when you're in bed together but what did Sonny expect?
Will wasn't running on full cylinders that night anyway. If anything, Sonny should have kept his lips and his hands to himself. He knew Will was vulnerable and not himself while in the midst of a memory.
Either way, Will did everything he could the next few days to steer clear of Sonny. He hid behind bushes and took detours down dark alleys. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling someone watched his every move. Always felt someone's eyes on him, always looking over his shoulder.
Unfortunately, everywhere he went, Sonny seemed to follow. Like a demented version of Mary Had a Little Lamb, William Had a Little Stalker. Which he demonstrated by jumping behind a statue as Sonny rounded a corner.
Feeling ridiculous, Will squatted down to wait until the coast was clear. He praised the excellent condition of his thighs because he wasn't going anywhere. Not when Xander sauntered around the opposite corner only a few seconds after Sonny.
Sonny and Xander stopped in front of each other, sizing the other up.
"Xander," Sonny sneered, nose in the air.
"Sonny," Xander drawled, lips quirked up. "What? No, Mommy here to hold your hand? I thought children weren't allowed unsupervised in public?"
Will stifled a guffaw. He ducked down lower when Xander's eyes drifted his way.
"Stay out of my way," Sonny ordered, arms crossed, one foot tapping in front of the other.
"By all means," Xander swept his arms out in front of Sonny. "I won't stop you from stomping off in a snit. Go on home and whine some more about how Will's a giant cocktease who won't give it up."
Will's jaw dropped as Sonny growled.
"Shut up, Xander!"
"Oooh, I'm so scared," Xander rolled his eyes. "I still stand by what I said before. I'm sure the amnesia was an excuse to stay away from you."
The two bickered back and forth, Sonny barely keeping up with the quips. When Will's thighs and temper couldn't take it anymore, Sonny's phone rang and he, as Xander predicted, stomped off.
Will jumped after he stood up and saw Xander leaning against the statue, arms crossed and smile big.
"Well, well, well," Xander leered. "What do we have here?"
Will, rubbing against his aching thighs, ignored the question.
"You saw me, didn't you? That's why you mentioned my name?"
"Of course," Xander purred. He started off in a slow jaunt. Will, inexplicably, followed him. "And who can blame you? I'd run and hide from old Sonny boy too if riling him up wasn't so much fun."
The two walked side by side in silence for a few minutes. Will didn't know where they were going or why he was even walking with Xander at all. It isn't like they had anything in common or knew much about the other. Will wasn't even sure if he ever met Xander before he came back to Salem.
But, Xander did seem to know a lot about what went on with Sonny.
"Did you make it up?" Will asked, breaking the silence.
"Hmm?" Xander didn't even glance Will's way.
"What Sonny said about me? Did he really call me a cocktease?"
"Well," Xander responded. He snatched Will's wrist, guiding him down a side street before letting go. "He didn't say it in so many words but that was the gist of it. Something about you leading him on before pushing him away and talking about Paul. Whine, whine, bitch, bitch. The usual with Sonny."
Will scoffed, skin, oddly enough, tingling where Xander touched him.
"Was he right?" Xander asked, glancing at Will with a slight gleam in his eye. Something calculating and glinting mischievously.
Will refused to acknowledge how attractive it was.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, he was all over me and I pushed him away. Threw his clothes in the hall and kicked him out."
Xander let out a bark of laughter.
Something else Will refused to acknowledge.
"I wish I could have seen that," Xander said once his laughter died down.
"You often wish you could see Sonny in his underwear?" Will teased, smiling playing at his lips.
Xander rolled his eyes, shoulder bumping into Will. Somehow, without Will realizing, they moved much closer together.
"I wouldn't mind seeing you," Xander admitted, eyeing Will up and down.
Will felt his face erupt in flames, heart pounding against his chest. He pushed aside his embarrassment and Xander's obvious glee at his reaction.
"Where are we going?"
"A place I know," Xander responded glibly. He caught Will's eye, a grin making his face heat up again. "Trust me. You'll love it."
By the time Will swallowed the last of his beer, Xander slid over an unopened water bottle.
"Thanks," Will yelled over the deafening techno music inside the nightclub.
Will guzzled half the water before he noticed Xander staring at him out of the corner of his eye.
"What?" Will practically screamed.
"Nothing," Xander murmured, sliding in nice and close to Will. He leaned right into Will's space, lips brushing his ear. "Enjoying yourself?"
Will nodded, goosebumps littering his arms despite the warmth in the air.
Xander grinned.
"When did you even get back in town?" Will asked if only to distract himself from Xander's close proximity.
"A few days ago," Xander answered. His fingertips slid up and down Will's forearm, circling around his wrist. "Victor and Brady-,"
"Stop right there," Will put one hand on Xander's firm, firm chest. Sidetracked for a moment, Will stared at the way Xander's shirt pulled at his pectorals. Shaking it off, Will said, "I don't want to hear about any boring Kiriakis family drama."
"Can't talk much here anyway," Xander mused, encircling Will's wrists and keeping them against his chest.
Will could feel how hard Xander's heart pumped, strong and steady.
"Why don't you come upstairs with me?" Xander suggested, with a lazy grin.
Will swallowed once before nodding.
He let Xander pull him toward a dark staircase. Excitement racing through his veins as Xander grinned at him lasciviously.
Halfway up the stairs, Xander pulled Will against him, kissing the corner of his mouth.
Will couldn't have stopped the high-pitched giggle he emitted even if he tried. Xander, pleased with the reaction, guided Will up the rest of the stairs with his hand on Will's lower back.
Will's shoulder bumped into a man leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder to apologize. For the briefest of moments, Will thought he recognized the stranger's silhouette. The fleeting thought vanished when Xander's hand slid down and cupped Will's butt.
Will's head bounced off a hard wall, Xander's mouth capturing his grunt of pain.
He couldn't breathe through the smoke and the scent of lust and dirtywrongsogoodon'tstop in the air. Will clung to Xander's meaty shoulders, legs wrapped tight around his waist. Their mouths and tongues twisted together. Panting into each other's mouths. Groaning and moaning and throwing his head back with a loud yowl when Xander bit into the base of his neck.
Xander chuckled into Will's skin, rubbing himself against Will's jeans. Hefting Will up higher on the wall, getting a better grip.
The bass of the music vibrated against the walls, reverberating inside their chests. Made it easier for Will to finally acknowledge what that cocky grin of Xander's did to him. Made it easier for Will to forget Paul. Forget Xander being his ex-husband's cousin. Forget everything but Xander's ridiculously large and strong hands on every part of him.
Forget they were in a semi-private room in a club. Forget that anyone could walk in on them at any time. Forget anyone could see Will clinging to Xander, wanton and desperate.
Will whined, yanking Xander back to his mouth again. Hands dragging through Xander's thick hair, tugging and pulling and shuddering. Whimpering when those large hands slid down to cup Will's ass, squeezing and kneading.
Will didn't even know he started pleading and begging until Xander shushed him, easing Will onto his feet.
"S'alright, baby," Xander promised smugly. Dropping to his knees as he pressed Will into the wall by the hips. "I got you."
Will couldn't stay still, hips gyrating and eyes blown wide watching Xander unzip his jeans.
"Oh, God," Will groaned, head slamming into the wall once more when Xander's warm, wet mouth swallowed his tip. "Oh, God."
Xander thrived off of Will's praise. Groaned around Will at the tight grip on his hair. Picked up his pace as Will ground his pelvis into his face. Dusted off his rusty skills and turned Will into a trembling, weak-kneed little boy.
"No, no, no," Will cried when Xander pulled off. He moaned again when he saw Xander's shiny red lips and flushed face.
"Off," Xander ordered, yanking at Will's jeans.
Will connected their lips together, licking the taste of himself off Xander's mouth. Then the two of them yanked at the other's clothes. Tripping and groaning, stumbling to the dubiously placed sofa in the room.
Will relished the feel of Xander's body hovering over him, almost crushing him into the sofa cushions.
Will sucked on the tip of Xander's tongue as Xander wrapped his hand around both their cocks. Their precum just enough to make their slip and slide together on the right side of painful.
Will babbled the whole time, a litany of "yes, god, fuck, oh god, oh god" while Xander nipped and teased at his skin. So many, "so good, baby, just like that, fuck, yes, so good for me."
Will didn't feel even the slightest bit of shame lapping at Xander's hand once they finished. Slurping up their mixed cum and sweat. Swallowing down three of Xander's long fingers into the back of his throat.
Xander groaned, long and loud, forehead thumping against Will's chest.
Will stretched out his neck, smiling, chest heaving. He hadn't felt this good in such a long time. Even if the circumstances weren't ideal.
"I don't even care you only did this to piss off Sonny," Will declared. "So, so worth it."
Xander chuckled, lips brushing along Will's nipples.
"Well, now I know why he's so obsessed with you."
Will rolled his eyes but kept smiling. He wiggled down a bit until his face was level with Xander's. He pressed their lips together for a dirty, filthy kiss.
"Fuck," Xander said, shaking his head once they pulled away. "This was much better than I anticipated."
Will nipped his lips once again, fingers digging into his hair. Bumping their spent cocks together just to hear Xander grunt.
Something took over Will. Something wild and aching. The same thing that made it so easy for Will to follow an almost stranger into a somewhat classier version of a club's backroom.
What did anyone expect? Will was a healthy, sexual young man. He couldn't go from getting it on a daily basis to going cold turkey.
The man Will loved dumped him after promising he would be by Will's side. His ex-husband wouldn't take no for an answer. Xander bending him over the nearest surface seemed like the best idea Will ever had.
"Take me home," Will demanded, eyes glistening.
"Tempting," Xander admitted, hands gliding up and down Will's naked sides.
"No strings," Will purred.
Xander grinned, dark and playful.
"Perfect."