Thank you Brittnicole57 for suggesting to take them outside their apartment. These scenes are set at the coffee house, the street, and The Spot. Thank you all for reading and supporting. Kaveryl35 I hope you enjoy this one as well!

(...) Will's POV (...)

I've just had my last lecture for the day, and I am on my way to the coffee house to see Sonny. It is only four o'clock and he has to close tonight, so I might have to sit at one of the tables for several hours, but I could not be any happier. The coffee house is our home from home, and it is filled with memories of us. And having the opportunity to stare at my beautiful boyfriend barista at work is something to look forward to. I open the door and immediately see that it is busy. Sonny is working behind the counter and my eyes scan the coffee house to see who is working with him. When I can't find anyone, I look at him again. His cheeks are red, his movements are quick, and his smile, even though it is bright and friendly as usual, shows that he is busy. I put my bag behind the counter and walk up to him while he is making a few latte's.

"Hi..."

"Hi..."

"It's busy..."

"Yeah... especially since I am on my own... Lisa rang in sick."

He finishes the latte's and hands them to a costumer. He immediately shifts his attention to the next costumer and I roll up my sleeves and listen in while he takes the order. While Sonny handles the payments, I get to work on the coffees. I press the buttons and suddenly feel his hand on the small of my back.

"You don't have to do that..."

"I know..."

I place the lids on the coffee to go, and hand them to my softly smiling boyfriend.

"Go on... they're waiting for their coffee..."

I gesture for him to hand them to the waiting costumers, and from then on we work together as a smooth oiled machine. Sonny takes the orders, and I get the drinks. The space behind the counter is slightly small, but I thoroughly enjoy the way his body touches mine when I walk behind him. Or the way he softly touches my back, my arm, or my hand, either on purpose or by accident. It takes about an hour and then rush hour seems to be over. Suddenly there is no-one in line anymore, and most tables are empty. He turns to me and shakes his head:

"I know I shouldn't complain when business is good, but that was busy."

I nod my agreement and feel a blush coming up when he continues:

"You are so sweet, thank you so much for helping me..."

He smiles widely, and pulls me close to him by pulling at the front of my shirt:

"I think you deserve a kiss for that..."

His lips are soft, tender, and the way they caress mine makes me feel loved and wanted. After a soft lick on my bottom lip he lets go with a sigh:

"I better stop here..."

I smile and look around the coffee house hoping that we are all alone and I can steal another kiss. All the tables are empty, but one costumer is standing near the door looking at us.

"Hi guys..."

"Hi Abi..."

We let go of each other and turn to our sweet cousin. She sits down on one of the bar stools and her sweet face is covered with a wide smile:

"I am sorry to interrupt..."

We both shake our heads and tell her that we are happy to see her. Sonny turns around to make all of us a cup of coffee, and when we are all served Abi says teasingly:

"You two are cute together..."

I smile shyly, and with a quick glance at Sonny I see that he is doing exactly the same. When his eyes meet mine I see the sparkle of happiness and I answer for the both of us:

"We're very happy..."

"Good... I am glad to know that my favourite cousins are happy... and the fact that they are happy together makes it even better."

We catch up and talk about things that keep us busy and when Abigail leaves it is time to close the shop. We kiss her goodbye and make her promise to have dinner at our place soon, and then we are finally together. I sit down on the bar stool Abi was sitting on and watch while Sonny turns the lock and turns the sign to closed. When he walks back behind the counter his hand slides across my back and I stretch our my hand to catch his. He just smiles:

"You want another coffee?"

"No, I'm OK..."

"Will?"

"Yeah..."

"Thanks for today..."

"Anytime baby..."

He leans over the counter and his lips cover mine in a soft lingering kiss. He still tastes slightly of coffee and the warmth of his tongue makes me whimper softly in his mouth. He lets go... and I am pretty sure that my blue eyes show him how unhappy I am about that. He just smiles and gestures around us:

"Better get all this finished so I can take you home..."

I look into his deep brown eyes and ask softly:

"What will we do at home..."

He opens the money draw and sets it in front of him to start counting. Without looking at me he answers:

"Don't worry, I know how to keep us busy..."

(...) Sonny's POV (...)

"I'm so sorry I can't support you all day..."

I look at Will in his sweats and for a moment I consider calling in sick for my young entrepreneurs class. His voice gets me out of my thinking:

"It's OK, now I have something to look forward to..."

I look at him wide-eyed and he shakes his head, immediately knowing what I was thinking about:

"And you are not cancelling class... you wanted to go to this class to bad, it's OK... I'm a big boy... just find me when you are ready..."

I walk over and pull him in for a big hug. I whisper in his ear:

"You can do it babe... I know you can."

He smiles when I lean back to look at him. I kiss him one more time before I have to go. Just before I close the door behind me I say one more thing:

"If you're tired or you want to give up... think about how I am going to look after you tonight... I bought bath powder and massage oil..."

His eyes light up and we smile, and then I am on my way to class. I can't help thinking about him though. For the past year he has been training for this day. Today he is going to run over 20 miles, and even though I know he can do it, I wish I could support him during the whole run. And to be honest, besides wanting to support him, a sweaty Will is one of my guilty pleasures. I smile, and then I sigh to myself:

"Get a grip... you have class all day..."

Despite thinking about my running boyfriend, I am able to pay attention and actually have a productive day. But when the day is finished I don't know how fast I can get to my car. Before I start the engine I ring Lucas, Will's dad, who has been following Will from the start:

"Hi Sonny... class done?"

"Yeah... how is he doing..."

"He's doing good, 6 miles to go..."

A few moments later I know where about he is and I drive myself to the closest parking space and then I walk into the crowd. Just to be sure I call Lucas again, to make sure I am standing in the right spot. And after I am sure that I am it is just a waiting game. I cheer for all the other runners, and am thoroughly impressed by their efforts, but seeing how tired they are, I am also worried for my sweet blond boyfriend. I sigh... and suddenly I see him. It only takes one look to see how tired he is. He looks like he is about to collapse on the street and for a moment I am not sure what to do. I suddenly hear Lucas's voice:

"Common Will, You can do this..."

But when I look at my boyfriends face I can see he is on a breaking point. I look at a policeman who is standing guard in front of the crowd, and gesture to him I would like to run alongside one of the runners. He looks at Will and then holds up the barrier for me and moments later I am running next to my boyfriend.

"Hi..."

He doesn't answer me, but his eyes seem to brighter slightly. I lay my hand on the small of his back while we run together and I say:

"Only 5 more miles sweety, you are almost there..."

He tries to catch his breath and eventually only says:

"Tired..."

"I know... just think about the bath and the massage..."

"Sonny..."

It is not more than a breath, but I know he is picturing the whole thing. I can't help but smile and tease softly:

"See, I told you it would help..."

Even though I have not been training for a whole marathon, I do run every week. So running five miles is definitely doable for me. And even though I am not wearing proper running shoes, I am sure that my sneakers will get me through this one time. I hear his heavy breathing and as we run together I try to encourage him:

"Just keep going honey..."

"You're doing great... just a few more miles..."

"We can smell the finish line honey..."

I realise we are slowing down slightly, and I am beyond happy when I see the 2 mile banter in front of us.

"Only 2 more miles baby..."

I know his family is waiting for him at the finish line, as well as my mum and dad. And I am already full with pride thinking about how my boyfriend ran over 20 miles today. The moment we see the finish line ahead of us I know he is actually going to make it. His breathing is uncontrolled and I wonder whether he hears the things I am saying. But I say them anyway, knowing that he will appreciate my support. And then we are past the finish line, and before I know it he is in my arms. His arms are around my neck and his elbows are on my shoulders. His full weight is leaning on me while he is trying to suck in all the oxygen he can find. I hold him tight around his waist and make sure I am standing steady enough to hold both of us up. And despite the fact I am tired, and my feet hurt from the stupid sneakers, I am beyond happy because suddenly I realise how much he is trusting me. He is trusting me to hold him up, to look after him, while all he can do right now is breath. I softly say over and over again:

"You did it baby, you did it... I am so proud of you..."

My eyes room the crowd and after a while I spot EJ, as he is so much taller than everyone around him. Our family is gathered together, and I make a note to myself to tell Will tonight that our mothers actually seemed to act civilised together. They seem proud while they look at him holding on to me as though I am his last resort. Slowly but surely his breathing calms down and I feel his warm breath in my ear:

"You ran with me..."

I stroke his back and smile:

"I am so proud of you baby... you have no idea."

He pulls me even closer, and I feel his fast heartbeat against my chest. For a moment I close my eyes and then I say:

"Turn around a bit and wave at our family..."

He turns in my arms and waves, but soon his arms are around my neck again and he sighs:

"I need to rest for while... my whole body hurts..."

An hour later I help him into our apartment. He is walking again, but still holding on to me. And I can't help but thinking that he is now mostly holding on to me because he wants to, more than that he needs to. Not that I am complaining. He sits down on our couch and I hand him a bottle of water, and then I get the water running to give him his bath. I pull him from the couch and smile, while I take him to the bath tub:

"Now I will look after you sweety..."

I help him take his clothes off and then he starts pulling on my shirt. I shake my head saying:

"No babe, you're are tired and everything hurts... this is for you... just sit and relax..."

He looks at me as though I am crazy. Then my shirt is on the floor and my trousers and pants follow soon. And when I am naked as well he says firmly:

"I can only enjoy this bath if I can sit between your legs and relax against your chest... so you better get in that tub..."

We both get in the water and make ourselves comfortable. His back is against my chest and his head is resting on my shoulder. My hand softly strokes his hair and we start reminiscing about the day.

"I am so proud of you babe... I know I said it a million times already, but I really am..."

"Son...?"

"Yeah?"

"I was about to give up..."

"Yeah but you didn't, so..."

"Son?"

"Yeah baby..."

"I only continued because you where by my side..."

He turns his head slightly so he can look at me and when our eyes meet my heart skips a beat. His voice is soft and sincere when he whispers:

"Thank you for being there for me today... you ran next to me on your sneakers, you held me up after the finish when I felt like passing out, and now you are looking after me... I love you."

I know I am blushing a bit but I smile widely at him:

"I thought you knew by now I would do anything for you..."

He lets out a deep breath and settles back against my shoulder and his arms cover mine that is curled around his stomach. And I continue softly:

"I love you so much, even when you are crazy enough to run more than 20 miles in a couple of hours..."

(...)Will's POV (...)

I just finished up at the pub and am getting ready to go out. We agreed that Sonny would leave early with our friends, and I would find them after my shift was over. I lock the door of the pub behind me and text Sonny:

'On my way, where are you?'

'Hurry, I need you to safe me... I am at The Spot.'

His text has me slightly worried and I walk a bit faster. Meanwhile I text him again:

'What's the matter.'

'This guy is not taking no for an answer.'

That is all I have to read and I am almost running towards The Spot. In my head I go over all scenario's and possible things I might find when I walk into the bar, and all of them end with me punching the guy in his face. At the door my eyes screen the room, looking for my dark haired, brown eyed boyfriend and the moment I spot him I see how uncomfortable he is. He is sitting with his back to the door, and next to him, way to close for my liking, is a guy... He must be the guy Sonny was texting about because I see Sonny move away from him slightly, shaking his head to something the guy is saying to him. I think quickly, rethink all the scenario's. Should I go with smooth and persistent, with aggressive or possessive, or should I just take a swing and hit him in right in the face. I really want to do the latter, but when I find myself walking towards them a feeling of possessiveness is suddenly taking a hold of me. He is talking, but I could not care less. I pull Sony up from the bar stool and see the instant relief on his beautiful face. I lock my hands around his neck and kiss him firmly on his lips. His hands grab my wrists and he smiles widely when I let go.

"Hi..."

I just smile at him and pull him towards the dance floor where couples are swaying to a slow romantic song. His arms curve around my neck and I hold his hips while we slowly start dancing.

"I am so glad you are here..."

"Me too..."

I feel I am still slightly strained, and I am sure Sonny feels it too. When he speaks softly in my ear I know for sure that he felt it:

"I love you... only you honey..."

"I know..."

"Then let it go..."

I look in his eyes and sigh softly:

"I wanted to punch him in his face, I still want to do that actually..."

He is laughing in my arms and he nods his head:

"Wow, my man is willing to fight for me..."

Suddenly my body relaxes, all anger is gone. I lean forward and brush his lips with mine:

"I'm your man..."

"You sure are..."

I pull him close and smile against his skin:

"I am you man..."

"Will...?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you surprised or something, I thought you knew that?"

"No... yeah... I don't know..."

"Wow, I do hope you fight better than you talk, otherwise having my man fight for me it not going to work out for me..."

"Shut up... you don't get to make jokes when you were flirting with another man in a gay bar."

He knows I am teasing him, but nonetheless he bites:

"I was not flirting... I was the one asking you to come and safe me remember?"

I shrug my shoulders and whispers with a smile on my face:

"You could be lying, maybe you enjoyed talking to him..."

He smiles tenderly and his hands are softly cupping my face. He just shakes his head while his eyes lock onto mine. We slow dance in the middle of The Spot, holding each other as close as we can, and my man makes me utterly happy when he leans his forehead to mine and says:

"William Horton, I love you to pieces..."