Will's eyes bore into his, leaving him shaking and wanting. Their mouthes met, first softly but then hungrily and they fell on Sonny's bed. Sonny unbuttoned Will's shirt patiently and Will helped him, their fingers grazing the other's skin. Sonny slid a hand under the fabric and caressed Will's back, feeling powerful and humbled. He kissed Will's neck who moaned and attacked Sonny's own buttonless shirt. They peeled each other like onions until the last consumable core of nakedness.
It was a long hushed night, with many soft words spoken from the heart and a few swears, coming from the lust. Sonny had never felt that aroused simply by a touch or a slight move. Then, Will was inside him, hitting him so well he wanted to scream his name at the top of his lungs. Instead, he caught Will's hand from behind and pressed his finger as softly as he could, given how whipped up he was. Will was whispering "Sonny" on and on and that in itself was sending him over the edge. They made love slowly and with a strange desperation, especially from Will's side. He gave Sonny all he could and when it was over, he got up and went to take a shower. Sonny waited him to come back while cleaning himself rapidly with handkerchiefs. When he finally entered the room again, Will looked like a ghost. Sonny patted the mattress as an invitation. Will ignored it and slipped under his own bed sheets. Sonny's chest tore up in a neat straight line. No way. Will couldn't be like that.
Apparently he was. Sonny recognized the soft breathing of Will's sleep. He lay down, not knowing what to feel. After about an hour, Will's breathing became strained and staccatoed. Was he weeping? Sonny put his boxers back on and walked to the other bed. He put his hand on Will's forehead "You're OK?" He heard sobs in the voice "I... I can't Sonny. I would have wanted... Don't hate me please..." Of course Will wasn't 'like that'. There was something and he wouldn't tell him. They didn't know each other well. Will didn't trust him. At least, he could try and achieve that. The hopes and feelings that invaded his mind earlier would have to be suppressed, maybe forever. But if he could help Will, it wouldn't feel like such a fucking waste. "I don't hate you. Let's enjoy the moment together. Finish visiting the city. Talk about us... I mean, of our lives." An arm came around his shoulder and he found himself lying next to Will on the very narrow bed. He felt a kiss on his temple "Thanks. And thanks for earlier. That was my first time... With a man. I had never..." Sonny hadn't even noticed it. They had fit like two gloves that would be woven into the other's fingers. He was going to miss that, a lot.
He woke up, still held by Will and did not move to make that moment last as long as he could. Today would be today. He would just have to be careful not to fall in love. Surely he could do that.
They visited the rest of Gaudi's buildings and got directions to the Miro museum. They had not let out the other one's hand since they departed the hostel in the morning. Nobody was paying attention. Sonny knew that Spain was one of the first countries to allow gay marriage. He hoped Salem's state laws would change and one day he could get married in front of his family there. Wow, why was he thinking of marriage now? He focused on the fascinating exposition of paintings and sculptures, giving Will a few pieces of information about them "Where did you learn that stuff?" "I took an art appreciation class at college for my first year." He realized he didn't know Will's age. He had a feeling he was younger than him "What about you? You've started college yet?" Will shook his head "I won't. Maybe way later, I don't know. I'm on a sabbatical and when I'll be home I'll work for my grandmother's company." "Cool." there was a blank in the conversation, then Will showed signs of nervousness and directed them to the exit. Sonny didn't dare argue. He could have stayed longer but he was discovering two things simultaneously: Catalonia and Will. Both were rich in sights and satisfactory finds, but also tortuous and way too dense to understand so fast. They planned to visit Girona the next day. Sonny didn't know how many days Will was staying and didn't want to ask. He would leave at the same time, he knew that.
This time, they asked around at the hostel for a gay club and chose the nearest. They showered and change and Sonny got his hand back, moist from the constant holding. He looked at it in the shower as if it was a new thing. He finally put it under the water and washed Will's scent away. He dressed as sharply as he could, all in black, in an attempt to show Will what he would be missing. It was childish but he needed to do it. Will's jaw dropped and he stayed with his shirt unbuttonned, gaping. Sonny walked to him and fastened it deftly. A look passed between them that said lots of contradicting things. He could feel that Will liked him and that the strong attraction was reciprocal. But there was almost a warning in the blue eyes. 'I'm toxic' they said. Sonny didn't believe it but took a step back and showed Will the way.
The club wasn't opened yet so they went to a bar. Will took out his cell to get the spanish words he needed and Sonny read them and walked to the bartender. The man smiled in response and chuckled but he gave them what they wanted. A guy seated on a bar stool laughed too and said "Your spanish accent is terrible! Are you an American?" "We are, yeah." The man turned and saw Will. He grinned and said "Well, your mate and you are staying long in Catalonia?" "I don't know for Will, but I'm looking for ideas of places to visit actually." "What do you like to do?" "Well, mountain climbing, first..." The man tapped his shoulder. "Great, a fellow mountaineer! What's your last conquest?" Sonny tried and look modest "The Mont Blanc. Before that K2..." The man's jaw dropped "And here I was about to tell you about the Pyrénées that I'm headed to! I guess those will be too easy for you..." Sonny grinned "I would love to climb them, actually. Are you part of a club or team?" "Yep! We're all British but I'm sure you'd be welcome in our midst. I'm from Scotland myself." That explained the accent. Sonny hadn't been able to place it "I'm Sonny and this is Will." "I'm Charlie." Sonny was happy he had made a friend. They talked a lot and at one moment, Sonny turned to Will to grab his jacket to pay a new round and saw a look of hurt in his eyes. He was taken aback. The guy was probably straight and anyway Will was the one who put the stops on. It wasn't as if they'd excluded him from the conversation either. Charlie was friendly and apparently open-minded as he whispered to him when they left for the club "Looks like your date doesn't like us hitting it on. You can tell him I'm into women only, that way, you still have a chance of getting lucky tonight..." Sonny nodded and ran after Will. "Will wait! I want to ask you something..." Will sighed "Yeah?" "When is your plane leaving?" That wasn't the right thing to ask. Will threw him a few dark blue daggers with his eyes "You want me gone already?" Sonny felt physically hurt. And sad. "No, I... I don't want to make plans with those guys until you've left. You've made it clear this wasn't going to continue between us and although I would have liked to, a lot, I need something to look forward to..." Now Will looked worse. "I'm sorry, I'm overreacting. You don't owe me anything... I'm leaving tomorrow night." Sonny took a sharp noisy breath in. "I would change the date if I could, but I can't afford it. The new ticket would be full price." Sonny nodded, defeated. "I understand. We don't function the same way at all..." "No. I planned all my travel in advance. It's cheaper that way." Sonny smiled a little "When I want to fly, I go find an Internet café and look for last-minute deals. If one of the destination seems fine, I book it." "And if there's none?" "Then I take a train or I look for a job. I like to take my time. You can meet more interesting people that way..." He stopped, not wanting to make a blunder. Will shrugged "Let's go now, there might be a queue..."