Will Porter (will_porter) wrote,
Will Porter
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Flashback - February 2005 - Pt. 15 (last bit)


It was several hours later that Will finally returned home, a huge, satisfied smile pasted firmly in place. When he walked in the front door, he was enthusiastically greeted by Jake and Lani. That would mean that Talia wasn't home and had brought the boys in so they wouldn't stay in the yard and bark because no one was home.

"Talia?" he called up the stairs, then noticed a note on the hallway table. Still smiling, he picked it up and read it.

W-

I tried calling you but the bank phones default to the answering service and you have your cell phone off. I'm not sure when you're getting home, but you should get my voicemail when you check your phone. I had to head to Celia's. She's having a crisis and wanted a girl's night out. I made some pasta salad and there's some thawed chicken in the fridge if you wanted to fix that for your dinner. Hope you got to get in your work out and didn't have to waste your entire Saturday at work. I'll call you if I drink too much and need to stay over at Celia's.

Love,
T

P.S. Don't forget to walk the boys and give them their treats!


Will was positively beaming now at the news that he'd get to bask in his afterglow without having to worry about Talia suspecting anything. He'd showered at Peter's and had been prepared to let Talia think he'd simply done it at the gym, but with her gone, he was completely in the clear. The best news was that she would most likely be gone for the rest of the night because she always drank too much when she went out with Celia. He couldn't have asked for a more perfect set of circumstances.

Jake yipped at him and Will snapped out of his joyous reverie long enough to grab the boys' leashes and get them out the front door for their walk. As he walked the boys over to the dog park for their run, he couldn't stop thinking about Peter. He was pleasantly sore and blushed as he thought about the cause of it, the heat in his face matching the warmth that was starting to spread through him at the memory of the ways Peter had touched him and the ways he'd explored Peter in return. Leaning down, Will let the boys off their leashes and watched as they turned to run and play. Usually, he would run with them, but he wanted to lose himself in the emotional intensity of knowing that he had just come from making love for the very first time with someone he truly loved.

He sat down on a park bench, making sure to keep his eye on the boys as they chased one another and playfully fought. The image of Peter on his knees, his head between Will's legs, flashed through his mind, making him giggle softly to himself. If he wasn't careful, he was going to get aroused right there, but he couldn't help letting his thoughts wander back to the lazy afternoon he'd spent with his lover. His lover. The lover who had patiently and lovingly shown him everything he had wanted, the man who had made love to him as if he were the most precious person in the world to him, and, in a way, Will knew that's what he was to Peter. It had never been more clear to him than when Peter touched and kissed him with something approaching reverence that he had been waiting a long time for the opportunity to be with him. Even more special to him was the knowledge that he returned the love and desire with just as much fervor and urgency. That magical afternoon had eventually given way to early evening and hours of passionate lovemaking intertwined with gentle moments of tender caresses and whispered words of love. If not for the fear of spending too long away from the house, Will knew he would have ended up spending the night in Peter's bed.

The ring of his cell phone made him jump, but he answered it quickly.

"Did you make it home okay?"

Will smiled at the sound of Peter's voice. "I'm sorry. I forgot to call you."

"Should I be insulted that you just loved and left me?" Peter asked, but Will knew he was teasing.

"Oh, you definitely should," Will chuckled. "Actually, I had to walk the dogs. Talia was gone when I got back. She's most likely..."

When Will's voice trailed off and he was silent, Peter said, "Will? You there?"

"Um, yeah," Will said. "Listen, do you want to come over?"

"Are you serious?"

"I am. Talia's going to be gone all night. You could come over and we could pick up where we left off."

"Will, I don't know..."

"Come on," Will said softly. "You don't want me to be alone, do you?"

"Can't you just come back over here and let her think you had to work really late?" Peter asked, sounding a little hesitant.

"I could, but then I'd have to worry about rushing back for the boys." Will lowered his voice until it was almost a whisper. "But if you came here, I could concentrate all my attention on you."

"You are so fucking manipulative," Peter said, though his voice was filled with affection as he said it.

Will laughed softly. "And flexible. And thinking about you and getting really horny doing it."

"Wow, and here I thought you'd be regretting what we did." Peter sighed. "But what if Talia comes home?"

"She's going to call first," Will assured him. "If she comes home, you'll have plenty of time to leave."

"That sounds so dirty," Peter said, then laughed and added, "and right up my alley, I must admit."

"Perfect. Bring lots of lube and condoms. I'll get back to the house right now."

"Yes, sir," Peter said, laughing a little harder. "I think I've created a monster."

"You have and now you have to deal with the consequences while I suck your dick," Will whispered, not feeling the slightest bit self-conscious.

"Wow," Peter groaned softly, making Will smile brightly as he listened to him, "listen to the prude go," he teased. "Okay, I'm leaving right now."

"Perfect," Will said, excited. "See you soon." He paused, then added. "I love you, Pete."

"I love you, too, sweetheart," Peter said, sounding just as happy as Will felt.

~~~

A few weeks later this happened. And now you know...the rest of the story. ;)
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