Disclaimer: I do not own Days of Our Lives and make no profit. If I owned it, it would have to air on Showtime.
A/N: This is a double drabble that takes place during my M-rated EJ/Will/Sonny story "A Moth to a Flame", which only has Will and Sonny's POVs. Here's EJ's thoughts.
The future Mayor of Salem had an afternoon planned with his intern, and in preparation he had bought a special bottle of Scotch and a brand new pair of handcuffs. Will's new apartment would ensure them privacy and comfort.
EJ smiled to himself. Will had taken to their arrangement more enthusiastically than he could have hoped. Truth be told, so had EJ. The little twink had a great deal of his mother in him, and EJ relished teaching him all sorts of dirty things, political and otherwise.
Just then, EJ spied Will across the square. He was smiling. Not with pain or mischief, but a real and innocent joy. He was talking to young Sonny Kiriakis, and Sonny touched Will's arm. The two laughed together like they were the only two people in the world.
EJ sighed, and he felt an uncharacteristic twinge of guilt. His slave boy was in love. EJ stared for a long time as the two young men talked. The energy between them made it clear that Will's feelings were not unrequited.
But EJ was of no mind to give up his new toy. Eventually, he'd send Will scurrying into his love's arms. But not yet.