Half an hour later, they're seated at a table in the back of a dark restaurant, two IPA's from the local microbrewery already on the way. As Sonny takes off his heavy jacket and scarf, Will shimmies out of his, laying it across the back of his seat as he fidgets, trying to make his legs more comfortable. Sonny traps them with his own, which gets Will to smile down at the table.
"Are you okay, Will?" Sonny aks, leaning forward on his arms to try and peek into the eyes Will keeps trying to shield.
"Uh huh. I…" Sonny watches as Will looks right at him, not looking away. Sonny hasn't really been able to really look at Will's face like this since what feels like forever ago, and i once again blown away by how beautiful Will really is, the softness in his cheekbones, the heartbreaking eyes, the pretty mouth. He can't even bring himself to make a joke here, to cut the tension. "I don't even know how to say how long I've wanted to get back to this point. It...honestly feels like we're in heaven."
Then Will blushes once he realizes what he just said, before he catches the bright eyed, adoring look on Sonny's face. "I can't believe I never noticed you looking at me like that before. Do you always turn those baby browns on me like that?"
"Not to your face." Sonny mumbles, then smiles up at the server that brings them their drinks. Sonny orders something light, while Will goes for fettuccine alfredo, and the whole thing is so familiar, it kind of settles any anxiety Will has over how odd it is to be on a date with his ex husband.
"Please don't hide from me, Will." Sonny tells him, wishing he could find a way for Will to understand this, so he understands how limitless his love really is. "I couldn't bear to have you pull away now."
"I wasn't ready." Will reminds Sonny, fidgeting. "I know now there's nothing that will truly break us up for good, but for the longest time I just couldn't fathom it. We both needed to be on the same page, or as close as we could get. I'm pretty sure you weren't ready as you thought, either. I couldn't… there was always another shoe waiting to drop, any given moment. And I knew, if I let us try again, only to lose it again, I wouldn't be able to survive it. But I'm ready to be with you, Sonny. More than ready."
Sonny lets it drop for the time being, so they move onto lighter topics. When Sonny tells Will about making partner, Will's genuine excitement for him makes it all the more exciting for Sonny, and the tight squeeze Will gives his hand relaxes him. It still completely baffles him, that they could've always had this. So easy, natural. He thanks whoever's listening that Will's heart is as big as it is, and finally back home where it belongs.
When their food arrives, the conversation dies down, as Sonny listens to the little noises Will's making as he slurps up his pasta. His own order is delicious, not that he's really paying attention. It's like he's on autopilot, ready to get them back home. Sonny feels ridiculous, but the way the candlelight on Will's pale skin is driving him crazy, desperate to see all the bare skin hidden under Will's well fitted suit is covering up. The server drops off their check, and Will snatches it up before Sonny can even blink.
"Hey, let me." Sonny argues, leaning over to grab it.
"Nuh uh." Will says cheerfully, sliding his debit card, proclaiming DR. WILLIAM HORTRAKIS on the front, out of his wallet. Plopping it down on the table, he asks, teasing, "What about cash? You can always leave the tip."
"It's not a tip when it's the same account." Sonny insists, ignoring Will's protests as he tries to grab the card.
"Then what's the problem?" Will teases, holding the little black book away. "Let me do this, Sonny. You've been doing this for years. Taking care of me and Ari, and I've let you, but I want us to be equal on this here. I want to take care of you too, Sonny. Whether you let me or you do it kicking and screaming. And besides, coming here was my idea, so it's only right I pay."
Sonny pauses, thinking it over. Then, "It's your ass that's gonna be paying for it later." he promises with a smile, leaning close. Will blushes again.
Sonny's rewarded a second later, when Will's still blushing when the server comes by again. "Like that wasn't my plan all along." Will grins, locking those blue eyes onto Sonny's like a laser.
They take their own cars back out of the city back home, and Sonny drives with one eye in the rearview mirror, focused on Will's headlights. Sonny pulls in first, shocks hitting the potholes, immediately distracted as he watches Will's body slide out of his car.
Sonny's only one person in the eyes of the man that he loves, and even if Will wasn't the most gorgeous man he's ever known, here or anywhere, he'd still be completely at Will's mercy by the hopeful, desperate look in Will's eyes. Will walks straight over to him, and the second he's in arm's reach, Sonny pushes him against the car.
"I'm gonna devour you." Sonny promises, then seals his mouth over Will's, Will's desperate moan vibrating his teeth.
Twenty minutes later, Will is ass-up in bed, hands white-knuckled against the sheets as Sonny traces his tongue along the flushed, pink hole, begging for Sonny's mouth. Will's literally panting, gorgeous cock heavy and pointed towards the sheets, dripping a line of clear fluid. His hips haven't stopped moving, like Sonny's mouth is too good, and simultaneously too much and not enough.
"Can you come like this?" Sonny murmurs against Will's ass cheek, sucking little bites against the gorgeous, pale skin just asking to be marked up.
Will keens as Sonny drives his tongue forward, breaching that gorgeous little opening that Sonny has every intention of thoroughly getting acquainted with before any actual sex. He sucks on a finger, getting it soaking wet, before pushing it in Will's hot, tight ass.
"Oh god," Will chokes, rubbing his face against the sheets. "Please, please…"
"So pretty, begging for me." He scrapes his fingerprints along the inside, feeling blindly for the little spot that made Will lose it last night. He reattaches his mouth to Will's flushed-red hole, sucking firmly, wriggling his finger in that tight space he made for himself.
"Oh god, I'm--" Will whines, his spine dipping into the most beautiful arch Sonny's ever seen.
Sonny gets a hand into his pants, fisting his own rock hard cock. He's seconds away from coming himself, completely torn apart by Will's unyielding want for him. Sonny is used to men wailing once he gets his fingers up inside, but the quiet brokenness in Will's voice has him soaked in so much pre-come, he doesn't need to lube up his hand at all for a slick stroke.
Sonny slides in a second finger, pulling firmly at his own cock, and Will smacks his hands against the bed and comes, dick twitching with nothing against it but air.
"There we go," Sonny tells him, "Touch yourself, wring it all out."
Will's hand goes to where Sonny orders, and Sonny watches, two fingers still buried firmly in Will's ass as Will tugs and twists, milking every drop, until Sonny's coming himself, groaning into Will's hole, creaming his own pants.
"Fuck," Will whines, collapsing onto his stomach, quads twitching with the aftershocks. "Fuck, that was good. You gotta let me…"
Sonny grabs Will's ankle, motioning for him to flip over on his back. Will complies, watching with wide, wet eyes as Sonny crawls over him, his spent cock dragging against Will's thighs and stomach. Will all but smirks at him, but there's still wonder there, too, after all this time.
"You've roped me in," Sonny murmurs, dragging his lips up the strong, long line of Will's neck.
Sonny has every intention of dragging their sticky-asses into the shower, but when he up wakes the next morning with his dick glued to his pubes and Will's unbrushed-teeth brand of morning breath blowing hot in his face, he's surprosingly okay with not having the strength to even move out of bed.
Besides, he can't think of a better start to his first day as partner. He drags a half-asleep, warm, clingy Will out of his (their?) bed and into a steaming hot shower. Sonny stands behind Will, who's finally starting to wake up, face tipped up and hanging back.
Sonny trails a loofah down Will's pale, graceful back. He presses his palm to the tiny scar at the neckline, the wound that should have killed him. Hell, it did kill him, but Sonny refuses to even give it another thought. He digs his fingers into Will's waist, and his warm, wet skin is a goddamn miracle. He keeps going, soaping up Will's flanks, watching him come alive another day right before his eyes, under his own hands.