T is abysmally bad at canoe. Mel is looking desperate. Sonny refrains from laughing while Will is roaring. Chad suggests they switch canoe partner and takes T with him. Sonny pairs with Abby and Will rescues Mel. T is pouting but looks more like himself and Sonny is glad to see him like that. Will and T even start wrestling with their paddles when their canoe are near enough. Abby is laughing and taking pictures. Mel is rolling on the floor and laughs even more when T ends up in the water. Will is soaked and Sonny loses himself in contemplation of his lover's carved bust, till Abby shouts at him to get a grip before they hit a rock. They end the day around a wood fire. Sonny wraps his man's naked torso with his jacket while the T-shirt is drying. Will sits between his legs and Sonny squeezes him happily.
The next day is, for once, a Sunday off for Sonny. Will has planned lots of things to do together but spending morning in bed kinda makes them reduce the list. Yet Sonny doesn't complain. Will isn't sick after Saturday's silliness. Well, it is getting warmer. Spring is way on. Trees got their sap moving up and so does Will's, who is insatiable. Sonny has stopped counting his orgasms and has to ask for a break, suggesting they get up and go out, so as not to have spent the whole day inside the apartment. Will drags his feet and manages to get one last round that leaves Sonny breathless and filled with gratitude. Given that he had wondered if living together would put a damper on their sex life, he's completely reassured.
Around seven, he prepares dinner, with a naughty Will helping and they are exchanging kissed above the chili pot, with spicy lips as Sonny has tasted his dishes a few times, when they hear someone knocking. It's Mary. She steps back in the hallway when she can smell the kitchen smells but Will makes her come in and sit "Don't worry, Sonny is a perfectionist chef. It won't be ready for quite some times. Meanwhile, we can sit with you. You're in for appetizers?" Mary smiles and doesn't say no. She looks tired and stressed. Sonny get what is bothering her out while Will is playing cocktail waiter. Mary confesses "I'm alone tonight. Sebastian is visiting his grandmother." Sonny notes the face Will makes but wisely lets it slide "Why don't you eat with us? I've cooked too much anyway." He expects her to resist but she grins and they sit at dinner, talking about the salsa lessons. Mary is passionate about it and they spend a great time until she goes home, thanking them for the evening.
Sonny turns to Will and kisses his cheek. He whispers "Come on, tell me everything. Sebastian isn't at his grandma, is he?"Will chuckles "Are you reading my thoughts, now?" "No, kitten, but, for once, you were pretty transparent. It's a good thing she wasn't looking in your direction." Will sighs and explains "He told me last week. He doesn't want to hurt her feelings, but he needs some space. He's hanging with his mates. I hate lying because I really like Mary. It's just that I don't feel like betraying his trust." He stops suddenly, looking like a little child. Then, he murmurs "You would tell me straight, if you needed space, wouldn't you? You wouldn't lie?" Sonny wants to say "Why would I need space, ever?" but keeps quiet and thinks it over. Will isn't asking for a declaration but for honesty. He takes him on his lap and says "OK. If it were to happen, I would tell you. But that wouldn't mean it's over, just that I need space, right? I've never lied to you and the only thing I've hidden is my feelings for you." He ends this with a peck and gets a blissful smile. Will puts his head on Sonny's shoulder and says "I don't know if I can forgive you for that. What if another guy had gotten his hands on me? I'd be unhappily with him and missing on living with you." Sonny kisses his forehead "At least, I'm sure you really wants to be with me. And I know I can ask you anything, like washing the dishes, for instance." He laughingly pushes Will out of the couch. Will pouts and replies "I can't wait for the coffee-house to make enough profits that we can afford a dishwasher." "Is that your next birthday gift?" "Nuhun, I want a much cooler gift. I intend to earn the dishwasher with my craft." "At what?" Will kneels and open Sonny's zipper "This one." Sonny can hardly say "It's still your turn to wash the dishes tonight" before losing control. Will is in great, great form. Sonny is walking on air.