A second chapter of this fic. The age difference between my Johnny and Will is a lot less than in the TV storyline.

(…Will's POV…)

"I haven't seen Sonny in a while…?"

He is sitting on the floor playing one of my computer games, and seems to want to make me believe it is just a random question. I hesitate for a moment and then mumble something about being busy. Before he can say anything else I point at the computer screen:

"How is it going, have you beaten my highest score yet?"

"Not yet, but I will at some point…"

I smile, happy that he let me change the subject, but I couldn't help the stir I felt in my stomach the moment he mentioned Sonny's name. I miss him. I fell head over heels in love with him and for a couple of weeks it was going great. But then my mum got herself into a major mess again, and checked out almost completely. I try to look after my younger brother the best I can, but it did mean I had to cancel a few dates with Sonny. I didn't explain to him why I had to cancel as I find the whole thing with my mum rather embarrassing, and I am sure he thought I must have lost interest.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

I expected the question. He asks me every night and if it is remotely possible I happily agree:

"Sure, I'll text mum…"

"Why… she doesn't care."

I don't even correct him, but text my mother anyway. Then I pull the spare matrass from under my bed and make it with some spare bedding. Around ten o'clock he crawls into bed and I dim most of the lights in my studio apartment. I have to do a bit more studying tonight and the table lamp doesn't bother him. My eyes move from my books to my phone and I pick it up, only to scroll to Sonny's details, wishing I could call him. I stare at his picture and am startled when I hear Johnny's voice:

"Why don't you call him…?"

I turn around and frown:

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"I'm not tired yet."

This time he is not letting me change the subject:

"What happened…?"

He sits up straight in his bed and looks at me with familiar blue eyes. I scroll away from Sonny's picture on my screen and just shrug:

"Don't know…"

"I liked him, you know…?"

I smile a little sad smile:

"Me too…"

It is quiet for a while and then he lies down again and I try to focus on my studies. But it takes me quite some time to be able to push away the vision of a bright smile, perfect brown eyes, and silky soft hair that just begs to be touched. And just when I go to bed I have to look at his picture just one more time and I mutter very softly:

"Goodnight Sonny…"

(…Sonny's POV…)

"Hi…"

"Hi Johnny, how are you…?"

He sits himself on one of the bar stools and smiles brightly:

"Can I have a strawberry cream please…?"

I already started on the order as he always orders the same. I put it in front of him and ask:

"How did you get here all by yourself…?"

"On my bicycle."

I nod, biting my tongue trying not to ask about Will. When our eyes meet he says, very randomly:

"I can ask Will to pick me up, you know…?"

I frown and am not sure what to say but he already grabs his phone. Just before he can sent the message I grab it out of his hands and sigh:

"Better not…"

"What?"

I look at the boy, who seems slightly too mature for his age, and say with a dark voice:

"I know what you are trying to do… better not…"

He shrugs and grabs his drink while standing up:

"OK… but just so you know… he likes you…"

He wants to walk away so I quickly ask:

"How do you know?"

The tone of my voice is more telling than anything else and he smiles smugly:

"I knew you wanted to know that…"

This time he does walk away and soon the door closes behind him. I grab my phone and stare out of the window indecisively. Will seemed so uninterested. He cancelled a few dates in a row and that is just not a good sign. I miss him though. I really miss him. I sigh and push the phone back in my pocket, needing a little bit more time to think about this. I go back to work and suddenly hear a voice that gives me goose bumps and makes my stomach stir:

"Hi… uhm… did you… have you seen Johnny?"

I turn around and stare into light blue eyes, so transparent they seem deep and never ending. The red blush on his cheeks is adorable and the way his fingers fiddle with the zip of his jacket pushes all my buttons. I swallow and try to ask with a voice that doesn't show my enthusiasm:

"Why?"

He glances at me for just a second and then stares at my shoes again:

"He asked me to pick him up from here…"

I bite my bottom lip so hide my smile and inwardly I thank Johnny for going against my wishes earlier.

"He was here a while ago, but he left…"

"Oh…"

An awkward silence falls between us and I wish I could reach out and touch his burning cheeks. He scrapes his throat and asks softly:

"How are you?"

I almost forget to answer, losing myself into staring at his beautiful face. But when his eyes meet mine I realise he is waiting for me to say something:

"Fine…"

I frown the moment the word leaves my lips as I know I am lying. I nods though, and mumbles:

"Good."

"You?"

"Oh… great…"

This time I nod, trying to come up with something else to say so he will stay a little while longer:

"You want anything to drink?"

"Uhm…"

He seems hesitant so I walk behind the counter and say casually:

"I assume your usual order hasn't changed…"

"No…"

He sits down on the same bar stool Johnny was sitting on and while I put an Americano in front of him I see how he bites his lip. He does that when he is insecure, and he doesn't know how much of a turn on I think it is. The silence falls between us again and he takes a few sips of his coffee. I start rambling:

"Johnny had a strawberry cream as usual, don't think he ever ordered anything else. I actually think he might like the tropical fruit mix as well, but he never wants anything but the strawberry cream. Perhaps next time I just have to tell him I ran out of it and then he has no choice but to order something else."

I stop suddenly when I realise he is looking at me with soft eyes and a sweet small smile curling his lips. With a blush I murmur:

"Sorry… rambling again."

He smiles now, a proper big smile and the twinkle in my eyes makes my heart happy:

"I will tell him to order something else next time…"

I smile rather embarrassed, but he just points at his coffee:

"As long as I can stick to my Americano…"

"Sure…"

He puts the empty cup on the counter and says reluctantly:

"I have to go…"

I nod and try to order the thoughts tumbling through my head. While he heads to the door I shout a bit too loud:

"Don't make yourself a stranger…"

He nods while looking at me one more time before he closes the door. Chad, my business partner, walks in to the coffee house and smiles:

"Don't make yourself a stranger… smooth Kiriakis…"

"I know… I know… when I am within 20 feet of him my brain just goes all funny and things like that just come out…"

Chad tries to looks sympathetic, but cannot stop laughing:

"What else did you say…?"

"I don't know… I think I said Johnny, his brother, should order other drinks…"

I hide my face in my hands and grunt. Chad gives me a friendly shove to my shoulder and says:

"Next time just tell him you miss him and you would like to take him on a date again…"

"Sure… because he seems so interested…"

"You think he isn't?"

"He cancelled three dates in a row…"

"Well, he probably had his reasons…"

"Like what…"

"How am I supposed to know that…? All I know is that he is blushing like a girl when he is talking to you…"

I look at my business partner and ask excited:

"You think?"

He just shakes his head and mumbles:

"What are you, a sixteen year old?"

I pull of my apron and hand it to him while pointing out:

"Either way, I am the one running this business…"

He takes the apron and frowns:

"So am I…."

"OK… then you can do the time sheets that are still on our desk, and I can plan on how to get my man…"

We both laugh and he nods:

"Whatever I can do to help…"

(…Will's POV…)

"Why did you ask me to come and get you, and then you just take off before I get there?"

The moment I walk into my apartment I find Johnny watching TV and before he can brush it off I turn the TV off and stand right in front of it. He shrugs and mumbles:

"Sorry…"

"I don't want an apology, I want an explanation…"

I am slightly surprised by the sharpness in my voice and have to admit I am probably angrier than I thought I was. He sighs and makes a gesture into space:

"You two need some help…"

"That is none of your business."

When he looks at me I am surprised by the maturity in his young eyes, and for just a second I realise that with a mother like ours we have no choice but to grow up fast.

"I just think you two were great together…"

"That still doesn't mean you can play match maker."

"What did he say…?"

"Am I speaking Spanish? It is none of your business…"

He shrugs and grabs a magazine that is lying under my table, and pretends to read it. I lean over and grab it from his lap. For a short moment our eyes meet and I instantly feel sorry for my attitude:

"Sorry… I know you are trying to help."

His eyes stare at the black TV screen when he says softly:

"I am probably the reason you broke up anyway… I just want to fix it."

"What gave you that idea?"

"Well, you do spend a lot of time with me, you do most things mums do…"

"I like doing those things for you…"

"I know."

We fall silent and only when I feel a brotherly kick against my shins we both laugh. I point at the matrass on the floor:

"You better behave if you want to stay here tonight…"

He nods and soon we are watching television in brotherly harmony. However, he hasn't forgotten the topic and after he brushed his teeth and is ready to go to bed he just says:

"I still think he likes you though…"

"What?"

All my senses seem on edge as I want to pull the words out of him. He has that little smug smile around his lips while he continues:

"When I said your name he was exactly like you are now."

While he lies down under the cover he mumbles:

"You two are like a bunch of girls, just get over to the coffee house and ask him out…"

I sigh and have to admit that I never thought I would behave like this when it would come to liking a man. I thought I would be all though and cool, but as it turns out I have butterflies in my stomach and my nerves make it difficult to speak. I try to imagine myself asking him out, but I quickly realise I need a bit more time to gain a bit more confidence. It is my brother who has the last words tonight:

"Or just pull him over the counter and kiss him, just go out there and get your man…"

(…Sonny's POV…)

I never thought of myself as desperate, but right now I am sure I would classify as one. I stand outside Johnny's school, hoping to catch him. The moment he walks out the door I catch his attention and with a big smile he walks towards me:

"Sonny, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask you something…"

"What's that…?"

"Are you OK?"

He frowns:

"Is that what you wanted to ask?"

I quickly explain:

"No… no, that's not it… it is, uhm… a bit embarrassing…"

Johnny just smiles and says:

"I am sure it is about Will… don't worry, he likes you as much as you like him."

"Great…"

"Anything else I can help with…"

"Actually you can… smart ass…"

"What's that?"

"Can you get him to the coffee house tonight after closing time at nine?"

He squints his eyes while he looks at me:

"What are you planning?"

"Nothing… I'll tell you tomorrow… but only if you make sure he is at the coffee house at nine…"

"And what am I supposed to say to get him there...?"

"I don't know… make something up…"

"I have no idea what to tell him, Sonny…"

I hold still for a while and give him a brotherly pat on his back:

"Just see it as repaying me for all those free drinks…"

He sighs and shakes his head, but the curl of his lips tell me he is on my side. And while I walk into the direction of the coffee house he shouts behind me:

"I'll see you tomorrow, for another free drink."

(…Will's POV…)

"What?"

"Yeah, I know… but that is what they told me…"

"Just say it again, please?"

"Some people want to close the football organisation, and they have a meeting tonight at nine at Common Grounds…"

I pinch my nose and frown while looking at my wide-eyed brother. While I stare at him in disbelief I repeat:

"They want to close the football organisation… who is they… and I don't even know what 'football organisation' means…"

"I guess that is why they have a meeting…"

"To explain the closing of the 'football organisation'…"

"Whatever Will, if you don't want to go that is fine… I just don't want to have to quite football…"

We both know he won me over with that statement and with a sigh I reach for two pizzas:

"Well, you are having pizza instead of a cooked dinner, because I have to study before I go over there…"

With a big smile he nods happily, seemingly very pleased with himself:

"I like pizza…"

I grumble and try to hide my smile:

"I am sure you do…"

After our dinner and a quick study hour I put on my jacket and leave the apartment after having told my brother to not make it too late because he does have school tomorrow. He just mumbles something that doesn't really sound as a promise, but I leave anyway. When I arrive at the coffee house a soft light is creeping through the blinds and slightly hesitant I push the door open. The moment I am inside I see him behind the counter. The moment he sees me his eyes light up and he smiles:

"You're here…"

"Yeah…"

I am not quite sure what to think and with a frown I say:

"For a meeting about the football organisation…"

"What?"

I look at him for a while and then shrug:

"Never mind, I don't know what it means either…"

He laughs out loud and nods appreciatively while saying:

"I can't believe he actually got you here…"

"What? What is going on...?"

He turns around and points at a table slightly hidden behind the counter. I walk a few more steps and then see two lit candles and two glasses of wine. When I look back at Sonny he blushes and waves in the air while rambling:

"He said you like me, and Chad thought you like me. I didn't really believed it because I am afraid you don't anymore, so I tried to just forget you. But as it turns out I couldn't really, so I found Johnny and asked him to help me… and he did, he got you here and now you are here…"

I raise my eyebrows, unable to hide a smile:

"You're rambling again…"

"Yeah… I do that sometimes…"

We both chuckle and he gestures for me to sit down. He takes the seat opposite me and breathes in deeply, and while I look at his beautiful face I remember my brother providing me with ideas on how to 'get my man'. A blush creeps over my face when I think about the 'pull him over the counter and kiss him' option and when our eyes meet I cough uncomfortably. He bites his bottom lip, looking rather adorable without his usual confidence. But then he asks softly, while avoiding my eyes:

"So do you?"

"Do I what…"

"Like me?"

"Like you?"

"Yeah…"

"Like you… as in I-will-go-and-play-football-with-you-like-you, or as in I-like-drinking-a-beer-with-you-occasionally-like-you, or"

Before I can finish my sentence he says:

"As in I-am-so-in-love-with-you-like-me…"

The vulnerability in his dark brown eyes is almost too much to bear and suddenly I stand up. I stretch my hand out and when he grabs it I pull him on his feet, making him stand right in front of me. He is so close to me and for the first time in weeks I feel alive again. While I stare into his brown eyes I mumble:

"I do…"

His hands move to my hips and the moment he pulls me against him is when I finally kiss him. The feeling of his soft lips against mine makes me lose touch with everything around me and he is all that exists. My hands reach up and dive into his hair as if they want to make up for lost time. And in between our deep and intense French kisses, he mumbles:

"Me too…"

(…Sonny's POV…)

The door of the coffee house opens with a swing and I smile happily when I see Will and Johnny walk in. Johnny sits down on one of the bar stools and Will leans over to kiss me before he sits down next to him. I quickly make a strawberry cream and an Americano, and with a happy smile I put the drinks in front of them. Johnny smiles:

"I don't think I ever have to pay for anything in your coffee house ever again…"

"You do know how to make use of the situation… don't you…?"

He smiles while taking a sip of his drink, and Will mumbles:

"Typical, you only shut up when it is convenient for you…"

I laugh and reach over to grab Will's hand, feeling my heart swell when he folds his fingers around mine in a tight grip. Happily I say:

"That's OK… I can put up with all his crap from now on…"

I see how Will suddenly looks down.

"Hey… what's up…?"

When our eyes meet he asks softly:

"Even when I have to cancel dates?"

And finally I understand the reason for his cancelations, and I smile tenderly:

"I love you so much…"

He blushes and it is Johnny who messes the moment up completely by saying:

"Now what did I say… you two are like a bunch of girls…"

I point at his drink as reply:

"Drink your free drink… and get used to it…"

"To my drink…?"

I shake my head and then look at my sweet boyfriend. And while I lean over to steal a sweet kiss I mumble:

"To this…"

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