Paul keeps giggling as Will opens the front door. Will whirls around and puts his finger to his lips. "Shhh. You'll wake the neighbors."

He stumbles back holding his head, "So?" Wanting to wipe that smug look off his face, Will pulls him in for a kiss. Paul grabs his ass and squeezes, pulling him hard against him. He could feel the bulge of his erection straining against the thin cotton of his boxers. "You're so fucking hot Will. Can I fuck you? Let me fuck you." he says between kisses.

He pulls away but not far, their foreheads touching as he whispers "I….I've never done this before."

Paul gives his arm a reassuring squeeze. "It's easy." He silently nods his head. He extends a hand, takes his, and leads him to the couch. Paul doesn't resist, he couldn't, even as he lowers them both to the couch. "Turn on your stomach." he says, his voice low.

"No!" Paul looks startled at his sudden outburst. Will feels his face flush, "I…I want to see you when you fuck me." He gives him a small smile and he smiles back.

They quickly remove their clothes. Will lies down on the couch and pulls him on top of him. Paul sits up straddling him, looking down into his sparkling eyes. He reaches for his pants and pulls the tube of lube and condoms out of his pocket and drops them on the edge of the couch. Will gives him a curious look. "What's that?"

Paul runs his hands up and down his arms, trying to calm his jittery nerves. "Just relax, alright. It's lube." He pauses and lifts his legs over his shoulders. Will squeals when he squirts a bit of lube between his cheeks. "It's cold."

"Don't worry. It'll heat up." He giggles while watching him spread the lube onto his condom.

He arches his back as Paul guides his cock into his tight hole. With his eyes closed, Paul slowly begins to work it into the tight hole but no sooner had the head slipped inside that he hears a low husky sob.

He looks down, deep into his eyes, his cock still throbbing slowly inside him. "Will, are you okay?"

He tries to pull out but Will wraps his legs tightly around him. "Don't!" He continues to cry as Paul begins to thrust in and out of him. After a few deep thrusts he's cumming inside the condom. Paul collapses onto his chest.

Paul pulls out slowly and slips the condom off, tying it in a knot and chucks it into the trash can by the door.

Paul turns toward him but he now sits across from him. Will quickly wraps a nearby blanket around himself. "This was a mistake. I shouldn't have brought you here."

For a moment he stares at him in disbelief. "Will..."

"Leave!" he shouts, throwing an empty beer bottle in his direction.

Quickly putting on his jeans, Paul practically runs out the door, wanting to be out of the room as fast as he can.

Gabi Hernandez lets out a frustrated sigh. Half-buried in her bag, her hand fumbles for the keys as she stands outside the door. Paul lost deep in thought bumps into her accidentally. She loses her grip on the bag. The fruit falls out of the bottom of her bag one by one, rolling off down the stairs. "Hey!" He doesn't turn around and walks briskly down the stairs. "What a jerk," she mumbles under her breath.

Two minutes later she is back with the key, and she unlocks the door. But as soon as she steps inside, she hears a sound. Someone inside was sobbing. She knew the low, stifled voice. It was Will. She creeps softly toward his door and knocks. "Will?" Opening the door to his bedroom, she gasps.

Paul takes a deep breath and pushes the door open. He abruptly turns around and comes face to face with Sonny. "So how is he?"

"Wow. Not even a hello or good morning." Sonny gives him a glare that makes him look away. "And who are you talking about?" He walks to the living room, Sonny trailing behind him, and sits on the couch. The feeling of déjà vu hits him.

"You're friend." Paul lifts one eyebrow. Sonny sighs. "The person you spent the night with...what was his name again?"

A lightbulb seems to go off in his head. He slaps his forehead with his right hand. "Oh! You mean Will." He nods his head. "Yeah he's fine. A bit hungover that's all."

Now it's his turn to look confused "Hungover?"

He scratches his head, "Yeah, we went to a few bars after the banquet."

Sonny raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms over his chest. "Don't worry I didn't drink a lot but he was pretty out of it. So I being the most sober of the group offered to take him home. And well he started vomiting so I thought I'd stay and make sure he was okay."

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he holds it out to him. "You can call him if you want?"

He put his hand up to silence him. "I believe you."

Paul slaps his hands on his thighs and jumps up from the couch. "Okay then, at least that's settled."

As he starts to head toward the bedroom, Sonny speaks out. "Where are you going?

He looks at him dumbfounded. "Bed. You coming?"

He sighs and runs a hand over his head. "We still need to talk."

Paul lets out a small chuckle. "Isn't that what we were just doing?" He doesn't seem amused at his joke.

"You know what I mean."

He walks back over and plops down on the couch. He props his feet on the table and puts his arms behind his head. "I'm all ears."

"I get that this job means a lot to you. I really do. He could feel tears threatening to fall. "But sometimes I feel as if your work is more important than our relationship."

He snorts. "You're one to talk."

"Excuse me?"

Something inside finally snaps. Frustratedly, he gets up from the couch and stomps over to him and slaps him really hard in the head. "You've had your head so far up your own ass, desperately trying to keep your coffee shop in business. It's not going to last!" he yells, and throws his hands up in the air. "Hell, all of Salem knows it's not going to last. I'm embarrassed for you. We're all embarrassed for you." Sonny remains silent. Paul pokes his finger into his chest. "So don't you lecture me about being committed to this relationship... I mean when's the last time we even had sex, huh." He shakes his head. "Jeez! We're acting like a fucking married couple."

"I'm not letting you ruin this." Sonny says as a single tear makes its way down his cheek.

"What are you talking about?"

"My parents adore you." He shouts and Paul's taken aback by his outburst. In frustration he grabs his hair. "And they have such high expectations of you that they started to put these false ideas in their head." he says, his voice cracking just a bit.

"False ideas?"

He gives a very slight shrug. "You know white picket fences, weddings, kids…"

"Woah.. Woah.. Woah. We barely just moved in together." He starts to back away.

Sonny nods his head silently. "I know." he mouths.

"I'm sorry but this is too much right now. I mean sure we moved in with each other but I don't even really know you. We've only been together...what...6 months."

Sonny gives him a sad look. "What are you trying to say?"

"I don't know." He shakes his head back and forth. "I really don't know." Sonny goes into their room and slams the door behind him.

All Paul could think about was the way Will's body fit against his.

A/N: So what did you all think? And what's going on with Will? And Paul better watch out now that Gabi's here. R&R!