Starts off WilSon but, trust me, it's not WilSon friendly and definitely not Sonny friendly. If that's an issue, please don't read or complain about it.

May 2019

The only peace Will Horton found in his morning routine was when he sat on the toilet, sadly. Every other second he spent running around his two-bedroom apartment like a chicken with his head cut off. Every morning no matter what he did to make his life easier.

Will's alarm went off at 5 in the morning. Although, usually, he'd been awake for at least a half hour at that point. For whatever reason, his brain would wake him early, every day, without fail.

After 30 minutes of struggling to go back to sleep, Will would jump out of bed at the grating sound of his alarm. He'd use the bathroom and splash some water on his face before putting on a pair of well-used running shoes. Will wished he had time for a long, strenuous workout but he could only fit in a 30-minute run, if he was lucky.

By the time he would finish (worrying about whether his cheap, generic Apple watch was working and over thinking everything in the world), Will jumped into the shower. He couldn't take as long as he wanted, could barely enjoy the warm water cascading over him because he had too much to do. Some days he would need to shave which added precious time to his routine too.

After showering, Will would go on the small patio he had and water the plants. He had a small herb garden growing and Ari had her own selection of colorful wildflowers. Flowers she just had to have but never watered herself. And if Will didn't water them now, he'd never get the opportunity.

After watering, Will would tidy up the place while his Keurig went to work. Despite Ari always cleaning up her toys before bed, things would end up everywhere. Magazines and newspapers all over the coffee table and couch even though Will bought a special basket for them so he wouldn't have to do things like this anymore. Remotes for the smart TV, the blue ray player, the Xbox, the stereo, whatever, spread out. Plates and cups and mugs and beer bottles and books about resume building and succeeding in business and, today, of all things, an empty cupcake wrapper and a trail of crumbs.

Will didn't have time for this and he was going to kill Sonny Kiriakis one of these days. Not today, no, today Will had too much to do.

Will put everything back in its place and tossed all the dishes and cups in the sink

(how were there two pans covered in food gunk when he did the dishes the night before?)

Will filled the sink with soapy water and tried not to react. He was working on patience. He was. Sonny was going through a rough time. Will could handle this.

He could.

He didn't have a choice

Glancing at the clock, Will rushed out of the kitchen and took a sharp turn to Ari's room. He knocked before going inside.

Even after months with his memories back, Will's heart still skipped a beat when he saw Ari. Hair in a rat's nest, covers kicked to the floor, and lying diagonally on the bed, his daughter was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Now, she needed to get her ass up.

"Come on, kiddo. Wake up," Will urged, rubbing her back and sitting beside her on the bed.

Ari grumbled into her pillow, kicking Will in the thigh.

"Nope, no arguing. We need to get to the bus stop in twenty minutes. You've got two more minutes or I'm picking out your clothes."

Ari flopped over on her other side, ignoring Will.

He rolled his eyes. Another fantastic part of his morning routine. Arguing with an almost 6-year-old, wonderful.

Will rummaged through Ari's closet, grabbing a dress and a pair of undershorts, as well as getting some character panties out of a drawer. He tossed them on the bed before going into the en-suite bathroom. He found her hairbrush and a spray bottle. Ari went to bed with wet hair the night before. Will was ready to battle the mess of snarls on her head.

With Ari whining and crying at every tug, Will beat her hair into submission. Once smooth, Will sprayed it with hairspray and braided it before tucking it into a bun at the top of her head.

He no longer trusted her with her hair down after she came home from school one day with glue covering half her head.

Will supervised as she got dressed, used the toilet, and brushed her teeth. He learned the hard way if he walked out of the room she'd just roll back into bed.

After an argument about what shoes she could wear, Ari was dressed. It took another three minutes of scrambling to get her backpack and fill up her water bottle. They ran out the door and down to the end of the apartment complex with no time to spare.

The bus rolled up and after two tight squeezes and a kiss to the top of her head, Ari was off. Thank god her school provided breakfast.

Will made polite morning chit-chat with the other parents same as always. Yep, they're getting so big. Yeah, the weather's heating up. No, he doesn't know what he'll do with Ari during summer break. No, he doesn't send Ari with a gluten-free, organic, no processed sugar lunch.

By the time he's back in the apartment, his coffee's lukewarm and Will doesn't even care. As long as there's his favorite Reese's flavored creamer he'd drink dishwater.

But, Will couldn't find it. There were at least three more servings in the container when he left yesterday morning. Where the hell did it go?

Will rummaged through the fridge before checking the recycle bin. There was his bottle of enticing, wonderful, life-altering creamer and it was empty.

Sonny drank it all.

Will squeezed the plastic bottle so tight it dented. Then he counted to five, tossed it in the bin, and walked away.

Okay, fine, no favorite creamer. He could live. He'd use whichever flavor they had left.

Caramel

After so many months, the idea of caramel flavored coffee shouldn't hit him like a punch to the solar plexus. But it did.

It reminded him of the softest smiles and the kindest human being in the world and feeling so unbelievably happy and loved and Will was an idiot.

He was so fucking stupid.

Will slammed the refrigerator door shut. He didn't need creamer. He'd drink it black.

At least, he could grab his typical breakfast. He never had time to sit and eat anything. During the weekend, he'd make a batch of individual oatmeal squares. He'd fill them with nuts and dried fruit and eat them on his way out the door.

But, nope, the container was empty even though it was Monday and he made them literally the day before. Which meant Sonny ate the rest knowing Will asked him to leave them alone because Will needed them and Sonny could make his own breakfast seeing as how he never left the fucking house anymore.

It was fine. Will was fine. He could eat an apple or something. Only they didn't have any more apples or fruit of any kind despite Sonny promising to go to the grocery store yesterday.

Fine, whatever, Will might have a granola bar shoved at the bottom of his work bag.

Will glanced at the time on the oven. He had to get going.

He didn't get to drink his coffee but it was fine. He'd put it in a reusable cup and take it with him. Except Will put all the cups in the dishwasher the night before and apparently, forgot to push start. They were still dirty. All of them.

Okay, still fine. Will could handle this. He'd get a coke or something out of the vending machines at work.

Will hurried to the bedroom and frowned when he saw Sonny sprawled over his bed. Will had to navigate through Sonny's pile of clothes next to the hamper, yet, not inside of it. Clothes Will would inevitably take to a dry cleaner's because – despite having no job and rarely leaving the house – Sonny insisted on wearing suits all day.

He didn't know when Sonny moved in, didn't recall inviting him. It just happened.

Will moved out of his studio at the Martin house. He used Ari as an excuse but that wasn't the whole story. Yes, he did want to spend more time with her. Yeah, Gabi was involved in a whole weird cat and mouse game that Will refused to let her use his daughter in. But, honestly, Will couldn't stay in that room without Paul. It was their place more than it was his. They had all their best moments there. Hell, Will moved there just to be near Paul in the first place.

He couldn't taint it by bringing Sonny around.

He already ruined himself. He didn't need to ruin his memories either.

Will found a nice two bedroom, two bathroom apartment he could afford. It was perfect. You walked into an open concept living room and kitchen. On the left was Ari's bedroom and bathroom. On the right was Will's.

Ari moved in full-time with Will and things were great, for a time. Shouldering the responsibility was difficult but school helped. Will made enough to cover their rent, utilities, and expenses without any trouble.

Then Sonny didn't leave. He never quite said but Will read between the lines. Victor didn't want Sonny freeloading. Sonny still hadn't found a job and wouldn't beg Victor for one. So, Victor kicked him out.

Suddenly, Will's easy living arrangement seemed cramped. Sonny took up more space than Will ever realized. Bringing with him decorative pieces Will never particularly liked and set out without asking Will's permission. Suddenly, the bills seemed to double in size and Will had extra expenses he never agreed for. They didn't need satellite, Netflix, and Hulu, plus an Xbox live subscription. Since Sonny rarely left the house, they went through food much quicker than they should. The electric bill went up as well from Sonny running the air conditioner or heater on full blast depending on the season.

Will also got stuck with a massive monthly payment for a credit card he didn't own.

Despite never leaving, Sonny didn't do much to keep the place clean. Will did the dishes and the laundry, including Sonny's dry cleaning. He helped Ari with her homework and tidied up every night and every morning. Will even had to learn to cook because Sonny was too busy for that.

On top of having to churn out article after article. Not only for the newspaper but also freelance work for magazines and guests posts on blogs and websites.

Will had to do everything he could because, for some reason, he had to support Sonny.

Any time Will questioned it, it led to a fight. A down and out scream fest that always ended in Will crying and apologizing. He wanted to kick Sonny out of his apartment, out of his life but he couldn't.

Will gave up everything for Sonny. He gave up the love of his life, his best friend, the greatest thing that would ever happen to Will and for what? For a man Will didn't want to touch, who resented Will's success in writing, who complained Will was never there for him emotionally, who treated Will like a doormat?

Any time he tried to leave Sonny, wanted to kick Sonny out, he couldn't. Something deep inside him seized up any time the words came close to leaving his mouth.

Sonny was all Will had.

If Sonny got a job, things would be better. If Will didn't have to see him all the time, they'd be better, happier. Maybe, if Will tried very, very, hard. He'd find what he and Sonny once had.

He had to try, for Ari's sake. Ari absolutely adored Sonny and that was enough for Will.

If he couldn't be happy, he'd damn well make sure his daughter was, no matter how much it hurt Will. Something he lacked during his own childhood.

What wouldn't Will do to have at least one parent in town, now? No mother, no father, relationship with both grandmothers' strained. Chad and Abigail in the wind, Gabi off doing who knew what with who knew whom. He wanted at least one person to talk to about any of this, to talk to about anything.

He tried to follow Marlena's last advice to him but it was difficult. Every time he'd insist he wanted to be with Paul, someone was at his shoulder saying, "mmm, are you sure?" When he got back with Sonny, someone was at his shoulder saying, "wow, you're an idiot."

Whenever he tried to talk to Marlena about it, she'd simply tell him, "you made your choice. Now, you have to live with it."

Live with it, he did. Now, Will couldn't leave.

Happened more often than ever before, someone would tell Will something and he'd do it. Even if he didn't want to, even if something inside him begged and screamed not to do it, Will had to.

Sonny telling him not to call the police even with a dead body right in front of him. Will didn't call.

Everyone telling him to reconsider his relationship with Paul even when Will was blissfully in love. Will reconsidered.

Sonny telling him to leave Paul even when Will really didn't want to. Will left.

Paul telling him not to follow him because they were done. Will didn't follow.

Sonny moving himself in and informing Will he had to support him and pay all his bills while contributing nothing. Will didn't argue.

Whenever he tried, he would work himself up so badly he'd get a nosebleed. Not even a little nosebleed but a gushing, disgusting mess. Will threw away more shirts in the past eight months than his entire lifetime.

Every time he argued or fought back.

Every time

That wasn't important, though. Will was going to give Ari the childhood she deserved. Starting with the perfect 6th birthday party in a few short days.

Will grabbed his work bag and laptop. Shoved a few extra notebooks inside and his backup recorder in case his phone died. Found a few more phone chargers just in case and a stack of pens and highlighters.

He didn't know what he'd need for the interview the newspaper was sending him on. Better to be over prepared than under.

Will used the bathroom one more time, brushed his teeth, and headed for the door. If he walked at a brisk pace, he'd make it to the office at just the right time. He could review his notes before he had to leave for the interview and even get some caffeine and human interaction that didn't make him want to cry.

Will didn't know how this became his life. One minute he was deliriously in love. The next he had twenty plus years of memories and insecurities slamming into his brain all at once. So many places and faces and experiences and he didn't know what to do. He remembered Sonny and he loved Paul and he couldn't win without hurting someone. Everyone questioned him about whether he really loved Paul. If he was really sure he wanted him, if he really didn't want Sonny.

It was too much and there was chaos and confusion and hospital visits. Will didn't know what to do. He didn't have a choice. He was overwhelmed and he'd always been stupid. So, so, so stupid.

He hated himself and he hated his life and it was all his fault. He ruined the best thing that ever happened to him, for nothing. Because that's how he felt now, like he was nothing. Some days he wanted so badly to go back in time. Not even to stop himself from choosing Sonny but to stop himself from taking that serum. Yes, he was glad to have his memories but at what cost. Yes, he loved having Ari with him but he couldn't do this much longer.

He didn't love Sonny, not the way he did before, not the way he loved Paul. He dreaded being physical with Sonny the few times they had time. Will hated it. Hated Sonny's hands on him and the way it made him feel.

He hated having to kill himself with articles and interviews and side jobs just to keep Sonny happy. Hated all the times Sonny would throw Will's insecurities in his face, his past mistakes. Hated the endless lists he found around the house of all the things Will did to piss Sonny off. Hated how John and Brady wouldn't even look at him. Hated how accustomed to living in a mansion with a maid Sonny became; how Will was expected to wash towels after one use or change the bedding every other day.

Will hated knowing what he did to Paul. Hated that he hurt him. Hated that Paul had to leave town because of it. Hated that every word he ever told Paul was questioned in light of his choice. Hated that Paul left so easily, didn't even put up a fight, even if Will didn't deserve it.

But, most of all, Will hated himself.

He did this. Now, he'd have to deal with the consequences: a lifetime with Sonny.

Will didn't deserve anything more.

Will set out, bag swinging against his hip. Cursing the chilly morning air, he should have grabbed a sweater but didn't have enough time to run back and get one.

Oh, well.

Will could handle it.

He didn't have a choice.

Will made it to work. He had enough time to chug some Coke and check his email before an impromptu department meeting. An informal meeting where their editor-in-chief went around the room holding hands and propping egos. Everyone congratulating each other on their recent work and mentioning their newest projects.

There was a lot of eye rolling when it came to Will's turn. In the beginning, everyone assumed he got the job because of his connections. Having an aunt and former mother-in-law own the place didn't look too good for him. Then again he wasn't close to said aunt and the former mother-in-law hated him 90% of the time. No, Will more than made up for his connections in the quality of his writing.

When he got his memories back, and when Paul left, Will's writing was the only thing in his life that improved. Thank God for that, he rarely had any time for anything else. Will went from spending several weeks on a story to writing at least five every week. Simple articles, investigative stories, interviews with high-powered figures, feel-good human interest projects, and that didn't even include the freelance he did online.

Will couldn't say no when someone sent a project his way. He couldn't.

Will's writing and Ari's happiness were all he had. He'd give them his all.

Everyone at work knew Will would be busy all day and all night, piled high with projects. They didn't need a meeting to tell them that.

After the meeting concluded, Will went over his notes for his next interview. It shouldn't be too difficult. Will gathered all his things and left.

Will arrived at an expensive restaurant overlooking the river, Ivy and Olive at the Waterfront. It opened at the beginning of the year. Small, simple, upscale fine dining the average Salemite couldn't get into without reservations and saving for a few weeks. Will gave the owners a glowing recommendation in the paper and they gave him reservations whenever he called. The Spectator also paid for any expenses he accrued.

Most of the time, Will conducted his interviews at cheaper locations. But, every now and again, he'd end up with a different clientele, one who wouldn't fit in at the Brady Pub or Doug's Place.

Will bemoaned forgetting his sweater when he was seated outside. The light breeze from the river caused goosebumps. But it was the best seat in the house.

Today, Will had to entertain Salem's newest business mogul. Why they all flocked to Salem Will would never know. But, in a few days, the American branch of the corporation should open. If Will wanted any good information, he'd have to wine and dine the man a bit.

Will glanced at his notes one last time when the hostess guided a tall man in a gray suit to the table.

"Here you are, sir," the young woman said. "I hope you enjoy yourselves."

"Tack," the man said with a light accent, "thank you."

Will stood up, stepping away from his chair and sticking his hand out. During Will's research into the man, he found out a lot of interesting things. Where and when he was born, his schooling, timeline of his career, and the growth in his business. Spent several minutes watching pronunciation videos on YouTube so he'd not screw up the man's name.

(ee-s-a-k. ee like tree. S like so. A like car. K like key. Ee-s-a-k. Isak)

He did not learn how overwhelmingly handsome the man was in person. Pictures did not do him justice. In pictures, he seemed bug-eyed and creepy but in real life, he was something else.

Ridiculously tall and thin, towering over Will with pale skin, huge green eyes, and disturbingly attractive dark circles under his eyes. Large pink lips and wide shoulders and dirty blond hair that fell messily into his eyes and a wide white grin.

Will didn't even know if the guy was that attractive or he was desperate for someone, anyone to lust over.

(nothing wrong with Sonny but Will was so bored. So bored and so tired and god all he wanted was to fawn over abs and biceps and for someone to pound the hell out of him. Was that too much to ask?)

Will cleared his throat, cheeks rosy, "hi, I'm Will Horton."

"Hej," the man said, lips quirked in a half-smile. His eyes drifted up and down Will lazily. "Hi, I'm Isak Larsson."

Tall, sexy businessman in a suit with an accent.

First, EJ, then Ted, now Isak.

Shit, add him to the list of men Will shouldn't lust over but did.

The two shook hands, Isak's long fingers brushing over Will's when they parted. Long fingers Will was having severely inappropriate thoughts over.

"Uh…" Will took a few moments to focus before shaking his head. "Let's sit."

The two sat across from one another at a quaint table. The sound of the river filled the silence as the two adjusted in their seats. Will gestured to his phone and asked if he could record their conversation. Isak approved.

"My secretary wasn't too clear on the purpose of this interview," Isak said as he tossed a cloth napkin over his lap.

His legs were so long he had to sit quite a ways away from the table.

His long, long legs.

It took Will a few seconds to respond.

"Oh, uh," Will licked his lips, eyes widening when he noticed Isak following the motion. "I wanted to ask a few questions, get to know you a bit. For such a small town, Salem has a rather cutthroat business market. Everyone's curious why you'd open a division here instead of somewhere like Chicago."

"Salem is a smaller town," Isak explained. "Home to lots of different but important businesses. Also, tax breaks and boring things."

"Ah," Will said. He could live without hearing about the boring things.

It was all Sonny talked about while bemoaning his lack of employment.

"In that case, you could tell me something about you," Will suggested, sitting up straighter.

"Like what?" Isak wondered, left arm draped over the back of his seat. "Where I was born? What my company does?"

"I already know those things," Will said. "I meant something no one else knows. Something that could capture my reader's interests."

"Where was I born then?"

"Stockholm," Will replied without thinking. "Born in August of 1990. The youngest of several boys, desperate to prove yourself. Graduated from Stockholm University but spent a few semesters at the University of Cambridge. You started your business ten years ago before you even started school. Back then it was you and a computer and a handful of clients. It wasn't until five years later that it took off. Salem's your first overseas office."

"You have done your research, haven't you?"

"I like knowing what I'm getting into."

"Do you, now?"

Will didn't know what to make of the smile on Isak's face and didn't get time to worry over it. Their waitress arrived, taking their drink orders.

"So, Will Horton," Isak said once the woman left. He sat up to his full height, spine straight and shoulders wide. "What could you not find out about me on the internet?"

Will's face reddened again as he bowed his head, tapping the edge of his phone on the table.

"There isn't much on your personal life," he admitted. "Not that I want to focus on that. This is about your business and the new opportunities in Salem."

"You are not curious about me then?" Isak asked, eyes flashing at Will mysteriously.

In pictures, the dark circles under Isak's eyes made him look tired. Tired and deathly pale and gaunt. In person, though, his cheekbones were so defined and his skin milky white and his lips so plump and pink and Will was pathetic.

He should not react this way to a strange man he'd never see again. A strange man who was only here for Will to interview and nothing more.

(not unlike the last time Will interviewed someone important. Where it all led to secret hotel meetings and the hottest sex Will had up to that point)

"Of course, I'm curious," Will admitted, "professionally. Professionally, I am curious."

"Pity," Isak replied, eyeing Will.

"Why?" Will wondered, eyebrows furrowed and nose crinkled.

"I did some research on you too, Raring. Maybe I wanted more out of this interview than boring questions and local food."

"I haven't asked you any questions yet," Will mumbled, averting his eyes.

"No, no you have not. Your article will be beautiful. That I do not doubt. But I'm much more interested in what happens between now and then."

"What do you think is going to happen?"

"I think you know," Isak said when the waitress returned with their drinks.

Isak riddled off an order of appetizers before turning back to Will.

The two stared at one another for a long time before Will looked away.

"Problem?" Isak asked.

"I don't know what you're expecting out of this," Will said, "but I'm just here for an interview."

"An interview, hmm? Like you interviewed that baseball player?"

"That's different," Will responded, nostrils flaring.

"It doesn't have to be," Isak said with an easy smile.

"I have a boyfriend."

"From what I read in my research, it never stopped you before."

Will set his jaw and pursed his lips.

Desperate and lonely and pathetic as he was, Will wasn't that easy. Handsome man or not, Will couldn't. His daughter was happy. Will didn't throw his chance of a happily ever after away to leave a legacy of infidelity in his wake.

No matter how tempting or attractive the package looked.

"Is this how you proposition all the men in your life?" Will asked with a sharp tilt to his head. "It could use a little work."

"If I was propositioning you, you'd know. I am telling you my hopes for the end of our little date."

"It's not a date."

"If you say so."

"It isn't."

"So you keep saying, Raring."

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Your research didn't tell you?"

"Did your research on me give you any clue who taught me how to punch someone?"

"No," Isak responded with a wide grin.

"You should look into it."

"And you wonder why I'm interested in you?"

Will rolled his eyes but couldn't stop a small smile from spreading across his face.

"Besides," Isak continued, "I thought you wanted something good to add to article? Would this not count?"

"What? The sexual harassment of a local journalist?"

"I meant more like handsome, rich, Swede falls in love with beautiful journalist."

"In love?" Will scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Lust I'd believe."

"Do I need to uppvakta you?"

"Do you need to what me?"

"Uppvakta – uh – the thing where you give gifts and make someone know you want them?"

"Woo?" Will guessed.

"Ja, yes," Isak nodded. "Do I need to woo you? Steal you away from boyfriend?"

"That isn't going to happen. I wouldn't waste your time."

"Do not be so sure."

Will shook his head, rubbing his hands up and over his arms.

He was really missing that sweater right now.

"Cold?" Isak questioned. Before Will could answer, he stood up, taking off his suit jacket and draping it over Will's shoulders.

"That's not necessary," Will tried to say but couldn't deny the warmth felt nice.

He slid on the jacket. The sleeves were humorously long but a little tight around the shoulders.

"Now," Isak said once he sat back down, "to the boring questions and local food?"

The interview ran longer than Will anticipated. Having to navigate Isak's less than subtle flirtations and how often they'd get off topic.

Leaving took even longer. The two arguing over who would foot the bill and whether any other meetings were necessary.

(Will said no. Isak insisted yes. Will's bloody nose answered for him.)

Due to the interview running late, Will had to rush to get back home. He liked to be there when Ari got home from school. He remembered days of being left alone as a child. One parent or the other gone, shipped off to babysitters and grandparents and aunts and uncles.

Sonny was there, most likely. Will would come home to the two playing together or interacting one way or the other. Sonny so busy with Ari that dinner was an afterthought until Will got home as well as homework.

Will didn't care, not really. Ari deserved to be happy. Will would do anything he could to ensure that.

After dinner and dishes and homework and bath time and reading Ari three different stories and tidying the house, Will still needed to write.

He was up until midnight, brain working faster than his fingers. By that point, he was so exhausted he could barely move. Will brushed his teeth and washed his face, flopping face first in bed in his boxers.

When Sonny wandered into the room after him, Will withheld a groan. He was not in the mood to fight off Sonny's feeble attempts at pawing at him.

"Guess what?" Sonny asked, voice too bright and cheerful for Will's liking.

"Hmm?"

"I have an interview this week. I checked my voicemail and it's all set up. A real interview, Will. The kind I've been waiting for."

"S'nice."

"I need to pick out what I'm going to wear and practice some questions. Finally, my hard determination has paid off. This is going to be amazing. I know it is. I'll finally show Brady and Uncle Vic and everyone at Titan they were wrong about me, so wrong."

"Uh-huh."

"In a few days, I could be working for the newest company in Salem. Working under the leadership of one of the most successful businessmen under 30."

"Isak Larsson?" Will asked, rolling over to look at Sonny finally.

"Yeah, how did you know that? And I don't think you pronounced his name right."

"I interviewed him today. I told you when I got home and yeah, I said his name right."

"Oh," Sonny scratched the side of his head and gave Will a sheepish smile. "Sorry."

Will flopped back over, burying his head in his pillow. He shied away from Sonny when he touched Will's lower back.

"Come on, Will," Sonny urged, crawling closer to Will. His hand slid down to cup Will's butt. "I'm too jittery about tomorrow."

"I wanna go to sleep."

"Real fast, I promise. You don't even have to do anything."

Sonny pulled at Will's boxers, edging them over the round curve of Will's butt.

"Stop it," Will knocked at Sonny's hands, wiggling further away from him until he was on the edge of the bed.

"Real fast, Will, come on."

Out of annoyance, exhaustion, exasperation, not in the mood to deal with a nosebleed, Will didn't know. He stopped. He didn't knock Sonny away when he pushed down Will's boxers. Didn't move away when he pulled Will closer. Didn't make a sound or complain when Sonny rubbed against him.

He knew Sonny. This wouldn't take long at all.

Author's note:

Title from Taylor Swift's song of the same name.

This is a Horita fic at heart with unfortunate amounts of WilSon and enjoyable amounts of Will/OC.

I don't know what's happening on the show anymore and I don't want to know. I refuse to believe Will would ever willingly leave Paul, especially for Sonny. Besides, we all know where WilSon's headed - right back where they left off: Will a neurotic, insecure, cheating mess and Sonny a condescending, manipulative, asshole. So, welcome to my interpretation of WilSon and the full onslaught of my Sonny hatred.

Isak Larrson= Bill Skarsgard. After watching Castle Rock and Hemlock Grove I've been fairly obsessed. Although it really came down to me telling fellow fic writer WILLSONN LOVER I would ship Will with Pennywise before I shipped him with Sonny. So, ta da.