A/N – Thanks for all the great comments so far, keep 'em coming. This is going to get messy, but WilSon is coming, I promise. Oh, and I apologize in advance to Sami fans. Cheers!
Will returned home early the next morning to change for his shift at the pub. He unlocked the door to the apartment and opened it, turning his head and wincing as the smell of stale beer and smoke hit his nose. Sami lay on the couch asleep with the remains of a cigarette hanging from her hand, her dirty blond hair matted to her head. He set his backpack on the kitchen counter and poured himself a bowl of cereal, opening the refrigerator to discover an empty carton of milk. "Damn it, I just bought this." He grabbed the empty carton from the fridge and walked over to the couch, shaking the cushion next to Sami's head with his foot to wake her up. "What happened to all the milk?"
"What?" Sami replied groggily, rubbing the sleep from her mascara smeared eyes.
"The milk?" Will shoved the empty carton in front of her face. "I bought this yesterday."
"Um...we uh…" Sami sat up on the couch, looking around confusingly, trying to adjust to her surroundings. "...we um… have you seen my cigarettes?"
"Hey, focus!" Will snapped his fingers angrily in Sami's face. "The milk?"
"We made White Russians last night, must have finished it, sorry." Sami reached in between the couch cushion and pulled out a partially crushed carton of cigarettes.
"Jesus, Sami, I bought this for Johnny and me, not for you and your friends to get drunk." Will tossed the carton into the overflowing trash.
"We needed milk, what was I supposed to do?"
Will ignored her asinine question, looking around at the mess of bottles, cigarette butts and scattered food cartons next to the broken bong on the coffee table. "Are you going to clean this up, or do I have to do that too?
"I'll clean it up." She mumbled, lighting a cigarette.
Will snatched the cigarette from her mouth and doused it in the remains of a White Russian in a glass on the table. "Not inside, how many fucking times do I have to tell you."
"I'm you mother, you can't tell me what I can do!" she snapped at him.
"I pay the rent, my rules." Will told her. He picked up his backpack and headed to the room he shared with Johnny. "I'm going to take a shower and go to work, clean this place up before EJ brings Johnny home in the morning."
"Hey, I pay rent too, kid."
"Screwing the landlord is not paying rent, Sami."
"Fuck you, Will!" She screamed after him as he slammed his door shut.
Will dropped the backpack on the neatly made bed. The room was in stark contrast to the rest of the apartment, neat and orderly, impeccably clean and everything in its place. He pulled out his sketch pad and flipped through the drawings he did last night, wondering if Sonny would like his ideas. He tried to suppress the excitement building in him of seeing Sonny later that night. "What are you doing?" he asked himself. "Why do you care so much about what he thinks? You don't even know him." He undressed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower. He leaned on the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror, "If you don't get attached, you don't get hurt. If you don't get attached, you don't get hurt." He repeated over and over as the mirror fogged with steam from the shower.
Sonny stood outside the bar staring up at the blinking neon horse and cowboy over the entrance. He watched as person after person stepped into the bar dressed in western shirts, jeans and boots. He glanced down at his Cubs t-shirt, cargo shorts and Converse sneakers and shook his head. He noticed Abigail and Lisa B. standing around a table in the back corner as soon as the he entered the bar, and made his way through the crowd of temporary cowboys and cowgirls to the table. The girls giggled and pointed at him when they noticed him approaching. "Nobody told me it was a country bar." he complained to them.
"I texted you we were going to "The County Line Saloon", what did you think it was?" Abigail asked chuckling.
"I'm an idiot, what can I say?" He joked, hugging her hello. He greeted Lisa B. and noticed that there was an extra drink on the table. "Did you already order me a drink?"
"No, not exactly." Abigail replied.
"It's Will's." Lisa B. said, smirking at Sonny playfully. "You remember Will don't you, Sonny?"
Sonny sneered at Abigail, "Will's here? Why didn't you tell me he was coming?"
"I'm sorry, Sonny, but…" Abigail started.
"Don't be mad at her, it was Will's idea not to tell you." Lisa B. cut in.
"Lisa!" Abigail grumbled.
"Will wanted to see you because he was mean to you at the pub." Lisa B. jumped in again.
Abigail glared at Lisa B., "I want that to be the last thing you say."
Lisa B. locked her lips with then tucked the imaginary key down in her cleavage, smiling innocently.
"What is she talking about, Abs?" Sonny asked, just as Will returned from the restroom.
"Hey, Cookie's here!" Will called out, "Hi, Cookie." He teased Sonny, winking at him.
Sonny let out a quick but soft grunt as he caught sight of Will. As if in slow motion, he took mental images of the red and silver plaid shirt wrapped around Will's tight chest, the buttons intentionally fastened to expose the delicate layer of blond chest hair beneath. His worn jeans clung to him perfectly in all the right places, and then the cowboy hat… dear god, the cowboy hat. Sonny felt the front of his shorts tighten and finally realized he was being asked a question. "I'm sorry, what?"
"A drink? Can I get you a drink?" the waitress asked from behind him.
"Yeah, sorry. I didn't hear you. Rum and Coke, lime, lots of ice." he told her.
"You got it. Did you need another one while I get his?" she asked Will.
"I'm good, thanks." Will said, as he took a sip from his drink and nodded to Sonny. Sonny grinned back at him and the two shared another silent moment, trying again to figure the other out.
Abigail and Lisa watched the two of them staring at each other, suddenly unaware of the girl's presence then Will shot a clever look at Abigail. Abigail returned the look knowingly, "Hey, Lisa. Didn't you say you wanted to dance?" she said.
"I did?"
"Yes, you did, remember?" Abigail nodded her head, motioning to Will.
"I wanted to dance with Will?" Lisa asked, confused.
"Jesus." Will mumbled in exasperation at Lisa's dimness.
Sonny grinned at the three of them, "Lisa, Will wants you to go dance with Abigail so he can talk to me alone." He turned to Abigail, "Right?"
"Ohhh, dance. Yeah, I forgot I wanted to dance." Lisa smiled at them. Abigail grabbed her hand a pulled her to the dance floor. "Bye, guys. We're going to go dance." Lisa winked at them as she was drug away.
Will shook his head and rolled his eyes at Sonny. "Sorry about that, Lisa doesn't really understand subtlety."
"Don't worry about it." Sonny said, leaning back as the waitress returned with his drink. "But why all the sneakiness to get me here, I would have come if you just asked." Sonny paid the waitress and took a sip from his drink.
"I wasn't sure, you know, because of yesterday after our talk."
"Yeah, that was kind of weird; I thought we were hitting it off. Was it that phone call?" Sonny asked, "Or did I say something wrong? Because if I did, I'm sorry."
"No, it wasn't you. It wasn't anything you said or did." Will reassured him, "It was… well it doesn't matter what it was. I just wanted to say I was sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that. Are we good?"
"Yeah, we're good." Sonny flashed him a smile.
"Good, I'm glad. So, any new developments on the house or are you still in the planning stages?"
"Still planning, I have to plan everything I do in advance, that's just how I am. " Sonny told him, "I have this whole picture in my head of how I want it to look, but I don't where to start or how to put it on paper, so to speak." Sonny gazed at Will as he spoke thinking of how Will had been on his mind since he first saw him in the bar last week. He tried to convince himself he didn't have time for guys right now with school coming up soon but he could not fight his attraction any longer. "Here goes nothing." He thought to himself as Will started to speak.
"Maybe I can help with that, see I drew these sketches…" Will grabbed his backpack to show Sonny the sketches of the exterior he drew, when Sonny interrupted him.
"Do you want to go out sometime?" Sonny clumsily blurt out.
"What?" Will responded, stunned.
"Do you want to go out sometime? You know, for dinner or drinks or something?"
"But, we're having drinks right now." Will slid the sketch book back into his backpack. "Isn't that good?"
"It is, and I'm having a nice time, but I'm talking about just you me, like a date."
"Jeez, Sonny… Um…" Will was hoping this wouldn't happen; he didn't want to hurt Sonny's feelings.
He saw Will's expression drop and knew what was coming, he tried to salvage his pride as the embarrassment started to sink in. "You know what, forget I said anything. I can see from your face that I misread the situation, I'm sorry. I thought we had a connection there for a second, or whatever, but I guess I was wrong."
"No, Sonny, you weren't wrong. I just…"
"I get it, Will, you're not into me. It's okay." Sonny cut him off.
"Would you let me finish?" Will asked.
"Sorry, go ahead."
"And stop apologizing; you have nothing to be sorry for. Look, you weren't wrong. I mean, I am into you; it's just that, I don't really… I don't date."
"What do you mean you don't date?"
"I don't date. I'm not a relationship guy, they get too complicated."
"Complicated? I'm talking about dinner, Will, maybe a movie or bowling, not a fucking commitment ceremony." Sonny shot back at him, crossly, standing up from his chair.
"Why are you getting mad?" Will asked.
"I'm not mad, I just don't understand. You just said you liked me."
"I do, Sonny, and I want to get to know you better, but why does it have to be a 'date'? Can't we just have fun and hang out, why do we have to define it?"
"Because, Will, I don't want to just hang out. I'm into you. I'm attracted to you. I mean… Jesus, that fucking cowboy hat is making me want to fuck you in the bathroom." Sonny stopped and calmed himself. "That has to mean something, Will."
"No it doesn't Sonny." Will replied eagerly, standing up from his chair to meet Sonny's eyes from the other side of the table. "I'm attracted to you, too. You want to fuck in the bathroom? Let's go! You don't have to plan everything, Sonny. Just do what you want."
Sonny stood there unmoved, staring dejectedly into Will's waiting eyes. "I'm sorry, Will. It's just not me." They exchanged one last look, an unspoken apology of what might have been, when Abigail returned to the table.
"Sorry, I got thirsty, It's hot out there." She took a sip from her drink and noticed the tension between the two as they stared at each other. "Is everything okay?" she asked, looking to each of them.
"Yeah, everything's fine." Sonny said blankly, breaking away from Will's gaze. "I've got to go."
"You're leaving?" Abigail asked, "You just got here."
"I know. Sorry, Abs, I'll talk to you later."
"Sonny, come on." Will pleaded.
"Take it easy, Will." He muttered. And with that, Sonny turned and left.
They watched Sonny leave then Abigail turned and glared at Will. "What did you do?"
Will took his hat off and set it on the table, rubbing his hands through his hair in aggravation. "I fucked up, Abi. What do you want me say? I fucked up. That's not how I wanted that to go."
"How did you want it to go, Will?" she asked accusingly.
"I don't know. Just… not like that." Will sighed and stared at the door. "I got to go." He put the hat back on his head, grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the bar.
"Just leave him alone, Will!" she shouted after him.
Sonny shoved the door open in frustration, tossing his keys in the bowl on the table in the foyer. He stopped and stared at the bowl, the bowl that was meant for his keys, and just his keys. He looked around his living room, still filled with unpacked boxes, flooring samples and fabric samples, each one meticulously placed in its assigned spot, boxes at precise right angles, tile and wood flooring samples neatly stacked by size and color. He walked into the Kitchen, becoming aware of all the containers stacked neatly by size on the counter, every coffee mug placed with the handle pointing directly out. Everything had a place, everything was planned out. He stood with his back to the door, shaking his head in annoyance at himself when someone knocked on the open door behind him.
"Sonny?"
He turned around to Will standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here?"
"Are you okay?" Will asked. "I didn't mean for that to go that way. I'm sorry."
"You keep pissing me off and then tracking me down to apologize, it's pretty annoying." Sonny said, partially kidding, trying not to smile.
"Yeah, I guess I do, don't I?" Will chuckled. He shut the door behind him and put his backpack on the floor, setting the cowboy hat in top of it. "If it's any consolation, I'm not trying to piss you off, but I've been told I have that effect on people."
"It doesn't matter anyway. You were right though, I need to stop planning everything. I mean, look at this place. Everything neatly where it belongs, everything's in perfect order. Do you know why?" Sonny asked him.
"I do, yeah."
"Oh, you do, huh?" Sonny mocked, positive that Will would not understand his compulsion of order. "Why?"
"It's so you're in control."
He looked at him with shock, "That's right."
"I know." Will slowly but deliberately closed the distance between him and Sonny as he softly spoke. "If you're in control then nothing bad can happen, right?"
"Something like that." Sonny answered quietly, leaning against the wall as Will approached.
"It's exhausting though, isn't it?" Will stood inches from Sonny, his blue eyes piercing into him. "Being in control?" He put his hand on the wall next to Sonny's head and leaned in, his mouth hovering just in front of Sonny's. "Don't you want to just let go?"
"I told you, Will. It's not me, I'm not that guy." Sonny nudged forward slightly, trying to connect with his mouth, but Will pulled back slightly at the same time, teasing him.
Will smiled seductively at him. "But you want to be that guy, don't you, Sonny?" He slid his hand down Sonny's chest. "You want to let go." Will moved in closer, pushing Sonny's leg open with his knee, his hand lingered over Sonny's crotch. "You need to let go. Don't you?" Will grabbed Sonny's hard cock in his hand and covered his lips with his.
He moaned into Will's mouth, their tongues circled together desperately and their breathing quickened. Sonny grinded his hips as Will's hand rubbed Sonny's length over his shorts. Will slid his other hand up Sonny's back wrapping his fingers in Sonny's thick hair and pulled it back, breaking their lips from each other and exposing Sonny's neck. Will sunk his teeth into Sonny, sucking and biting gently but passionately. Sonny groaned and whimpered, which only seemed to encourage Will to clamp onto his neck more, biting Sonny hard. "Fuck!" Sonny whimpered aloud, pushing Will away, sending him stumbling back.
Will steadied himself and stared at Sonny hungrily, wiping the string of saliva from his lips with the back of his hand, his chest heaved as he breathed. His blue eyes bore into Sonny, only to be met by equal desperation. Sonny held his neck where Will's mouth was and felt an unusual wetness. He pulled his hand away and looked at, "I'm bleeding." He showed the hand to Will.
Will kept his gaze on him, like a hungry lion on an injured gazelle. "Sorry." He said unapologetically.
Sonny pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Will repeated the action, ripping his shirt open, sending buttons flying and tossing the shirt to the floor. Sonny grinned at Will's bare chest then dropped his shorts to the floor, kicking off his shoes, standing naked and erect in front of Will. Will unzipped his jeans as Sonny purposely walked by him into the bedroom, stopping at the doorway and turning back to Will.
"Get the hat." Sonny told him, sneering at him enticingly. "Keep the boots on."