A/N: I think it's time for Will's POV in this story. Here we go!
You text Sonny from your Mom's house. 'On my way, should be there by 6. Can't wait 2 c u!' Quickly dropping off the toy truck Johnny left in your car the other day, you give kisses and hugs to your siblings and head back out.
"Stay Will, please!" Allie begs as you turn to leave right away.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I'll come over some time soon, but I have plans tonight," you try to reason with her gently.
"Awww. Are your plans with Sonny?" she pouts at you, melting your big-brother heart.
"Yes."
"But you see him all the time!" Allie is whining at you now.
"Not this week, Allie. We've both been so busy I've seen more of you than him!" You are never going to win this one, but it doesn't stop you from trying.
"It's becuz' they love each other, Allie," her younger sister explains to her wisely.
"That's exactly right, Sydney," you wink at her, like you now share a secret. "I love Sonny, and one day you might just find someone you love, too!"
"YUCK!" you hear times three.
"You might change your mind one day," you say as you give them each one more squeeze. "Love you, see you soon."
Finally you are on your way home. It's true that you have hardly seen Sonny all week. It's also true that you have been looking forward to your dinner date all day. You will actually get to spend more than 20 minutes with the love of your life, enjoying a relaxing meal you don't have to try and shove down your throat in 5 minutes between class and work and other obligations. Home. You cannot wait. And you press your foot a little harder to the gas pedal.
"Mr Horton, you are late." You are barely in the front door when a very stern voice greets you.
"Sonny?" you question sweetly, hoping you can ease your tardiness with a little flirting. The room is a bit dark, only the light above the stove is on, and you can't make out where he is. Out of habit, you flip on the overhead lamp, drop your bag and close the door with a slam.
"Sonny..." you try again, a little louder.
"That's Officer Kiriakis or Sir to you."
You look over to the kitchen table and standing in front of it is your boyfriend, dressed head to toe in crisp navy blue. He has on a utility belt with a flashlight, keys and handcuffs hanging from it. You meet his eyes from across the room, and your knees go completely weak. Sonny has found the police officer's uniform you had packed away in your bottom drawer, hoping to put it to use this weekend. The pants fit him perfectly and are snug in the most perfect places. From the front you see his finely accentuated package and know that the view will be equally as wonderful from the back. The button-down shirt hugs his pecs and shoulders nicely and the top is open just enough to see the beginning of Sonny's smooth, tanned chest. Sonny's arms are crossed in front of him, and he is staring at you.
"Off-officer Kiriakis?" you stammer trying to regain control over your body.
"Yes, Mr. Horton," he remains in his stance, unmoving, not blinking.
"I'm very sorry I am late, but my brother and sisters started begging me to stay, and I had to stop to explain to them..." you are babbling but can't help it. You watch for some sort of response from Sonny, but you get nothing.
"No excuses, Horton, You are still late."
You see a corner of Sonny's mouth twitch a little and recognize that he is serious about playing this game. There is no way you can compete; he is clearly the authority in this apartment. And quite frankly you are somewhere between genuinely scared and incredibly turned on. Well, if you can't beat him, join him, right? "My deepest apologies, sir, it won't happen again. Are you going to arrest me?" Resisting the urge to smile, you hold up your hands in surrender.
"Is this attitude I hear from you Mr Horton? Do you not think this is serious business?" Sonny starts to walk towards you, holding your gaze. Your heart beats faster in anticipation of his closeness. "Turn around please and put your hands on the door." Moving slowly, as if in slow motion, you face the door and put your hands on it across from your shoulders. "Spread your legs, please." There is no doubt that you are more aroused than frightened now. And if Sonny, Officer Kiriakis, frisks you even slightly, he'll know it too.
"Yes, sir," you croak, between quickened breaths.
You hear footsteps behind you and feel a firm touch on your arms. Turning your head, you try to look at Sonny, you need to see those warm, seductive brown eyes.
"Face forward, Mr Horton."
You jerk your head back towards the door and mumble, "yes, sir."
"Okay, then, I am going to resume my search." His hands are soon back on you, patting down your shoulders, chest, and back, to your waist and hips. As he gets closer to your stomach, you let out the air that you've been holding. Trying to calm down, you close your eyes and focus on your breathing. It's ragged and far from steady, but it helps you momentarily from collapsing to the floor. Sonny's hands move a little slower now, softer, as he lifts your shirt from the waistband of your jeans and places his palms on your skin.
"Oh, shit, Sonny," you forget his previous orders.
"Mr Horton," he scolds, releasing his touch.
"Sorry, Officer, sir."
"That's more like it," he whispers dangerously close to your ear. Holy shit! You can't think, you can't breathe, you can't focus on anything but the smells and sounds of Sonny standing behind you, mere inches from you. You can feel his heat, and you shift a little as your arousal presses against the zipper of your jeans. "Do you have something you are trying to hide, Mr Horton?" Sonny asks inquisitively yet knowingly. You can feel him fighting to smile.
"No, sir," you answer innocently.
"I guess we'll see about that." And before you know it, his hands are back on your stomach, back under your shirt, exploring your abdominal muscles. Restraint is no longer an option, and you let out a glorious moan as Sonny's fingers move beneath your belt. Moving his right hand down the front of your pants, he firmly grabs your cock through your boxers and wraps his fingers completely around you. Gasping, your body trembles involuntarily. Sonny's left hand holds your hip tightly, steadying you.
"Do you have paperwork for this weapon, Mr Horton?" he strokes you with his strong, confident hands, and you lose all your senses momentarily.
Sparking back to life, even in this vulnerable state, you can't resist. "Paperwork, Officer Kiriakis?" you retort a bit more sure of yourself now. "What kind of paperwork would that be? A permit to pitch a tent? Consent to cum?" and you are impressed with your cleverness. Apparently Sonny is too. You feel him first before you hear him; his body starts shaking with laughter, and he can no longer keep up the facade. He's chuckling openly now, but his hands stay where they are. He might be willing to give up the role playing but he's certainly not willing to give up the act.
As your laughter ceases and your breathing regulates, Sonny starts his languid journey back down below your belly button, following the dark hair to your still-hard cock.
"Jeez, Sonny...err, sir..." even though his hands never came out of your pants, his touch still surprises you and takes your breath away.
"Sonny is just fine now, Will," he is in your hair, on your neck, his lips light as a feather around the collar of your shirt. "Look at me, Will," Sonny whispers his request, and you turn around, eyes focused on your feet. His hands have shifted around to your ass, and he is kneading you softly, making you take a step forward to bring him even closer. "Will," his voice pleads, "look at me. Please." You lift your eyes slowly, deliberately and stop directly in front of his. Brown eyes bore into blue ones, sharing unspoken desires, promises of trust, a lifetime of love.
Using your recently freed hands, you reach for Sonny's face, caressing his cheeks softly with your thumbs, moving to his lips as his mouth parts in anticipation.
"Kiss me, Will," Sonny's voice is husky with want. Your eyes move to his lips, and you lean into to brush his with yours. It's obviously not the first time you've kissed, but it is so spectacular, so amazing that you each look slightly stunnned when you part.
"God, Will, that was magical. You feel so incredible, and I feel like I can't get enough." And that's it, his words set you free and you dig your hands into his hair and crash your lips back together. Panting, breathless, the two of you fall into a rhythm of tongue and lips and teeth, emitting pleasurable whimpers simultaneously.
"I want your shirt off, Sonny," and you fumble with the buttons.
"Just pull, Will," Sonny sounds desperate, reaching to help.
"No!" you shout a bit more loudly than you intended. Raising his eyebrows, Sonny waits for your explanation. "I want to be able to wear this for you sometime, too." You grin at each other, ridiculously happy and giddy with excitement. "Son," you pause to catch your breath, "can we move this to the bedroom? My legs are ready to give out at any moment now. I don't think they can hold me up much longer." Pulling his hands from your trousers, Sonny reaches behind you, one hand on a cheek and another on your back, and lifts you into his arms.
"Sonny!" you are completely taken aback and completely smitten with this man. "Take me to bed, my love," you say wrapping your arms around his neck.
"As you wish," and he carries you there.
Once he is undressed, you take your time to explore every inch of skin with eyes and fingers. You spend extra time on his back, massaging shoulders, neck, biceps. Facing you once again, Sonny finishes removing your clothes, pushing you back on the bed to remove your socks. His fingers leave a trail of heat up your calves, to your thighs and then to your hips. His glance never wavering from yours, he crawls up between your legs and swiftly takes your full length into his mouth.
"Ahhhh...yes, yes..." is all you can manage as he moves up and down, lingering on the slit, tasting you with his tongue and lips. Your whole body is tingling now; pleasure keeps building and you know the last thing you want from him before you let go. "Sonny, please, I want you inside of me." This time his breath hitches, and he moves off of you, licking his lips.
"Good. Because there's nothing more I want right now than to be inside of you, Will," and he uses his gentle technique to open you, spread you to welcome him in. Making his entrance, Sonny slides into you slowly, drawing out a series of moans from the both of you. Sonny props your legs on his chest and shoulders and presses flush against your body, his cock deep in you. Gripping the sheets tightly, you know from the sounds you both are making that it won't be long. Sonny's not touching you directly, but as he pulls out and pushes back inside, his hips and stomach brush up against your cock, sending you into a whirlwind of pleasure. Sonny picks up his pace, and his hands grip your thighs and hips as he thrusts.
"Harder," you gasp, your throat completely dry.
"Will, I'm so close," he moves even faster, shifting just slightly so he's hitting your most tender, gratifying spot. Knowing you are close, too, you reach out for his hand and hold it close to you. Screaming together, you both climax, releasing with such fervor, such passion, that you feel your bodies succumbing completey to exhaustion. Sonny continues pumping into you until he is thoroughly spent and then falls onto you, his head meeting your chest, arms reaching to circle you. Sonny withdraws and climbs the remaining distance to you and places numerous sweet, gentle kisses on your lips. You are almost too tired to respond, but you can never resist your boyfriend's touch. How is it possible that you keep falling more and more in love with this man? How is it possible that you could fit together so perfectly, almost like you were made for each other? How is it possible to be so unbelievably happy when just a few short months ago, you were barely even speaking? What makes it possible is love. Unconditional, uncompromising, faithful and true. You are soulmates; you are sure of it.
"So," you muse lightly after laying in silence for a while, "we didn't get a chance to use the handcuffs." You're teasing, knowing that Sonny's been pushing to use them since you first mentioned this cop fantasy.
"Don't worry, we've got the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow to continue this. But we should probably eat something, you know, keep our strength up." He props himself on his elbow and pulls lightly at the dark hairs on your chest. "You know what I find totally sexy about you?"
"Everything?" you quickly offer.
"Well, pretty much, but specifically what I find so sexy is the dark hair of your eyebrows, your chest, around your belly and down to your cock. There's just something so hot about a guy who has blond hair up top and dark hair everywhere else." You tilt your head slightly, enjoying his compliment but feeling awkward at the same time. You probably won't ever get used to the praise he lavishes on you constantly.
"Let's eat," you bring that conversation to an end. "Should I make some pasta and a salad?"
"Sounds great," he says, kissing you on the chest before getting up. "I love you, Will."
"And I love you, Sonny." Slipping into your boxers and a t-shirt, you both move to the kitchen to work together on dinner.
Full and satisfied, you are finishing cleaning off the stove when you hear Sonny come up behind you. A sharp finger points into your back, "hands in the air, Horton," and you know what's coming next. You drop the sponge into the sink and raise your hands out in front of you.
"Please, sir, don't shoot." Sonny whips you around to face him and without hesitation snaps your wrists into cold handcuffs. Laughing, he winks at you and starts moving his hands all over you. Not being able to return his touch is driving you crazy, and you strain against the metal holding you hostage.
"Sonny," you stop to ask a serious question.
"Yes, Will," he takes a break from his zealous assault.
"Make sure you can get these off of me before we go any further."
"Will, I've got the key, we'll be able to get them off. Do we have to do this now?" Sonny is giving you his best, most earnest puppy-dog eyes, and you almost acquiesce.
"I'm sorry," following your instincts, wanting to make sure you can actually get out when you want to.
"Fine," he moves to the desk and removes a set of tiny keys from one of the drawers. "Come here," and you are there, arms stretched while he tries the first key. It fits in easily and as he turns, progress stops. He wiggles it a little, thinking to loosen the lock. It still doesn't budge. "Hmmm..." he says more to himself, "I'll get the other key. That's why they always include two."
"What do you mean you are getting the other key? What's wrong with the first one?" your voice raises slightly as you start to feel anxious.
"Stop worrying, Will. Here, let's try this one," and he proceeds to try the second key in the same way with the same lack of success. "Will?" he looks at you biting his lower lip.
"Yes..." you say skeptically.
"Neither of these keys work on the handcuffs." His tone is matter of fact.
"What?" you scream.
"Shhhh...Will, we have neighbors, remember?"
You apologize, "Sorry, I just thought I heard you say that none of the keys work to open the handcuffs."
Wrinkling his nose and grimacing, he admits, "I did say that Will. These keys don't work. I can't get you out of them."
Pulling at the cuffs, pacing nervously, you exclaim, "Oh my gosh, Sonny, what the hell do we do now?"