M/M intimacy
On Friday evening, Sonny has to stay late at work. Will is busy, so at least it will take his mind of missing him. He's still happy to get a text. It's not from his boyfriend, though, but from Brian 'Eh, man, you have 2 min to spare, can I swing by ?' Sonny recalls his cavalier attitude the night of the concert and agrees to give him a little of his time. It seems Brian wasn't far, he comes in in no time. He must have been on his way to or from a party seeing how well-groomed he is. Sonny feels quite shabby by comparison. With the forced inactivity, he's thicken a little. But he dare not imagine Will's face if he were to disobey the doctor's orders : no sport for at least two months. He gives Brian his coffee order and adds a free muffin. Brian smiles and look contrite "I wanted to apologize for not calling after what happened to you. You look better, aren't you ?" Sonny nods "It's OK Brian, I've been really busy too. You know I'm with Will, right ?" "Yes, the word has spread at the Spot…given how Will was sought after. I hope you won't take it the wrong way, but he's hot as hell." Sonny pictures Will's face when he left earlier in the afternoon. He says, dreamily "Yeah, I'm a lucky guy." Brian smirks " More than lucky, I'd say. You're full of charm. I'm sensitive to it" he adds with a wink "So I would know. Will is exigent, I tried my luck at the time and he wasn't remotely interested…" His voice lowers and he seems lost in thoughts. Than he shakes himself and taps Sonny's hand "Anyway, I'm delighted to see you look so happy, Sonny." His tone is almost convincing but not totally. Sonny, who's fully aware that Brian still has a soft spot for him, lets it pass. He understands better the nasty inflection in Brian's voice whenever he addresses Will. There's a ruffled ego in there. "So, how's the internship ?" he asks to change the subject. "Oh, very interesting. I'm asked a lot, though…"
An hour later, Brian takes his leave, saying "Don't make yourself so scare. I'm glad we've kept in touch. The other day, I was convinced you didn't want to talk to me anymore, the way you glided past me." Sonny says offended "I didn't, it's just that Will had planned the whole evening at the concert and…" "I wasn't talking about the concert, Sonny." Brian cuts him "Oh, it doesn't matter, let's drop it…" He goes out leaving a perplexed Sonny behind.
Sonny can finally close Common Grounds and comes back home, drained. He shouldn't miss Will that much, why is it that his chest feels like it's shutting down when they've been apart for more than two or three hours ? He doesn't wait to reach his front door to send a text asking to see him the next day. As he's unlocking, the answers bips. He stops to read 'Not sure yet. Keep you posted.' A despondent Sonny opens the door.
Sonny looks around, baffled. Will is standing in front of him, unbelievably handsome, in briefs and shirtless (And what turns Sonny on a little bit more is the fact that these are his briefs), indolently pressed along the kitchen's counter and a smell of incense (That he recognizes too, Will has apparently thoroughly explored the apartment, it's called Aphrodesia and he remembers blushing when the saleswoman was describing the supposed benefits. He bought it because he liked the smell.) fills the room with a delicate fragrance. At least, what he can see of the said room in the semi-darkness. Seeing how Will has unashamedly searched through his things, Sonny was expecting to see his own candles but nope, those are new ones, strategically scattered around the studio. The biggest one is lightning up a bottle of wine on the counter with a single glass next to it. Will waits a little bit, then he brings the already-filled glass to him. He's also holding a glass of a dark drink, maybe a cola. They clink their glasses but before he drinks, Sonny can't help asking, voice trembling with emotions "What did I do to deserve all that ?" Will's eyebrow comically goes up and he shakes his head "Sonny,…" Then he gives in and answers "You're wonderful, you've taken care of me yesterday with all theses sweet notes and you have shown me all along, with your words and actions how much I meant to you. I barely feel this is giving back, but I'll try." Sonny swallows with difficulty and sips his wine. The soft alcohol grazes his throat, it's delicious. With his free hand, He puts his finger on Will's lower lip and lightly presses. He feels hardened, from head to toe, ready for action and at the same time, fragile, pull apart by love. Will takes him in his arms, putting aside Sony's and his glasses and kisses him soft as rain. They whirl around, embraced, until Sonny feels Will tripping him up and he falls on the mattress. Having Will look so confident, seducing him with intent and delicacy, is making him consumed with desire and he refrains from shouting "Take me now, I beg you!" After all, it seems Will wants to take his time and he may have other surprises in store.
Will's POV
Ok, for now, I'm on top. Sonny looks swept away. But he's still wearing too much clothes. He even has his apron on, like he does at times and in a weird way, it turns me on even more. I guess, it's because it's easy to unfasten. I take a small breath to cool down. No way I'm acting like an over-hormonal teenager tonight. I want to be as romantic, with a lot of preparation, as Sonny can be on the spur of the moment. I let the strings of the apron slide from behind his back. He never wears it entirely, more like a loincloth. Underneath, he's wearing light trousers that allow me to see that he's responding as I expected. I raise my eyes and find his. They're burning me. I kneel down and unbutton his shirt from the bottom, kissing every inch of skin as soon as it becomes available. When I reach his nipples area, I deviate my course to take care of them. The noises he's making should deafen me but I delight in hearing them. I focus on being as smooth as possible while making him sit on the mattress to slide his shirt down, and his trousers too. I stop as I know the briefs he's wearing, they're the ones I've left in the laundry basket the other day. He looks down, then gives me a knowing smile. I can't help from smiling broadly too. His skin is shining in the candlelight, a little tanner than mine, mesmerizing and I begin licking his shoulder and his neck. He bends his head backward, letting go. He hasn't tried moving since I've taken charge and I love that he's following my desires without me having to tell them. Tonight, I want to feel him around me, giving himself up to the pleasure I'll give him and prove that I can be the perfect boyfriend. I slowly push into him, caressing and whispering that I love him and he's not able to answer. Just before he comes, he manages and spurt "Will, I love you, stay with me, forever." We release at the same time and once I've come back on earth, I murmur "If forever is what you want, then all right, I'll be there."