Good deeds tend to put him in a good mood. When Sonny walks into Brady's, he's ready for a cold one, along with a well deserved pat on the back. And Will.
He's behind the bar, pulling a draft and chatting with a regular. He watches his gaze waver, before finally landing on him. Stay on him as Sonny walks up, flipping up the pass-through.
Will still has time to slide the foaming beer across the bar to the customer's waiting hands, starting to turn before Sonny wraps him up in his arms and kisses him.
The scattering applause and whistles has Sonny smiling as he holds Will close. "I missed you."
Will rubs their tingling lips together. "I thought you had pretty good aim." He pats Sonny's cheek, giving him a quick, wicked smile. "Now slow down there speedy, I'm working."
"You need to ask someone to cover for you."
"I'm busy, Sonny. Go sit down, and I'll get you a beer."
Sonny just grabs Will's arm, elbowing the door open to the kitchen, "Someone cover for Will." he calls back, nodding towards the pass-through. "You mind?" he asks the man sipping the draft.
"No problem."
"Sonny." Will doesn't struggle, knowing how bad it would look. "I'm supposed to be running this place."
"And you're doing an incredible job. Thanks." Sonny adds when the man flips up the pass-through. "So it should be fine for half an hour." He nods as the guy rushes over and opens the door for him.
He leads Will outside. They get a few interesting looks as they walk down the sidewalk and turn into Will's courtyard.
"I don't like being ordered around."
"I'm not ordering you, I'm leading you. Can I have your spare key?" he asks as they climb the stairs. When Will doesn't say anything, Sonny shrugs. "Fine. We'll most likely get arrested for what we're going to do out here, but that doesn't scare me."
"Under the flower pot, first on the right."
"Good."
To Will's shock, Sonny maneuvers Will around so he can crouch down, all while keeping a firm grip on Will's arm while he grabs the key. Once again, he's underestimated Sonny's strength, and, Will has to admit, his reaction towards it.
"You've lost some weight." Sonny comments as he unlocks the door. "Good."
"Excuse me?" Will says in his best uptight tone.
"I thought it's because you're pining for me."
"Get a grip, dumbass."
"I do." Sonny says, reaching to squeeze his ass as he kicks the door shut.
"I just want you to know up front how flattered I am that you took the time out of your very busy day to come all the way into town to sneak in a quickie, but--."
"Awesome idea. Not my first item on the agena, but what's the point in waiting." Sonny relaxes his grip some as he leads them to the bedroom.
"Okay, Sonny, you're really starting to piss me off. You need to let me go and--."
Whatever else Will was going to say--along with the air in his lungs--disappears when Sonny pushes him onto the bed. Sonny can see his eyes glitter dangerously before he rubs a hand over his face. And that, Sonny thinks, is just perfect. He's in the mood for hard and fast, hit and sweaty.
"What the hell's going on with you? You just came marching into the pub like you own the place, and drag me off like a dead body. If you think all I am is a scratch to an itch whenever it strikes your fancy, you are sadly mistaken."
Sonny just smiles, pulling off a shoe and tossing it aside.
"Put that back on, or you're gonna be limping back out. Either way, get the hell out."
Sonny pulls off the other shoe, then his shirt. Will's response to that is to scramble to his knees and spit out something unintelligible so quickly, he can only catch every other word.
"Sorry." Sonny says in a mild tone as he unbuttons his jeans. "That's a little too fast for me. Did you tell me to go to hell, or that I should go to the ball?"
Sonny's ready for Will when Will leaps, and laughs when Will tries to swipe at him. It's time for a quickie, hard and fast, and Will's nails and teeth are just adding to it.
Will slaps, curses, and kicks him. Then bucks like a wild horse when Sonny crushes Will underneath him on the bed, covering his mouth with a hot, hungry kiss.
"Not what you were expecting, huh?"
Breathless, Sonny tears at Will's shirt. "I think I've been exceeding your expectations just a little too much."
"Stop. Stop it!" Will's heart sprints under Sonny's rough hand. No, this isn't what he's come to expect from Sonny at all, any more than his own supercharged response to Sonny's dominance was what he's expecting from himself.
"Look at me." Sonny holds Will's hands on both sides of his head. "Tell me you don't want me, or this. Say it and actually mean it, and I'm gone."
"Let go of my hands." Though Will's gaze is still steady, his voice is shaking. "Let go of my hands right now."
Sonny lets go of one. "Say it." His muscles quiver. "Do you want this, or not?"
Will fists a hand in Sonny's hair and pulls his mouth back to his own. "I need this."
Will uses his teeth, gnawing at Sonny's lips. Using his leg, he wraps them around Sonny to hold him against himself.
"Take it." Will demands. "Hard. Hard and fast."
Sonny's hand shoots beneath the short shorts, pulling the boxers down with them. Sweat already covers the both of them as Will arches his back.
"Hang on." Sonny warns, before plunging inside him.
Will cries out as the explosive sensation rips right through him, cries out again as Sonny pushes deeper, harder. Filled, overpowered, taken until needs, frantic, outrageous needs flood through Will. Will's nails scratch Sonny's back, pinch Sonny's hips.
More. Will's mind screams. "More." Will says out loud. "I need more."
So does he. Sonny shoves Will's knees back, opens Will up and thrusts himself inside Will.
It hurts. Sonny's lungs, heart, his groin. The wild heat, the indescribable pleasure of going crazy with Will clouds his vision until the world is soaked in it.
The sun beats through the windows, the blast of music from the square, the squeak of springs as slick skin slaps in a rhythm against more slick skin.
And Will's eyes, deep and blue as turquoise, locking onto Sonny's.
I love you. For all the days of my life.
Sonny doesn't know if he actually said that out loud, or if the words are just stuck in a loop in his brain. But he sees Will's eyes change, watches emotions swirl in them, blinding them.
He hears Will sob for air, feels Will clench around him as he comes. Helpless, half out of his mind, Sonny shatters. And spills into him.
Out of air, out of his head, he collapses on top of Will. Underneath him, Will keeps quaking, quivering. And shuddering, aftershocks from an earthquake. Then he goes still.
