Title again from the song, "Pillowtalk" by Zayn.
Will Horton couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned forever and ever. Every time he'd close his eyes he'd hear his daddy yelling or his mommy crying. It wouldn't go away no matter what he tried.
Will didn't like it when his parents fought and they fought all the time over Will. Most of the time, it ended with Will getting dropped off at Grandma Marlena's with a hasty explanation.
This time, they didn't even remember Will's backpack. Ms. Lang will get upset tomorrow when Will doesn't have his homework. He'll get lunch detention again.
Wiping the back of his hand across his leaking eyes, Will threw off his covers and hopped out of bed. As quietly as he could, Will tiptoed out of his room and down the hall. He stopped in front of a closed door with a picture of a baseball on it, Paul's room.
Will pushed the door open and walked inside. Paul was already in bed. But Will knew he couldn't have been asleep long since Paul got to stay up late. He was fourteen, practically a grown up. To an eight-year-old like Will, that seemed ancient.
Will grabbed the soft comforter on the bed and slipped inside. He tried not to make too much noise or wiggle too much. He didn't want Paul to get upset.
Will didn't like lying on his back, though. He couldn't fall asleep that way. Will flopped onto his stomach and closed his eyes. Only, now he was too cold. Will squirmed further down the bed so the comforter was covering everything but his head.
Finally comfortable, Will closed his eyes. Just like in his room, the scary voices came back. All Will could hear was yelling and screaming and crying and-
"What are you doing?" a sleepy voice asked.
"Paul," Will whimpered, getting sniffly. "I can't sleep. Everyone's yelling and I don't like it."
"Alright," Paul lifted his arm up, half-asleep. He waited for Will to burrow against his side, small head resting against his chest. "Just close your eyes."
"That's when the bad things happen," Will explained with a shake of his head.
"What bad things?" Paul blinked several times, starting to wake up.
"Mommy and Daddy get angry," Will revealed. "They fight and then they don't want me anymore."
"Why would you say that?" Paul questioned, rubbing up and down Will's arm.
"They get rid of me," Will said. "They get mad and fight about me and then I come here. And I'll get in trouble at school 'cause they didn't bring my stuff. And the other kids are mean to me. No one wants me around. I'm not good."
"Stop that," Paul ordered in a stern voice. "You are good. And I want you around. Your parents send you here because they don't want you to hear when they fight."
"But they always fight," Will said.
"I know, baby," Paul agreed. "But that's not your fault. Nothing is your fault. And those kids at school? They're idiots. They don't know anything."
"No?" Will whispered, clinging onto Paul.
"Hey, have I ever lied to you?" Paul asked. "Of course not. Now, why don't you close your eyes and think about something else."
"Like what?" Will wondered.
"I don't know," Paul shrugged. "Hum a song or something."
"Okay," Will said. He snapped his eyes shut, holding onto Paul as tight as he could.
Paul kept his eyes open, listening to Will's tiny voice start to hum a familiar tune.
"Do you know what that song's called?" Paul asked.
"No," Will answered. "I just hear Grandma play it a lot."
"It's called, 'I Will'," Paul explained with a small smile.
"Will?" Will gasped excitedly. "I have my own song?"
Paul chuckled and pulled Will closer.
"Sure, you have a song," Paul teased. "Maybe that's why Marlena plays it all the time.
"Yeah?" Will breathed, wriggling around happily.
"Yep, now close your eyes," Paul cleared his throat and started to sing. "Who knows how long I've loved you. You know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime, if you want me to, I will."
By the time Paul finished the song, Will was out like a light. His tiny chest rose up and down, breathing in time with Paul.
"Night, baby," Paul whispered as he kissed the top of Will's head and drifted off to sleep.
"I just feel bad, that's all," Paul Narita-Black said as his fingertips trailed up and down Will Horton's bareback. A stream of light trickled in through the floor-length windows. "I was with Sonny for a long time. The least I can do is end things properly."
"I understand," Will replied, lying on his stomach between Paul's legs on the couch. "You don't regret being with me, though, do you?"
"Do I regret cheating on Sonny?" Paul leaned the back of his head on the armrest of the couch. "I wish I would have waited. He didn't deserve that. But do I regret you? Never."
"Oh," Will chewed on his lower lip.
"I think the best thing to do is be upfront with him," Paul explained. "Tell him that I don't feel the same way about him anymore. I do love Sonny still. It's more like how I would feel about a friend, not a lover, though."
"You probably shouldn't mention me," Will suggested. "Just because he already hates me. This is going to suck for him. No need to make it worse by saying you're leaving him for me."
"Yeah, I guess," Paul agreed. "I pay for a lot of things for Sonny still. His apartment, his credit card, his phone. I don't even know what to do about that stuff."
Will, refraining from rolling his eyes, said, "I don't expect you to pay that stuff for me, just so you know."
"Okay," Paul nodded. "I don't want to leave Sonny unprepared. Maybe I'll pay everything for the rest of the year, just so he has time to get things settled."
"That's almost six months, Paul," Will pointed out. "Isn't that excessive?"
"He works part-time," Paul defended. "I feel bad about dropping him without any warning. I'm already breaking his heart. I don't need to send him to the poorhouse too."
"You're too nice," Will mumbled.
"It's just," Paul sighed. "I had all these plans with Sonny, all these promises I'm never going to fulfill. It was wrong for me to cheat, I know that. But at the same time," Paul splayed his hand across Will's lower back, "I can't imagine being with him anymore. I've wanted you for a lot longer than I care to admit. It always seemed like some sort of far-fetched fantasy, though. You were something I could fantasize about but I'd never have. And now I do have you and I don't want to let you go."
"That's how I feel, felt too," Will smiled softly. "You've always been my ideal, you know? Even when I was a child, I admired you so much. It took a long time but that admiration turned into attraction and here we are."
"When did you realize you wanted me for the first time?" Paul asked.
"I don't know," Will evaded, looking away from Paul's face.
"Come on," Paul goaded, hands rubbing up and down Will's sides. "Tell me."
Will shook his head. "It's embarrassing."
"I wanna know," Paul whined. "When was the first time you realized you were attracted to me?"
Paul's fingertips dipped into the waistband of Will's red briefs.
"Fine," Will sighed and lifted his head. He rested his arms on Paul's exposed chest, chin lying on his hands. "For a long time, I didn't even know I was into guys, let alone you. But thinking back on it, it was when you had your 16th birthday party at the lake."
"When you were ten?" Paul laughed.
"Hey," Will smacked Paul's chest. "No making fun or I'm not telling you."
"Sorry, baby, sorry," Paul licked his lips. "I'll be nice."
"I don't remember everything about that day," Will said. "But I do remember you and your friends on the baseball team were all shirtless and wet."
"I thought this story was about me," Paul frowned.
"It is," Will laughed. "Anyway, I was sitting on a blanket and you came over and dripped water all over me and dragged me into the lake. I just remember spending most of the day trying not to stare at you. And not understanding why I couldn't look away."
"Yeah?" Paul grinned, leaning back against the couch cushions with a smug smile.
"Yep," Will answered, pushing himself up. "I tried not to stare at your chest," Will's fingers spread over Paul's pecs, thumbs brushing his nipples. "And this part," Will moved his fingers to Paul's defined oblique muscles. Will ran his hands under Paul's hips, grabbing a handful of his ass, "Definitely noticed this, though."
"That so," Paul pushed back into Will's grip.
"Mmm hmm," Will smiled as he leaned down to kiss Paul. "Your turn."
"My turn for what?" Paul asked with his eyes closed.
"When did you notice me?" Will wondered, hands massaging Paul's ass. "When I took off all my clothes in your bathroom?" Will teased.
"No," Paul huffed, "But I wasn't ten either."
"I'd hope not," Will stuck his tongue out in disgust, "I was four then."
"You were cute then," Paul's hand reached out to tweak one of Will's ears.
"Stop that," Will moved his hands out from under Paul in punishment. "Now, tell me."
"Well," Paul mock pouted, missing Will's touch. "The first time I noticed you weren't my little baby Will with the cute ears and the big, sad eyes was when you were 15. I was in Salem for Christmas and we were decorating Marlena and Dad's tree. You were standing on a stool putting the decorations on the top of the tree. I turned around and this," Paul smacked Will's ass, "Was in my face."
Will laughed, head thrown back.
"That's when I noticed you weren't a baby anymore," Paul said. "But the first time I truly noticed you, that way you know, was when you kissed me. You were telling me this huge secret that I understood so well. You felt everything I ever felt. And then you were kissing me and I didn't know what to do."
Will rested his chin in his hands again, watching Paul intently.
"But after that, after I pushed you away?" Paul cupped the side of Will's face. "It was like I couldn't stop thinking about you. Every time we'd Skype or I'd get a message from you, I'd notice how grown up you were. And I still don't think a sixteen-year-old should have abs like that."
"I'm not sixteen anymore," Will slotted his hips against Paul's, sliding his arms around Paul's neck.
"Thank God for that," Paul rubbed himself against Will's groin, yanking him into a kiss.
"Mmm," Will sighed when Paul ran his tongue across the seam of Will's lips. Will's mouth fell open, hips grinding harder when Paul's tongue slid across his.
Paul grabbed the edge of Will's briefs and pulled them down just under the swell of Will's ass.
Will lifted his hips up, curving his spine and sticking his butt out. It gave Paul a perfect view of Will's pale perfectly shaped ass.
"God, I hate you," Paul groaned, gripping Will's side, and rolling his hips up.
"No, you don't," Will chuckled against Paul's mouth. "You love me and you love my body and what it can do to yours."
"Just what can this body do?" Paul asked as he spread his legs and lifted his knees.
"I guess you'll have to find out," Will kissed Paul again as his hand slipped between their hips. He grabbed Paul's hard cock through his boxers and squeezed.
Paul tightened his hold on Will's hips, "Baby," Paul praised. "You make me feel so good."
"Yeah?" Will whispered hotly against Paul's mouth, "How good?"
"Fuck," Paul's eyes rolled in the back of his head when Will shoved his hand inside Paul's boxers. "So, so good," Paul groaned.
Will circled his thumb over the head of Paul's cock, spreading his slick pre-come.
"You know what my favorite part about getting you off is?" Will asked, moving his hips to the side and rubbing himself against Paul's thigh. "You get this line on your forehead," Will explained. "And you bite your lip, your pupils get all wide," Will stroked Paul's cock, nice and firm. "And you look so, so sexy. Makes it so hard to resist."
"Good thing you don't have to," Paul said.
"Not anymore," Will quipped. "Now, you're all mine, right?"
"Uh huh," Paul nodded, eyes fluttering. "All yours."
"Good," Will let go of Paul. "Shh," he caressed Paul's thighs when he complained, "Just wanna suck you off."
Will crawled backward until he was eye level with Paul's groin. He peeled down Paul's boxers, leaving him exposed.
"Mmm," Will made a large show of admiring Paul's length. "Can't wait to taste you."
"Stop talking," Paul put his hand on the crown of Will's head, "And start sucking."
Will opened his mouth and guided Paul's cock inside, just the head at first. Will learned that he loved teasing Paul as much as he loved getting Paul off. He always got so demanding and rough with Will afterward.
"Come on," Paul wrapped his fingers through Will's hair. "Baby," Paul warned.
"Hmm?" Will lifted his head, a small string of saliva connecting his mouth to Paul's dick.
"Fucking hell," Paul pushed on Will's head. This was only the third day of their time together and Paul already knew Will liked it rough.
Will moaned in delight as Paul held him down, encouraging him to bob up and down.
"So, good, baby," Paul praised over the wet slurp of Will's mouth. "So good for me."
The two were so focused on their tasks; they didn't hear the beep of Paul's alarm code before the door opened.
Sonny Kiriakis was beyond fed up. Things in his life were, admittedly, not perfect before Will Horton waltzed in but they were fine. Sure, he and Paul were fighting more often than not. Maybe their relationship wasn't as fulfilling as it once was but it was okay.
Sonny knew one day he would get the perfect relationship of his dreams. Paul would come out and everyone would know they were together. Sonny could hold his hand or touch him in public, tell his friends he was spoken for, his family. And not just by anyone but by Paul Narita-Black.
And we could go anywhere or do anything we wanted, Sonny thought as he walked into the elevator of Paul's building. Travel the world, see everything.
Sonny was comfortable in his life. He had enough freedom to go on as many trips as he wanted. He'd explored almost all of Northern California now. He didn't worry about working that many hours or money since he knew Paul would take care of that. One day, Sonny wanted to establish a name for himself, start a business or a charity. Or, further into the future, have a family but not yet.
Those were all things Paul could make happen anyway. That Sonny and Paul could make happen together.
If only stupid Will would go back where he belongs, Sonny thought, jabbing the elevator button for Paul's floor over and over.
Sonny wasn't stupid and he wasn't blind. He could see that Will meant a lot to Paul. That their relationship went beyond just a simple attraction. They had a history. Sonny could appreciate that and he could appreciate how attractive Will was. He just didn't understand how Paul could want Will over him.
As far as Sonny knew, Will wasn't anything other than desperate. Paul always said that Will was a bright kid, intelligent. But Sonny didn't see it. All Sonny saw was a pretty face and body with nothing else going for him.
Will just wants Paul's dick. Once he realizes that isn't an option he'll move on to someone else. Will's just a skank anyway. Paul couldn't ever want something like that over me.
Ding
Sonny walked off the elevator and moved to the door to Paul's condo. Despite the rules Paul set forth, Sonny was coming to visit twice in one week. Paul hadn't answered any of Sonny's texts or calls since the day before.
One way or another, Sonny was going to get answers and put a stop to whatever trick Will was trying to pull.
After punching in the code to the alarm, Sonny opened the door.
Sonny heard Will and Paul before he saw them. Heard the wet gurgling sounds and a familiar moan.
With a sense of dread, Sonny took a few steps into the condo. There they were, on the couch, for anyone to see them.
Will Horton, head buried in Paul's lap, underwear shoved under his exposed ass. Mouth slurping up and down, completely unaware of anything other than touching Sonny's boyfriend.
Paul, hands in Will's light hair, lifted his hips, grunting out low praises.
Sonny assessed the situation within a few seconds before shouting, "What the fuck?!"
Will paused, mouth still wrapped around Paul's length. He froze, not sure what to do.
"Fuck," Paul sat up, carefully dislodging Will, and yanking his boxers back up.
"Paul," Sonny sputtered, looking between Paul and Will. "What the-what is-what?"
"Sonny," Paul panicked. This was not how he wanted Sonny to find out. In fact, he wasn't sure he ever wanted Sonny to find out about him and Will. "Uh…"
Will wiped his hand over his mouth, discarding copious amounts of spit and pre-come. With a red face, Will pulled up his underwear and got off of Paul.
Sonny was so angry, so blinded by his hurt, and betrayal he focused on the cause of his rage.
"I fucking told you!" Sonny bellowed at Will. "I told you to keep your stupid, slutty hands off of him!"
Will jumped, pressing himself into the side of the couch. He understood Sonny's anger, knew he would be furious. But Will didn't anticipate the venom in Sonny's voice.
"I-," Will tried to defend.
"No, shut the fuck up," Sonny glared at Will's swollen, bee-stung lips.
"Sonny," Paul didn't know what to do, didn't know how to make this better.
Paul knew what he did to Sonny was awful. Knew he should have broken up with Sonny before starting anything with Will. Knew he should have resisted Will, should have stayed faithful to Sonny. But there was nothing he could do about that now. He made his choices and now he had to own up to them.
"Shut up!" Sonny spat at Paul. He rounded on Will again, "This is all your fault!"
"I-," Will didn't know what to say. Sonny was right, wasn't he? Will was the one to go after Paul, to push. Will took off his clothes, threw himself at Paul. He didn't care about anyone or anything but himself.
"God," Sonny ran his hands through his hair, pacing. "I can't believe this. I can't believe he would actually pick something like that," Sonny glared at Will, "Over me."
Will opened his mouth only to get cut off again.
"This has to be a joke," Sonny decided. "There's no way this is happening, not after anything. Not after everything I've put up with."
"Sonny," Paul stood up, recovering from his shock. He grabbed a pair of workout shorts he tossed on the floor earlier that morning and pulled them on. "Stop it. It's not him you're pissed at, it's me."
"No," Sonny argued. "Trust me; I'm plenty pissed at you. But him? Oh, no. I'm so far beyond pissed. What the hell does that stupid whore have that I don't?"
"Stop calling him that," Paul requested. "It isn't true, just stop it."
"Stop it?" Sonny glared in disbelief. "What, he can't handle the truth? He can't handle hearing about how he's nothing more than a worthless roll in the hay? He doesn't want to hear about how he's just like his stupid mother? Why should I stop? You sure as hell never stopped with him, did you?"
Will stood up as well. He could handle Sonny's anger with him. But he was not going to let Sonny bring his mother into this, again.
"Hey!" Will argued. "Stop talking about my mother like that."
"I don't want to hear you," Sonny warned. "And can you cover yourself up?"
Sonny looked over Will's almost naked form, arms crossed. His eyes lingered on the dark bite mark on his shoulder, the fingerprints on his hips. "Well, I guess now we all know I was right. You're just a pretty face and a hot body. Nothing more."
Will didn't like the look in Sonny's eyes. Usually, Will enjoyed it when someone admired him. He relished when someone got a certain glint in their eye while looking at him. Will loved it when Paul stared at him, worshiped him with his eyes.
But Sonny? Sonny wasn't admiring. He was leering. His look didn't make Will feel powerful, feel strong. The look in Sonny's eyes made Will feel cheap and used. It made Will feel like he was every terrible thing Sonny called him.
Will crossed his arms over his chest, wishing he wasn't so exposed.
"Will," Paul requested, "Go wait in my room."
"No," Will shook his head. He wasn't going to let Sonny scare him away. "I should be here."
"Please," Paul looked Will in the eyes. He hoped Will understood what he wanted. Paul knew this was going to be an ugly fight and he didn't want Will seeing it firsthand. People argued over Will his entire life, treated like he was expendable. Paul couldn't have Sonny bringing back those fears.
"Fine," Will relented, rushing away from the room. He planned to throw on some clothes and come back. He needed to make sure that Sonny wouldn't convince Paul every foul thought about Will was true.
"Wasn't that cute?" Sonny sneered as Will left. "He can get you off but he can't stand a few truths?"
"Stop it," Paul requested. "Insulting him isn't going to make you feel better."
"Yeah, I think it will," Sonny insisted, face morphing into something unrecognizable.
Paul looked at Sonny, looked at the mess he caused.
"I'm sorry," Paul whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't say that," Sonny hissed. "You aren't sorry at all, are you? You're only sorry you got caught."
"That's not true," Paul shook his head. "I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want you to find out this way."
"No?" Sonny chuckled. "You didn't plan for me to find him choking on your dick? How thoughtful of you."
"I'm sorry," Paul repeated. "I never meant to hurt you. It was wrong, everything I did was wrong. I should have, I should have told him no but I didn't. I didn't. So, if you want to take your anger out on someone take it out on me."
Sonny crossed his arms, jaw set. "How did he convince you? When? What did it take, huh?"
"That doesn't matter," Paul dismissed. Sonny didn't need to know the details. "It happened and, and I'm sorry I hurt you."
"Did you come onto him?" Sonny asked. "Did you make the first move?"
"Sonny," Paul sighed.
"Or did he come on to you?" Sonny continued. "Did you give in first? What was it? Did he kiss you again? Take off all his clothes? Climb in your bed, what?"
"You don't need to know," Paul argued.
"That wasn't the first time, was it?" Sonny realized with a shake of his head. "What I saw right here. He looked a little too comfortable working your dick."
"No," Paul admitted. "It wasn't the first time. I was going to tell you, I was. I just hadn't worked out how."
"How?" Sonny chuckled. "Right, you couldn't figure out how to tell me you slept with some stupid-,"
"Stop it," Paul insisted. "Stop calling him that. That isn't who he is."
"Were you ever going to tell me?" Sonny asked. "Or were you just going to keep him here as your little side piece?"
"I was going to tell you," Paul said, "When I broke up with you."
Sonny paused his pacing, laughing sadly.
"Broke up with me?" Sonny repeated, pinching the bridge of his nose. Throughout all this, Sonny didn't expect that. He thought Paul was playing around, needing to get Will out of his system. He didn't think Will was going to ruin everything.
"I-yeah," Paul swallowed. "We aren't happy anymore, Sonny. We haven't been for a long time. And you know that."
"No, I don't," Sonny argued.
"When was the last time we were happy? Happy like we were in the beginning?" Paul added. "I can't even remember."
"But Will makes you happy?" Sonny snarled, tears lining his eyes.
"I-yes," Paul admitted in a quiet tone. "He does."
"Because of the sex?" Sonny guessed.
"No," Paul shook his head. "That's not it. That isn't all of it, at least. What I feel for him goes beyond that."
"Right," Sonny laughed again, turning his back on Paul. "Sure, it has nothing to do with the way he looks or that he gives it up all the time?"
"That isn't it," Paul denied. "That isn't it at all."
Will, in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, stopped just outside the kitchen. He was close enough to hear Paul and Sonny but not so close that they could see him unless they looked over. Will wanted to rush in there, defend himself, defend Paul. But another part of him wanted to hear what Paul would say. Wanted to know if what they had was real or not.
"I've been with you for almost three years," Sonny said. "Three years and you're going to throw it all away for some abs and a nice ass."
"That isn't what defines him," Paul tried to keep his patience. He knew he deserved Sonny's anger. That Sonny deserved better. But he didn't want Sonny trashing Will that way.
"If I looked like that, like him," Sonny wondered. "Would you want me still?"
"That isn't why I did this," Paul said.
"God," Sonny covered his face with his hands. A few tears dribbled down his face. "How long have you felt like this? How long have you wanted him?"
"It's," Paul knew he shouldn't answer that. "It doesn't matter. It's not just sex. I care about him. I always have. It's just different now."
"Do you think anyone is going to believe that?" Sonny turned back to face Paul. "Do you think anyone in your family is going to believe you? They're all going to think you've been sleeping with him for years. That you were using him since he was a child."
"That isn't true," Paul sighed.
"How are they going to know? How do I know?" Sonny asked. "For all I know you've been fucking him since he was your baby," Sonny spat.
"You know that isn't true," Paul tightened his voice. "I'm not a saint but I'm not disgusting either. I didn't even notice him until he was sixteen."
"Sixteen?" Sonny shook his head. "So, two years ago, when we were dating. You've been fantasizing about him for two years. What is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry," Paul repeated. "I didn't want this to happen."
"No, maybe you didn't," Sonny said. "But Will did," Sonny glanced over toward the kitchen seeing the blonde. "You did! Wasn't this what you planned? Are you happy now?"
Will moved back to the front room, trying not to let Sonny get to him.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," Will said. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"Yes, you did," Sonny insisted. "You knew what would happen and you didn't care about anyone but yourself."
"That isn't true," Will denied. "I didn't realize-,"
"What?" Sonny shouted. "You didn't think anyone would get hurt? You thought I was just going to move out of your way and let you have him?"
"No," Will said. "I just-," Will looked at Paul.
"Don't look at him!" Sonny screamed. "He's not gonna help you! You did this to yourself. You decided to come here and do this."
"He invited me," Will said unnecessarily.
"Shut up!" Sonny ran his hands through his hair again. "God, what is wrong with you? Are you always this stupid?"
Will frowned, "I'm not stupid. I'm trying to be nice here."
"Stop it, Sonny," Paul ordered as he stepped closer to Will.
"What, are you gonna protect him now? Protect your sweet, innocent little baby?" Sonny mocked. "Did he need protecting when you fucked him? If he wants to act like a slut than he can own up to his actions. He should know all about it, right? Considering his mother."
"Shut up!" Will yelled as Paul stepped in front of him. "I'm not my mother."
"You sure about that?" Sonny asked, looking Will in the eyes.
"Knock it off, Sonny," Paul requested. "I'm the one that didn't say no. I wanted to sleep with him so I did. So, stop taking it out on him."
"No," Sonny said. "No, you don't get to tell me what to do."
"I'm sorry I hurt you," Paul said. "I am. But I'm not going to let you treat Will like that. What we did was wrong, we know that. You deserve to be angry with us. I get that, I do."
"That's not good enough," Sonny declared. "This has to be a joke. It can't be over, not like this. Not because of that," Sonny waved a dismissive hand in Will's direction. "This has to be a joke. You just want to sleep with him? I can work with that. He can be your plaything all you want. I don't care. I don't care as long as you're still with me."
"Excuse me?" Will asked, offended. "I am not-,"
"Sonny, you don't even know what you're saying anymore," Paul said. "That isn't going to happen. You and I are breaking up. I'm sorry it happened this way but it's done. We're done."
"What am I supposed to do?" Sonny questioned. "I-I rely on you for everything. You can't just leave me without any warning."
"I'm sorry," Paul stated. "I'm sorry. I'll make sure you have enough to get settled but we're no longer together."
Sonny closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths.
"You're going to regret this," Sonny warned. "I swear to god, you will."
Sonny turned on his heel and stormed out.
Will and Paul stayed still, staring at the closed door.
"I," Will shakily said. "I didn't mean to do that to him. I didn't."
"Will, don't listen to him," Paul sighed sadly. "This isn't all on you."
"But I didn't realize that would happen," Will mumbled.
"You didn't know," Paul responded.
Paul did love Sonny for a time. He was with him almost three years and despite his crush on Will, Paul loved Sonny. The past few months, the past year, though, things changed. Long before Will came to visit. Paul regretted hurting Sonny, he always would. But he wasn't going to let Will shoulder all the blame.
"He was right, though," Will said. "I didn't think about anyone but myself."
"You did," Paul argued, grabbing Will's hands. "You thought about me. You knew I wasn't happy. And you knew what you wanted and did all you could to get it."
"But I shouldn't have-" Will tried.
"Don't," Paul requested. "What we did, getting together when I was in a relationship, it was wrong. But the two of us, we're not wrong. We are so, so right."
"Are you sure?" Will whispered, biting his lip.
"I know," Paul said. "Sonny's pissed now but he'll calm down. I'll try to smooth things over, see if he can understand. And if he can't at least I tried. But I'm not giving you up."
"Okay," Will nodded. "Me either. I just got you. I'm not giving you back."
"Good," Paul pulled Will into a hug and kissed the top of his forehead. "Good."
Will sat in his seat inside AT&T Stadium behind home plate. This time, Will bundled up in a sweatshirt and a scarf. Paul insisted. Despite the scenery, despite the atmosphere, Will couldn't focus on the game.
Will couldn't get Sonny's reaction out of his head. Theoretically, Will knew Sonny would be collateral damage in his quest to get Paul. Knew that for Will to get what he wanted, Sonny needed to get pushed aside.
But I didn't think about what that meant, Will realized. I didn't think about what it would look like.
Sonny was so angry, so hurt. And it was because of me. It was my fault.
Will and Neil often joked about Will being a slut but it wasn't in a malicious way. Whenever Will would flirt with someone or sneak over to Neil's for a booty call, Neil would tease Will. It was all in good fun.
But Sonny thinks I'm a whore. He thinks I am a slut. Is he wrong? I didn't care at all that Paul was taken. I didn't care at all that he was dating someone. I only cared about getting what I wanted.
That's exactly what my mom did. She'd ruin marriages, relationships and she didn't care either. My dad too, grandma, grandpa, everyone.
Does that make me bad? I've only been with Neil and Paul. And yeah, I sucked off Neil's friends but they knew that was just for fun. They didn't expect anything else. Does that make me a slut? Because I have fun? I've only been in love with Paul, though. He's the only one I've ever loved. That has to mean something.
Paul loves me too. He didn't sleep with me just for the hell of it. He doesn't think I'm a slut.
Will watched as Paul jogged off the field at the end of the inning.
Does he?
Will sat in the passenger seat of Paul's sports car on the way home. The two were quiet.
Ring Ring
Paul pushed a button on the steering wheel, answering his phone via Bluetooth.
"Hello?" Paul said.
"Son!" John greeted. "Great game tonight."
"Thanks, Dad," Paul smiled and shared a look with Will. "Will and I just left the stadium. He's listening in."
"Hi, Will!" John chimed.
"Hi," Will responded. Hearing someone sound so happy to hear from him elevated his mood.
"I'm glad you're both here," John said. "I had a great idea, Paul. What if we all came out to celebrate your birthday early, the whole family?"
"What, everyone?" Paul asked.
"Yeah, this weekend," John explained. "It's been at least two years since we were all together. And Will's already there. He can't be the only one to have some fun out there with you."
Will caught Paul's eye and covered his mouth to keep from laughing.
"No, I guess he can't," Paul smirked.
At a stop light, Paul reached over to grab Will's hand.
"I hope you're taking good care of Will," John said. "I know some pretty terrifying females that'll have your hide if you don't."
"Oh, trust me, Dad," Paul guaranteed. "I am making him more than happy."
Will bit the side of his sweater to keep from losing it.
"So," Will said as soon as they walked out of the parking garage at Paul's condo. "The whole family, huh?"
"I guess we'll see how good we are at keeping our hands to ourselves," Paul commented.
"Yeah," Will agreed. "It'll be interesting for sure."
The two stepped into the elevator and leaned against the back wall a few feet apart.
"It won't be that hard, I imagine," Will decided. "I mean, it's not like we touch that often."
"Of course not," Paul nodded. "We can control ourselves. Besides, it'll make it worth it when we do get to be together later on."
"Exactly," Will confirmed. "We'll be fine."
"Yep," Paul licked his lips.
The elevator door closed as Will and Paul looked at each other. Two beats later, they lunged for one another.
Paul slammed Will into the elevator wall, hands on his shoulders. Will dug his fingers into Paul's shirt collar, prying Paul's mouth open with his tongue.
With their tongues sliding together, Paul grabbed Will's ass with both hands, lifting him up into the air.
"Fuck," Will groaned as he wrapped his legs around Paul's waist.
Paul threw caution to the wind. He didn't worry about the elevator door opening or anyone finding them. All he cared about was touching Will, needing to be as close to Will as possible. It was a compulsion, almost out of his control.
Will clouded his head, made him forget his responsibilities and obligations. Will was dangerous in all the best ways.
"Paul," Will cried out. Will smacked his head into the back of the wall as Paul devoured his neck, littering him with bites and bruises.
"Want you," Paul whispered. "Want you right here, right now. Want to push up inside of you, want to fuck you open right here where anyone can find us."
Will whimpered, clutching the back of Paul's head.
"You like that?" Paul chuckled darkly. "Want that? Want everyone to see you squealing around my cock?"
Paul punctuated the question with a sharp roll of his hips.
Ding
The elevator doors opened on Paul's floor. The interruption didn't snap Paul out of his lust-fueled frenzy. Instead, it drove him even further.
Paul, holding Will in place around his waist, stumbled toward his front door. He kept his mouth occupied against the sensitive skin of Will's throat.
With one hand, Paul jammed in the code for his door and shouldered it open.
"Want you," Paul growled as the door slammed shut. "Want you wet and dripping 'round my cock."
Paul, straining under Will's weight, shoved him up against the door. He ripped open his belt and popped his top button, unzipping. He shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees and fisted his straining cock.
"Paul," Will breathed as he unbuttoned his own pants. He yanked them down past his ass, reminiscent of how Sonny found him that morning.
"Need lube," Paul realized with a grunt. He didn't want to move, didn't want to wait. He wanted to slide into Will's tight heat now.
Will licked his lips. "Pocket," he whispered, red flush sweeping down his cheeks to settle into his chest.
Paul ripped off Will's pants. He groped through Will's pockets and laughed in relief when he found a joint condom, lube packet.
"Fuck, I love you," Paul declared, throwing the pants and underwear over his shoulder. He wasted little time ripping the package open with his teeth.
"I like being prepared," Will bit his lip, looking surprisingly demure even with his cock straining against his orange Giants shirt.
"God," Paul pulled Will into a wet kiss. "You're so perfect. Know exactly what I want, what I need."
Paul kissed Will thoroughly until they were both breathless. At the same time, he unraveled the condom, rolling it over his hard cock. After, he drizzled the lube over his length. The excess he slathered over Will's entrance.
"Oh, fuck," Will's eyes rolled back into his head. "Paul," Will moaned as Paul slid his middle finger inside of Will.
"Feel good?" Paul asked against Will's lips. He made quick work of opening Will up, sliding another finger inside.
"Uh huh," Will's breath hitched, legs wrapping tighter around Paul's waist.
"Did you think about this?" Paul wondered. "Think about me opening you up?"
"All the time," Will revealed, voice breaking off when Paul inserted another finger. "Thought about you in so many ways."
"I'm gonna make all those fantasies come true," Paul promised. He stabbed his fingers inside Will, stretching him open. "But first," Paul carefully pulled his fingers out. He didn't want to hurt Will after all. "First, I'm gonna make one of mine come true."
Paul carried Will a few short steps to the floor-to-ceiling window. He shoved Will against the glass. The bright San Francisco skyline a backdrop as Paul lined up against Will and slid inside.
"Think anyone can see you?" Paul asked, rolling his hips.
"Hope so," Will moaned, lifting his hips up and down, goading Paul into moving.
"They'd have a nice view of your perfect ass," Paul lifted Will up and down in a steady rhythm.
"Ha," Will laughed, holding onto Paul's shoulders. "That's all they'd be able to see."
"Lucky," Paul groaned.
Paul and Will worked together. Will lifting up right when Paul would pull back. The element of danger, of potential discovery, got them that much closer to the edge.
"Take such good care of me," Will whispered against Paul's ear. "Make me feel so sexy, so perfect."
"Yeah?" Paul's hips faltered momentarily.
"Uh huh," Will panted. "Fuck me just right, fill me so good."
"Love you," Paul promised. "Love you. That's why you feel so good against me. That's why we're so good."
"Mmm," Will agreed. "Love you too. Now, less talky-talky more-ah!"
Paul angled his thrust just right, hitting Will in time to cut off his complaints.
"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes," Will chanted. "Paul!"
"Gonna get you off, right here in front of this window," Paul guaranteed. "Should I turn you around, hmm? Let you spray all over the window."
Paul motioned to move Will when Will's knees clamped tight on his waist. He didn't want Paul to move, wanted to get off just like this.
"Baby," Paul teased. He leaned his forehead against the glass, next to Will's head, focusing.
Will let go of Paul's shoulders to grab his own dick. "Keep talking," Will requested, jerking himself off.
"Thought you wanted less talky-talky?" Paul asked with a smirk. "Or do you wanna know that you feel so warm and hot around me? That I love those tiny little whines you make every time I touch you right here?" Paul thrust his hips up again. "That when everyone comes to visit all I'm gonna be thinking about is touching you? Slipping inside of you, worshiping you, sliding onto my knees and seeing how wide I can stretch my jaw?"
Will threw his head back, crying out with his mouth open.
"That what you want to hear, baby?" Paul asked. "That I want to spend every day of the rest of my life making you happy?"
Paul speeded up his thrusts, moaning and panting like an animal as Will shouted and constricted around him.
Will vibrated and pulsed with Paul's thrust, legs losing their grip.
Paul planted one hand against the glass, screaming Will's name.
"Oh, fuck," Paul collapsed backward. He and Will tumbled to the floor in a sweat-soaked, sticky mess.
"God," Will laughed in delight. He wiped his come-covered hand against his shirt. "That was intense."
"I can't feel my legs," Paul agreed, pulling Will closer against him.
The two lied on the floor, recovering.
"Did you mean all that?" Will asked once he caught his breath. "About wanting to make me happy?"
"Yes," Paul said right away. "I've wanted you happy all your life. And now? Now, I want to be the one to make you happy. I love you, Will. And nothing Sonny or anyone else says is going to change that."
"I love you too," Will smiled. "And you don't care if I'm slutty?"
"You're not slutty," Paul rolled his eyes. "That is a societal misnomer. Were you completely innocent going after me when I was with Sonny? No, of course not. Does that make you a slut? No."
"But what about Neil's friends?" Will questioned.
"So, you sucked some cock?" Paul shrugged. "I don't care. I'm sure they definitely didn't care. You shouldn't care either. As long as you're being safe and it's consensual, you can sleep with as many people as you want."
"I can, huh?" Will lifted his brows and smiled.
"Not now," Paul wrapped his arms around Will and pulled Will on top of him.
"Not now?" Will repeated. "So, I can't go out and sleep with anyone else?"
"You could," Paul eyed Will. "But I think I'll keep you preoccupied."
"Oh," Will chuckled. "You gonna keep me satisfied?"
"You know it," Paul guaranteed. "Even when you're in school, I'm gonna keep you so happy you'll never need anyone else."
"I don't. I won't," Will rested his head on Paul's chest. "For the record, you've always been what I've wanted. Just you."
"Good," Paul smiled before glancing at the window. His condo was so high up. He knew no one could have seen them unless they were on top of a neighboring building and used a telescope. "Maid comes in tomorrow. She's gonna have quite the story to tell cleaning up that."
Will looked over his shoulder and laughed at the obvious imprint of his ass on the glass.
"You should take a picture," Will suggested.
"Oh, trust me," Paul grabbed a handful of Will's backend. "That is an image I'll never forget."
Paul frowned down at Will's angelic, sleeping face. His cheeks glistened with leftover tears.
Why won't they just get him the kitten? Paul wondered as he tucked the covers up around Will's neck. It's not like he's asking for much. It's just a kitten.
Paul closed the door to Will's room and walked down the hall. Sami's apartment wasn't big but it was comfortable. Pictures of Will covered the walls. Toys were scattered everywhere.
Flopping on the couch, Paul winced when he landed on a Power Rangers figure. Tossing it to the side, Paul leaned his head back and sighed.
Paul knew Sami and Lucas loved Will. Everyone knew that. He just wished they tried harder with him. Wished they would snap out of their egos and realize how badly their actions were hurting Will.
Why can't Will have the kitten?
Paul remembered last week when Will told him about the neighbor's cat having kittens. Will was so excited. His tiny voice squeaking and creaking as Will explained how cute his kitty was.
("She's white with black polka dots, Paul! She has a pink nose with a black splotch and I love her. I'm gonna call her Dot 'cause she's got so many! She's gonna sleep in my bed and be my best friend forever!")
Paul hadn't seen Will that excited for a long time. Considering Will spent the past few weekends at Paul's house, crawling into Paul's bed begging for Paul to sing him his song so he could get to sleep, Paul was looking forward to the kitten. He thought Will would have something to cheer him, something to keep him company when Sami or Lucas went on one of their tirades.
He even picked out a name. Paul rubbed the palms of his hands against his eyes. Why would they let Will get so attached, get his hopes up to crush him again?
Not anymore, Paul decided as he stood up and headed for the door. Will doesn't deserve this. He deserves so much better.
Thinking back on those sad, doe eyes, Paul knew he had to make everything better. He couldn't stand it when Will was upset. Even when Will was an infant, Paul did everything he could to cheer him up. He couldn't bear listening to Will's cries.
I'm gonna make him happy now. No matter what Sami or Lucas want.
Will dragged his feet down the hallway, rubbing his fists against his eyes. His eyes were swollen and hurt from crying too much.
Maybe Paul will let me have ice cream for dinner if I ask, Will sniffed. That would make me feel better.
"Paul?" Will called as he walked down the hall. "Can I have ice cream?"
"No," Paul laughed. "Come here, little baby. I have a surprise for you."
"What?" Will asked as he turned the corner and gasped.
"Come on," Paul gestured Will over to the floor. A black and white kitten with a splotchy nose pounced all over Paul's lap. "I have someone that misses you."
Will ran to sit next to Paul and reached out to grab the kitten. Will held her against his chest, "My Dot!"
"Yep," Paul nodded. "I figured the two of us could share her. You could see her every time you spend the night. And maybe you could take her home some nights too."
"Joint-custody," Will said knowledgably. "That's what Mommy calls it."
"Right," Paul agreed, sad that Will knew what that was. "Did this cheer you up, baby?"
Will was too busy giggling as Dot burrowed under his tee-shirt. Her tiny paws tickling Will's belly.
Will didn't need to answer. Paul already knew. Will's laugh, his smile, meant more to Paul than anything else.
Author's note:
This sequel is going to be longer than the first installment. Let me know what you thought, please.
Thank you for reading!