Story Orgy: Week 2

 Another week has gone by...where does the time go?  And, I have absolutely nothing to show for it.  C'est la vie...

Luckily, it's Monday...yes, I said it, it's Monday and that's a good thing in my book.  Monday means Story Orgy day and that is a whole heap of goodness right there!

So, here is this week's offering.  Please follow the links at the end to enjoy the five other smokin' hot members of the Orgy.  There is something bound to please everyone.

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This week's prompt:   The doorbell rings.  You open it and find two packages on the porch- one large and one small.

This week's image:

Special Delivery

“Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message service.  The number you are trying to reach is not available.  At the tone…”

Will hung up the phone before the recorded message could continue.  It’s not like he hadn’t heard that mechanical female voice twenty times in the past two hours.

Two fucking hours late.  And, who, in this day and age, was out of reach for that long?  Who, in 2011, couldn’t find some way to get in touch with their boyfriend to let them know they would be late for a date?  Two hours late!

Looking around the dining room just  made Will that much angrier.   He flopped down into a chair at the table, pouring the rest of the bottle of red wine into his glass.  Who cared?  This  was his fucking birthday, this was what he had wanted…a nice, quiet night in; a private celebration.  They were both so crazy busy with work and just never seemed to have enough time to spend together, it seemed like a perfect way to celebrate turning the big 3-0.

And, he couldn’t even manage that, could he?  Nice to know where you stood with someone.

One phone call…just one, was all it would have taken to smooth things over.   But, no…John couldn’t even manage to be that considerate.  Honestly, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Will…The honeymoon  was definitely over and things had been stale and stagnant for a while now.

They had both blamed it on being overworked; too tired to put in only the minimum of effort, but now Will had to wonder.  Was this is it?  Did middle age and settling down mean the spark naturally faded?

With a sad shake of his head and a heavy sigh, more than a little light-headed,  he leaned over the dining table to blow out the candles that lit the center of the table when the doorbell rang.

A  glance at the clock on the mantel was a quick reminder that it was too late for anyone just ‘stopping by’.    Grabbing his glass, his brows furrowed and a growl threatened to escape his throat as he turned toward the door.

“You had better have lost your keys and be ringing that doorbell with your cock,”  He grumbled,  to himself, taking a long, fortifying sip as he reached the door.  “Because your fingers have to be bro…” 

Will stopped dead, swinging the door wide as he eyed the delivery man standing on his threshold.  Oh, hell.   “Happy birthday to me…”  He muttered, eying the man up and down.  Jack finished off his glass of wine as he took in the sight, his mouth suddenly desert-dry.

He was a long, tall drink of khaki-clad water, meeting everyone of Will’s trigger points; those brawny steel-toed work boots, hard-toned thighs revealed beneath the tight cotton fabric covering them, lean waist, broad chest and shoulders, with just the right amount of dark chest hair peeking from the couple of buttons undone at his throat.  His name tag merely said, ‘Terry’.  Finally taking his eyes from the inviting v at his neck, Will was struck dumb by the quirk of full lips in the stubbled face, surrounded by hair that was a thick, luxurious black with grey at the temples and piercing green eyes that locked unwaveringly with his own, and Will could feel his face grow warm.

It has to be the wine.   He silently told himself, though the flush registered in more places than just his face.

“Delivery for…”  The man looked at his invoice before locking eyes with Will again and offering a knowing smile.  “Mr. Thompson?”

Hearing that, Will finally noticed the square, neatly wrapped package the man held in his hand, and something in Will just shifted.

Forget John. 

Clearing his throat, Will flashed a wide smile.  “That would be me.”  He reached for the gift, allowing his fingers to brush the inside of the delivery man’s wrist.

He lifted a brow inquisitively, as Will just continued to smile.

“Great.  So, I’ll need your signature here.”  He held his little clipboard to Jack, reaching for his breast pocket.  “Sorry, I forgot my pen in the truck, let me just…”

“Oh, don’t worry…Terry.”  Will quipped with a smirk, turning back into the living room, motioning him to follow after he had closed the door.  “No sense in you walking all the way out and back, when I have one right here.”

Terry smiled to himself as he trailed in Will’s wake.   The man was smaller than himself by a couple of inches, slighter in build with more of an athlete’s leanness.  Blond and blue-eyed, almost delicate in stature compared to Terry’s roughness, he couldn’t help but enjoy the view as they made their way past the dining room, into the adjoining kitchen.

“Now I understand.”  Terry offered out loud as Will absently tossed the gift on the counter and searched a drawer for the pen .

“Excuse me?”

Terry cleared his throat, realizing he had spoken aloud.   He gave a nod toward the dining room and the table set up for dinner.   “I just meant, I understand now why you were more than normally surprised to see a delivery man on your doorstep.  You were expecting someone…”

Will scoffed, finally holding a pen up in victory.  “Yeah, I had been ‘expecting’ someone for a few hours now.”  He replied sarcastically.

“Ouch.”  Terry cringed.  “The, umm…girlfriend?  Is that late, huh?”  He fished.

Will signed the paper, his anger rekindled after being reminded of being stood up on his birthday.  “That would be ‘boyfriend’, and yes, he’s that late.”  He wanted to say more, but held his tongue from letting the hurt speak for him.  He gave himself a mental shake, and smiled invitingly at the handsome delivery man standing in his kitchen.  “Awfully late for you to have to be out, so I won’t keep you.”  He said, handing the little clipboard over to Terry.

“It is late…”  Terry echoed for lack of anything else to say.

“I feel bad that you had to work late to deliver that.”  He indicated the package on the kitchen counter with a nod of his head before he started toward the door.  He had barely taken a step when a large, warm hand wrapped around his wrist, holding him gently in place.

“You were my last stop, so I’m free…”  Terry had stepped into Will, his front close enough to Will’s back that they could both feel the heat between them.  Close to Will’s ear he quietly added, “…for the night.”

The spell was cast.  The delicious brush of Terry’s warm breath against Will’s ear was so inviting that he let himself melt against Terry.  Nothing between them but the layers of their clothing, the wicked invitation was one neither could resist.

“Your boyfriend’s not here.”  Terry tempted, nuzzling the tender shell of Will’s ear.

“No,”  Will all but breathed, angling his head to allow Terry’s mouth to trace the curve of his jaw.  “He’s not here.”

Taking Will’s capitulation and running with it, Terry easily spun Will on his heel, crowding him against the kitchen wall.  Will gasped, loving the full frontal contact, their bodies fused from chest to toe.  Terry’s eyes were a stormy sea as he stared down into the beauty of Will’s face.

“Your boyfriend is such an ass.”  He whispered against Will’s mouth, licking his lips in anticipation.

Will weakly nodded, unable to look away from the full-on hunger etched in Terry’s face.  “He so is.”  Will was able to get out before the fullness of Terry’s lips claimed his own.

Oh, God…  They were as soft as they looked, and once Will gave in to the taste and he was lost.

Terry groaned, loving the feel of Will’s complete surrender, their bodies yearning, struggling against the other; hard flesh meeting eager, searching hands; lips and teeth and tongue fuel to an already raging inferno.

Grinding hips and clutching shoulders, arms; reaching round to grasp the firm, rounded ass, they were a heaving, gasping tangle.  Terry devoured Will, towering over him, kissing deeply, stroking and petting, clasping his head between his hands as he reveled in the taste and texture of Will’s mouth.

Thrusting urgently, Will ground his cock against Terry’s, eliciting a hungry moan and throaty laugh from the tall man.  Following Will’s open invitation, Terry forced his hand between their bodies, rubbing the long, hard length of Will’s cock with the heel of his hand.

Will closed his eyes, breaking the kiss as he let his head rest against the wall, thrusting into Terry’s eager hand with a moan.

“I love that sound.”  Terry whispered against the long column of Will’s exposed throat, licking and nipping at the pulse point thrumming at the base of his neck.  “Will you make it for me again?”  He prompted as he maneuvered the fly of Will’s pants open, finally pulling that heated flesh into his eager palm.

“Shit.”   Will hissed in pleasure, and managed to get Terry’s pants undone as well.

Will smiled when Terry froze the second his hand closed tightly around his swollen shaft.  Burying his face in Will’s neck, Terry struggled for control, loving the surprisingly strong grip.

It was Will’s turn to give a low laugh.  “You sound pretty good yourself.”  He stroked Terry’s length, pulling a moan from the man’s throat in response. 

Terry lifted his head,  his storm-green eyes locking with Will’s, the blue now dark as night.  He took in the sight of Will’s flush-stained cheeks and kiss-swollen lips as they parted invitingly.  “Damn, boy…”  He sighed, crushing his lips to Will’s with renewed intensity.

The room was filled with heavy breathing and stifled moans, their bodies and hands working against each other without restraint, the moment fueled by that kink of being strangers, lost in want and need- to come, to make the other come first, to somehow be the winner in a game that the spoils would go to both, no matter what.

Will grasped Terry tightly around the shoulders with his one free arm, his hand moving in time with Terry’s thrusting hips.  He felt the rising tide, the heat rolling off his body in waves as he stiffened in Terry’s arms, poised on that brink as he struggled to breathe.

“Let me see you…”   Terry growled, sensing the tension in the smaller man’s body, his fist tightening around the aching cock in his hand.

He let his thumb glide over the dewy slit, stroking down hard as he felt the length harden to steel before the first pulse of orgasm rode up the thick column and erupted in creamy ribbons against Terry’s hand.  "Beautiful..."

Will struggled to keep hold of Terry as he was lost himself to the pleasure, but somehow he still registered the wet heat on his fingers as Terry came loudly, collapsing against him.

Will was thankful for Terry’s weight, it held him up when his knees would have given way as they both struggled to catch their breath.

Time ticking by, the fervor of those moments slowly began to ebb, the delicious languor of after-glow filling in around the silence of the room.

Will felt Terry shaking against him and he rolled his head against the wall to crack an eye open to look down at the man buried in his neck.

Terry was laughing and Will was not immune to the contagion.

“Don’t laugh…I still think you’re an ass.”  Will teased, ruffling his thick hair.

“I wish you could have seen your face when you opened that door.”

Will couldn’t help but smile lazily.  “Can you blame me?  It’s not every night your boyfriend shows up in ‘disguise’.”

John laughed heartily at that.  “And, it’s not every night your boyfriend turns 30 and acts like a complete slut.”

Will pouted beautifully and John couldn’t help but kiss those sweet, full lips again.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

~END~

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