Will sits idly by on a bench in the center of town, atching Sonny go from table to table. He fits in so well with his winter jacket and charming smile, and Will can't help but admire him.
Will loves seeing Sonny like this, wide open and well fed, loving their lives here. Will does too, but what he really loves is how he's starting to let go of the guilt he's harbored over letting his dad go to jail for him, because he shot EJ, a secret he's been keeping since he was 14.
They're not pretending to be civilians anymore; now they actually are. Sonny's waistline has actually become more visible by about half an inch, despite him swearing it's because Will keeps shrinking his jeans. He's not overweight by any means-- still strong and steady and indescribably beautiful, but he's more relaxed too. He wears t shirts and belts and uses moisturizer.
"Who made the macarons?" asks a voice from behind, and when Will turns, it's to see the face of a smiling Ms. Mo. "Keep that up, and I can't afford to let you come into my bakery for very long. Those were incredible."
Will smiles back, "Sonny." he admits, voice soft. "He's the cook out of the two of us. You should've seen his Thanksgiving dinner. I had no clue he'd be able to pull it off."
Mo moves to sit next to him on the cold bench, so Will scoots over. He doesn't know these people as well as Sonny, who works about 3 blocks away, eats on his break at a different place every day. Will brings his in a brown paper bag and has an exhausting drie Monday through Friday.
"I'm happy to see you two adjusting so well." Mo comments after they've been quiet for a while, as they both just sit there, watching everyone call out to one another, hugging and gabbing about Christmas plans. "Two men like you stuck out like sore thumbs for those first few months."
Will laughs.
She pats his hand. "Lot of people want to live here, or somewhere similar. Fall in love with the simple life, but after a while they're climbing the walls. Most would rather lay low, and there's no doing that here."
Will ponders that for a moment, before deciding she's right. "Sonny and I are used to sticking out for one reason or another." he says hesitantly. "But I really love how we can just be, with no extra baggage."
Right on cue, Sonny turns to find Will in the crowd. Will watches as Sonny looks for him, brow wrinkled as he looks over each person, nodding politely, but still tense, until he finally spots Will. The second their eyes meet, Sonny relaxes, giving Will such an openly adoring smile, Will just has to look away to hide the hopeless smile, plastered on his own face.
Mo pats his hand again, as they sit quietly until the sun starts setting.
"You know something?" she begins, squeezing his hand before resting it in his lap, "I heard some interesting information about you two the other day."
Will raises his eyebrows. He's still not used to it, even after all his years in Salem, how so many people want to know their business. He and Sonny led pretty respectable lives, and sure many guys might've taken an interest in that, but mostly, they knew they were it for each other. And regardless of how grateful those men were to have the record straight, they always wound up hurt one way or another because of that fact.
"That Hortrakis isn't your family, name, but your married one." Mo finishes, watching WIll for his reaction.
It's neither, Will thinks. But he knows what she's actually referring to, so he just smiles and shrugs. "It's both." he says vaguely, winking, as she squeals.
"I knew it!" she cries. "You can't even see how he looks at you when you're not looking. Like you're a god, and he's your disciple."
"Mo!" Will gasps, blushing and laughing. It's the first time someone here has said anything like that, and Will thinks he could get used to hearing something like it on a regular basis.
"Ready to get going, Will?" Sonny comes up from behind, laying a gloved hand on his shoulder before carding his fingers through his hair. "Freezing my butt off. Hi, Mo."
Mo flutters her fingers at Sonny, before giving Will a peck on the cheek. "You make him behave, you hear?"
"What was that?" Sonny wonders, pulling Will's arm until he stands up. Sonny pushes his hands under the back of Will's jacket, seeking warmth.
Will smiles, wrapping his arms around Sonny's shoulders. He still can't believe this is their life. After so many years of unnecessary drama, of everything being up in the air, of brief reprieves--now he's allowed to revel in perfect moments like this, with Sonny's smile beaming down at him, glove clad fingers tracing his back.
"Just drawing a line in the sand." Will replies, pulling Sonny closer. "In public."
"Mmmm." Sonny murmurs, settling wrapping his arms around Will's waist. "Don't you dare stop."
A couple hours later, they're stumbling through the door, greedy hands attached to clothing, seeking the warm skin underneath. Sonny slams the front door closed with Will's body, moving firmly into his personal space.
"Kiss me," Will groans, bunching Sonny's shirt at the small of his back. "Please."
Sonny fists Will's hair at the back of his neck, yanking to expose the long, sweaty column of soft, pale skin. He sets his teeth against it, feeling the rumble of Will's ascent against his lips.
They're frantic in a way they haven't been. Sonny has found himself pulling back a little, afraid of Will settling for this, for him. He hasn't voiced it because he knows how badly Will reacts when Sonny implies he doesn't know his own feelings, but they are the most familiar thing in the world to each other, and he's worried that the thrill is in the comfort for Will. For him, the thrill is in the realization of feelings he's tried to keep under wraps, being able to express those things, and the new things he learns about Will every time he touches him.
The way people had looked at them tonight, their eyes lighting over them together, understanding the unabiding love that runs between them-- it had struck a match against the flint of Sonny's protective streak, made him feel possessive and hungry, like he wanted every single resident of Melas to know he was taken by a man like Will.
Sonny has been in love before, but never anything like this, and a lot of that was self-preservation. But Will has always had him, every single piece of him, and he has nothing left to preserve from his wandering hands.
"Sonny," Will chokes as Sonny bites his way up Will's neck, setting his teeth against his jaw as their hips choke up against each other, rub in deep, hurting circles. They're both so hard underneath their jeans, it's making Sonny's eyes roll back all the way into his head.
Will drops, suddenly, sliding his long body down the door, resting on his haunches. His long fingers fumble at Sonny's belt, and Sonny sucks in a breath through his teeth as Will trails the back of his hand over Sonny's cock, threatening to burst.
"What're you...doing," he whispers, voice shot to hell.
Will presses forward, unlooping Sonny's belt, popping the button to his fly, letting the denim fall to Sonny's knees. He rubs his damp lips over Sonny's cotton-covered dick, mouthing over the drooling head. It twitches in his briefs, like it's stretching to get inside Will's mouth.
"Will," he groans, bracing his hands against the door, looking down.
"Gotta," Will murmurs, fitting his hands over Sonny's hip bones, licking at the head of Sonny's cock, "Gotta remember what you taste like here. Been thinking, wondering since I got my memory back. You smell so good." Sonny's ex husband buries his nose in the dark curls just above the waistband, then pulls it down to drop with Sonny's jeans.
Sonny's eyes roll back in his head as Will licks again, trailing a soft, wet tongue up the vein of his cock, which is almost purple, twitching like a heartbeat. He's so hard, he's almost dizzy with blood loss.
He takes himself in his own hand, rubbing up slowly, watching more clear fluid leak out. Will leans forward, letting Sonny trace his precome on Will's lips like lipstick.
"Open up," Sonny tells him.
Will looks up at him, through those long flirty lashes, and then his eyes close as Sonny slides himself inside, one long, rough thrust until he's snug in the back of Will's throat, feeling the contractions of Will's gag reflex.
Sonny most definitely does check out, then. He's gotten so many blowjobs from all types of people, and as cliche as it sounds to him, nothing has ever felt like this. Will's smart tongue drawing shy but sure circles over the head, going long down the vein, getting spit everywhere until it's leaking out of the corners of his mouth. Sonny gets a hand in those short tresses on Will's head, still braced against the door, petting his Will softly, a juxtaposition to the hard, demanding motion of his hips. Will just closes his eyes, and lets himself be used.
Will reaches a hand down his own pants, the jingle of his belt making Sonny's eyes pop open to watch.
"Show me," Sonny demands, working his hips in little circles against the battered softness of Will's throat.
Will's dick is long, not much longer than his, but thinner, paler, the head a rosy pink like the color of his lips, nipples. He jerks it roughly, massaging it between his fingers as he moans around Sonny, the vibrations making Sonny's toes curl in his shoes.
"So pretty, Will, God. So fuckin' beautiful, look at you," he babbles, letting his orgasm work up from the base of his spine. "Gonna come down that throat of yours. You ready? Ready for me?"
Will's hand speeds up as he moans, and the suction takes on a frantic, hard edge that has Sonny's hips stuttering. His soft strokes in Will's hair turn into a fist, pushing his head back and forth, working his dick deep in Will's throat.
He bites off a yell when he comes, locking his knees so he doesn't collapse on top of Will. Will just takes it all, swallowing, groaning like it's his last meal, one he'd chosen above all others.
Sonny tries to withdraw, but Will makes a hurting sound, continues to nurse on his oversensitive cock. There's tears in Sonny's eyes from it, but if Will wants him in his mouth to get off, far be it from Sonny to deny him anything.
Will breaks off when he comes, gasping for air as his chin drops to his chest. His ex husband comes like a pornstar, thick ropes almost to his chin, gushing out of his fist as he works himself. Sonny drops to his knees, getting at Will's mouth, tasting the satisfaction.
An hour later, they're huddled against each other on the swing by the river, breaths hot against the cold air. They have their heads tipped back, looking at the stars sparkling in the clear night, hands warm with their mugs of hot spiked cider.