August 31, 2018
"Hey," Will greeted, looking up from his laptop, adjusting his glasses. His legs were stretched out over the couch, relaxed in his favorite pair of sweats – Paul's. "Where'd you run off to?"
"Hey," Paul said, closing the front door behind him with his hip. "I went to pick up something for later."
Paul balanced an insulated reusable bag in one hand and an Amazon box in another.
"What about you?" Paul asked, placing his things down on the coffee table and kneeling on the couch next to Will.
Will didn't get a chance to answer. Paul kissed him, pushing him into the back of the couch cushions.
Will made a small noise in the back of his throat, smiling against Paul's lips.
"Hi," Paul said again once he pulled away.
"Hi," Will echoed, fixing his glasses.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking over some last minute stuff for work. Well, the old work, that is. I technically have a week and a half left there and they're being dicks about it."
"What do you mean?"
"Sending me extra things to do that aren't part of my job description. It's whatever. I could do it in my sleep. It's still annoying, though."
"I bet," Paul said, sitting down when Will moved his legs out of the way.
He loved watching Will work. His eyes would brighten. His mouth a little slack-jawed as he concentrated. It was even better when Will wore his glasses.
Paul didn't even know that was a thing for him until Will. He didn't know a lot of things about himself until he met Will.
"Do you need to work all day? Or can I steal you away for a while?" Paul asked, smiling when Will wiggled his toes under his thighs.
"You gonna run away with me?" Will wondered, looking at Paul over the top rim of his glasses.
"Maybe," Paul responded, running his left hand up and down Will's calves. "Are these my sweats?"
"I like yours better," Will responded. "And yes, I would love for you to steal me away."
"You won't get in trouble if you don't get this stuff done?"
"No," Will scoffed, shutting his laptop and sitting up straight. "What are they gonna do, fire me?"
"It would be redundant, yeah," Paul patted Will's leg. "Alright, go put on your contacts and I'll get what we need."
"What does that mean?" Will asked, raising both eyebrows.
"It's a surprise," Paul said, leaning in for a kiss. "Now, come on. I've got plans."
"Alright, alright," Will jumped over the back of the couch and jogged over to their room. Before he reached it, he turned back around and hurried to the couch. He bent over the back of it, grabbed Paul's face and kissed him upside down.
Paul and Will walked hand-in-hand down the small pathway from the condo to the lake. The same path they encountered Adrienne in nothing but their underwear. The same path Paul navigated in the middle of a storm because he fell in love with the most dramatic man in the world.
"Not much of a surprise if I know where we're going," Will told Paul, squeezing his hand.
After Will put in his contacts, Paul came into the bathroom and tossed a pair of swim trunks at him and told him not to ask any questions.
Will dressed, put on a black tank top, and followed Paul out the door. Will's left hand in Paul's right, the large reusable bag in Paul's left.
The two had fallen into an easy routine since getting together. Whoever woke first tended to make breakfast. Will, for all his grumbling, was a decent cook. It was something Carrie insisted he learn before she let him move out on his own.
After eating, depending on what they needed to do that day, they'd both get dressed and leave the house. Paul usually to meet his father and Will to visit with this relative or that relative. A few times, Paul met up with Tyler and Neil to work out or for lunch. Sometimes Will would wreak havoc in the hospital; chatting with Aunt Kayla, making friends with Brian's hot nurse, bothering Brian. Other times, Will and Paul would work at the dining room table, playing footsie and smiling shyly. If there were no plans, they'd wind up back in bed. Not even just for sex, although that's usually where it led, but to be near one another, content to lay entwined and talk for hours.
It helped to center Will when Salem felt like too much. When he'd walk down the street, bombarded with family members or friends of the family or someone who was once wronged by someone Will knew. Or, one memorable time, when Will bumped into Adrienne Kiriakis where she floundered to keep her mouth closed as she was with Kayla at the time.
Those moments, those times made it harder for Will to accept his decision to stay in Salem. But, Paul's arms around him, Paul's gentle kisses on the back of his head, reminded Will of all the good things.
When Will and Paul walked past the area where their first kiss was, they both paused.
"I have no idea how you managed to climb to that boulder in the rain without hurting yourself," Paul admitted. "I don't even know how I did it."
"I wanted to go somewhere to think, to breathe. I wasn't going to go in our cave in the middle of a storm, though. I'm not suicidal."
"It's a pretty good spot for a first kiss," Paul said, pulling Will close to him. "In the rain, emotions up. In a place that's important to us."
"Yes," Will nodded, eyes glowing. "You in your underwear is a sight I'll never forget."
"You see me naked every day," Paul laughed.
"And it never gets old, funny how that works, huh?"
"Come on," Paul tugged Will along. "We're almost to the water, stop distracting me."
"I'm a distraction?" Will scoffed, blatantly looking at the way Paul's swim trunks slipped down his hips, hanging precariously low. So low, you could see the beginning of black tufts of hair near his groin.
Will's trunks fit his hips well, a little too well, in Paul's opinion. They hugged the tempting curve of Will's ass, tightening around it with each step he took.
After much teasing, Paul took Will right to the same tree they put their clothes under when they first went to the lake at the beginning of the month. He rummaged through the bag he brought and spread out a blanket over the sand.
Paul leaned his back against the tree trunk. One leg stretched out straight, the other bent toward his chest. Will settled between Paul's legs, his back to Paul's chest.
The long tree limbs provided plenty of shade. Shielding them from the sun high in the afternoon sky.
"This is nice," Will said, leaning his head back, resting it on Paul's shoulder.
There was a slight breeze whistling in the air. The faint glimmer of far-off laughter and splashing. This side of the lake was almost deserted. The nearest people seemed so far away it was like they were all alone here.
"It's about to get better," Paul said, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a carefully wrapped to-go container. "I got you something special."
Will sat up, oohing when Paul showed off a row of carefully arranged sashimi, onigiri, and vegetables.
"It's as fresh as I could get it," Paul said, handing Will a set of chopsticks.
The two ate while staying close. Teasingly feeding the other, Paul laughing when Will insisted he couldn't eat his onigiri because it was shaped to look like a panda and was too cute to eat.
"One of these days," Paul told Will, pointing a chopstick at him. "I'll take you to Japan with me. We'll eat our way through all my favorite cities."
"I like this idea," Will said, eyeing Paul up and down. Something that still caused Paul's cheeks to redden despite all the physical things they'd done together. "You can show me the sights."
"Why do I get the feeling you're not talking about tourist attractions?" Paul asked, face flushed.
"I was thinking more along the lines of a private hot spring of our own," Will replied. "You in a Yukata, staying in a Ryokan."
"You've given this a lot of thought," Paul blinked a few times.
"My Paul fantasies are thoroughly researched."
Paul swallowed heavily, pushing aside their plates. They'd already eaten everything anyway.
"Are they?"
Will crawled over Paul, pushing him down into the blanket, elbow on either side of his head. Their bodies touching from chest to toe.
"I already know the first place I'm going to fuck you when we get to Zurich," Will revealed, leaning down and licking across Paul's open mouth with just the tip of his tongue.
Paul gripped Will's hip with his left hand, the right sliding under his tank top, feeling the warm, soft skin of his lower back.
Will still planned on going back to Zurich on the first, tomorrow. Driving back to Chicago and taking the nine-hour flight to Switzerland to pack his things, say goodbye, and get his affairs in order. He wasn't going alone either. Paul was going with him.
"Or where you'll fuck me," Will added with a lift of one muscled shoulder, playing at demure. "I'm not sold on the positioning just yet."
Will flashed Paul a small, sexy smile before kissing just shy of Paul's lips. He licked down Paul's chin and Adam's apple, stopping at the hollow of his throat.
Paul's eyes slid shut, right hand sliding down Will's back to his butt. His damn swim shorts were too tight for Paul to do anything more than stick his fingertips inside, sliding his middle finger between Will's cheeks.
Will groaned, pressing his groin into Paul's hip, rocking them together.
"Wait, wait," Paul said, sitting up and dislodging Will. "I have a plan and you-"
Will kissed him, wet and deep, holding Paul's neck at the perfect angle.
"Mmm," Paul moaned before pulling away. "Stop that. God, you're distracting. Come here."
Paul helped Will stand up and the two yanked off their shirts. Both sidetracked by all the skin on display. To prevent any further distractions, Paul simply sprayed them both with spray-on sunscreen, much to Will's disappointment.
"Trust me, baby," Paul said, bent over to put their trash in their bag. "You'll like this."
He let out a loud bark of laughter when Will smacked him on the butt.
Just like that, the two were running and giggling toward the water's edge. Splashing and laughing, Paul chasing after Will until they were chin deep in water.
"Hi," Will said, wrapping his arms around Paul's neck, water dripping down his face and neck.
Paul kissed him, tasting lake water and remnants of their lunch. Neither cared.
"Come on," Paul said once they parted, panting.
He swam toward their cave, Will right behind him.
"Do you remember the last time we were in here?" Paul asked as they swam inside.
They both rested in front of the rock island in almost the exact spot where Paul pinned Will. Where they nearly kissed.
"Yes," Will whispered, blinking water from his eyes.
Paul pushed Will's hair out of his face, cupping his cheek.
"I wanted to kiss you so bad that day," Paul admitted in a low, deep voice.
"That day," Will nodded, eyes hooded, "every day, all the time."
"Knowing I couldn't kiss you, made me want to do it even more."
Will and Paul stared at each other for a moment before kissing. Paul slammed Will into the side of the island, hard. Will's head banged off the rock, stinging yet somehow made Paul's kisses that much better.
"God," Will moaned, clawing at Paul's neck and shoulders. His head throbbed and his cock was already half-hard.
Paul's lips against his, his body touching with the warm water around them, amplified everything Will felt. Because he couldn't get enough. Each time Paul tried to pull away, Will yanked Paul by the hair back to his mouth.
Paul grunted into Will's mouth, melting into Will's desperate, wanton kisses. He trailed his hands under the water, pulling at the Velcro holding Will's trunks shut. He ignored Will's cock in favor of yanking Will's shorts off.
Paul pulled away from Will long enough to grab Will's trunks and toss them on top of the rock. His hands spread across Will's upper thighs and his ass, grabbing every bit of skin he could find. All while he rocked his hips into Will's, desperate for some friction.
"Naked," Will whispered after sucking Paul's lower lip into his mouth. "Naked, Paul. Need you, god, need you so bad."
Will gave a hard yank to Paul's already dangerously low shorts, so low it showed a nest of dark curls and the base of his dick. Will didn't even wait for Paul to be naked despite his own demands. He wrapped both hands around Paul's thick cock and stroked him, up and down, twisting both wrists in opposite directions.
Paul pressed his head to Will's shoulder, shuddering. It took all his strength to push Will's hands away. To grab Will by the shoulders and slam him back into the rock, watching the way Will seemed to relish the hint of pain.
Paul scrambled to grab his shorts. What made them so heavy and dip so low was a hidden pocket on the inside. A pocket Paul filled before they even left the house.
He tossed his shorts on top of the island next to Will's and brandished what he brought: a condom and a small travel-sized packet of waterproof lube.
Will groaned when he saw them, pressing his head back into the hard rock.
"Just when I thought I couldn't love you more."
Paul laughed, licking his lips.
"I'm not sure of the semantics for this to work," he admitted with a sheepish grin.
Will quirked a brow before climbing on top of the island, beckoning for Paul with one finger. Paul followed, pushing Will down into the cold rock, half hovering over him.
Will bent one leg at the knee, foot planted on the stone. Paul drizzled half the packet of lube on his fingertips. He traced around Will's hole with his middle finger while his tongue did the same thing to Will's lips.
The sound Will made when Paul pushed inside echoed off the walls, reverberating back to them. It spurred Paul on, making him open Will quicker than he normally would. Quicker, harder, so desperate to be inside Will he might not even last that long. Not with the way Will cried out, weak needy little noises while he writhed all over Paul's fingers.
"Paul," Will moaned, sliding his hands all over Paul's chest, mewling in the back of his throat. "Want you so bad."
"Is this what we should have done the first time we were here?" Paul asked as he ripped open the condom packet with his teeth. "Open you up on my fingers while you cry like a needy little whore?"
Will let out another such cry, shaking with want while he waited for Paul to unravel the condom over his dripping dick. As soon as he did, Will grabbed Paul by the shoulder and flipped him on his back, straddling his hips. He used the remainder of the lube, slicking Paul up.
Paul grinned, hands gliding up and down Will's sides as Will sat on him in one try. He'd never tire of this feeling. The first tight squeeze inside Will. The choked off little cry Will made, the sight of his thighs trembling and his lower stomach hitching. All the small little moments while Will adjusted, flushed all the way down to his navel.
Then Will's eyes would open, dilated and determined. Working himself forward and back, gyrating on Paul's dick like it was the greatest treat he'd ever been given. Mumbling nonsense about how Paul feels inside, stretching him just right. How deep Paul felt inside him, swearing he could feel him in the back of his throat.
Will was so beautiful while riding Paul's cock. Wild and carefree, head thrown back and mouth slack, using every muscle in his body to keep up a steady rhythm. Gliding forward and back, up and down, swiveling his hips in time with a beat only Will could hear.
Paul couldn't stop touching him when he was like this. His chest, ribs, sides, ass, cock, but mostly Will's face. Paul couldn't help thumbing over Will's red-bitten lips, slipping inside to touch that flash of pink tongue. Bucking his hips up into Will's heat and fucking his thumb into Will's mouth at the same steady rhythm. In and out, catching on Will's sharp little incisors, rubbing along his gums and the side of his mouth.
Paul thought Will was gorgeous the moment he met him. Before they even met, before they spoke, before Will even turned around to look at him when Paul spent almost an hour with his eyes shamefully glued to Will's ass. Paul knew Will was beautiful with his wide eyes and his sharp smile and how he couldn't flirt without his cheeks turning bright red. Will was all confidence and wild abandon. He was the man that stripped down to his underwear in front of Paul and the entire world. The man that stood up to Sonny, Adrienne, Dustin, anyone and everyone who judged him. The man who decked himself out in Giants merchandise without a single care for how ridiculous he looked. The man who kissed whatever guy he wanted, who flirted for drinks, and told Paul over and over how amazing he was when they were trying to be just friends.
Will was difficult and dramatic and Paul had never loved anyone the way he loved Will. So suddenly, so deeply, so completely.
But watching Will naked, taking exactly what he needed from Paul, moans loud and wild, shameless and free. That was Will at his most honest, his truest self. Beautiful and demanding, riding Paul for all he was worth.
Paul shoved himself into a sitting position, arms wrapped around Will. He kissed him, pouring his everything into it. All his love and desire, all his guilt over ever hurting Will or denying what was between them. He poured every single bit of himself into their kiss. Then, when they separated, desperate for air, Paul flipped Will onto his back.
As beautiful as Will was taking what he wanted, Paul loved the way Will looked when he fucked him hard and deep too.
Paul pressed his hands down beside Will's head, grasping for purchase. Will's hips tilted, knees spread wide, holding onto the back of his own thighs.
Will cried over and over as Paul slammed into him. His cock slid against Paul's stomach, so good but not enough. Paul adjusted one of his knees and, like the last time they were on the rock at an important moment, he slipped, taking Will with him.
The two splashed into the water, surprised and, in Will's case, stinging from Paul's sudden departure.
They looked at each other, wet and hard and couldn't stop laughing.
Paul grabbed Will by the hips, pulling him close while they laughed and laughed.
"We haven't gotten that down yet, have we?" Paul asked, giving himself a few strokes before tapping Will's bottom.
"Guess not," Will replied, eyes fluttering shut when Paul pushed inside. "Fuck, that's good."
"Yeah?" Paul asked, pushing Will into the edge of the island. He kept one arm around Will's hips, the other held tight to a flat section on the top of the rock.
The top portion of the island was smooth; the sides were rough and bumpy. Will cried when his back scraped along the rocks. Stinging in a way Will never knew he would enjoy.
Paul pushed up into Will while Will rocked down. Will held tight to Paul's shoulders, digging in his nails, squeezing his thighs around Paul's hips.
They held each other's eyes, water splashing around them, a symphony of moans echoing around the cave. Paul came first, jaw clenched, squeezing the space below Will's ass tighter and slamming into him harsher than before.
Will didn't last much longer after. He wrapped his right arm around Paul's neck, chin over Paul's shoulder. With his left hand, Will rapidly jerked himself. Crying and biting while Paul thrust into him over and over until he grew too sensitive.
Will, stomach trembling, watched with a strange fascination as he saw the pearly white rivets of his come float by in the water.
Paul held Will tight for a few moments longer, easing out of Will. The two climbed back onto the island, flopping down on their backs.
"Fuck," Will sighed, arm thrown over his eyes. "That was incredible."
"Told you I had a surprise," Paul replied, rolling onto his side to face Will.
"My favorite Japanese food, exhibitionism, and my baby, what's not to love?" Will grinned, facing Paul.
"Love, huh?" Paul smiled, tracing Will's jawline.
"Yes," Will grabbed Paul's hand and kissed his fingertips. "I love you, especially the sexy parts."
Paul kissed Will, short and sweet.
"There's only one problem now," he said with a grimace.
"What?" Will asked, brows furrowed.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this condom?"
After dressing and getting their things from under the tree (Paul holding his tied off condom until he could throw it in their used food containers. He refused to be the person that let their used condom float around a public lake) they walked home.
Paul was afraid after they exited the cave that everyone at the lake would know what they did. They were loud, Will in particular, and Paul was certain everyone would take one look at them and know what happened. He also had a pretty spectacular hickey on the top of his shoulder and nail indentations on his back. But neither of those compared to the scrapes on Will's back.
Paul fretted the whole way home over them.
"Why didn't you tell me I was hurting you?" Paul asked, eyes flickering to Will's back every few steps. Despite Will's tank top covering most of the damage, Paul felt like he could see every deep red line up and down Will's back.
"They don't hurt," Will said, elbowing Paul in the side before linking their arms. "I told you. I liked it. I'm positive I've left worse marks on you."
"Some of them look like the skin broke, though."
"Paul," Will stopped him, stepping in front of Paul and grabbing his neck. "Trust me when I tell you, I liked it. I liked feeling a tiny bit of pain with every thrust. I like the way my shirt's rubbing against them, now. Tomorrow when we're sitting on an airplane for hours I'm going to like the way the seats scrapes against them. Okay?"
"Oh," Paul blinked a few times before letting out a shaky laugh. "Right, that kind of liking."
"I like it when you slap my ass so I'm not too surprised I like this either," Will said before kissing the tip of Paul's nose. "So, stop worrying about it."
"I think I'm gonna be thinking about nothing but that for a long time," Paul admitted, sharing a quick smile with Will.
"You can think about it all you want," Will dusted his fingers over Paul's shoulders, twining his hand in the hair at the back of Paul's head. "Think about it, plan for it, and explore it later tonight."
Paul leaned in for a kiss only for someone to interrupt them with a scoff.
Will bulged his eyes out at Paul, making him smile before turning around.
"Adrienne," Will said with a strained smile, arm wrapped around Paul's waist. "Wow, here you are, on a semi-private pathway to a condo you don't live at. Again."
Adrienne adjusted her purse over her shoulder, sniffing.
"I like this route. I find it relaxing, not that it's any of your business. Or I did find it relaxing until I started seeing the two of you all over each other, again."
"Not that it's any of your business but we're just standing here," Will countered with a shrug.
Adrienne pursed her lips, looking at Will like he was a fly she wanted to flick away.
"We're taking a walk just like you," Paul told Adrienne, putting his arm around Will's hips. Letting his hand slip down to the curve of Will's lower back. He held Adrienne's eyes, chin up.
Adrienne never seemed to like him much. Despite Paul's best effort, no matter how polite he acted or how well he treated Sonny, Adrienne held him at arm's length. He didn't know if it was because he hurt Sonny the first time they broke up in San Francisco. If it was because he went from a famous sports star to a humble private investigator. If it was because he wasn't white enough or wasn't smart enough or wasn't good enough.
Adrienne Kiriakis contributed to Paul's confidence and sense of worth dwindling. She added to his need to make things work with Sonny long past their expiration date. Paul had to prove to himself and to Adrienne, he was right for Sonny, no matter what.
Then Paul met Will. Will with their easy friendship and his open smiles. Will whose family was Paul's family, who openly plotted to get Paul and Will together. Will who bolstered Paul's confidence with each smile and touch and whose infamous mother told Paul to his face that she knew Paul would treat her son right.
Adrienne wasn't the reason Paul and Sonny didn't work. Her disapproval contributed, though. Put a strain on an already fragile relationship. A part of Paul would always resent her for that. Another part, a stronger part of Paul wanted to thank her.
Adrienne could see Paul and Sonny shouldn't be together. Now, Paul could see it too.
Paul was starting a new life with Will by his side and a completely new outlook on life. He wasn't going to apologize for it or change the way he felt about it.
Paul was happy and in love and he didn't care what Adrienne Kiriakis had to say about it.
"In fact," Paul said, looking at Will with a small smile, "we've got places to go."
"Fine," Adrienne replied before snidely adding, "you should know, Sonny is getting close to someone new too. His new assistant at work, Leo."
"And Brian's going on a date with a nurse," Will said with an eye roll.
"Despite what you might think, I want Sonny to move on. I want him to be as happy as I am with Will. So, good, I hope things work out for Sonny. Now, we've got things to do. Goodbye, Adrienne."
Paul nodded at Adrienne before leading Will away. After they turned around a small bend, Will told Paul, "you're even more attractive when you stand up for yourself. Like, wow, I didn't think it was possible but, yep, even more attracted to you now."
"It's a day of surprises for you."
After getting home, Will worked for a bit while Paul made sure everything was ready for their flight in the morning. While he was packing, Will walked into their bedroom and flopped on the bed. The Amazon box Paul brought with him in the morning was next to his suitcase.
"What's in here?" Will asked, picking up the substantial box and shaking it.
Paul snatched it away from Will and said, "nope, you don't get to know yet."
"What? Why not?" Will complained, reaching for the box.
"Because," Paul answered, pulling the box out of Will's reach. "If I show it to you now, you'll get us distracted."
"Okay, now I have to know what it is."
"No," Paul backed away, box under his arm. "I have to finish packing and you know my mom is gonna Facetime me soon. You agreed to talk to her too. And that's never gonna happen if I open this box."
"You are making it impossible to let this go."
"I will show you later," Paul promised. "Now, come on, help me finish packing."
Will looked at Paul with narrowed eyes and his mouth smooshed together.
"Fine. This better be one hell of a surprise."
"I just wanted to say it was nice to meet you, again. Did I say that already?" Will turned away from the laptop and Tori Narita's face to look at Paul.
"About five times," Paul replied, infinitely amused Will was so nervous over meeting his mother. Going so far as to put on a collared shirt and gel his hair into place.
"Oh – uh – well, I am glad to meet you and I just wanted to tell you how amazing your son is and how much I love him and did I mention all of this already?"
"Several times," Tori said with a large smile. "But, I appreciate it. I am rather proud of my son, after all."
"I'm pretty proud of him too," Will said with a sheepish expression "He's kind of the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Tori looked at Will for a few moments, charmed by his admiration for her son. But, her eyes drifted toward Paul and the look in his eyes while he watched Will. The smile on his face, the way he carried his shoulders, and his expression of utter contentment.
Paul grabbed Will's hand and kissed the top of it. Tori saw Will sigh, tension melting right out of him at the touch.
"I'm usually better at this," Will looked back at the laptop screen and Tori. "I'm just nervous meeting you since you're so important to Paul and I want you to like me."
"That's honest of you," Tori said, a little taken aback.
"Will's an honest person. Sometimes a little too honest," Paul informed her with a small laugh.
"Gee, thanks," Will said giving Paul a look that made Tori laugh. "Alright, I'm gonna let you two have some time alone. I will talk to you later, I'm sure."
"Yes, you will," Tori told Will. "Have a safe flight tomorrow."
"Thanks," Will smiled. He kissed Paul's cheek, waved at the screen, and walked away.
Tori watched as Paul nearly gave himself whiplash to watch him walk away.
"I guess you weren't kidding when you told me you were happier now," Tori said once Paul faced her again.
"No, not kidding at all," Paul explained. "I'm really happy, now. With myself and with Will and life in general."
"It's about damn time," Tori said, leaning back in her seat. "If I had to hear about Sonny one more time I was going to scream."
"…what?"
"Did you honestly think anyone supported your farce of a relationship?" Tori asked. "Between your father and Marlena and I, it's a miracle we didn't explode in our distaste."
"…what?"
"But, you look so wonderful now, Paul-san. Will is so handsome and charming. You haven't stopped smiling once. Now, tell me about this trip you're going on."
Paul took a moment to recover before explaining in detail everything he and Will had planned for their time in Zurich.
"So," Paul walked into their bedroom, tossing his phone on the bed and crawling over to lay next to Will.
"So?" Will muted the TV and lifted his left arm up so Paul could snuggle against him.
"So, my mom really likes you," Paul said with a proud grin.
"Wait, really?" Will's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Yeah," Paul put both hands on Will's stomach and leaned his chin on them to look up at him. "She thinks you're cute and charming and wants to meet you in person soon."
"Really?" Will repeated, feeling his face warm up.
"Uh-huh," Paul nodded, grinning up at Will. "She's going to talk to my grandfather and see when they both can visit us."
"Oh, wow," Will let out a nervous laugh.
"What?" Paul wondered. He so enjoyed watching this bashful, shy version of Will. He loved Will's confidence but this version of Will was precious and rare.
"I don't know. I've never really had to do the whole meet the parents' thing. I mean, the guys I dated in high school, yeah. But, you know, adult Will not so much. John doesn't count."
"He has known you longer than he's known me."
"Exactly," Will said. "So, this is all new to me and I'm out of my element here. I'm kind of an acquired taste, I've learned. People either love me or hate me, especially in Salem. Plus, I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut and I ramble a lot when I'm nervous and what if I offend them? I know my grandma and your mom still have issues sometimes and what if I make everything worse. Oh my god, did we even tell your mom about our family situation?"
"I figured that was something to tell her in person with a family tree at the ready and a lot of sake."
"What are they going to think that I think of your dad as my grandfather? It's creepy, right? That's creepy. But, I mean, I've never even met my real grandfather, my dad's father. So, it's not bad and we're not related but what if-"
Paul leaned up and kissed Will.
"Baby, relax," Paul said while cupping Will's face. "They'll understand everything. My mom won't hold a grudge against you because of your family. She's going to love you because I love you."
"Right, sorry," Will nodded, letting out a soft puff of air. "I'm ridiculous."
"Trust me," Paul gave Will a teasing smile, booping his nose. "I know."
"Hey," Will huffed, "you don't need to agree with me."
"You're adorable. Getting all prettied up and rambling."
"Don't get used to it," Will grumbled but gave Paul a begrudging smile.
"Well," Paul stood up and said, "I think you've earned your last surprise for the day."
"Oooh, gimme, gimme, gimme."
"You gotta wait a few moments, alright. Be right back."
Paul picked up the box and moved into the bathroom. Leaving Will to contemplate all the possibilities. The box was pretty heavy. It could be almost anything.
Will was rooting for a sex toy.
"Close your eyes," Paul yelled through the closed bathroom door.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
"Fine," Will covered his eyes with his hands and closed them tight.
Paul walked into the room, moving to the foot of the bed.
"I bought this before you decided to stay, just so you know. It was gonna be my last ditch effort to entice you to stay. Okay, open your eyes."
Will did, blinking a few times to clear his eyes.
"Sweet mother of god."
Paul wore a pair of loose gray trousers that ended mid-calf with a large black waistband. His legs were covered in white stockings and flat black shoes. He didn't have a shirt on, exposing his wide shoulders, flat stomach, and the divots of his abdominals. He also pulled his hair back with a red ribbon.
"Oh my god."
Paul gave Will a nervous look and cleared his throat.
"I'm not singing. So, don't ask me."
"I don't need you to sing," Will scrambled off the bed, hands mapping over every bit of skin he could. "Oh my god, you're fucking perfect and I really, really, really need you to like bang the hell out of me right now. While I look at you. And you keep the outfit on. Oh man, yeah, this was a foolproof plan. Whenever you want me to do something just put this on and I will do anything."
It was true. Paul by himself was gorgeous. Paul dressed as Will's first crush, Chinese army captain, bisexual icon, Li Shang was something else entirely.
Paul scratched the back of his head before flexing his bicep.
Will groaned, hands gliding up and down, settling on Paul's hips, pulling him toward the bed.
"We're gonna have a whole roleplay thing later but right now, all I wanna do is put my mouth all over you."
"Good," Paul said, smile turning into something cockier than usual. "I bought you an outfit too, Mr. John Smith."
"You're trying to kill me," Will half-complained, half-moaned.
He shoved Paul onto the bed, following after him, immediately straddling his thighs, eyeing him hungrily.
Paul smiled up at Will through narrowed eyes and upturned lips. Will hadn't even touched Paul much yet and he was already hard. Will's eyes on him, the complete and utter adoration got Paul so hot. Knowing a simple change in clothes turned Will into such a mess, made Paul feel powerful. The fact that Will was already writhing on top of him, hips rocking, and rubbing the palm of his hand into his groin helped too.
"You already hard for me, baby?" Paul asked, holding tight to Will's waist, encouraging him to move back and forth.
"Uh-huh," Will nodded, unbuttoning his jeans, unzipping, and pulling his dick out. Tip red and dripping, stroking himself while looking right at Paul.
"Shit," Paul rucked up Will's shirt, wanting to see every bit of Will he could. "It really gets you that hot?"
"You're so fucking sexy, Paul. So, good to me. So perfect and god, I wanna, I need to-" Will cut himself off. He slipped to the floor, yanked Paul's pants down enough to rest underneath his balls, and swallowed him down in one gulp.
Will jerked himself off, frantic and rough while he bobbed up and down Paul. Drooling all over him and making desperate little whimpers, eyes open, looking up at Paul.
Paul ran his hands through Will's hair, guiding him up and holding him down. Holding Will's gaze and crooning encouragements.
Will didn't last long, getting himself off fast and easy, making a mess all over his fist, some dripping onto his jeans.
"Fuck," Paul moaned, thrusting up and holding Will's head down at the same time. Coming hard and hot into Will's throat, forcing his head down until he finished
Will pulled off with a wet cough, chest heaving.
"You okay?" Paul asked, beckoning Will toward him.
Will's throat ached a bit and the roots of his hair were tender but he felt amazing.
"Are you kidding me?" Will asked in a deep, scratchy voice. "That was so damn hot. I haven't gotten off that fast in like a decade."
Paul groaned when Will stood up on shaky knees and he saw the smear of semen all over Will's groin.
"You made such a mess," Paul said, pulling Will toward him, fingers running through the wet mess.
"Couldn't help it," Will said with an unabashed grin, face red, panting and covered in his own come. "I told you, you're too damn hot for your own good."
Paul kissed Will, deep and dirty, all tongue and teeth. When they pulled apart, he knocked his forehead into Will's.
"I'm gonna turn you into a wet, sloppy mess and you're gonna feel me every single second we're on that airplane tomorrow."
Will batted his eyes up at Paul, pulling him closer.
"I am so in love with you."
"Love you too, baby."
"Now, fuck my brains out, please."
Paul tossed Will onto the bed, hovering over him. He was going to take his time, until Will was a trembling, shaking ball of want. Dig his fingers into those scrapes all over Will's back.
Thirty days ago, when they met for the first time, Paul didn't expect anything to happen. Struck dumb at the sight of Will, at his easy smile and the dangerous curve of his spine, Paul didn't expect his entire life to rearrange itself. He didn't realize how much was missing until Will came along.
Will was everything Paul didn't know he needed and he'd never been happier. The smile on Will's face when Paul leaned over him, hovering above his lips, told Paul Will felt the same way.
Happy and in love with the man meant for them, hours away from traveling to the other side of the world, ready for their lives to truly begin.
THE END
A/N:
Thank you to everyone who read/reviewed/favorited/followed. I appreciate the feedback and the support. I'm terribly sad to see this story end. I grew quite attached to the 'verse.
I'm working on my next story. I hope to start posting it on Friday, September 14th. It's going to be drastically different from this one. It's a future fic based off the idea of Will leaving Paul for Sonny with my own little twist. Lots of soapy situations and angst. I put Will through a lot. But, as everyone should know, it's a Horita story at heart. Forewarning that it's possibly my most anti-Wilson/Sonny-unfriendly story yet.