Lying against Will, Sonny allows himself a moment free from the outer word and its worries. He focuses on the warmth radiating from Will's torso, on his fingers placed on his hair, on the surrounding silence, still somewhat filled with their cries of passion and love. He feels that as long he'll have all that Will will be there for him, he'll face everything. He sprinkles little pecks along his arm and once he reaches the shoulder, rubs his nose against Will's muscles. He gets no reaction and raises his eyes. Will is sleeping like a baby and Sonny doesn't dare move an inch in case he would wreck this peaceful vision. He must tear himself away from it later to go the bathroom and there, has a smile seeing himself reflected in the mirror, hair askew, skin lined with red marks. Will's parents better not turn up too early, or he'll have to hide.
He gets back between the sheets, his skin a few micro-inches from Will's, his heart beating a little faster. Placing himself behind him, he puts his head over his shoulder barely touching it. After a minute or two, Will turns and moves his arm in an impetuous move next to Sonny's skull who catches it before he gets slapped. Will's eyes open wide as he's startled awake, then he has such a big smile, Sonny is breathless. He offers his lips in a silent request that Will grants, kissing him with his mouth open as he's still smiling. This doesn't stop Sonny from kissing him on and tickling him to get the full smile back. Will wriggles and taps Sonny's hand away making it bump on his cock. Will's mouth change shape again, turning into a perfect O. Sonny jumps on the occasion and starts stroking. Will arches his back and encourages him. Sonny goes down, taking him in his throat. A little voice in his head tries to warn him it's time to prepare the meal, take a shower, clean the studio, but he can't hear it. Will makes way too much noise.
Sonny has rarely taken such a quick shower. While Will is using the vacuum cleaner. The food is ready but there's still other stuff to do and not enough time. He dries as fast as he can and rushes away to put clothes on, slipping on one of his socks and taking with him a potted plant that crashes on the ground, spreading dark soil all around. "Shit!" Will takes the vacuum closer and pats Sonny's shoulder as he's frantically trying and pick up the broken clay pieces. "Let me do it." An irritated Sonny pushes back his hand "No, it's my fault !" Will crouches next to him, softly grabs his head and turns it to him. He plants a kiss on his lips and insists with gentleness "Allow me to do it and go pick up clothes and spruce yourself up. I know you're stressed. So am I, believe me. No need for you to create more work to do, right ?" Sonny thanks him with a nod, quickly dresses up and goes back to the bathroom. "And don't spend hours fixing your hair, darling, you're already beautiful !" Sonny laugh, one hand holding a brown lock. Already an old married couple ? The feeling is weirdly enjoyable, because it's Will and he makes everything agreeable. He come out, finding Will preparing crackers in a bowl. Sonny sneaks behind him, circles his waist and kisses his neck. Will stops and moans. "You're making me crazy, Will…" "Sonny, not now…" And of course, that's when Sonny hears a dry cough. Hoping like hell it's Sami, he lets go of Will slowly and bestows an embarrassed smile. He finds he's out of luck as he faces Lucas and if Sonny expected him to have the same furious look as he was wearing at the park, he was proven wrong. Lucas looks like he's having a stroke. Or as if someone had punched him in the stomach and he puts a hand on the counter, with the elbow flexed. Sonny and Will glance at each other, perplexed, and are saved by Sami's loud entrance. "Good evening, Sonny ! I hope we're on time. It's really hard to park around here ! I brought a chocolate cake. It's Will's favorite. When he was little, he ate it so fast he would end covered with brown stains from head to toes !" Will blushes and mumbles "Thanks, mom…" and Sonny holds his hands toward the dish, answering in a light tone "Thanks Mrs Horton, it's perfect. I was counting on you to tell me as many childish anecdotes about Will as possible, so that I can picture him as a kid. He must have been awfully cute." Will elbows him softly and hugs his mother, whispering something to her that Sonny would have loved to hear. He grinds his teeth and turns to Lucas, motioning him to seat on one of the kitchen's chairs. "I'm sorry, I don't have a couch, so we'll have drinks here. What would you like ?" Will places the soda bottle on the table "Same as me, dad ?" Lucas nods, lips pursed and Sami, blissfully unaware of his hostility exclaims "I hope you have something stronger for me, Sonny ! How about a whiskey ?" Sonny gives her an appreciative look "Sadly, I don't have any, but I have a bottle of portuguese mint liqueur. Would you like to try it with me Mrs Horton?" "Oh, stop calling me that, Sonny, we're family, now ! You can call me Sami !" Sonny swallows with difficulty, wondering if he'll dare say 'Lucas' like he already did out of anger and decides he'll keep with M. Horton as a sign of vague respect. Even though, he's now heard nasty stuff about Sami, she's still wonderful with him and he lets her lead the conversation as he sits next to Will, one hand on his shoulder.