Part 9
Wil rolled onto his back, pulling Paul into his embrace. Paul lay on his stomach, his chin resting against Wil's chest, looking up at him. Wil smiled, one hand wrapped around Paul's waist and the other gently stroking his hair.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For loving me."
Paul felt his heart literally beat out of his chest at those words. He smiled.
"I can't imagine not loving you. How could I not?"
The smile on Wil's face grew even more and his hand cupped the back of Paul's head, pulling him down so that their lips met. Paul groaned, just the brief contact with Wil enough to make him start to grow hard again, and it was obviously enough for Wil too as he could feel Wil's hardening erection pressing against his thigh.
They eventually pulled their mouths apart and looked down at each other. Paul sighed.
"It's too hot in here."
"Hmm tell me about it."
Paul smiled.
"I think we need to cool off."
Wil groaned in frustration when Paul pulled away from him, sliding off the bed and getting to his feet. He pulled on his shorts and looked back at Wil.
"Come on, let's go down the beach."
"How about instead you bring your cute arse back into this bed."
Paul smirked and grabbed the sheet, pulling it off the bed and leaving Wil lying there completely uncovered. Suddenly Paul wondered whether stealing the sheet was such a smart idea. His eyes ran hungrily over Wil's naked body, his erection hard and begging for attention.
"Nope I'm going to the beach."
Paul's words were saying he was going, but his eyes were still fixed on Wil's naked form. Wil smirked, running his own hand down his body and grasping his own cock, stroking himself gently.
"You're an evil man Anderson."
"Yeah but it's fun."
Paul crawled back onto the bed, his hand resting on top of Wil's and joining in his movements. They both removed their hands and Paul smiled before lowering his head and taking Wil's cock into his mouth.
"Jesus!"
Wil cried out as Paul went to work on him, sucking furiously with his mouth as his hand wrapped around the base of Wil's shaft. Wil bucked his hips off the bed, groaning and sliding his hand through Paul's hair, urging him on. He was nearing release and he let out a cry of frustration when Paul pulled away.
"Paul.."
Wil could only pant Paul's name; his breathing still heavy as the throbbing mixture of pleasure and pain between his legs had reached an unbearable level. Paul smirked.
"But I'm more evil. And I'm still heading down the beach."
Paul smirked again and then headed out of the room. Wil watched after him in frustration, knowing he'd get his revenge somehow. But right now he had something else to take care of. He reached down and gripped himself once more, a few hard quick strokes taking him over the edge.
When he'd recovered he slid off the bed, heading into the bathroom to take a cold shower and think about how he was going to get Paul back, and just how much fun it was going to be.
part 10