Will's POV
Will's first class began at 8:00 a.m. on the day after Labour Day, which was a Tuesday. The Class was in the Desmarais Building, DVM 1100 with prof. D Horvitz. It was just a ten minute walk from his room to the classroom, but he had arrived fifteen minutes early in order to get a good seat. He had been warned that first year classes could be quite large, and crowded. He arrived and got a seat in the middle of this large amphitheatre type room, and was quickly surrounded by fellow students. He didn't know anyone and it seemed as if everyone else was being as shy about introducing themselves as he was, so he just settled in his chair and thought about his life in Ottawa so far. His thoughts lingered to his time alone with Sonny the night before.
After the treasure hunt, and the supper, and after the other activities including the dance, and the awarding of prizes including the Fundraising trophy to the 17-18 Stanton team, the shower and the dip in the pool, Will and Marc were in their room talking. Will couldn't believe how accepting Marc was and that, in the space of only a few hours, they had not only become friends but practically brothers. "Although", Will thought to himself, "things have been going pretty fast on a lot of fronts lately." And after the conversation went from comparing histories to the What-are-you-going-to-be-in-five-years game, Marc steered the conversation to just that very topic. "So Will, things have been going rather fast for you lately. I mean, I don't wish to pry, or interfere, and I like Sonny a lot. But, are you sure you aren't progressing a bit too fast?" And that's when Will and Marc both heard. "Marc, that is a good question but don't you think Will and I should be the ones discussing that?" Will looked towards the open doorway and found Sonny peeking through it, and smiling. Will thought: "Maybe it is time to learn to close doors." Max said to Sonny: "Sorry Sonny. Me. Prying. Not." And Sonny simply replied: "Marc, it's a legitimate question; one that I'm dying to know the answer to. And I promise you that Will, or I, will keep you in the loop; since you basically were the one to speed us along in the first place." And then Sonny smiled that big, warm smile that Will felt he could just drown in. "Will, I know it's getting late, but could you join me in my room, just for a second, please?" And so he did.
Will was interrupted from his reverie by whispering, some rustling in the front and a rather good looking man in his early thirties walking to the podium in the front of the class. Will could visibly hear intakes of breath, mostly coming for the young ladies in the room. Will, must admit that Daniel Horvitz was rather good-looking: chiselled facial features, a body you could tell was muscular even through his loose dress shirt. And based on the cooing going on around him Prof. Horvitz was very charismatic. The professor launched into a spiel concerning his career, which was almost word for word the same spiel he had heard from Sonny, so Will drifted off into memory-land once more.
Will followed Sonny into his Floor Leader's lounge; Sonny indicated that Will should take a seat on the couch while Sonny closed the door. As Will sat down, he thought over what he was going to say to Sonny. He knew what Sonny wanted to talk to him about and he was both excited about it and dreading it at the same time. Sonny joined Will on the couch. Will was at one end and Sonny was on the other. They looked at each other for a moment. Then Sonny said: "Will, I had a great time holding your hand today." Sonny smiled, and a twinkle in his eyes suggested that he enjoyed more than just holding Will's hand. "And I must tell you how proud I am at how you handled Max and all the rest of it. I hope you aren't overwhelmed, because, truthfully, I think I would be if I were in your shoes." Tears started forming in Will's eyes. Sonny was proud of him. Only a few people have made him feel this special, in fact really only two: one was his Grandma Marlena, and the other was Neil. Sonny continued: "Will, you said something today, something to Max. And I would like you to clarify it.", and something in Sonny's tone told Will it was far more than clarification that Sonny wanted. Will supposed that something in his own eyes betrayed his insecurities, because Sonny continued:" Will, when you confronted Max, when you talked about Neil", Will interrupted:" Sonny. Please understand. I loved Neil. He helped me accept myself for who I am. But I have to tell you the truth. If, by a miracle, Neil woke up suddenly, I would be torn. From the moment I saw you, I felt so guilty, because I knew that I was finally home. Does that make sense to you? Sonny, I…I "
Will was again jolted out of daydreaming. Sonny had warned Will that the professor liked to ask a question and then direct the question towards someone who the professor felt was the smartest, or more likely the prettier of his students. Will was extremely surprised that the question seemed to be directed at him. He looked around just to make sure. He saw the professor smile: "Yes, the question was directed at you young man. Would you like me to repeat it?" Will nodded." What would be a challenge to a Canadian in regards to International Development and/or Globalization? Will frowned. He knew, from Sonny that whatever answer he gave, it would be torn apart. He tried to look thoughtful and then said: "Sir, it would be presumptuous for me to answer since I am an American and I've only lived in Canada for the last four days." The professor looked at Will and said simply: "Fair enough." And then he smiled and proceeded to ask a rather studious looking young lady the same question. Unfortunately for that young lady, she did not get the memo, and proceeded to expound laboriously of the topic. Will couldn't help himself. His mind wondered and he was back to Sonny and his conversation with Will.
Sonny suddenly moved closer to Will, put one hand on Will's thigh and used his other hand to caress Will's face. "I know what you are going to say. And it makes me really happy, Will. I love you too. And I understand how you feel. It seems impossible, but I can't deny the feelings I have for you; that I have had from the very beginning, any more than you could, when you confronted Max." Will was ecstatic to hear that. He was afraid that Sonny didn't have the same intensity of feelings for him as he had for Sonny. But Sonny did. Something stirred in Will and he jerked forward grabbed at Sonny's hair and kissed Sonny on the lips with such fervour that it caused Sonny to fall backwards.
Will was jerked out his daydream by prof. Horvitz saying: "Alright class, that's enough for today. You have your handouts, lecture notes and a list of reading material and textbooks to purchase, so I suggest you go ahead and do that." Will went up to leave and was stopped by prof. Horvitz walking up to him. "And here we go", thought Will. "So you are an American? And what's your name so I don't have to keep calling you 'Hey You'." Will smiled, as non-committal a smile as he possibly could. "I'm Will Horton, sir." And Daniel Horvitz tried to put on the charm. " Well Will, on one of the hand-outs are my office hours, if you need any extra tutoring, in order to get the Canadian perspective, please feel free to call the office and we can set an appointment." Will simply said: "Well thank you sir", and as he backed away and headed for the door he heard the professor say: "Mr. Kenney, I'd like a word".
Will texted Marc and Sonny saying classes let out early and that he would head to the University Bookstore. Marc texted back: "Sill in class." And Sonny texted:" I'm close to Desmarais ATM. Meet you in 5." Will took a seat on one of the benches and waited for Sonny, and his mind wandered yet again.
Will kissed Sonny with a passion and intensity that he had never, in his entire life, had ever felt before. Sonny responded in kind. Will, who was now straddling Sonny, who was now lying on his back, started to remove his T-shirt. His actions were stopped by two strong hands pulling his t-shirt back down. Will looked bewildered and dejected, for just a split second. "Will, stop. Please stop just for a second."
Will looked at Sonny. Sonny's eyes were filled with love and need and want, but also a little concern. Will's voice was filled with anxiety and he pleaded: "I want you Sonny. Please, can we do this?" Sonny's arms still held Will back. "Will, I want you so bad, I think you can feel how much I want you. But this is too far, too fast. You should see yourself Will, your eyes looked crazed; you're fighting something. What is it?" Will stopped struggling, turned his head and tears started streaming down his face. Sonny grabbed Will and pulled Will toward him. With one hand on the back of Will's head he guided it to his chest. "I'm sorry Sonny, I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to use you. It's just…" And Will sobbed some more.
After a while, Will's sobs subsided, primarily because Sonny was "shhh"ing in his ear and saying: "It's okay Will." Will propped himself up in his elbows, looked Sonny in the eyes and said: "Sonny, every time I close my eyes I get an image in my head of Nick, and what he did to me. I don't want to be scared anymore. And I want to be able to close my eyes and only think of you." Sonny smiled and said: "I know Will. And I promise to help you with that. I just want to go slow, because I don't want to scare you off. I am in this for the long haul Will. We will work at this together, but not today." Sonny took Will's head in his hands and guided Will's lips towards his own and gently kissed him. Will then laid his head back on Sonny's chest and sighed deeply.
When Will returned to his room, Marc was in bed, the light still on, reading a book. As Will closed the door, Marc went up to him, hugged him and started to look him over. Will pulled back and asked with indignant curiosity: "Marc, what are you doing? Marc looked at Will and said cheekily: "Looking for hickies" Will rushed to his bed, grabbed a pillow and swung it towards Marc's middle, who started to laugh hysterically. Will rolled his eyes and said: "Bonne nuit Marc."
A gentle pressure on his shoulder awoke Will from his daydream. It was Sonny, who smiled and said: "What are you smiling about Will?" Will got up from his seat, turned towards Sonny and said: "yesterday." Will then leaned forward and gave Sonny a gentle kiss. Will and Sonny then heard from beside them: "I see the two American boys found each other." Sonny frowned, turned and said:" Hello Daniel"