Will tapped his fingers against the desk of a security guard. He stood outside a fancy schmancy gated community. One of several that sprung up almost overnight in Salem. All the houses looked the same, nice, but the same.

Isak Larsson owned one of the fancy schmancy homes. As of three weeks ago, that is.

Will waited a few minutes before the security guard gave him clearance to enter. The man didn't bat an eye at Will visiting a resident at almost eleven at night. But he sure did a hell of a job checking Will over before allowing him inside. The man was concerned Will wasn't driving more than anything.

Will could only imagine how much money a place like this cost with a rent-a-cop this hardcore.

It took a few minutes for Will to meander his way to Isak's house and knock on an ornate door.

Isak's face wasn't as smug as Will expected when he stepped inside. He looked more confused than anything else. Confused, surprised, and only a little bit smug.

"Hej, Raring," Isak greeted, sweeping Will inside.

Isak lost his suit jacket and tie. He rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows and his feet were bare.

Somehow he made it look easy. He made wearing a suit seem like second nature, like he belonged in it. Something Will hadn't seen on a person in a long time.

"Hi," Will responded, clutching his left elbow in his right hand.

"I didn't expect you to show up," Isak admitted.

The two stood in an expansive foyer, staring at one another. Part of Will wasn't sure if he wanted to be there. While another, stronger part wanted to be there more than anything.

"I wasn't sure if I was going to come," Will said after a few moments. Eyes going from Isak to the massive space around them.

There wasn't much furniture yet but everything looked Swedish.

"Did you get everything here from Ikea?"

"Maybe," Isak responded with a small smile and a slight shrug.

While standing, he towered over Will. Whenever they spoke he rounded his shoulders and curved his back, slouching down. Force of habit from being so much taller than everyone else.

Force of habit to slouch, have a sore neck, and duck before he went under most doorways.

"Aren't there fancier furniture companies to use?"

"Yes," Isak said, smile widening.

When he didn't elaborate, Will turned away, walking further inside. Taking his time to look around.

"Let me get you a drink," Isak said. He moved to a large wet bar in the corner of the room.

"Not much furniture but a fully stocked bar. Why isn't that surprising?"

"Hush," Isak said around a laugh. He tipped a few bottles into glasses and stirred them around. Dropping a few berries for garnish. "I work long hours. I have to unwind somehow."

"In the entire time I've known you, I haven't seen you do any work."

"Perks of being the boss, Raring. I can do what I want, now. Here, take this."

Isak brought Will a glass of clear liquid.

"What is it?" Will asked, sniffing it and making a face.

"It's popular where I come from. Try it. Maybe you'll stop looking like I want jump you."

"Aren't you?" Will wondered before taking a sip.

It was strong but tasted like the strawberries floating around on top. Will wouldn't mind drinking more of it.

"Did I say that?" Isak questioned. He put his hand on Will's elbow and pulled him toward one of the few pieces of furniture in the place. A sofa low to the ground in a bright Ikea blue.

"Sit," Isak ordered, following his own directions, and facing Will.

Will sat but didn't look at Isak. Instead, he took a large gulp of his cocktail and looked around the room. Eyes flitting from corner to corner, left leg jittery. Bouncing up and down, vibrating the whole couch.

Isak put his hand over Will's knee to still his movement.

"Why are you here, William?"

"What?" Will asked, wide-eyed, finally turning to look at Isak. Glancing up at his light green eyes and getting a stab of nostalgia. Different green eyes, different gentle words, different attraction.

"Why did you come when you don't want to be here?"

"I never said I didn't want to be here," Will responded, gripping his drink between both hands and squeezing tight.

"Kroppsspråk is saying the opposite," Isak said.

"What?" Will asked with a slight frown.

"The thing," Isak gestured toward Will's body. "The way you sit, trying to look smaller than you are."

"Oh, body language?"

"Yes, that, body language. Body language does not look like you want to be here. So, what do you think is going to happen tonight?"

"You know," Will evaded, holding his glass to his lips but not taking a drink.

"No, I do not."

"You told Sonny I was the only one to convince you to give him a job," Will said in a low voice. He closed his eyes tight for a few seconds before letting out a loud puff of air. "I really need him to get this job."

"Why?"

"Why what?" Will asked, face a scrunched up mess.

"Why do you need him to get job?"

"Well," Will licked his lips a few times, glass in his hands beginning to tremble. Isak's voice was so direct. His question sounded more like an order. Will could feel a familiar tingling in the back of his nose. "This is the opportunity he's been waiting months for. He's been holding out for a job like this one. It's what he wants."

"I didn't ask what he wanted. I only care about what you want. So, again, why does he need job?"

"So, he's not home all the time," Will answered in a rush.

Months of resentment and insecurity pouring out to the first interested person.

"So, I don't have to come home to an apartment he doesn't help pay for. So, he can pay his own stupid bills and stop relying on me for everything. So, I can have some moments in peace. So, he's not pawing at me when I want to sleep. So, I don't have to clean morning, noon, and night because he doesn't know how to pick up after himself. So, I don't have to hear his endless criticisms and read his stupid notes about how awful I am. Because if he gets this job and I don't have to see him maybe, just maybe, I'll actually want to be with him again. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"No," Isak mumbled.

Isak leaned back on the sofa, glass of alcohol held in his lap. He looked straight ahead, not at Will.

For several long moments, Will thought he ruined everything. Isak wasn't going to give Sonny the job and Will's life would continue in one terrible, horrible mess and he couldn't. Will couldn't.

"You want to know secret?" Isak asked after a while. He threw back his own drink in one gulp and set it on the wooden floor.

"What?" Will asked, tightening his hold on his drink.

"I only told boyfriend to prove point."

"Only told Sonny what?" Will asked, face scrunched up.

"I told you boyfriend was not good enough. I make point."

When Isak saw Will's blank expression he mumbled something in Swedish and scratched his brow.

"What kind of man sells boyfriend for job?"

"…What?"

"Company already knows who to hire, before I even knew he was boyfriend. Today's interview was formal – uh – formalty – uh – you know."

"Formality?"

"Ja, yes, that one."

"What are you saying? You told Sonny all those things as some kind of test?"

Isak nodded.

"You need proof Sonny is awful boyfriend. What would normal person do if other man wants to sleep with boyfriend for job? Not send boyfriend to do it."

"…What?"

"I told you, you deserve better," Isak said, eyes dancing over Will's face. "But, since you're here, if you want to make sure terrible boyfriend gets job, I want a kiss."

He pointed to his right cheek.

Will didn't know what to think or do, confused, relieved, and disappointed in so many ways.

"That's it?" Will frowned, nose itching.

"Mmm hmm," Isak tapped his cheek again, leaning toward Will.

Will exhaled loudly, wetting his lips.

He pressed his lips to Isak's pale, sharp cheekbone. His skin was so soft and smooth. He smelled like something warm and woodsy and expensive.

Will lingered, nose pressed to Isak's skin.

It had been so long since he wanted to be close to someone. So long since he was with someone he actually wanted, someone he desired.

Deep down, Will wanted tonight to be an excuse. He couldn't sleep with Isak on his own. But, Sonny gave him permission in a way. Encouraged Will to do whatever he could to get Sonny that job.

A deep, dark, horrible side of Will wanted to do whatever he had to.

But, here Isak was giving him his out.

Will could go home, conscious clear. Back to his boyfriend who sold Will out for a job without any qualms. Back to a boyfriend who left Will feeling nothing but frustration and boredom.

So bored and aching and desperate for something, anything real. Anything he could choose for himself.

Will pulled away from Isak, holding his gaze. His heart pounded in his chest and he didn't have to decide at all.

He knew where this was going while he waited in front of the security guard. Before he even left his apartment. Earlier in Isak's pure glass office or in the park or when they first met.

Will didn't need to decide anything.

Isak opened his mouth to say something when Will pushed their lips together. Knocking Isak into the couch cushions, lips soft and warm and everything Will knew he was missing. Flames licked at his insides and skin. Fire erupting everywhere Isak's massive hand touched. Tongues touching and lips burning and Will wanted it.

He hadn't wanted anything so badly in months.

Will moaned when Isak ran his long fingers through Will's hair, yanking him into place. Holding Will's neck at the perfect angle and Will couldn't stop grinding into Isak's knee. Groaning and grunting and so hard and hot.

It'd been so long, so, so long since any touch set Will's skin on fire and got his heart rate soaring. So long and Will wanted to live in this moment. Wanted to curl into it and never let it go.

Too many clothes

They were wearing too many clothes. Will needed them gone. He fumbled the buttons on Isak's dress shirt, kissing and kissing and trembling in excitement.

When the buttons were undone, Will finally pulled away from Isak. Chest heaving, cock throbbing, and all Will saw was miles and miles of pale skin, sharp bones, and corded muscles. It had been months since Will saw abs, sweet, glorious abs.

Isak yanked at the bottom of Will's shirt, flinging it over the back of the couch. Will flopped on his back when Isak pushed, clawing at Isak's back as he started kissing down Will's neck. Tip of his tongue swirling along Will's pecs and nipples.

By the time Isak's mouth made it to the edge of Will's jeans, he was so close. So close and desperate and it had been months since he had anything other than a less than average orgasm. Just a little bit of touching from a hot man and he was going to fucking burst and he didn't even care. He wanted it so bad, needed it.

It took little more than a few twists of Isak's wrist around Will's dick. A few twists and the sight and feel of Isak's plush pink lips wrapped around Will's tip and it was over. Moaning and shouting and bucking his hips. It was so hot and fast. Will's heart was going to beat right out of his chest.

Isak worked Will over, twisting and sucking until Will pushed him away with a pathetic mewl.

Will's hair was a mess and his chest panted up and down, flushed bright red down to his groin. Lips bitten-red and a smear of semen in his nest of curls. And his dick was already twitching back to life. Rapidly filling at the sight of Isak shirtless and licking Will's come off his lips.

Will reached out and yanked Isak closer, kissing him wet and dirty. He groaned deep in his throat when Isak passed a spit-soaked mess of come into Will's mouth. The two chasing it back and forth, licking into the other's mouth. Spit and semen spilling down their chins as Will unzipped Isak's pants and wrapped his hand around Isak's dick.

Isak's cock was long and lean like the man himself. So fucking long and flushed pink and pearly at the tip and Will wanted it down his throat.

It took Will a good three or four minutes to make it happen. Isak's cock was the longest he ever tried to swallow and it had been so long. But Will was nothing if not determined.

It took copious amounts of spit, patience, and more than a little choking for Will to keep it in his throat for longer than a few seconds. Isak grabbed fistfuls of Will's hair and held his head in place so he could rock up into Will's throat.

And God, Will wanted it. He wanted Isak to use him and fuck him any which way he could.

After coming down Will's throat, Isak collapsed against the couch. Long legs dangling over the edge and Will perched on his lap.

Will didn't give him any time to recover. He simply ripped off the rest of their clothes and started gyrating against Isak's pelvis. Leaving a sticky, messy trail of Will's precome all over Isak's hip and upper thigh.

Isak mumbled something under his breath in Swedish before rolling the two over. They bumped to the hardwood floor with a loud crash.

Neither cared.

Isak wrapped his long arms around Will, plump, swollen lips finding each other. Sweaty, flushed chests rubbing together.

Isak's left hand dragged down Will's right side and hitched his leg up over Isak's hip. He brought his right hand up and shoved his middle finger into Will's mouth.

Will's eyes fluttered shut and he sucked and swirled and downright slobbered all over it. Feeling it hit the back of his throat and swallowing.

Isak mumbled a few more words before pulling away. Using his finger to trace over Will's hole and slowly work it inside.

It was tight and hot and burned and Will wanted it so much. He worked himself up and down. Crying out each time that impossibly long finger brushed against that perfect spot.

Isak couldn't even fit two fingers into Will without assistance. He left Will writhing on the floor to rush to his bathroom and get some lube and a condom.

When he came back, Will was stroking his own cock and prodding his entrance and Isak dropped to his knees for a better look.

Teasing Will with his sexy accent and waiting until Will begged before Isak pushed two fingers into him. Crooking them just so on every twist.

Will wasn't even stretched all the way yet before Will ripped the condom open with his teeth. Unwinding it over Isak and downright threatening Isak if Will didn't get his cock right that fucking minute.

Isak had to oblige. Drizzling lube over himself and Will, admiring the pretty picture Will made. Wanton and desperate with his legs spread wide and his mouth a constant stream of filth and pleads.

The sound Will made when Isak was finally inside him would haunt Isak for the rest of his damn life. Such a perfect mix of pain and pleasure and the sound of a man getting everything he always wanted.

The empty house echoed. Their screams, moans, and bodies slamming together reverberating around them. Nails digging into thighs and clawing at backs and the groans from teeth sinking into skin. Their hipbones grinding together and they fought for control. Rolling around the floor, Isak slamming Will into the hardwood. Will shoving Isak onto his back and riding him for all he was worth. Isak throwing Will on his stomach and taking him doggy style, smacking his ass and calling Will all sorts of dirty names.

Will loved it, relished it. Agreed with every single word.

He was Isak's dirty little whore. Wanted to jump all over his dick the first time they met. Wanted it hard and fast and fuck, yes, use him. Will wanted it harder and faster and rougher. Needed it. Needed it, had to have it.

It felt like they were together hours. Bodies sore and bruised and aching. A feeling Will hadn't had in so long. Isak wrested orgasm after orgasm out of him. Until he was shaky and weak and barely able to keep his eyes open.

The last time, Isak cradled Will's head in his arms. Will's legs wrapped around his hips, the two barely moving. Will's cock so sensitive each brush against Isak's stomach was an exquisite torture. Afterward, Isak kissed Will softer and slower than any other time. He got Will a towel on shaky legs and cleaned him up as best he could.

The sun was beginning to rise and Will needed to go home. He had a morning routine to complete.

Isak called Will a car and walked him outside. Brushed his thumb against Will's cheek and kissed him long and deep when the car came.

Will didn't feel anything but tired the entire car ride. He didn't feel anything but sore while he watered Ari's plants and woke his daughter up.

Will got her dressed, braided her hair and helped brush her teeth. Took a walk to the bus stop and even chatted with the neighbors, all while completely numb. Made plans for Ari to have a sleepover that night with one of the neighbor girls a few apartments down. Ari's first with a friend and Will didn't feel anything.

Will walked back into the apartment. He put away Sonny's cups, dishes, and empty bags of Doritos without feeling anything one way or the other.

Will walked into the bedroom and didn't even glance at the silhouette of Sonny's sleeping form on the bed. He got in the shower, washing away his and Isak's semen and spit and marks and bruises.

It wasn't until Will grabbed Sonny's shampoo by mistake did he feel anything. The scent reminded him of better days. Of Sonny holding him close during their short-lived honeymoon. Of Ari, too small to even crawl, lying between them on their bed, wide-eyed and innocent and so beautiful.

It reminded him of nights of Sonny sleeping with his back toward Will, ignoring him. When Sonny barely talked to Will during the day. Shaming and blaming Will for their marriage crumbling before they even made it a year.

Because Will cheated on Sonny with Paul. Easily, readily, with hardly any seduction, buildup, or provocation.

Just like Will did last night and this morning with Isak, over and over and over. Without guilt or a thought to hurting his boyfriend or his family or what anyone would think if they found out.

Will's eyes stung and his lips trembled.

He stayed in the water for an hour, leaning against the wall, shoulders shaking as sobs wracked his body.