Note: Can you believe it, another chapter already! I'm liking the late night inspiration.
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This chapter is especially for nicole.1 (you'll know why once you read it)
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T drops on the couch, shaking Chad's equilibrium and dislodging a few of his chips. Chad picks up the falling chips from the seat and his lap then stuffs them into his mouth. T gets comfortable, resting both hands on the back of the couch and propping his legs up on the coffee table. Chad offers a beer before grabbing one from the cooler to hand to his guest. They silently watch the game, neither saying much until a goal is scored in the second half of the game.
The room comes alive at that point and things go flying including crumbs from the bottom of the chip bowl and beer from bottles belonging to both boys. Cheers and moans of cheating referees echo in the small room. Chad is standing in outrage, his fist in the air when he turns to look at his friend who is smiling while fist pumping.
"Get out of my house."
The smile slowly disappears from T's face when Chad's frown does not turn upside down. "Dude, what?…I…"
The index finger on Chad's right hand points to the door. "Out!"
"Come on man, seriously?" Disbelief marks T's face but his friend isn't budging and he can't believe he's been friends with this guy for years. He looks around the room and notes the massive Manchester United poster that takes up a whole section of the living room wall. He's seen it before but right thing it looks more imposing than ever. Is Chad really kicking him out because he's not sharing for Man U? The guy is crazy or really drunk. "Chad? Just because I'm an Arsenal fan?"
"No one fist pumps in my apartment." Then a huge grin spreads across his face as he falls unto the couch. "I have a strict no-fist-pumping rule."
"You asshole!" T punches Chad in the arm and reclaims his position on the seat. Chad rubs the pain away as he tries to get his laughter under control. "You see this is why I need Will around. Where is he by the way? Thought he'd be over here already."
"Our young friend is on a date tonight." He gets off the couch to refill his snacks.
"With that Sonny dude?" T asks with a sneer as he opens another beer.
"What is your problem with that guy?" Chad comes back his seat and pulls out a beer. He offers the bowl to his guest.
"I don't trust him." He rests the beer on the coffee table then palms some chips. "Did you see that superior attitude he had the other day at Abby's? Like hey, I'm a Kiriakis, my family is wealthy and I climb fucking mountains."
"You need to calm down man, he's not that bad." Chad downs half the beer then turns his eyes back to the game.
"How the hell did Will meet that guy anyway? And I don't buy all that bullshit he sprouted at Abby's."
Another goal is scored and the shot ties the game with fifteen minutes left. Chad jumps and hollers at the television is support of his favorite team. He turns to T to rub the current victory in his face but his friend is still seating with his eyes focused on the beer label.
"Hey man, relax okay. Sonny isn't a bad guy." He taps T on the shoulder and the eyes finally leave the label to look at Chad. "Okay, so how they met is kinda funny but Will is a big boy."
His head perks up. "Why is it funny?"
"Why is what funny?"
"How Will and Sonny met."
Chad turns back to the television and buries a smirk in his beer. Every time he remembers Will's account of that morning laughter wells up inside and there is nothing he can do about it. If something like that was going to happen to one of them he would have said T, the guy gets crazy when they go out. But Will, that made it fucking hilarious. The guy never does anything, except when it comes to his mother, without thinking it through first and even then he's often too shy to act.
He starts to choke when the beer enters his trachea. Serves him right for trying to hide laughter with beer.
"Man you have to tell me what really happened." T helps his buddy out by knocking his back. "I knew there was more to the story. Come on, tell me, tell me. You and Will are my best friends and I tell you guys everything. It's totally bogus that you're keeping this from me. So tell me, man. What happened? You know if this was the other way around I wouldn't hesitate to tell me. Did Will make you promise not to say anything? If he did…"
"Shut up man! Alright, fine I'll tell you."
T leans against the back of the couch then rubs a hand over his face. He looks at Chad with incredulity. "So when I called Will that morning he really was in some strange dude's apartment."
Chad nods vigorously as he tries to catch the last few minutes of the game. "Yep. Can you believe it?"
"Shit, he must have been terrified. What happened afterwards?" T chuckles a little at his friend's misfortune.
"Let's just say Will started to remember a few details about the night."
In the final minute of the game Manchester United scores a goal bringing the score to one-two. The excitement coming from the broadcast rips him away from the conversation with T and he hoots and hollers in victory for his team.
T is sitting, the story Chad just laid out is still sinking in. He can't believe Will slept with that guy on the first night they met and the guy was in Will's closet when T went to drag him back to Chad's. What the hell is wrong with Will Horton?
Okay, maybe is this was happening to someone else other than his best friend he would think it was fucking hilarious. T has been protecting Will since middle school. When other kids tried to pick on him T was there to shut them up with his words or with his fists. And when he got detention Will would sit outside and wait for him, they would walk home together and T would tell Will all the things to say to those losers the next time they tried something.
They aren't in middle school anymore but that doesn't mean he stopped protecting his best friend. He should have kept a closer eye at the club, especially after Will downed those shots like they were apple juice. If he'd looked out for his buddy instead of chasing tail then none of what happened would have happened. Will wouldn't have met Sonny and he would still be saving his first time for someone special.
How the hell did it go from running into each other at a club to ending up in the guy's apartment? Even when he's drunk Will is never reckless. What if that asshole Sonny drugged him? He's heard of guys who like to do that. They scope out the club and look for their victims. Shit, Will could be on a date with a rapist.
"Chad." His friend is busy reveling in victory and doesn't hear his name being called. "Chad!"
Chad pulls his eyes away from the screen to face T. The merriment dies away and he can guess he's gonna have to tell a lot more of this story to wipe that worried look off T's face. He feels guilty for sharing Will's secret but he's already planned out ten ways to kill T if he tells anyone else.
"I'll be fine. I'm a big boy." He half turned when Will spoke again.
"I'm a cop." Sonny gasped with surprise. Was he really a cop? Will they get busted for that drink Tyler had because Sonny was sure that thing was not legal. "Well, not a cop." He scrunched his face, thinking hard about how to explain. "My grandfather is a cop and my step-dad and I'm related to half the Salem PD so I guess that makes me…umm."
"Like a junior cop?" Sonny supplied and received the sexiest smile.
"Yeah!" They both giggled a little. "So I should walk you home to protect you from bad guys."
"Ok."
They start the journey to Sonny's apartment, walking side by side as they trek slowly down the side walk. Street lights illuminate the path and makes it not quite as scary to walk down the deserted street.
"So your family is filled with cops." Sonny states, and then stops suddenly as he tries to sort out his thoughts. "Have you noticed that when you are drunk everything is in 3D. Those light…" he points to a set of lights a block away "…look like they are coming towards me." He starts walking again. "You can arrest Tyler if you want." He leans into Will to whisper. "For serving alcohol to a minor."
The tingle of his breath on Will's neck causes Will's cheeks to turn pink. "I'll make sure they know that I was a volunteer."
"You don't have to do that." Sonny's smile causes Will to stumble but strong hands are there to prevent him from falling."Officer, I think you are definitely drunk."
"So are you." They both laugh.
"Do you always walk guys home?" Sonny's fingers are still on Will's arm, even after ensuring Will is steady on his feet. But the fingers aren't grabbing like before. Now they are soft against his arm, lingering in their caress.
"Just the cute ones." Sonny laughs again and Will could get use to that laugh. He feels brave after saying the words. Empowered by the dusty lighting and liquor.
"Does it happen often?" He works his bottom lip between his teeth and Will's eyes focus there.
"No, this is the first time. I'm very picky."
"Hmm."
They walk in silence. Sonny's hand slowly slips down Will's arm until their fingers meet, palms rub against each other then the fingers intertwine. Will looks down at their hand, mesmerized by how well they fit together and just how natural it is to rest his hand in Sonny's. He is so focused on their hands that he missed a rise in the sidewalk and stubbles again. Sonny's hand pulls out of his to once more grab his arm and prevent him from falling.
"I think I should be the one walking you home."
"Sorry. I'm not usually so clumsy."
"No worries, I'll blame it on the cute guy you happen to be walking with. We're almost at my place, just another block. I think. Yeah, another block."
Why couldn't Sonny live further away so they could keep walking and his hand could stay on Will's arm for a lot longer. Will urges Sonny's hand to slip down like before but when it doesn't he reaches up and pulls the fingers away before intertwining them once more with his.
When they are close enough Sonny points out the building and Will's heart sinks. Soon they are entering the parking lot and walking towards the entrance. Hands are still linked with the hold getting even tighter. Will doesn't want to let go and he can sense Sonny doesn't want to either. When they reach the entrance Sonny pauses but Will assures him that his services extent to the door of his apartment. What if something bad happens between the entrance and his apartment door? You can never be too careful.
His heart is heavy but pounding harder than it ever has. Sonny's hand starts to pull out of his but then he begins playing with Will's fingers. Giving each digit equal attention before moving on to the palm. It sends electricity through Will's body.
A dark brown door looms before them. Sonny removes his keys from his pocket and the jingling sound breaks Will's heart. Sonny's hand falls away from his, then he turns to face Will. It's the goodbye Will is dreading.
"Will, thanks for …" He didn't think, he just acted. He holds Sonny's face between his hands and kisses him hard. It erases the earlier kiss, the one outside the bar with a guy whose face he's already forgotten.
Sonny moans and Will pushes past his lips to slip his tongue into Sonny's mouth. They stumble backwards with the force of the kiss; Sonny's back ending up against his apartment door. All the confidence Will has is thrown into the kiss. It feels like he has been doing this forever; kissing Sonny's lips, tasting him tongue.
Sonny's hands are on Will's hips, kneading and pulling him closer until he is fully up against him and they can feel each other. The hand slips lower to cup his ass but even that doesn't alarm Will. There is nothing frightening or scary about this guy, he feels like everything home is suppose to be. The hands holding his ass pulls hard and Will feels himself crushed against Sonny's erection.
Lips tear away from his and land on his neck, sucking at the tender spot just beneath his ear.
"Do you wanna come in?" Teeth grip his earlobe and there is no way he will say no.
"I thought you'd never ask." His breathing is heavy and the words come out as barely more than a whisper.
Sonny chuckles against Wills neck then in one fluid movement he spins them around and Will finds himself pressed up against the door. Sonny takes his lips, this time he is leading but Will follows along expertly. One hand rests on the door beside Will's head and the other travels down Will's body and snakes under his shirt. Sonny's hand caress Will's stomach then the spot just above his hip before going around to his back and pulling him closer. Suddenly he lets go. The hand stops roaming and the soft hard lips pull away, leaving Will burning and his body humming with need.
"Will, are you sure?" Sonny's eyes are dark and stormy and on someone else they might look scary, but on Sonny they are absolutely sexy. "Once we go through that door I don't think I'll be able to stop."
"Yes. Very sure."
"Feel better now?" Chad asks with a grin.
"Yeah. I'm just realizing, maybe Will isn't as innocent as we thought." T shares his friend's amusement. He is finally able to see the hilarity of the whole situation. "Those two are going to be fun to watch aren't they?"
"Oh yeah. They have a no physical contact rule for the next few dates; no kissing and definitely no sex. I just can't wait to hear who breaks the rule first."
"I'm just glad they're not cousins."
The both laugh then reach for another beer.