I would like to dedicate this chapter to my lovely boyfriend. Our nine-month anniversary is just around the corner, and I know for a fact that, not unlike the boys here, I have found my soul mate and my one true love. Happy "monthversary" and I love you 3. (Excuse me if you think it's inappropriate, but I had to do it ) Enjoy and review - Jackson
PD: It's a short one, but there will be an update soon :)
––Soooooonnnyyyyy. Soooonnnnyyyy! ––a voice sounded from the hallway.
––Where is he? ––another voice, with a british accent.
––Hey!
There was a forceful sound and then nervous giggles.
––Dude, what the hell? ––One of the voices said, now sounding closer.
––Wow! ––Sonny griped, letting his hands fall from Will's face. He looked so hot when he was mad.
––Are they with you?
Sonny gave a look.
––It's just that… No, wait… is this jealousy I perceive? Neither is my boyfriend or anything like that. They're more like… props.
Will blushed. In a way, his words were more intimate than his kiss. Sonny Kiriakis was teasing him. He knew that Will could get jealous, and that that could be something to make fun of. Will felt exposed and pumped, as if Sonny had seen him naked for an instant.
Sonny took Will by the hand and guided him through the hallway, where they walked into two guys, the ones with which Sonny arrived.
––Sonny! ––the blonde one exclaimed, dragging the words––. Where were you? We've been looking all over for you.
––The ceremony is beginning, and we won't be able to get in ––the tall brunette said––. You know that they're doing a tribute for Christopher. Why did you abandon us?
Sonny shrugged.
––Gentlemen, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't go anywhere. I've been here all along.
The guys looked at each other.
––Who's he? ––the blonde one mumbled.
––My boyfriend. ––Sonny said, raising Will's hand to his lips and kissing him.
––Your boyfriend? ––the brunette said, checking Will out. ––Damn, I thought I could get lucky with you tonight.
––Come on, Hunter! ––Sonny reproached, like a spoiled brat––. We talked about this. I get a cover-up and you get to get into this award ceremony.
––Sonny! ––the blonde one said––. How are we going to get in without you?
––Man, this threater is full of men twice as rich and lonely than me. Do you really need me to draw you a map? Now, excuse us, please ––the guys took the hint and began to retreat.
––They might wander this corridors for all eternity ––Sonny pointed out once the models stopped walking to decide which way to go: right or left––. Let's get out of here.
––Where? ––Will asked.
––You'll see.
When they made it to the door with the fluorescent sing that read EXIT, Sonny paused and let go of Will's hand. Sonny took of his coat and he put it around Will's body. Will was very moved by this chivalrous gesture, he figured that Sonny noticed Will shaking back at the room they met.
––I don't want you to be cold. Not anymore. Never again. ––Sonny smiled that precious smile and kissed Will tenderly on the lips.
––Thank you. ––Will said, his head spinning so much do to whole events until then.
––There's a car waiting for us outside. ––Sonny stopped and it looked as if he needed to say something that he didn't really want to––. Please know that this is something I don't want to do, but I really need to ask you to keep your head down. And maybe, cover your head with my coat.
Will didn't know what to say. He had just been asked to hide.
––W-Why? Do you not like my hair? ––Will nervously joked.
––I swear I'll explain later, but, please, William, don't be ridiculous, you're adorable as a blonde, and that southern accent has to be the cutest thing I've ever heard in this life. But see, we cannot let them take a picture of us together just yet. Please?
Will pretended to not notice the fact that he called him William. Truth is that his name, this life at least, wasn't William, it was plain Will. He realized that he knew Jackson's new name, but he didn't know his.
––Why not?
––Because I don't want to expose you to those jackals. You'll see. After a while, you won't be able to go to the bathroom without them. Besides, I doubt that your more recent parents want to see their son hooking up with a famous New York dude.
Sonny smiled at him, and he hoped that Sonny couldn't hear how loud his heart was beating.
––Okay, you win. But how am I supposed to get to the car if I have my face covered?
––Allow me ––Sonny placed his coat over Will's head and grabbed him by the waste––. Relax, try to look languid. They'll think you had one too many and that you can't stay for the rest of the show.
Will laid his head in Sonny's chest and breathed in. The perfume that came out of his skin enhibriated all of his senses. He heard the door open, and then flashes from dozens of cameras.
––What happened, Sonny? Roofied? ––a man shouted.
––He isn't dead, is he? ––another one hollered, and Will shook his foot in mute response.
––I'm just walking this gentleman home ––Sonny informed to one of the more concerned paparazzi––. He had a little bit too much to drink.
––Which one is he? ––the first man yelled––. The Calvin Klein model or the Days of Our Lives actor?
––Do I look like the one to kiss and tell? ––the photographers laughed––. Forget it. I won't answer that question. Good evening, gentlemen.
Will felt like Sonny wanted him to crouch and get inside the car. The door was rapidly closed, and in a moment, silence was made.
––You can take it off now ––Sonny said with a voice filled with happiness, anxiety, and if Will was right: pure and utter love. ––Polarized glass. They can't see anything. Not even the driver.
Outside, countless men with cameras around their necks were pressed up against the window, trying to catch a glimpse of Sonny's companion. Sonny pressed a button in the intercom next to him.
––To the stable ––he told the driver––. And avoid followers.
As soon as the car started moving, Will nervously studied Sonny's striking profile. For a moment, it looked like was becoming unsettled. He furrowed his brows, which darkened his eyes. He was pressing his lips in a perfect line, to seal them from any leak. He wasn't the shallow playboy he was expecting. Sonny Kiriakis looked, for an instance, like a man with a heavy load on his back.
––Is something wrong? ––Will asked, suddenly realizing that he knew nothing about the person sitting next to him.
––Don't pay attention to me ––Sonny soothed, taking his hand––. It's just that I didn't expect to find you so soon. I wanted to take care of a few things before.
––I'm sorry ––he answered, afraid to ask about what he meant––. I've never been very timely.
––You have nothing to be sorry about. I've waiting my entire life for you.
Sonny's melancholy had dissipated, leaving behind his known smile. Although a little crooked, it was the same smile that made William fall head over heels in love when he first saw it the piazza back in Rome. The face that framed it may have changed, but there was no doubting that that smile belong to the man he worshipped. No one else could pull off an expression that was impish, wary and daring at the same time. "It's Jackson", Will said to himself. This idea was so stunning that he was glad he was already sitting down.
––Were you really waiting for me? ––Will asked.
––Let's see if I can prove it to you.
Sonny laid him gently on top of the plushy car seat and kissed him again. His hands slowly traveled through his face, to his neck, his chest and side without him stopping him. Every part of Will's body was set ablaze, and when he felt a hand making its way inside his shirt through an open button and touching his bare belly, he thought he would pass out in pleasure.
––Not yet ––he told himself, not realizing he said it out loud.
––I'm sorry ––Sonny helped him back up and straightened his hair––. I couldn't help it. Ninety years is a long wait.
––Very much so ––Will caved, straightening and buttoning again the one loose button in the lower half of his shirt.
He didn't have the slightest doubt now. Sonny Kiriakis might not look like the Jackson he remembered made him drool when he was much younger, but now he knew that he had found the man of his dreams. That was what William wanted. Now the only question left unanswered is why.