He is most definitely making a mistake, Will thinks as he slips a nice flannel shirt onto his body. He's already made several mistakes with Sonny Kiriakis. It really annoys him, because he rarely ever makes mistakes with guys.

If there's one thing he's learned from his last serious ex, it's how to handle men. What not to do. He made it a habit of doing the exact opposite of what he'd done with Leo.

This mindset has kept Will's heart intact for years. He has no desire, and no plans, to put it in another man's hands. Figuratively of course, he thinks with a smirk as he uses some chapstick.

He likes being in the right guy's hands well enough, when he wants to.

A man who doesn't like sex, in his mind, just didn't think to pick and choose his bedfellows. A smart gay guy calls out men willing and able to learn how that guy wants to be satisfied. And a guy that's satisfied would be more willing to put in the effort to give the guy something right back.

It's a win-win.

But that just brings him back to the current problem. Sonny somehow makes Will want to jump in bed every goddamn second they're together. He's not used to following his hormonal instincts.

The smartest, safest thing for a guy in his position to do about sex is to be the one in control. To decide exactly when it was gonna happen, where they were gonna do it, who with, and how it winds up happening. Other men, they were just horny by nature. He can hardly blame them for that, being one himself.

And anyone who says they haven't tried to rile someone up on purpose is cruel, or lying through their teeth.

If Will honestly thought he and Sonny are heading towards a casual relationship that's gonna start and end on mutual attraction, this wouldn't even be a concern. But there's so much more to this guy than that. Way too many layers, he thinks, and Will just can't seem to peel them all back and figure out who he really is.

Even more concerning, was the underlying reaction he had that wasn't lust. That as well was complicated and mysterious.

He likes Sonny's looks, and the confidence in his voice. And then he'd gone and hit the weak spot with the obvious shine he'd taken to his grandma Marlena.

Knows how to make him all hot and bothered too, he admits. The guy definitely knows how to put that mouth to work.

And when he wasn't focused, a hurt look in his eyes. Will's always been a sucker for bleeding hearts.

The right thing to do here is to take it slow. Will arches his back, spraying a spritz of cologne over his skin. Nice and easy. No point in speeding towards the exit before you've enjoyed the view.

Will trails his hands over his chest, imagining Sonny's fingers there. His mouth.

It's been forever since he's wanted a guy this...adamantly, he realizes with a start. Now that it's too late for a one night stand, the smart thing would be to get to know him better, before Will lets him think he's talking him into bed.

"Of course you're right on time." Will comments out loud, upon hearing the knock on his door. He looks in the mirror one last time, then walks to the front door.

He looks really good in a blazer. Very classy, Will decides. He reaches out, running the navy blue lapel between his fingers. "Well. Don't you clean up real nice."

"...I'm sorry, but all the blood seems to have been drained out of my head, and all I'm capable of saying is wow."

Will flashes him a knowing smirk and turns in a slow circle. "This work for you?"

The shirt hugs him, making Sonny's glands get excited. "It's definitely working out great."

Will crooks a finger, "Come here a sec."

Will steps back, then slides a hand through Sonny's arm and turns toward a framed mirror. "Aren't we quite the pair?" Will says, laughing at Sonny's expression. "So where are we headed tonight?"

"Whaddaya say we find out?" He picks up a scarf, draping it around his neck. "You sure you'll be warm enough?"

"If I'm not, then my outfit's definitely not doing its job." Will starts to reach for Sonny's hand, before he winds up staring at the limo parked outside.

Rarely ever is Will caught completely off guard, but it takes about 9 seconds before he makes himself say something, to keep his wits about him. "Did you buy this?"

"No no, it's just a rental. This way, we can drink all we want tonight."

As far as first dates go, Will thinks as Sonny leads him down the stairs, this one has a lot of potential. Which only gets better when the driver opens the door to welcome him inside.

There's two silver buckets. One holds a bottle of champagne, the other a bouquet of orange peonies.

"Roses would've been trite." Sonny explains, as he pulls out one of them and offers it to Will. "And you're anything but."

Will inhales the scent of the rose deeply. "This how you treat all your boyfriends back in Chicago?"

Sonny pours out a flute of champagne, handing it to Will, "There are no other boyfriends."

Knocked off kilter, Will takes a sip, "You're blowing me away, Sonny."

"That's the idea." He taps his glass with Will's. "I'm really good at riding an idea all the way out."

Will leans back, crossing his legs in a deliberately slow motion he knows will make Sonny look at them. "You're quite a vicious guy. You know what makes you even moreso? Nobody ever see it unless someone manages to try and look underneath the hard exterior."

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Will."

"Like hell you won't." But Will still gives a small delighted laugh. "That's just part of the fun. Part of the fun. And so far, I definitely am."

Turns out Sonny's idea of a first date is an elegant French black tie restaurant with muted lightning, and the corner table is designed for couples such as themselves.

Another bottle of champagne arrives within seconds of them being seated, which tips Will off to the fact that Sonny panned this. And probably has a lot more planned as well.

"I was told the food here leaves a lasting impression. The house is sometime in the twentieth century." Sonny continues."Colonial Revival, and belonged to an artist. Privatized home until about ten years ago."

"Is researching a restaurant's history one of your quirks?"

"Basking in the ambience. Especially in Chicago. That also goes for the food. I'm told the Soupe à l'oignon is the house specialty.

"Then one of us should order it." Intrigued, Will pushes his menu to the side. He's not just a fun guy, Will thinks. He's not just hot and smart. He's intriguing. "This time you get to pick."

His order is in fluent French, from the appetizers right down to the Gâteau au yaourt, which tells Will this is a man well acquainted with eating in fine dining restaurants.

"Your French is incredible, at least when it comes to ordering. Do you actually speak French?"

"Yeah, but other French dialects are still a bit tough."

"Have you ever actually been to Paris?"

"I lived there."

Will leans forward the way he had before, arms folded on the edge of a table, eyes locked with Sonny's. "Is it as incredible as I imagine?"

"Better."

"I'd kill to be able to go. Paris, Rome, Dubai and Greece." They're wild, vibrant dreams of his, and the thought of being able to go is almost as exciting as the wanting. "I take it you've been there too?"

"Not Rome. Not yet. My old job had me traveling a lot, so I got to see a lot of the world."

"Which one was your favorite?" Will rests his elbows on the table, chin resting on his laced fingers. "Out of everywhere?"

"Tough call. The beaches in Dubai, the Tuscany hills, the cafes in Paris. But at the moment, my favorite place to be is right here."

"There's that smooth talk I know and love. Tell me about Chicago then."

"It's a city of great architectural importance." When Will laughs, Sonny sits back and lets it wash over him. "Oh, you meant…"

"Tell me about your family. Any siblings?"

"Four brothers. Two biological, two adopted."

"Big fat Greek family, huh?"

"Are you serious? Dad's an only child, Mom's got two brothers as well, one with three kids, the other with two. And one of them has two grandkids. We're not just a family, we're a faction."

"You miss them, don't you?"

"Do I? Fine, yes I do." Sonny admits reluctantly. "Now that I'm a safe distance away from everyone, turns out I actually like them."

"Think they'll ever visit you?"

"In the distant future. Everyone's waiting for my mom to make the first move. In our family, if it's not one thing, it's the mother."

Will samples the appetizer Sonny had picked out for him. He doesn't wear any rings, which makes Sonny wonder why. Will has really nice hands, slim, delicate, soft. The key necklace still rests against his smooth, pale skin. But his fingers and wrists are completely bare. Wonderfully bare, Sonny realizes, and wonders if it's some kind of ploy to make him notice every line, curve, every sweep of his body.

Whatever the case, it's definitely working on him.