Sonny was in a little bit of heaven. He was sitting on a couch, even though the couch was in the house of someone he didn't particularly like. But that wasn't why he was in heaven. Will was sitting on his lap. Sonny had his hand on Will's naked torso. And Sonny was exploring every muscle and every rib. People might think that was his heaven; and boy was it. But even more than that, Will, it turns out, was a very light drinker. Half of one beer and Will's inhibitions were lessened to a point that Will was mumbling sweet nothings into the nape of Sonny's neck. "You smell so good Sonny…Can't I nibble on your neck just a little? It won't hurt I promise…I love you so much Sonny. If you hadn't come into my life I would be so empty inside right now…I mean emotionally, because we can't be bunnies right now… "And to top this all off, Will had tuckedhis hands underneath Sonny's jersey and was inching very slowly downwards; and all this in front of some extremely google-eyed individuals. Will was not drunk per say. Not yet, and Sonny wasn't going to let him get that far. Will wasn't even buzzed, as they say, not really; just able to unwind a bit. Sonny smiled. He was very happy that Will was comfortable enough with him to unwind like this, in front of a lot of interested people. But it was getting much too hot in here. Sonny was beginning to sweat a little. He leaned forward and whispered in Will's ear: "Lover, we need to slow down a little. We'll be arrested for indecent acts if we keep this up."
Will looked at Sonny and then around the room. "But that might be fun…" He eventually relented and shifted himself off of Sonny's lap; but kept his gaze on him. "I'm sorry Sonny. I'm just feeling very comfortable right now." Sonny looked at Will and smiled: "You never have to be sorry about wanting to cuddle with me Will. But we do need to show some propriety." He stiffened and made an old-lady-polite-manners face, which, as it was meant to do, made Will laugh.
Chris walked up to the both of them and sat on the edge of the couch. He handed Will his jersey and said: "Will, sorry this took so long. But we got to the stain in time. It looks good as new." He leaned forward and spoke more softly: "As much as I'm sure everyone here would love to see more of that hot bod of yours Will, if you wanted to put the jersey back on, in private, we'll be disappointed; but we won't hold it against you." And he looked at Will with a look that expressed that he wished Will would refuse the jersey; but the look was unsuccessful. Will took the jersey and expressed a "Thank You" to Chris.
Will then stood up and held his hand out to Sonny, who smirked a little. Usually the roles were reversed, as had become tradition. It usually was Sonny that stood up and presented his hand to Will. Sonny's smile went broader when he saw Will do his come-hither eyebrow push-up wink. He stood up to let Will lead him wherever Will wanted to go. Will asked Chris where the bathroom was. Chris smiled and said: "Take the second bedroom, first door on your right." He pointed to the corridor. "It has a bed in it; in case you need it." He winked at both of them and left the couch to begin mingling again.
Will headed to the second bedroom with Sonny. They entered the room and Sonny closed the door as Will took off his blazer. Will then pounced on Sonny, his hands going directly to Sonny hair. Will's smooth chest rubbed against Sonny's jersey. Will's hands went from Sonny's hair down his entire upper body and slid underneath Sonny's jersey, in what seemed like an attempt to rip the jersey apart. Will's head jolted forward towards Sonny. Their lips met and their tongues did a little dance. A familiar tango, that neither Sonny nor Will seemed to ever really tire of. The exchange of breath was like sharing each other's souls.
Will became more and more intense in the kiss. His hands roamed Sonny's body underneath his jersey, from his torso, to some very serious attempts to reach Sonny's lower regions. But, after a few minutes, and several attempts by Sonny to stop him, Will broke off the kiss. He separated from Sonny and looked at him with yearning and want. His body was aching to feel Sonny against it.
His eyes then roamed towards the bed. Will shook his head, as if in answer to an internal question. He then put his jersey on, and then his blazer. A little bewildered, Sonny smiled and said: "For a second there I thought you were going to suggest we use the bed." Will smiled back: "I may be a little horny, but I'm not crazy." Will pressed forward towards Sonny and kissed him again, then separated once more, and headed towards the door; which he opened, and motioned for Sonny to step through the threshold; which Sonny did, and Will followed, all the while looking longingly at Sonny, still. As they headed back to the party the boys went by a door and heard a whispered conversation:
"…Delete that now… Do you want a quick buck, or a real chance with them…"
"…maybe I want both…Look…We'll talk about this later…."
Sonny and Will looked at one another. They couldn't tell who had been talking but they both figured it was Chris and Daniel, since this was their apartment, although neither Sonny nor Will could distinguish between the voices. It was rather strange. It reminded Sonny of a situation that happened earlier that day:
Detective Whitman had asked Sonny and Will to attend quite a few interviews that morning. It seemed to Detective Whitman that Will's presence, and even Sonny's, was the distraction that was needed to get some of the accused kidnappers to talk more than they would have otherwise.
Sonny noticed that Will was in better spirits after four or five interviews. He was rather down after Thomas Belford asked for a lawyer. Detective Whitman had told Will that Thomas had done exactly what the detective had been hoping. Perhaps they could cut a deal. The important thing was to get Nick Fallon; everyone else was small-fry; especially considering Sonny had not been in any real danger. Sonny was a little annoyed at that. But after internally comparing what Will went through versus what he did, he had to agree. After all, Sonny had a rather substantial security team looking after him. Will and Neil hadn't had anyone.
Sonny had left Will and the detective to discuss their strategy for the next interview; he headed towards a water dispenser. Sonny had realized that Will enjoyed time in between interviews with Sonny and that Sonny giving him water was a good excuse for them to spend some time together; Time to cuddle; Time to breathe each other in.
He rounded a corner and overheard someone talking: "…that wasn't part of the deal…No…I was to deliver him to you so you could…Wait I think I hear somebody…"
Sonny stopped and waited then proceeded forward. He was face to face with Max, who did not seem pleased to see him. "You…what do you want?" Sonny ignored the vehemence and simply said: "I'm getting some water for Will. Any luck getting him arrested for his accidental knee-slip?" Max just glared at him and said: "My dad seems to think I need some time to think about my priorities. When I get out of here I'll make sure you…" Sonny interrupted him: "When you get out of here, Max, you will stay far away from me and from Will. You could help yourself a lot by telling the police anything you know about this 'Saviour's' whereabouts. I would have thought your father's lawyers would have told you that by now." In response Max simply stared at Sonny. Sonny thought:"This is the best conversation the two of us have had in a long while" He simply shook his head and then he walked towards the vending machines.
Will and Sonny walked back to where the majority of the party guests were congregating. Jacqueline Frost went up to Will and pretend-pouted: "Will, you put your jersey back on. That is so disappointing". She then started to pretend-claw at him with her fingernails. Will gave her a prolonged peck on the cheek: "If I weren't so in love with Sonny, I might consider experimenting with you." Jacqueline smiled: "Young love. Is it me or are they being really annoying?" She pretend-frowned then gave a pretend-slap on Will's cheeks. "You two deserve each other."