I do not own the right to this song, nor do I intend to make profit from it.

And by the way, this is a non-smutty chapter, but I'm sure you'll like it anyway...

Sonny is fighting with the lighter while Will is putting his gray cardigan on. The folded crumbled newspapers finally catch on fire and Will looks at the tiny red spots appearing on them. He turns to a very smug Sonny and decides to pamper up his ego, exclaiming "Wow, good work mister! So you were talking about marshmallows? Where are they ?" "In the trunk, in the green bag." Will goes and grab all the equipment for campfire delicacies and sits in-between Sonny's legs. After a lot of chocolated kisses, the last s'mores fall and burn to a crisp as Sonny has tackled Will to the ground for a wild make-up session. Even with the light of the fire, Will doesn't see much but he can feel Sonny's hands all over him, sneaking under his T-shirt and down his pants, feeling his butt, groping hungrily. He can't help small high-pitched shrieks escapes his lips and grabs Sonny's hair to pull his mouth to his so that he can muffle the noises. But Sonny is so good at making him whimper that they are still audible. He gives up and looses himself in the moment.

As agreeable as Sonny's body pressed onto him is, the hard cold rocky ground really isn't and Will regretfully interrupts the rolling over before he's too bruised. They sit back, cuddling and Sonny lovingly fondles with Will's short hair. "You know what I love about you ?" he asks. Will closes his eyes in delight and prepares to listen "No? Tell me…" Sonny puts his cheek against Will's neck and begins "I love that you are compassionate and forgiving. You always see the best in everyone… And I love your blue eyes, I've dreamt about them every night since I've first seen them." Will turns said-blue-eyes to Sonny who pauses then goes on " God, they're beautiful!... Also I love when you stroke my hair, gently and... well I'm not sure you're aware of it most of the time." Will's hand freezes and he laughs as he continues the stroking of the dark locks. "I love that you giggle when I try to say or do something funny. It makes me feel totally smug." Will turns again and kisses Sonny on the cheek. Sonny grins "I love that you have that innocence and candor and at the same time you're always up to try new sexual stuff and you're becoming so damn good at it." Will couldn't help the foolish smile from spreading on his face even if he wanted to. "I love that you always hold my hand in public and you don't care what passersby think. And you're so unassuming and modest. Frankly you're an example I should be following." Will shakes his head immediately "No, you shouldn't. You're perfect the way you are. You stand up and you're strong when I need it." Sonny smiles tenderly and kisses Will's nose. "Last thing I love about you is how cute you are."

Will gets up and when Sonny begins following him, he puts his hand on his chest and says "No, wait here, please. Enjoy the fire." Sonny obeys with a slightly frustrated look while Will extracts his guitar case from the car. Sonny's face lights up so much it's like they're two fires in front of Will. Sonny has never heard him sing and he's a little insecure but all the compliment he's just been showered with are enough to make him try. He sits and brushes the strings lightly. He remembers being at his aunt and uncle in Switzerland, on warm summer's night. There was one of the neighbors who would play 70's songs and it went great with being out in the dark, half-dreaming. He decides to begin slowly and starts, peeping at Sonny, anxious to see his reactions.

Here is my song for the asking (Sonny smiles, maybe in recognition)

Ask me and I will play (He puts his elbows on his laps and his chin in his hands)

So sweetly, I'll make you smile (His smiles broadens)

This is my tune for the taking (He passes a finger on his lips)

Take it, don't turn away (He nods)

I've been waiting all my life (His eyes open wide and he looks striken)

Thinking it over, I've been sad (He nods again)

Thinking it over, I'd be more than glad (Then he looks deep in thoughts...)

To change my ways for the asking (… which he snaps out of)

Ask me and I will play (He looks at Will straight in the eyes)

All the love that I hold inside (The look on Sonny's face is indescribable, Will finishes the song then puts the guitar down carefully and gives him a soft, long, deep-felt kiss)

Sonny follows the advice and asks for a few songs. Will complies at best as he can, struggling a little to remember the chords or some of the lyrics. Sonny doesn't seem to mind and oscillate along the rhythm of the music. The fire is dying down, though and they're out of wood. Will puts the guitar back in the case then Sonny makes sure the fire is correctly extinguished, examining it with his flashlight. Then, he takes Will's hand and leads him to a patch of grass, in the clearing and lies down next to him. Above, the moon is bestowing her soft shadowy light and the stars are bright as ever. For urbanites like them, the contrast is always staggering. Sonny slides his hand under Will's shoulder and they use their combined sciences to spot a few constellations. Will feels oddly tired and full of energy at the same time. At one point, he turns to his boyfriend and whispers "Sonny, do you realize that these stars have been there for billions of years and will still be there for billions others. It is humbling in a way. I feel I don't matter a lot, comparatively, you know ?" Sonny kisses his head and says "But you do matter, Angel. To me you shine brighter than any of these stars and your existence is a gift. I don't need a billion years with you. Just a lifetime."