Neil sat in the booth and watched as Will moved around the dance floor, grinding with anyone who got close enough. Being the amazing friend that he was, when any of them would get particularly handsy he would do his due diligence and get up and go dance with Will himself, moving him away, guiding him back to the table. The trouble was that boy was just plain stubborn. He would order a couple drinks, toss them back and be back out on the dance floor before Neil could even finish a beer.

Truth be told he was worried about Will. He hadn't been the same for weeks, not that he knew him all that well, sure they had hung out a few times when Will was first coming out, but Will had gotten together with Sonny and he himself had left town, pursuing his career and a hot model named Marcos. But when that had fizzled out he had came back home. He had seen Will around a few times with Paul, he had even met Paul on a couple of occasions. They made plans to hang out but it never really happened, Will and Paul only had eyes, and time for one another. It was just as well all that lovey dovey, eye fucking thing they were always doing was sickening anyway… But then all the sudden, it seemed like the blink of an eye, Paul was gone and Will was back with Sonny. It didn't make sense to Neil, he had never seen whatever it was that Will saw in Sonny. Sonny had always come across as a whiny ass mama's boy, who treated Will like a possession to him.

Now Will had all the time in the world to hang out since he was with Sonny, and Sonny was always gone here or there on some business trip, or spending all day and half the night at the office, scheming ways to one up Brady, according to Will. But well, Will was different, more… depressed, and morose about life.

He shook his head, realizing that he had gotten distracted in his thoughts and forgot to watch out for Will, and sure enough there was another guy practically dry humping him on the dance floor. Neil grumbled, but got up and made his way over, easily turning Will around and pulling him into his arms. Having had a lot of practice at this in the last couple weeks, Neil expertly moved him around the dance floor until they were near their booth.

"Come on Hotstuff, time to cool your jets for a minute." he said pushing Will down on the seat opposite of his and dropping into the booth himself. You ready to go yet?"

"Go where?" Will asked, picking up his glass and frowning because it was empty.

"Home." Neil said. "It's late and Sonny is already gonna be pissed."

Will shook his head, "Well, that's his problem… the only place I am ready to go is to the bar to get another drink." Will said, getting up decisively. He started to move but swayed a little on his feet and sat back down.

"Here." Will said presenting him with his glass, "You go get me another drink…" he said batting his eyes innocently at his friend.

"Another drink is the last thing you need right now." Neil said. "You're toasted as it is."

"I am not." Will said indignantly, refusing to admit that even to his own ears his words had a definite slur.

"Why, don't you want to go home?" Neil asked, "You can talk to me you know." He and Will had been having this same conversation for weeks. Whatever was going on Will wasn't ready to part with his secret just yet.

"Go get me another drink and I will." Will bargained.

Neil sighed and got up. "Don't move, I will be right back." He said. "I mean it." he added when he saw Will eye the dance floor.

He went to the bar and asked for another Whiskey, while he waited he looked back at the table and saw Will talking to yet another random guy that he didn't really recognize. Will was openly flirting with him and the guy looked all too happy to oblige Will in whatever he was asking or knowing Will, especially lately…. Whatever he was offering.

"Here ya go buddy." the bartender said, putting the glass in front of him, Neil jerked the glass up and hightailed it back to the table.

Once he stopped at the table he gave the newcomer the evil eye. "Get lost." he said. "He's with me."

"My bad." the guy said as he sauntered off.

"Will, what the hell." Neil said. "What is going on with you? Are you deliberately trying to piss Sonny off, You never want to go home, you are obsessively flirting with random strangers and if I wasn't always around you wouldn't be able to keep it in your pants. What gives?"

"You worry too much, anyone ever tell you that? And who cares if Sonny is pissed, my life fucking sucks either way." Will said taking the glass and throwing back the amber liquid wincing as it burned all the way down.

"You do know that's not water right?" Neil teased. "Now tell me why exactly does your life suck so bad?"

"UGH… I don't want to talk about it. You wouldn't understand." Will said. "I need another drink…" he said when he turned up the glass and found it empty.

"No more drinks for you, you are officially cut off." Neil said adamantly.

"Fine." Will said, "No reason for me to stay here then, I am leaving." He got up and stumbled off.

Neil growled in frustration and got up to follow. He dropped a few bills on the table and followed Will to the door.

They were just about out the door when Will tripped over his own feet and tumbled to the ground hitting his head on the stair post on the way down… "Owww Fuck." Will cursed, "Who fucking put that there, that fucking shit hurt." he said as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Come on Will." Neil said, pulling Will to his feet. He rubbed his hand over the back of Will's head, There was a knot forming already.

"What the hell man, that hurts." Will said jerking away from him.

"Come on then, up with you." He said, "I am taking you to the hospital to get checked out, you may have a concussion."

"I do not have a confession." Will said, letting Neil pull him to his feet. He stumbled forward, leaning all of his weight on the other man.

"Not a confession Will, a concussion." Neil said exasperated, grunting under Will's weight. He held him steady. "Can you walk?" he asked.

"Yeah that's what I said, a concoction." Will said. "I don't have one, I am fine." he swatted at Neil's hands. "Of course I can walk, I got two legs don't I?" he said, even though everytime Neil let him go, he stumbled and swayed.

Neil shook his head, "You are ridiculous is what you are." he said, "Come on… no arguments."

Neil managed to get WIll to the car and drive him to the hospital. He pulled under the breezeway and helped Will inside.

"May I help you?" A rather stern looking woman asked when Will flopped down in the chair in front of her desk grinning profusely.

"My friend here thinks that I have a con… con…. Convention." Will said proudly popping out the big word.

"He hit his head, I am worried that he may have a concussion." Neil said. "Sorry he is a little out of it."

"Yes, I should say, he smells like he took a bath in a vat of Whiskey." She said disapprovingly. "You will need to fill out these forms before he can be seen."

"Okay." Neil said, "Let me just go move my car."

A nurse came out of the back with a wheelchair. "Let's get you to the back." she said. "Come on in ya go." She maneuvered Will into the chair and wheeled him to the back.

"I am sorry we are extremely busy tonight, I am going to put you in the small room back here and when we have a bigger room, I will move you alright." She prattled on.

Will ignored her. He closed his eyes against a wave of nausea that washed over him when the antiseptic smell of the hospital hit him. "Ugh." he groaned.

"We will get the doctor in to see you as soon as possible." She promised as she helped him onto the exam table, popped a hospital bracelet on his arm, "He will get you something for nausea." she said and then scurried out with the wheelchair.

Will sat on the table becoming increasingly bored. He picked at the band on his wrist, looked around, wondered what was taking Neil so long, he wanted water… he wanted to get up and explore the room, or go find Neil, or something. but he was simultaneously scared that he could not stand on his own. He was well aware that he was going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning. But hey, at least he wasn't at home, not yet anyway.

The doctor walked in looking at his chart. "Mr Horton, what can we do for…. Will?" He said when he finally looked up.

"Oh Great." Will groaned, "This is just great…. Exactly what I need."

"What happened WIll." Brian asked, ignoring Will's attitude. "It says here you came in for a bump on the head." Just because he and Will had had their differences, didn't mean he couldn't be his emergency room doctor, besides that felt like a lifetime ago now.

"Nothing happened, I am fine." Will lied. "Just fine…" he said trying to get up. The more he moved, the dizzier he felt.

Brian put the chart down. "Will, I am serious head injuries are dangerous." he stopped and looked him him, "Have you been drinking?" he asked narrowing his eyes.

Will gave up trying to get off the table and nodded like petulant child. "Yeah, and I fell downnnnn." Will exaggerated the words. "No biggie, happens all the time, I don't know why I'm heeere, I shouldn't be heeere." he slurred.

"I think you need to let me be the judge of that." Brian said, "You have a little bit of slurred speech going on. We need to see if it has an underlying reason, or if it is just a by product of your drinking. First things first, here." he said reaching in a drawer and pulling out a breathing apparatus. "Blow into this for me." He said.

Will's eyes twinkled mischievously. "You want me to blow?" he teased.

Brian placed the mouthpiece against his lips, doing his best to ignore how hot Will was. "Come on, It's harmless, I just need to find out what your blood alcohol level is."

Will rolled his eyes, "That's no fun." he mumbled, but dutifully blew into the machine.

Brian looked at the reading, .14. "Will you are almost at almost double the legal limit, what the hell were you doing?"

Will shrugged indifferently. "I wasn't diving…. I mean driving." he said.

Brian snickered, "Thank god for small favors." He said, "But seriously why are you drinking so much?" he asked, giving Will a small glass of water. "Drink this." he instructed.

Will drank the water in one gulp. "It doesn't matter, it doesn't work anyway." Will said, holding the cup out for more.

"What doesn't work?" Brian asked curiously. Refilling the glass from the water pitcher.

"The Whiskey, it is supposed to drown out the memories…. But it was all a fucking lie." Will snapped.

"Memories of…." Brian probed.

"Paul." Will said, "I miss him so damn much."

"Ahhh…" Brian said. "I thought I had heard somewhere that you are back with Sonny."

"Yeah? So?" Will asked.

"Just curious why you would need to drown the memory of Paul with enough alcohol to put an elephant on its ass, now that you have your precious Sonny back." Brian pointed out.

Will scoffed, "Come on Brian, you were with Sonny once, you know that it isn't all that it is cracked up to be."

"So why stay with him then?" Brian asked, "And for the record, I was never "With" Sonny, he was always hung up on you." he said making air quotations for emphasis.

Will giggled. "Well you don't know it my friend, But I did you a favor, you didn't miss much." he said.

"I didn't huh?" Brian asked as Will lost his balance and tipped forward nearly falling off of the exam table.

"Whoa…" Brian said grabbing him to hold him steady.

Will's hands went to Brian's biceps, and his eyes met Brian's.

"Hmmmmm" he hummed appreciatively deep in the back of his throat, squeezing his muscles. "Nope you didn't miss a thing. But I think maybe I did." he said, sliding his hands down Brian's lab coat covered arms to his forearms. He lifted one hand from his wrist and laid it against his chest, his fingers fiddled with the buttons there.

Brian's hand covered Will's. "Will, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice sounding like it belonged to someone else.

"I dunno." Will answered honestly. He flipped a few buttons free and slid his hand inside Brian's shirt. He found his nipple and brushed across it with his nails. "Should I stop?" Will asked coyly holding Brian's gaze. Enjoying the way his breathing hitched in his throat.

Brian closed his eyes and worked feverishly to gather the strength to push Will's hand away, to form those three little letters, to tell him to stop. For some unknown reason it would not come. Brian looked around the room, by some miracle they were in the only exam room in the Emergency department that had a lock on the door. This room had once been the entire emergency rooms med locker. They had recently moved the medications to central pharmacy and converted this room to an overflow exam room.

Brian peeled Will's hand from his chest and backed away, blindly groping behind him, looking for the door knob.

The look on Will's ridiculously cute face turned from coy to disappointed and he actually stuck his bottom lip out, pouting very prettily.

Brian grinned. "Awwe don't do that." he whispered. "No pouting allowed." Finally he gripped the door knob and flicked the lock into place.

He walked back toward Will, ignoring the nagging little voice in the back of his mind telling him how morally repugnant this was, reminding him that not only was it unethical but it was also completely disgusting considering the amount of alcohol in Will's system. But he just could not bring himself to care. Secretly, he had always wondered what it would be like to be with Will, had always found him attractive as hell, he had just always refused to get involved with a baby gay, they were generally too much drama, and he didn't have time for drama.

Will's eyes grew large as Brian advanced on him. He knew that he should stop this insanity, he should say no… he should go home…. Because contrary to what Neil thought, he hadn't cheated on Sonny….. Not this time, not with anyone, no matter how badly he had wanted to…. But dammit, he just needed to feel something, to feel alive again. He hadn't felt that since Paul had left. He was so tired of feeling dead inside.

"I need you to be sure." Brian said when he stopped in front of Will.

Will reached out and grabbed the lapel of his jacket and tugged him close. Their lips met, the kiss animalistic, all teeth and tongues. Will shoved his lab coat from his shoulders and it hit the floor with a thud. His prescription pad and pager bouncing out of the pocket. Will made quick work of the rest of the buttons on his shirt and it fell to the floor joining the lab coat in the pile.

Will attached his lips to Brian's chest. Hip tongue teasing one nipple and then the other, While his legs went around him and pulled Brian in even closer.

Brian's hand slid into Will's hair jerking his head up, attacking his mouth and kissing him until they were both breathless and rubbing against each other.

Will broke free and ripped his own shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor, as Brian's hands went to the button on his jeans.

"Jesus Will, Did someone pour you into these jeans or what?" Brian asked as he struggled to get the button opened and the zipper lowered.

Will grinned and shrugged, "Maybe." he said.

Brian reached into his underwear and pulled his cock free. He did not waste any time, taking Will into his mouth. Brian rolled his tongue around the head and teased the slit numerous times before taking him to the back of his throat.

"Oh Fuck." Will gasped, leaning back on his hands, watching Brian swallow his length again and again. His whole body practically vibrating with pleasure.

Brian's hand went to his balls cradling them in one hand, gently squeezing them until Will's hips rose up off of the exam table.

"Brian…. Not…. Oh… god…" Will panted. "Gonna cum, don't stop…. Don't you dare fucking stop." He ordered. He put one hand on the back of Brian's head forcing him farther down, forcing him to take more.

Will sank his teeth into the heel of his other hand to keep himself from screaming out his release for the whole hospital to hear. Hot jets of semen hit the back of Brian's throat and Will felt him swallow repeatedly around him.

Finally spent, Will released Brian's head and Brian stood upright, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Well that was…."

"Hot as fucking hell." Will finished for him, "Now get over here so I can repay the favor." he said pulling Brian toward him.

Brian backed away, having recovered some of his common sense. "No that's okay." he said. "I totally should not have done that, you are drunk, you are my patient, you came here for medical treatment….. Not to be ummm attacked. He said picking up his shirt. He slid it on and buttoned it quickly and then picked up his lab coat, he grabbed the contents of his pockets scattered across the floor and shoved them into various pockets.

"But…. but… you're.." Will said reaching down and stroking Brian through his pants. "Let me help you with this." he said.

Brian grabbed Will's hand and pulled it away, "I tell you what," Brian said looking at his watch. It was a little after 3am. "I get off at 7am and you need to sleep it off. Go home, or take a nap here in the doctor's lounge and sober up. Then if you are still interested, when I get off then I will take you to my place and you can help me all you want?" he looked Will in the eye. "Deal?" he asked.

Will grinned mischievously. "You're on." Will said. "You can go tell Neil that I fell asleep and you are letting me rest, tell him to go home.

Five hours later, Brian walked into the doctors lounge and Will was snuggled down in the couch, covered with a blanket, looking every bit like an innocent child. Though anyone who had witnessed their last meeting would call him anything but….

Brian had a literal war waging in his brain. He should call Sonny tell him where to pick Will up and wash his hands of his whole mess. This was likely going to be more drama than he ever wanted to have in his life….

That's what he should do…. But that wasn't what he was going to do…