Chapter 12

Sonny followed Brady and Eve out into the parking lot. There was no way he was letting either one of them drive home.

Brady whirled around on him. "Why are you following me?"

"Give me the keys." Sonny answered stubbornly.

"I told you to mind your own business."

Eve spoke up. "Sonny, what's your problem? Brady is perfectly fine to drive even though I'm definitely not." She laughed at herself and Sonny wanted to roll his eyes.

"He's been drinking, Eve."

"That's ridiculous. Look at him."

Brady touched is nose with both finger tips, walked in a straight line and bowed at his performance.

"We're leaving." He pointed his finger at Sonny. "You stay here."

Like that was going to happen, thought Sonny. Brady and Eve got in their car and Sonny jogged to his own intent on following them.

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It was fifteen minutes until midnight and Will was passing out bowls of confetti to each table with a waitress trailing behind him handing out flutes of champagne. Paul didn't envy the staff that would have to clean up the mess. They'd probably be finding missed pieces sticking here and there for days.

Paul was trying not to watch Will, but it was hard. In fact, he was half hard thinking about dancing with him. He needed to get that under control soon or he would be embarrassed if Will took him up on his offer.

He listened in on Chip's drunken story about a wild frat party years ago. Hazing and giving shit to the guys who got sick. Yeah, it would take care of his problem. Paul was so engrossed in listening to Chip talk about running around the yard naked as a jaybird and getting sprayed by a hose that he was surprised to feel hands on his shoulders.

He looked over his shoulder to see Will's bright blue eyes shining down on him with definite interest. "Still want to dance?" he asked.

"Absolutely!" He knew his grin looked cheesy.

"Hey, where you going?" called Chip.

Crap! "Dancing," he decided to answer honestly.

"You don't want to hear the rest of my story? I'm hurt! It's a classic. I'm wounded for real." Chip dramatically threw his fist into his heart and knocked himself over and onto the floor.

Will swept Paul away as the guys hooted and hollered at their friend.

Paul tried to dance like Will did to the beat of the popular song. He really did, but Will was so much better at it. Will grabbed his hips and guided Paul to move with him. Paul hoped that his blush would be seen as being overheated from dancing.

"I watched you at the club a few days ago," Paul said into Will's ear when Will pulled him close.

Will's smile turned sinful. "And…"

"And it turned me on."

"Am I turning you on now?"

"You're dangerous. And yes, I am."

Paul felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find a middle-aged couple looking angry.

"This isn't a gay bar," the woman screeched.

"You're kind isn't welcome here," the man who was probably her husband growled.

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Admittedly, Brady wasn't driving recklessly, but Sonny couldn't let his concern go. He was determined to follow Brady home in case he needed help if he ran off the road or ended up in a fender bender. Brady was an addict. Even a small amount of alcohol could affect him unexpectedly.

"Damn it!" Sonny groaned. He'd been caught. Brady took an unfamiliar turn and was trying to shake his tail by increasing his speed.

"Should I follow him and risk him getting into an accident trying to get away from me or go back to the pub to kiss Will at midnight?" Sonny talked to himself aloud.

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Will was annoyed. He knew Salem would have their bigots, but this was where he and Sonny had an iconic wedding. Even if people didn't agree, shouldn't they expect the LGBTQ community to be out in public?

"Listen," Paul attempted to reason with the couple. "This is a family business."

"Exactly," shouted the woman. They were attracting attention and Will groaned.

"And Will is part of this family. He is welcome here."

"Aren't you that gay baseball player?"

"You know me." Paul's voice was calmer than Will was feeling at the moment.

"Such a shame. Sports should teach you to be a man."

"Oh, I'm all man. No problem there."

Will peeked over Paul's shoulder and talked close to his ear hoping he could hear him over the music.

"Yes. You are a gorgeous man."

Paul turned around with surprise. "You are dangerous," he said with a smirk.

"Let's go. We don't need to justify ourselves."

Will took his hand and led him off the dance floor and towards the bar.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Come on."

Will walked to the back of the pub and to a door that was labeled "storage room."

"Are you sure about this?" asked Paul hesitantly.

"Very." Damn, this man was beautiful and sexy and fun.

They could hear the countdown begin in the dining room. Will quickly opened the door and pulled Paul inside with him.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Happy New Year!" the Brady Pub crowd cheered.

"It's midnight," Paul whispered.

Will pushed Paul against the door and brushed his lips with Paul's before sealing their lips together. Some soft kisses and then to Will's surprise, it was Paul who initiated more and slipped his tongue out in search for entrance.

Will eagerly accepted Paul's tongue and, oh yeah, that's what Will remembered him feeling like the day he sought answers from Paul about their short fling almost three years ago.

This time it was Paul who grabbed Will's hips. Body contact. Paul was as hard as he was.

Will wrapped one arm around Paul's shoulder and the fingers of the other hand he carded through Paul's hair on the back of his head. He could feel Paul slide one hand up his back while he kept the other one on his hip. So good. He could kiss this man for hours. Well, if they had a bed. Some day. Yes, some day, he predicted there would be a bed for them again.