Sonny's hands are shaking violently as he fumbles with the keys to their house. He hasn't been here in a week, instead holing up in a motel close to the hospital for personal hygiene and sleep related needs. Crazy or not, he flat out refused to set foot in this house without the love of his life. If the unthinkable had happened again, he would've left it all behind, sped off back towards Salem, silently praying for someone to run him off the road, and...
He's not going to think about that, because that didn't happen. Will's right here with him, leaning against is back, kissing his shoulder, looping the arm not wrapped up in a cast around Sonny's waist to push himself closer, hot length against Sonny's ass.
"You're distracting me." Sonny mumbles around a smile. The pain meds Will is on are making him really horny, instead of loopy.
"I say you're the distracting one, Sonny." Will almost purrs, heavy hand reaching down the front of Sonny's pants. "Extremely distracting."
The key finally unlocks the door, and they both almost fall through the door. They both stop abruptly, looking around, open mouthed.
The first thing Sonny is aware of is the heater on full blast, warming up the entire house. He was expecting cold feet against bare legs for a good hour while it warmed back up after nobody being here for a week.
But the thing that really gets their attention is the way it looks like Santa's Workshop has taken up residence in their living room. There's a huge tree, almost as big as the one at the Horton Family Ornament Ceremony every year, and it's definitely real, judging by the needles and strong scent of pine. It's beautifully decorated, like someone plucked it out of a magazine and dumped it here, with white lights and colorful ornaments, along with an angel on top. Their gas fireplace is lit, pushing more warmth against their hands, and the mantel is decked with holly, poinsettias and red bows.
There's a little over a dozen presents underneath, all addressed to one or both of them, all signed, "From Santa."
"Sonny." Will calls from the kitchen, and Sonny removes his jacket, putting it in the closet before joining him.
Will tosses him a note, picking it up from their table.
To the Hortrakises-- We couldn't let you first Christmas in Melas go without celebrating. Apologies for breaking in using the key Sonny gave me months ago to break in.
Love, Liam, Viv, and Eli
Sonny sets the note back on the table, trying and failing at not choking up. In all honesty, Will's always had a loneliness following him his entire life, homesick for a place to call home he was slowly starting to believe didn't exist. He might be the quieter of the two of them, but he's definitely outgoing, and he's missed his time in Salem for the companionship of his friends. The sense of belonging.
Even here, in Melas, it seemed to him it was Sonny who was capturing people's hearts, who, as Will had known would happen, charmed everyone he met, and helped little kids find lost pets. Who'd mowed people's lawns, making them laugh, waving and smiling on the streets as he walked to breakfast at the diner, to his job at Marnie's a couple blocks away. But as it was apparently shown at the hospital, the town rallied around him too, they showed how much they love Will too. Not just as an accessory to Sonny, but because he's Will, and maybe because it's the Christmas season and he hasn't felt that sense of togetherness surrounding it since they came here, but Sonny finds himself unable to stop himself from holding in all the crying he's been holding back the entire time Will was in the hospital.
"Oh, Sonny." Will murmurs, but he doesn't tease, so maybe he's just as choked up as Sonny is.
"I was so terrified, Will." He whispers into his husband's neck, as Will wraps his arms around his him as best he can. "I can't do this without you. I need you so much. I think I-- I've always needed you too much. Loved you too much."
Will pulls back from Sonny just a little, so he can look him right in the eyes, brushing the tears away with his thumb. "You're not getting rid of me that easily. Not now, not ever. Listen to me. I-I was so scared, for the longest time, of how much we-- I made some seriously messed up decisions ever since we've been together because I was so scared of losing you, but being here with you, building a life away with Salem with you, it's all made me realize that it was never just about losing you. It was about how I know I couldn't survive one day without you. It wasn't fair to you so many times, because I didn't want to give up on us, maybe when you had every right to walk away, when you wanted to start over with someone else. I couldn't let you do that. But Sonny, it's because-- because that's just how much I love you. How much I've always loved you. Ever since we met on the pier, ever since you kissed me after the explosion, when you made me yours, you have always been the thing that keeps me from floating away. My anchor. Everything good about this world is all right there in your eyes, Sonny, and I wouldn't change it for anything."
"I kept you at a safe distance here, even after that night when-- when I guess we both realized what we almost let happen. Accepted what was going to happen, because I knew if I let us get back there again, and I wound up leaving and taking the fall for us, it would kill me, Sonny. And now I know, I was punishing you for making an impossible decision, taking that option off the table because I was hurting, because I thought that hurt trumped whatever feelings I had. Missing you like missing one of my lungs. So, even though you're already wearing your ring, even though I've said it already...I dunno. Talking to Andre, thinking about our lives back in Salem-- it just put everything in perspective. And I'm not scared, or hurting anymore. I love you. Every day, I love you more. I'm sorry I never said it the entire time we've been here, but I hope you see it in everything I do, because that's all I've been saying all the days of our lives since we've been together."
Sonny's knees start to go weak. It's just-- this man, his 'keep everything quiet until it all blows up' husband, saves his speeches for the most important moments, and none of them had all the feelings that one did. Sonny's hands cup around his husband's flushed cheeks and kisses him, open Will'sl mouth with his tongue, tasting all the words he'd just spoken, sucking them back into his body to keep inside him.
They kiss for so long, their lips go numb and swollen, tasting each other's tongues, moaning and panting and pulling each other closer and closer together until their arousals touch, and they still don't stop.
"Don't make me wait again." Sonny begs, outright begs, "Please, Will. Don't make me wait."
Sonny growls, and Will feels it rumble in his chest. Sonny reattaches their aching lips as he begins to march them backwards towards Sonny's bedroom, the bedroom that's become theirs over the past several months. Will is gratified to see that the bed is still unmade, that their friends stayed out of their personal space.
Will's hand, the one not in the sling, goes to Sonny's pants, pushes right down the back to cup his ass cheeks, kneading the muscle in his firm grip. Will whines against his husband's mouth, biting his plump, swollen bottom lip as Will's thumb rubs deeply against his hole, dry.
"Yes," Sonny whispers, backing them up further until his knees hit the bed. Sonny sits on the edge, and Will straddles his husband right then and there.
Their clothes make piles on the hardwood floor, and Sonny's back hits the headboard as Will straddles him once again. Their cocks rub and strain together as Will breathes heavily into his husband's mouth, hissing as the cold lube runs straight down his crack.
Will reaches back to guide Sonny's fingers, and his head rolls back on his neck as one of his joins two of Sonny's thicker ones. Sonny stares up at him, mouth hanging open, like he's never seen anything quite like him, like he might actually be a little overwhelmed. The thought that Sonny, his promiscuous, beautiful husband, who has had sex more times than Will could even begin to quantify-- the thought that he's overwhelmed just by this, just by Will squirming in his lap while hanging off his fingers, it makes something in Will melt. He thrusts down onto his husband's fingers as Sonny curls them up inside him. It makes Sonny curse, makes him start putting his wrist and forearm into the pushes of his fingers up into Will.
"Open up for me Will," Sonny murmurs to him, massaging at the muscle inside him, spreading his fingers, moaning as Will pushes another finger inside him to loosen the tight clutch even further. "Open right up."
Will shouts as Sonny scrapes across his prostate, and his hips start rocking urgently, the wet tip of his cock leaving clear strands over Sonny's stomach. He's panting Sonny's name against his lips, his eyes screwed shut as he rocks even deeper, taking his own fingers out to wrap his arms around Sonny's neck.
"Touch yourself," Sonny whispers, putting firm pressure against the spot inside Will, pressing at it, rubbing it like a clit, and Will barely gets a hand around his leaking cock before he comes, eyes rolling back in his head, mouth dropping open, forehead knocking against Sonny's.
"Jesus, oh Jesus," Will mumbles, still wringing himself dry, loving the sensitivity, how much it almost hurts, the sick, twisted man he's always been. Will always be all tied up in knots for the man underneath him, staring up at him like he's the only thing he sees, in a way no one else has ever seen him his entire life. Will now knows how true that really is..
Will rubs lube down Sonny's cock, which is currently streaming pre-come, for him, and only him, for this, so turned on his entire body shivers when Will touches him. They lock eyes as Will gets up on his knees, and it's so quiet, none of the dirty words shared between them like all the other times. Will feels his husband nudge against where he's wide open, and he presses his forehead against Sonny's as he begins his descent.
"Ah, fuck," Sonny mumbles, pressing his open, panting mouth against Will's, not kissing him, just sharing a breath. "Slowly, Will. Slow, baby. Don't hurt yourself."
Will's life has been spent in considerable pain more times than not, so the word hurt doesn't even register. This isn't even hurting. It's just pressure, and he feels something tight in him snap open as Sonny clears the tight ring of muscle, and from that point on it's so much easier, and time suddenly speed up, because now he's sitting, ass pressed against his husband's thighs, and they both can't stop shaking, unable to look away from each other, scanning each other's faces in something like wonder.
Sonny bucks, like he can't help it, and Will's head rocks back, eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling fan as he digs his fingernails into Sonny's shoulders.
"Again," he pleads, screwing his eyes shut against the parting of muscle, the way it feels to have Sonny shoved up in his guts, to have him shifting things around inside him. "Feels so good, Sonny," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his husband's panting mouth. "You feel so good."
They find their rhythm, and Will might be an awkward dancer but he's definitely good at this, always been good at moving his body in sync with Sonny's, two dancers always in step with the other, reading each other's body language. It's hard for Sonny to thrust like this, but that's okay, Will likes him up in there, deep, not able to move away. There will be time for hard, for fast and rough later, when Will is healed. Now is about slow, now is about Sonny, and the swirling motion of his hips as he rocks back and forth, flushing at the aching little moans that keep escaping him as his husband keeps him open, rubbing up against the fragile nerve endings.
Eventually, they need to readjust, Sonny sliding to his back on the bed, and Will folds over him, clinging, as Sonny slams his powerful hips up and up and up. Their bodies are slick with sweat, sliding together as they hold on, and Will realizes he's hard again, so he guides Sonny's good hand down to his cock, where it's weeping trails of slick against their bellies.
"Gonna make me come," he bites out, wrapping their fingers together around his thick, engorged cock. "Gonna, I'm gonna-"
"Oh, god, me, too, Will, so fuckin' beautiful," Sonny grits out, staring up at him as he plants his feet on the bed, hammering himself inside. "So fuckin' beautiful, hanging off my dick, I swear to god-"
"Sonny. God, I-- Come on, come on," Will mutters, their hands a slick blur against his dick as he lets the pleasure creep down his spine, really feel the way Sonny is buried up inside him, the way his body opens and closes around Sonny's big dick as his hips pick up speed as he, himself, gets closer and closer to the finish line.
Will adjusts himself, their bodies slicking together, and that causes Sonny to nail his prostate with each thrust, and it takes him no time at all to clench down, hard, as he shoots across Sonny's stomach, almost to his chin. He rears back, nearly unseating himself, and that makes Sonny laugh, a broken sound that turns into a moan as he slams his hips up into Will a half dozen more times before he shakes and shakes and shakes apart, growling as he screws his hips to get as deep as he can.
Will falls over him slowly, exhausted, not caring about the sweat and come, not caring about anything but getting his mouth over Sonny's, slipping his tongue in lazily to let Sonny suck on it as he ruts in almost a dream like state, wringing out the last of his release into Will's body. Will gives himself one last squeeze, his eyes nearly crossing at the pleasure-pain, then he wraps his arms around his husband's neck, kissing him and kissing him until they both can't breathe.
Sonny hums against his mouth as Will lifts off, then gives him a swift smack on the ass for good measure. Will nearly limps to the bathroom wiping himself down quickly, blushing and grinning at the feeling of Sonny's eyes on him, those beautifully dark eyes that Will has looked into since the day they met, the way they've always looked at him like this, with so much unabashed love and pride.
Will flops to his back carefully, sighing and scratching at his stomach. He holds out his arm for Sonny to snuggle up to him, and Sonny does, burying his nose into Will's armpit, breathing in a great sigh, and letting it out hotly, making goosebumps erupt all over Will's torso. He wraps Sonny up in a huge hug, ignoring Sonny's squawk of protest, because not ten seconds later, Sonny lays his arm across Will's chest, buries his face against Will's neck, kissing at the sweaty skin there.
"Welcome home, Will," Sonny murmurs, and he's never meant anything more in his entire life.
