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Friday, April 26, 2013

All Male Fiction: A Moth to a Flame (Part 5)

Days of Our Lives Slash Fiction
 
By: Mistress Euclid
 
 
 
"Go get in the shower. Hands against the wall, and wait for me," EJ had ordered moments earlier. "And don't turn around."

Now Will's hands were on the cold tile that lined the shower of his new apartment. It was some kind of fancy European tile, cool to the touch despite the hot water and steam. Will could hear EJ stepping into the shower, but he kept his eyes on the wall.

EJ had ordered him not to turn around, so Will wasn't going to. He knew how to be a good slave boy, when it suited him.

Suddenly, Will felt a gentle, large hand on his back. "How do you feel?"

"Good, sir," replied Will.

"I can feel that," purred EJ in response, his other hand snaking around Will's body to grab his hard cock.

EJ pressed himself to Will's back, and Will felt that EJ was aroused. Will moaned in response. Taking EJ's cock up his ass was the best part of his job, even though Will remained deeply ashamed.



He tried to put EJ's relationship with his mother out of his head when he and EJ fucked, but it was difficult. Sometimes, Will even imagined how much fun it would be to tell her about this. Tell her that he finally understood why she couldn't restrain herself when it came to EJ.

Will bit his lip as he felt EJ's lubed fingers slip inside his ass. He gasped, amazed that something so wrong felt so good. It wasn't long before he felt open, but he wondered how this was going to work. EJ was a lot taller than him, so they usually fucked on the bed. But EJ was also strong, and he lifted Will up with one arm, and he used his other hand to push his dick inside him.

Will gasped, using the wall to bear some of the weight as EJ thrust into him. "Oh…my…god," grunted Will.

It wasn't long before EJ was cumming inside Will, but Will hadn't cum. So, EJ pulled out and set Will down. Then, he turned him around and dropped to his knees. As he sucked Will off, Will ran his fingers through EJ's wet hair. Soon, Will came, shuddering and moaning.

The shower sex had so exhausted Will that he got in his bed, naked, and curled in a fetal position. The platform bed was very comfortable, with a brand new mattress and soft white sheets. Even though he had only been in the apartment a couple of nights, it already felt like his bed.

EJ was getting dressed, whistling a pleasant tune. Will couldn't look at him. But EJ seemed to notice, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong, William?" said EJ with just a slight impatience in his voice.

"What isn't wrong?" replied Will.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" asked EJ.

Will shook his head. "It's just… even you can see how screwed up this is. For so many reasons."

EJ smiled playfully. He leaned over and gently caressed Will's face. "Come now, isn't that part of the fun? It's the kink that makes it so hot."

Will sighed. "If this gets out, it'll ruin your chances in the election. It'll infuriate and hurt Nicole."

EJ smiled. "I'll give you the first one, but don't worry about Nicole. She'll come around. Even she noticed how pretty you are. Don't be surprised if she joins us one of these days."

Will shook his head and blushed just slightly. He did not want to go there.

"Don't be such a prude. I won't make you touch her if you don't want to," laughed EJ.

Will sighed. He watched as EJ stood up and finished getting dressed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, William."

"Yes, sir," replied Will, and he watched EJ leave.

Will closed his eyes, and he enjoyed the feel of the clean sheets on his skin. He imagined what it would be like if Sonny was in the bed with him. He fell asleep imagining Sonny's arms around him.

A few hours later, Will was nervously pacing his living room. He looked through his DVDs, and he was trying to find one that Chad would like. Chad and he were awfully close, but they didn't really share the same taste in much of anything. Although, they both liked Jason Stratham movies. Of course, it was for wildly different reasons, but that didn't matter.

Will's apartment had come with a big sectional couch and a 52" television. Will had decided to invite Chad over, just to hang out. Will needed a friend, preferably one that didn't have any clue what a mess his life had become. Will just wanted to forget everything. Forget EJ. Forget Sonny. Forget his mother.

Will had been to the store to get some staples, which was necessary since EJ had only had the apartment stocked with alcohol and, to Will's shock, tiny canisters of amyl nitrate called poppers. "Perfectly legal," EJ had told Will.

But no food. So, Will had gotten some basics from the store. He had chips and salsa and some hummus. Nothing fancy. If Chad and he got hungry, they could order pizza.

The doorbell rang, and Will eagerly headed to the door and opened it. Chad stood there grinning and carrying a case of beer. Next to him stood Sonny, who wore an expression of amused concern.

"I ran into Sonny down in the Square," said Chad.

"I hope you don't mind that I came along," continued Sonny as they both entered the apartment.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Chad. "This is the nicest apartment I've ever seen." Chad looked over at Will as he set the beer down on the slate countertop. Granite, Will had been told, was on the way out.

It was a nice apartment, with a panoramic view of the river and the Square through large windows, an open great room and a huge bedroom. The DiMera's decorator had bought simple, modern furniture that Will thought of as "bachelor pad chic".

"I like it," said Will with a shrug, "but I only have it for a year."

Chad laughed. "And what do you have on my brother that he got you this place?"

Will's eyes locked with Sonny's, and Sonny stared him down. Will looked over at Chad, breaking eye contact. "He wants to drive my mother crazy. It's an agenda I approve of… but I don't want to talk about EJ."

With that, they settled down for the movie. Chad spread his long body out on the sectional, while Sonny sat in a nearby chair. Will sat on the edge of the sectional, facing Sonny. It was a little awkward, but soon they were all distracted by the movie. And the beer. Chad must have been tired to begin with, because by the time the credits rolled, he was asleep.

Sonny, on the other hand, was wide awake and helping Will clean up the dishes in the kitchen. Sonny was usually so talkative, but he didn't seem very happy. He seemed outright sad, and he was quiet.

"Is something wrong?" asked Will.

Sonny sighed and put some dishes in the dishwasher. He turned to Will. "Are you sleeping with EJ? Is that why he got you this place?"

Will's mouth dropped open. He hadn't realized how it would look, but now that he thought about it, it made sense that Sonny would figure out the score. Will thought of lying, but he was sick of lies.

"Yes," he replied simply.

Sonny nodded. "Do you think that's a good idea? There are a lot of stories about him. He's dangerous."

Will nodded. "He is that, but he'll get sick of me soon enough."

It occurred to Will that he had never actually admitted he was gay to Sonny, but it probably didn't matter. Will knew that Sonny had long ago realized the truth, possibly even before Will had.

Sonny came over and he gently put his hand over Will's. "Are you sure? Is he hurting you? I just…"

Will's heart constricted. It hadn't occurred to him that Sonny might worry about him or even might be hurt. "I'm fine," whispered Will, although he knew that Sonny knew that was a lie.

Could it be possible that Sonny cares for me?

Suddenly, Chad stirred on the couch, and Sonny removed his hand. The moment had passed. But several times before Chad and Sonny left, Will noticed Sonny looking at him with a great deal of sorrow in his eyes.

 
 
TO BE CONTINUED…
 
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