Sonny doesn't want to open his eyes this Sunday morning. Because he can still picture and feel (a little bit) all what happened with Will the night before. Will tying a knot around his neck with the bed sheet in a superhero kind of cape, then spending five minutes caressing his torso and his arms. Their noses rubbing before wet hungry kisses. The pulsation in Will's belly against his fingers as he undresses him. The unexpected pleasure he often gets when he touches the inside of Will's forearm and it's always softer than he remembers. The wave of bliss making him arch his back when Will penetrates him. The desire so intense he uses his whole body, his hands and feet to push Will in him. Will letting go and allowing himself for the first time to be aggressive instead of tender or insecure. Their hands clenching so hard, nails are digging in the skin. Will's face, crinkling and wreaked as he orgasms with his body clenching in spasms. This last image is so powerful, Sonny unwittingly opens his eyes. To an empty bed.
He lets out a slight frustrated sigh and looks around the apartment. He can see the bathroom door open and Will comes out, wearing the sweats he had on for the night. Their gaze meet and connect. Sonny holds out his hand in an open inviting gesture, but Will flashes him a smile and bolts to the kitchen. He comes back with a tray laid with cereal-filled bowls, some fruits and two coffees. Sonny is so used to the smell he didn't notice it in the studio. He's so touched by the gesture, he hides behind an attempt at humor "Hey! Where's the candy ?" Will gapes and utters "Which candy ?" "Last time I was served breakfast on a tray, it was covered with sweets." Will answers in a circumspect voice "Your ex ?" Sonny bites his lip not to laugh "No your little sister. The morning after Abigail's accident. It was the only time a girl did that for me by the way." Willl laughs, then brushes his finger on the comforter absent-mindedly. Sonny stops eating to ask "What are you thinking about, love ?" Will answers "I remember this day. You left without a good-bye. I had just finished arguing with my Mom because I hadn't called her since the accident. I saw you close the door. Johnny and Sydney spent the whole day talking about you." Sonny holds his chin and kisses his lips softly. "It was hard for me. To think about you, to see you. And I felt I was intruding on a private moment." He gives Will one of the coffee cup and take a sip in his "Mmmm, so good! I should hire you!" Will takes a piece of orange and brings it to Sonny's mouth who bites it, staring straight into Will's eyes. He lets himself be fed with eagerness and a sensuality that weakens Will's hand until he lets the last piece fall on the tray. Will takes a napkin to clean his fingers and the juice on Sonny's chin. He takes the tray and puts it down then sneers "I don"t have sweets to offer you, at least not ones you can ingest. But I have something in store that might satisfy you." Sonny has a hard time swallowing and nods enthusiastically. Will slides a hand under Sonny's black undershirt to pinch one of the nipples while his other hand dives in his man's pajamas and wraps around his length. Sonny moans and asks "What tasty thing are you talking about ?" Will growls "You." and in a precise movement, he moves the clothing on his way and wraps his mouth around Sonny's cock. Since his first try, he's in constant progress and Sonny doesn't need to guide him anymore. He just needs to shout.
The Sunday family dinner is taking place at their aunt Jennifer's, which allows them to take care of their cousin. Ally has picked herself up yet her gaze remains worried and she has dark lines under the eyes. Justin comes on the terrace and asks her about her job. In the meantime, Adrienne is talking in whispers with Jen on the livingroom's couch. Sonny, who is looking for Will's sunglasses he forgot in his backpack, in the hall, stops in his tracks when he hears his mother ask "Still no news ? How is she holding up ?" "Not well." answers Jen "And I'm not sure I want him to come back. If he's capable of such violence, I don't want him to date my daughter." Adrienne sighs "I can relate. I'm not happy with Sonny being mixed in all that, too. Chad is a DeMira after all. To think he went searching for Cam at his workplace so that he could corner him!" Jen's voice gets louder as she exclaims "Oh, no!" She adds, thoughtful "No, Cam wasn't working that day. I wonder what both of them were doing here ?"
Will's POV
What were they doing here ? I can't help wondering. Even after Sonny has dropped me at my parents'. My little sister is trying to prevent him from leaving by clinging to his leg and whining and I have to admit I felt like doing the same thing but he has to work at the coffee-house and I have to look after the rugrats. This week-end is Mom's turn to have her two younger kids and of course she must… "You see, Will, I have to go. It's job-related and it's been so long Allie and you didn't spend a day together. You know she's too young to take care of them on her own." Mom excels at making you feel guilty. She piles up different approaches until you just cave. So I suggest they paint and find myself posing for three focused little faces with their tongues sticking out. So cute. I hear a key in the lock, it's Dad who's back from his trip. We haven't talked since this disastrous evening and I don't feel like arguing again. He strolls around the paintbrush and paints and marvels at their works "Allie, that's very faithful. Great job!" "Johnny, is that car in the background the same as mine ? You are observant!" He stops to look at Syd's drawing and asks "Who's the person next to Will, sweetheart ? Is that me" Sydney shakes her head with her usual lack of tact (Hey, she's only three) "No, no, Lucas, can't you see it's Sonny ?" Dad grins and kisses her hair. He glances in my direction and says "They look very happy here. You're right, Sonny must love Will very much because even though they face lots of hard stuff, I can see him smiling and be a good brother." Are my ears deceiving me ? Is he apologizing ? Or telling me he's OK with Sonny ? I'm not sure which but I'll take it. "Thanks Dad. Why don't you tell him that, one of these days ?" He goes to put his keys down muttering "You can pass the message yourself. I'm very busy." Right Dad, save face! No need to humble yourself in front of Sonny… I can't wait to see him to tell him about it. I can't wait to see him, period!