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Nico had never thought of Will as sexy.
Okay, that sounded ridiculous, but it was true. Will wasn’t sexy. Sure, objectively, he had people drooling over his face and body and the way he carried himself left and right, but Nico had just... never looked at him that way. Which was ridiculous, because they were dating, according to the Aphrodite cabin. But Nico didn’t care.
Will wasn’t some sex god who flashed his six-pack and mega-watt smile at everyone in a three-mile radius. He wasn’t always strutting around with his shirt off or comparing dicks with the other guys around him or flexing his arms for the girls (or Nico).
Will wasn’t like that. Will was, if Nico had to describe him in a word, gentle.
Nico had fallen firmly in love with Will when he came into the infirmary, though he hadn’t known it at the time. He’d been burned badly along his thigh, an iron brand from a monster they’d fought who had a particularly cruel penchant for braziers and the old Greek Sicilian bulls.
Nico had been trapped inside for less than three minutes, but it had been quite literally the scariest three minutes of his entire life. Like the jar, only the jar didn’t have a fire underneath and lights inside to prevent shadow travel. Fortunately, though he’d lost his sword, he retained his jeans. So, while having a panic attack, he ripped off the leg gracelessly and wrapped up his arm for protection, and then he smashed every single lightbulb and shadow traveled out—just to be thrown against the hot metal during the fight, receiving a searing brand.
“NO!” he had snapped when Will’s sister Kayla tried to touch him. “ No!” She’d backed off, rolled her eyes and sent the head healer over, and Nico braced himself to be scolded and lectured again. He cringed back into the bedding and averted his gaze, but after the creak of the healer sitting in the chair, there was silence.
He’d raised his eyes slowly, and Will was sitting cross-legged next to him, organizing supplies. He sent Nico a soft smile—not sympathetic, but gentle. Nico gulped.
“So, you don’t want Kayla to touch you,” he said. “You don’t want anyone to touch you?”
Nico shook his head. Gods, please, no. No touching, no hands, no more pain. He’d had enough. He could deal with all this after he’d slept a solid ten hours or so. Why couldn’t they just let him be? Will nodded slowly.
“Okay,” he said gently. “There’s ash on this, so we need to disinfect it. Did you get knocked into a brazier or something?” He paused. “Oh, Nico, you don’t have to tell me everything right now, okay? It’ll be easier to treat you if I know what happened, but if you’re still shaken or you think you’ll panic, we can leave that for later.” He gave the boy another gentle smile. “Mostly, I just need to know where else you’re hurt.”
Nico bit his lip harshly and motioned to his back, where he’d been trapped inside the tight space, lying down and closed in against the steadily heating metal. Will nodded and marked something down on his sheet.
“Can I see?” he asked gently. “Well, no. I need to see. If you’re not comfortable taking your shirt off in public, your bed has a privacy curtain. Do you want me to pull it shut?” When Nico nodded, he’d done it without a second thought, and Nico had slowly taken off his shirt. Will hummed at the sight of the burns. “Poor thing,” he murmured sympathetically, and Nico’s heart fluttered because he’d never been called something so delicate. “That must have really hurt, huh? What, were you pressed up against it?”
“Sicilian bull,” Nico whispered, choked. “He got a grip. I let him get a grip, and he locked me inside and set the fire under it.” He ducked his head down. “It was full of lights. He knew my powers beforehand, and he put lights in it. I had to tear my jeans and wrap them around my arm. I had to smash them before I could get out, but it was so small and hard to move, and it took so long. I was on my back over the fire for three minutes. Burning alive.”
“Dear gods,” Will exclaimed, sitting on the mattress beside him. “You must have been terrified. Oh, Nico, I’m so sorry—I can’t think of a worse way to go. No wonder you don’t want to be touched right now.”
Nico tried so hard not to cry, but Will kindly overlooked his wobbling lip and watery eyes. “He knocked me back when I attacked him and I went crashing into the side,” he said. “Because I ripped off the leg of my pants, it hit the skin and burned me. I won, but—but...”
“But the burns,” Will finished, nodding. “And now I bet you’re exhausted and need to sleep, but we’re making you stay up and deal with even more. Yeah?” He sent Nico another gentle smile when the son of Hades nodded, and then hummed. “Alright. I have a couple of ideas, and you can say yes or no to any of them, okay?”
Nico bit his lip. “What if I say no to all of them?” he asked. Will smiled a little brighter.
“That’s okay,” he said, chuckling. “We can come up with new ideas together, okay? I’m not going to hurt you or make you do something that’ll scare you.” He settled in his chair. “I can clean and dress it myself, the normal way, with the privacy curtain closed,” he offered.
“Will it hurt?” Nico asked, eyeing the chemicals on the side. Will nodded.
“It will,” he said gently. “But it’s going to feel much better after.” Nico shook his head and Will smiled reassuringly. “Okay. I can knock you out with a dose of general anesthesia and do it all while you’re out, and you might have a headache or something when you wake up.” Nico stiffened and shook his head.
“Not while I’m unconscious,” he choked. “It’s too... it’s, I can’t...”
“Hush,” Will told him, squeezing his hand for just a moment. “That’s okay, I get it. Do you want to do it yourself, and I’ll walk you through it?”
Nico blinked slowly. “That’s... an option?” he had asked. Will beamed.
“Bingo!” he said happily, and handed over the brown bottle. “Now, this is step one. It’s called hydrogen peroxide, and it’s going to make that feel a lot better. This is a disinfectant spray. It’s gonna look weird, okay? It’ll feel nice and cold on the burn, but it’s going to bubble up when it encounters unclean materials. It also breaks down blood particles, so that will be a lot cleaner after.” He took the cap off and demonstrated how to point it at Nico’s leg. Nico flinched.
“Fuck. Fuck. I can’t,” he decided, shivering. “Can you do this? I’m sorry. I know I said no, but...”
“Of course I can,” Will said kindly, offering another gentle smile. “Wanna hold my hand? Squeezing can help with the nerves.” Nico had relented and grabbed on, and he’d kept holding on until the bubbles were gone and Will was gently wiping away the excess with a sterilized cloth. He’d personally walked Nico through applying burn cream and a bandage, and then Nico had let him do the wounds on his back.
“Good job,” Will had praised, and helped him lie down on his side. He’d even tucked him in, to Nico’s timid delight. It had been so long since he’d felt cared for. Will had filled up a water glass for him, told him exactly where to find him if he needed anything, and fluffed up his pillow. Then he had given him a last smile and said the words that had made Nico’s heart beat so fast.
“I’m so, so proud of you,” he’d said, so very gentle and sweet. “You’ve been so freaking brave, Nico. I’m so proud of you for today. Good job, okay? Now go to sleep, you’ve more than earned some time off.” He’d pet Nico’s hair, just once, and then he’d left him alone to sleep.
Will was the first one to take care of him. Will was the guy who stopped by his cabin every day, got him used to eating first alone and then with others. Will had patched him up countless times, and when Nico watched him work silently, Will was the guy who just smiled at him with all the warmth of the sun.
Will had taken his hand on a walk by the lake. When fourteen-year-old Nico looked up at him, his smile was brighter than ever.
“I love when you look at me like that,” he’d confessed. Nico had blinked.
“Like what?” he asked.
Will hummed. “Like that,” he said, and his free hand brushed Nico’s cheek as they slowed on the sand. “Like you trust me. Like you adore me. The puppy eyes and that soft look. Your walls come down and I can read everything on your face like this.”
“Oh.” Nico knew he was blushing, but it wasn’t scary, because Will was gentle. And when Will had kissed him there on the lakeshore, he had leaned into it, and Will’s arms were safe around him.
Will was holding hands and cheek kisses. Will was falling asleep to soft humming and the sound of a guitar. Will was flowers at the door and playful fights and banter and laughing and helping in the infirmary. Will was slow dancing in Nico’s cabin, grinning when they stepped on each other’s toes, and falling asleep in the middle of a Star Wars marathon in warm arms, hands trailing up and down his back.
Objectively, Nico knew his boyfriend was hot. Girls liked to whisper behind their hands and giggle when he walked by, and he was always running his hands through his hair and biting out muttered curses in a way that made people sigh and bite their lips. It made Nico’s stomach do funny things, too, but he always brushed them off, because Will always gave him butterflies, because he was so sweet and so loving to his boyfriend.
So he knew, technically, his boyfriend was visually appealing.
But he’d absolutely never ever thought of him as sexy like he was now.
Nico had just been looking for Will because he was bored; he wasn’t in the infirmary, so Kayla had told him to try the arena. Why a healer who couldn’t fight for shit would be in the arena, Nico had no idea, but he followed her advice.
Well, he’d found him. But he wasn’t bored anymore. Nico was frozen, standing half-hidden behind the equipment shed and gaping at the lone figure standing in the arena, glaring at the target.
Will was drop-dead gorgeous. He was shirtless and fuck, how the hell had Nico never known that he had a tattoo? How had he even gotten a tattoo!? And why was it so sexy!? His muscles were cut like diamonds, a mix of healthy habits, intensive exercise in the infirmary, and working out in his own cabin with his regular regime. He had his golden curls pulled back in a short ponytail and fuck, his jaw was clenched in a sharp, cut line and his eyes were narrowed at the target.
As Nico watched (like an absolute pervert), he whipped a knife at the target so fast his arm blurred. Nico watched in awe as it stuck dead center. He gulped. Will could throw knives? Even Nico wasn’t great at throwing knives! Two more thunked into the wood and Nico’s wide eyes shot back to his god of a boyfriend. He hadn’t even seen him throw!
The flustered son of Hades glanced down for a breather and noticed in horror that he was sporting a stiffy. Woah. That had never happened before. What was he supposed to do about that? Will would notice! Would he notice? It wasn’t like he kept his eyes glued to Nico’s crotch or anything. Nah, he’d be fine. It would go away.
He looked up again, taking a deep breath, and found blazing blue eyes locked on his, curiosity and amusement playing on Will’s handsome face.
“Hey, death boy,” he said with a casual wave and his usual friendly smile. It looked so much hotter when his shoulder flexed and his pectoral twitched. Fuck. Nico could literally feel himself leaking in his boxers. Okay, he’d never gotten wet without a touch before. What was happening? “ Need something?”
“Uh... y-you can throw knives?” Nico choked out, hoping to all the gods that his face wasn’t as red as he thought it was at this moment. Will grinned.
“Yeah! Knives and arrows, though I’m not as good with a bow as Kayla or Dahlia. You didn’t know?”
“No,” Nico managed, swallowing. “Um. I didn’t. I mean, I do now, but. Yep.” He mentally kicked himself when Will raised an eyebrow in concern.
“Are you okay? Do you need a check-up? Are you dizzy or hurt somewhere?” He reached out for Nico’s arm and Nico yelped, ducking out of reach. Mild hurt flashed over Will’s incredibly handsome face and he faltered, and guilt latched onto Nico’s soul.
“Oh, no, I’m fine!” he said, and patted Will’s shoulder. Holy gods, his shoulder was very firm. “All good here. Um, do you want to hang out?”
Will brightened. “Yeah, I’d love to! Let me grab my shirt and put the knives away.” And then he bent down to reach around to the bench directly behind Nico. Where his shirt was. Putting his face a few inches from Nico’s distended crotch.
They froze at the same time and Will’s eyes widened. Slowly, he retrieved his shirt—the black tank top, because the gods either loved or hated Nico—and pulled it on. He gulped. Nico stumbled back as his heart dropped. Oh, fuck. Will knew. Will knew he was a raging pervert, oh fuck. He had to get out, now, and maybe never come back.
“I-I’m going to go, actually,” he choked, heart hammering. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” He turned to run, only to find himself trapped quite securely in incredibly strong arms, which somehow only made him harder. He squeaked. Will’s chest pressed against his back, firm and unyielding, and Nico could feel his heartbeat was just as fast.
“I have to ask,” Will said, and—oh. He didn’t sound disturbed or angry. He sounded amused, and his voice was a little deeper than usual, a little huskier. Nico was starting to think he was doubly-gay. Will was always attractive, yeah, but—well, Nico had never thought of him as a man before. He was a boy, Nico’s boyfriend. But this guy standing behind him, arms around him, murmuring into his ear—this guy was a man, and fuck if it wasn’t doing things to poor horny seventeen-year-old Nico. “Is that because of... me?”
Nico groaned, covering his red face with his hands. “I’m going to go,” he stressed. “And we’ll never talk about this again.”
Will laughed and nuzzled the back of his neck playfully. “Nico, I’m not mad,” he said, and his voice said he was smiling. “I’m, uh, kinda flattered, actually. I mean—I'm the reason, right? Uh, for the stain, there?”
“The w—” Nico looked down and choked on his own spit at the sight of the dark stain right where the tip of his dick was pressed. “What the fuck!” He struggled, but Will just held him down tighter and Nico’s cock twitched at the sheer strength in those arms. He hissed. Will chuckled.
“It’s okay, death boy,” he cooed. “I’m seriously not upset or like, put off or anything. It’s cute! Or, sweet? Or... well, neither. I guess it’s hot. It’s definitely pretty hot to see you reacting to me like this.” His hand ghosted down and Nico gasped, watching. He didn’t say no, though, because—well, why the hell would he?
Will’s hand brushed his crotch, and when Nico didn’t protest, it pressed down, rubbing him through his jeans. Nico moaned and his legs trembled, knees buckling for just a moment. Will gulped against his shoulder.
“Is this okay?” he breathed. Nico trembled at the desire in his voice. Was this okay? Seriously? This was way better than okay. He nodded quickly.
“Not here,” he breathed. “My cabin. Let’s go to my cabin.”
Will shivered behind him. “Really?” he breathed. “Are you sure?”
Nico nodded, trembling as Will’s hand pressed against his crotch one more time. He whimpered when it lifted off of him and Will sucked in a breath.
“That sounded so hot,” he breathed. “I’m gonna make you scream, honey.” Nico shuddered again, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand. He dragged the blond into a shadow and yanked him through it into his cabin, where they tumbled out on the floor. Will popped up first to check on him. “Nico, you’re not supposed to do that for trivial things! Nico?”
“It was, like, three hundred yards,” Nico grumbled. “I’m fine. Just… just…” he blushed and snapped his mouth shut; he never had been good at asking for what he wanted.
Will softened and his eyes narrowed a little. “You really want this?” he checked carefully, maintaining his distance.
“Yes,” Nico said, and the moment the word left his mouth, Will had him up in those strong arms, carrying him over to drop him roughly on the bed. Nico squeaked when his boyfriend’s lips crashed into his. He wrapped his arms around Will’s neck, dragging him closer, and moaned when a hot tongue slipped between his lips to map out the inside of his mouth.
Will pulled away, kisses trailing hot and wet down the line of Nico’s throat, and the son of Hades gasped as a hand slipped under his shirt. Will kissed his shoulder. “Is this okay?” he asked. Nico nodded.
“Gods, Solace, more than okay,” he muttered, and wrapped his legs around his boyfriend’s hips. Will hissed, shoving Nico’s shirt up to his chin and immediately diving down to his nipples. When his tongue laved over one, Nico made a strangled noise and his hips bucked up into Will’s stomach of their own volition. Will smirked up at him and nipped at the abused nipple, tugging it between his teeth. Nico gasped and grabbed hold of the sheets.
“Gods, Nico,” Will breathed, pulling back to look at him. “You are so, so pretty.” He kissed the smaller boy again and Nico felt the rough warmth of his hand ghost up and down his hip lovingly. He pulled the blond closer and licked into his mouth with a soft sound. Could they be closer? He wanted to be closer.
Will’s hand paused on the button of his jeans. “Can I take them off?” he asked. Nico nodded furiously. Fuck embarrassment, fuck insecurity—he was horny and he needed his boyfriend to touch him, yesterday. Will yanked them down his hips, then slid them off, pulling Nico’s legs up to get them off his ankles. He threw them carelessly behind him and bent to mouth over the smooth skin of Nico’s pale thighs, sucking hickeys into them.
“You are so,” kiss. “ Fucking,” kiss. “Hot.” He bit down and Nico shuddered, gasping.
“Look who’s talking,” he gasped, reaching up. “Dear gods, Will, take your fucking shirt off, already. I want to see you naked.”
Will grinned and sat back, and when he pulled his shirt over his head Nico wondered if he could possibly cum without being touched. Will was so hot. How in Tartarus had he never seen this before? Fuck! His electric blue eyes were narrowed like a predator’s, pupils huge and dark and gaze locked on Nico—ready to pounce. Nico reached for him.
“Do it,” he demanded. “Put your hands on me. Come here, let me touch you. Please, Will!”
Will groaned, leaning down into Nico’s frantic embrace. He made a strangled grunt when pale hands began to roam his body, exploring his muscles and the expanse of skin displayed. Then he grinned and dropped down between Nico’s legs, dragging his tongue up the inside of his thigh with a wicked grin.
“Want me to suck it for you?” he purred. Nico shivered at his voice, so deep and wanting and aroused. He nodded and the grin widened. “Gonna have to do better than that, darlin’, he drawled, and Nico damn near saw stars. He opened his mouth to beg, to speak, anything, but could only gasp for air. Will’s fingers brushed his thigh once, twice—then he put his palm over Nico’s crotch and rubbed, and Nico screamed as his hips bucked and he saw white.
A wet patch spread across his boxers, larger than before, and he trembled as he fell still, twitching. Fuck. Damn it. He hadn’t even really been touched! Why had that been it!? He'd never cum so fast! Why was he such an embarrassment? He threw an arm over his eyes, gritting his teeth against the humiliation.
“ Fuck.” The voice was rougher than before and when Nico looked up, he saw Will shaking where he knelt between Nico’s legs, staring at the obvious, sticky evidence of his boyfriend’s inexperience. He shuddered and ran a hand through his hair. The movement made his pec and bicep flex, and Nico’s cock twitched in interest.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, feeling incredibly small. He’d always compared his boyfriend to a golden retriever, but not now. This man was a lion, and he looked fucking starved. “I didn’t mean to.”
Will’s predatory eyes flicked up to Nico’s, engulfing him in serious, hungry cerulean. “Don’t be sorry,” he commanded, so of course Nico wasn’t anymore. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life and I’m not far behind you right now. You are so sexy, Nico. Fuck. You’re such a good boy.”
Nico jumped when his cock spasmed in his boxers and Will’s eyes snapped to it. He grinned. “You like that?” he cooed sweetly, leaning down over Nico’s body, huge and powerful, to press his lips to the wet spot. Nico cried out, bucking his hips and accidentally grinding against Will’s cheek. Will grinned wider. “Good boy,” he said roughly. “Precious little thing. Can I get you hard again, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” Nico whined, spreading his legs when Will pushed at them. He watched as the man removed his boxers and threw them in the general vicinity of his pants, and had to cover his mouth to muffle his whimpers as Will’s calloused fingers teased and played with his wet, sensitive pink cock. He trembled.
“Hands off your mouth,” Will ordered. Nico obeyed and was rewarded with a kiss before the blond unbuttoned his own jeans. “So pretty,” he whispered to himself. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
He pulled his own cock out, scrambling to get rid of his jeans, and stroked it twice, moaning as his head fell back in pleasure. Nico gulped—it was bigger than his by quite a bit, maybe twice the size, and it drooled over Will’s fingers as he fucked his hand. The sight was like gold. Nico moved, sitting up, enraptured by the thick length and the redness of the head; by the clear, sticky precum already dripping from his slit over his fingers. Will smiled at him.
“Like what you see?” he teased. Nico nodded, fascinated.
“Can I suck it?” he asked dazedly. “I want to try it, like you were going to.” He looked up into wide blue eyes, scooting closer. “I’ll be a good boy,” he whispered.
Will squeezed the base of his cock hard, jaw clenched, and closed his eyes for a second. “I’m not going to last,” he warned. “I think I’m gonna cum the second you put that pretty mouth on my cock.”
Nico couldn’t help but smile as he inched closer. Will lifted himself up, then hummed. “I’ll stand,” he said, tucking a piece of hair behind Nico’s ear and kissing his forehead. “Better for my darling boyfriend’s back.”
Nico looked up at him with all the adoration in the world as he arranged himself on his feet beside the bed. He leaned in and nuzzled at his boyfriend’s V-line, gulping as the scent of his sweat filled his senses, heady and masculine. Slowly, he took it in his hands and pumped it once, testing. Will hissed, but didn’t speak. Nico looked up to gauge his reaction. He smiled.
“Take your time,” he cooed. “It’s new. I can wait.” His abs were clenched, contrary to his vocal patience, but Nico certainly appreciated the compassion. He regarded the slit carefully, cocked his head and tentatively licked it with the tip of his tongue. Will groaned. Nico hummed. It didn’t taste all that bad—a bit salty, a bit thick. Mostly good. He sucked on the tip, then opened his mouth and slid it inside. It made a wet pop sound as it slid past his lips, and he furrowed his brow as he took it as far down as he could without choking. He noticed with dismay that it wasn’t all that far at all, but when he glanced up for approval, Will’s face was flushed red and he was gripping the bed post for dear life, pupils blown and panting.
“That’s so fucking good,” he gasped. Nico hummed when he threaded a hand through soft black hair and the healer shouted, gripping his head. “Shit! Fuck, don’t do that or I’m gonna blow in seconds,” he groaned. Nico swallowed around the appendage, making his boyfriend’s eyes roll back. He liked that? He liked—oh, he really liked that.
Nico did it again, then slowly slid back until he just had the tip inside. When Will’s eyes met his again, he opened his mouth to display it sitting there, fat and heavy on his red tongue. Then he swirled his tongue around it and bobbed his head until his lips stretched wide around the middle of the thing. He wrapped a hand around the base—then put the other on his abs, for stability, and set to work bobbing back and forth slowly until he found a rhythm that let him work without choking.
Will swore above him, a filthy stream of words Nico had never heard uttered from his lips. He gripped Nico’s hair and thrust into his mouth, surprising him. Still, he pulled out before Nico even had a chance to choke, so the raven said nothing and simply bobbed his head a little faster. Will gulped.
“You’re so hot,” he groaned, muscles twitching under Nico’s free hand. “You are so fucking hot, Nico. I’m gonna cum. I’m going to fucking cum.” He tugged, and slowly, Nico drew back. He swallowed around the tip again, teasing it with his tongue, and Will shouted.
“Fuck!” he said. “Off, off, off, I’m cumming!” Nico tried to stay on the thing, curious about the taste, but Will’s hand in his hair forced him back just as the spurts of white began shooting from his tip. Some did land in Nico’s mouth—most shot across his cheeks, nose, forehead and eyelids, though thankfully he was able to close his eyes in time. He swallowed what landed on his tongue, noting with delight that it tasted salty and a little sweet, with just a hint of bitterness. Huh; he’d always thought sperm was supposed to taste bad.
“Shit! Are you okay!? I’m so sorry!” Will scrambled away to grab a cloth and then carefully wiped Nico’s eyes clean. “Oh, crap,” he mumbled. “Honey, did it get in your eyes? What about your mouth, are you okay? Wanna go wash it out?”
Nico batted him away. He maintained eye contact as he drew a thumb across his cheek and sucked it clean with a soft moan. Will’s eyes widened and his spent cock twitched between his legs. The sight delighted Nico; he was desirable! His boyfriend thought he was sexy!
Will gulped. “It’s not… bad?”
Nico grinned. “It’s actually kind of sweet,” he said. “Must be something you eat.”
Will blinked. “Huh,” he said. “Must be all the fruit. I really love pineapple.”
Nico laughed. Then he flopped back on the bed and kept swiping up drops of cum to lick up until his face was mostly clean. Then he accepted the cloth, but while he was wiping his face, he felt a sudden wet heat between his legs. He yelped and glanced down. Will was kneeling at the edge of the bed, head down as his tongue licked up the precum leaking from Nico’s rock-hard dick. When had the thing even come back into commission? Nico had thought he was down for the count. Will grinned.
“I’m gonna return the favor for you,” he purred like sin, and took Nico’s cock down to the root in one go. Nico cried out . He arched his back, dropping the cloth, and wove his hands through blond curls as his legs scrambled against broad back muscles.
“Will, Will, Will ,” he whimpered, shuddering as his boyfriend’s tongue did wicked things against his slit before engulfing him in tight, wet heat again. “Oh, oh! Feels so good, oh, don’t stop, please!” Will sucked hard as he pulled up, then drove Nico’s cock deep into his mouth. Nico cried out, fingers twisting in golden locks. He gasped, and when he accidentally bucked his hips up, Will didn’t break stride for even a second. He took it down his throat, bright blue eyes snapping up to narrow playfully at Nico’s red face and reached underneath the raven to squeeze his ass and coax his hips to move in rhythm.
Nico moaned, tossed his head back, and whined as his boyfriend’s hot, wet mouth enveloped his cock, slick and tight and fuck, he was going to cum again! He whimpered.
“Will—Will, I– ngh –I’m, I’m gonna—” he choked, breaking off with a tiny sob. Will pulled up, squeezing the base just tight enough to make his boyfriend whine.
“You’re so fucking cute when you’re a whimpering mess like this,” said the healer with a wicked smirk. “Beg for me, angel eyes. Be a good boy and beg me to let you cum. Can you do that?”
Nico held his breath for a second, trying to gather himself. Well, Will had promised to make him scream. He hadn’t expected him to ask for something so dirty , but it was hard to be embarrassed when he was so delirious with pleasure. He let out all the air in his lungs in one whoosh and gasped for more.
“Please,” he whispered. Will bit down on the soft skin of Nico’s inner thigh, sucking a hickey.
“Louder, pretty baby,” he teased. Nico gulped.
“Please,” he choked, and it came out in a desperate whimper. “Please, let me cum. Please, I need it—please, can I cum? Please, Will, I’m so good, I’m a good boy—Please, please let me cum!”
Will growled like a wild animal and leaned over him, capturing bitten lips in a hard, claiming kiss. “There’s my good boy,” he whispered. “You can cum. Scream my name when you do, okay? Be good and tell me who makes you moan like this.”
Nico nodded eagerly, watching with wide eyes as Will sank back between his legs and opened his mouth. He dragged his tongue up the length of the raven’s cock and tickled the head with the tip, swirling tiny circles into the red flesh. Nico’s chest heaved with his panting and he gripped the sheets on either side of his head, watching his incredible boyfriend go down on him.
“Gods, I’m so close,” he whimpered. “Will, cazzo. Feels so good. I’m so close! Dai! Di piu! ”
Will grinned and sucked on the head, sliding it between his lips with an audible pop just so Nico could watch. Nico moaned, half floating. He wrapped his legs around the blond’s shoulders, trapping his head between white, marked-up thighs. Will took the hint, sliding down to the base. He bobbed his head faster, and his rough hand dug into Nico’s ass again. Nico moaned again, watching in disbelief as his boyfriend gripped his ass in both hands and lifted his entire lower half off the bed, taking away his leverage as he swallowed the smaller boy’s cock to the root.
Nico could do nothing but scream and flail as pleasure consumed him. His thighs trembled and snapped tight around Will’s head, and Will moaned, his throat convulsing around Nico’s cock, massaging every fired-up point perfectly. Nico gulped and reached down with a trembling hand, grabbing for messy curls. Will moaned again and Nico was suddenly violently shoved to the edge. He cried out.
“Will!” He begged. “Will, I’m there, I’m there, please! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh gods, don’t stop!”
Will responded with an enthusiastic moan of his own. Nico’s free hand shot down to join the first, pressing Will’s face into his groin as pleasure like he had never known exploded from his wet, tortured cock. His toes curled and his heels dug into Will’s back, scrabbling for purchase against his incredible muscles. He screamed. “Will, Will, Will!” he cried, damn near sobbing as his hips shook and trembled and his hands pushed Will deeper. His boyfriend took it like a pro, only choking a couple of times before establishing a rhythm of suck, swallow, suck, swallow that kept Nico coming and coming down his throat.
At last, the high softened into overstimulation and Nico croaked a last whimper as his muscles trembled and softened. He twitched as Will lowered him back to the bed.
“Oh,” he breathed. Will chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand.
“How you doing?” he asked. He sounded smug, but Nico didn’t give a damn. Will had just sucked his soul out through his cock, he could be as smug as he goddamn wanted. The son of Hades reached out, dazed and shaking, and cooed when his boyfriend leaned down into his embrace. Will hummed adoringly, kissed his forehead, and rolled them onto their sides. “You okay, honey?” he checked. His face was satisfied and happy, and his hands were gentle where they ran lovingly up and down Nico’s knee to his hip. “Too much?”
Nico let out a shaky hum and snuggled into his boyfriend’s arms. Will, ever the attentive lover, took the hint and hugged him tight. He kissed messy black curls and Nico nuzzle into his neck.
“That was incredible,” he mumbled blearily. Gods, how the hell did anyone function after sex? “Was it enough for you…?”
Will chuckled and kissed the bridge of his nose. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been so horny in my life,” he whispered, nuzzling Nico’s hair playfully. “You were so unbelievably sexy, you know that? And gods, your mouth. Fuck. Your mouth was like heaven.” He grinned and kissed Nico, cradling him. “Sweet boy,” he murmured. “My sweet boy.”
Nico mumbled something that was probably supposed to be words and snuggled into his embrace. Will laughed and squeezed him, kissing his head three or four times affectionately. “You want your cuddles, hmm? My sweet little baby.” He pulled the blankets up over their naked bodies and kissed his boyfriend. Nico sighed against his lips, feeling pleasantly sore and melty, and curled up tight enough to throw his legs over Will’s hip and bury himself in warmth.
“Night,” he mumbled. Will laughed at him.
“It’s not even dinnertime,” he teased. “How about a nap, okay, sunshine? Sweet dreams, I’ll wake you up on time.”
“Mmhm.” Nico yawned, blissed out, and closed his eyes. He drifted off to gentle hands on his naked skin and a smile pressed against his hair.
“Nico.”
“ Mmm.”
A quiet chuckle sent cool air across Nico’s forehead and he snuggled deeper into the blankets. He was still naked, and so was Will; tanned skin pressed against pale, warm and comfortable. Nico nuzzled sleepily at his boyfriend’s neck and felt Will’s gentle embrace tighten a little around him.
“Honey,” Will whispered, and Nico hummed softly. He loved that pet name. Will knew he loved that pet name. “It’s time for supper, okay? We have to get up and get dressed.”
“No,” Nico mumbled, cuddling insistently closer. Will laughed against his hair and Nico felt kisses land against his forehead and temple.
“But we have to,” Will cooed. “You’re gonna be hungry later.”
Nico grumbled, sliding his arms around the healer’s waist and rubbing his cheek against a strong pectoral. “No,” he insisted. “I’m sleepy, and after dinner you’re going to go with your siblings and I’ll have to be alone again and I don’t want to, so shut up and stay.”
Will’s stomach rumbled and he sighed. “Nico, I’m hungry,” he whined. “I promise I’ll come back to you after, okay? If I come and cuddle with you all night, will you come to dinner with me?”
Nico was quiet for a minute, soaking up the warmth and comfort of their position. “What about campfire?” he asked.
“No campfire tonight,” Will informed him. “Stolls did something to the marshmallow stash and we haven’t replaced them or fixed the jinx on the sticks, yet, so it’s canceled for tonight.”
Nico snorted. Then he heaved a dramatic sigh and pushed himself up, stretching like a cat. “Fine,” he muttered, wincing as the cold air of his cabin washed across his skin. “Ow!”
Will sat up, worry in his frown as he reached out to touch Nico’s back. “Oops,” he muttered. Nico snorted, relaxing as his boyfriend healed the ache in his muscles.
“We didn’t even go all the way,” he muttered. “Why am I sore?”
Will gave him a lopsided grin and kissed his forehead. “Well,” he said cheerfully, “you did just do the equivalent of about a hundred hip thrusts, plus holding yourself up like that with your legs and core, plus tensing all your muscles when you came, twice. Plus working your core and neck while you were blowing me. Plus, adrenaline. Sex is exhausting, baby boy, even if you don’t go all the way.”
Nico flushed. “Oh my gods,” he mumbled, pressing his face into his hands. “We just had sex.”
“ Sort of,” Will said. Then he paused, halfway through buckling his jeans (what Nico wouldn’t do to frame that visual). “Do... do you regret it?”
Nico bit his lip, thinking. He was seventeen, but Will was eighteen, now—Percy and Annabeth had done worse at much younger. Will was sweet and slow, gentle and easygoing, and certainly hadn’t pressured him. How many times had he paused to check that Nico was okay? Six, seven? He sighed.
“No,” he said firmly. “I don’t. It felt good, and you were careful. It’s just... that’s a big thing, right?”
Will relaxed with an audible sigh of relief and finished getting dressed. He tossed some clothes Nico’s way with a warm smile. “Sure, for some people,” he said carefully. “Not so much for others.” He hummed softly, watching Nico wriggle into his jeans. “On the one hand, it’s a huge deal for me, because compared to where we started out, the sheer amount of trust you showed me today is mind-blowing, and honestly, so was the actual sex. But, on the other hand, we’ve been dating... what, four years now? I figured it was probably going to happen at some point.” He grinned his familiar, warm, lopsided smile and Nico’s heart fluttered even as his worries eased. “I’m really happy right now,” Will confessed.
“Me too,” Nico admitted, looking down to tie his shoes. “Thank you, Will.”
“Thank you, angel eyes,” the blond retorted. “You were just so fuckin’ pretty, I could barely hold myself back. Any chance you’d wanna take a chance on something like that again, sometime?”
“Your himbo is showing,” Nico informed his boyfriend, tossing a pillow at him playfully. Will fired it back with a laugh.
“I am in a very good mood, and you are glowing,” he said smugly. “I hope you’re good at pretending to be dull and tired, cause baby, sex looks good on you.” He winked and turned to the door. “Real good.” Nico blushed as he stood, and hastily grabbed a hoodie from the closet before hurrying after his boyfriend, head down and hair over his face.
“I’m sitting with Percy and Jason for that comment,” he said dryly. Will kissed his cheek without breaking stride. “I’ll come pick you up after I get the kids settled in bed,” he said, amused. “Then you and I can snuggle all night, like I promised.” He broke away and Nico veered towards the other two children of the Big Three, currently seated at the Poseidon table.
“Neeks, what brings you to our neck of the woods?” Jason asked, greeting his friend with a nod. Percy waved, grinning at him. “You usually sit over with your boy-toy, don’t you?”
Percy leaned on the table. “You guys aren’t fighting, are you?” he asked, frowning. “’Cause, if you’re fighting, Jason and I can totally knock the fear of the gods into him.”
“We are not fighting,” Nico said. “I just, uh, don’t really trust myself to be around him and all his siblings right now. That’s all.”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “And... why not?” he asked. Nico shrugged, taking a sip of Kool-Aid. “Does it have anything to do with that incredibly bright blush you’re sporting?” asked the blond casually. Nico choked on his Kool-Aid.
“No!” he spluttered, ducking his head to hide behind his hair. Will always liked when he did that; he said it was the perfect excuse to tuck the messy strands of ink back behind his boyfriend’s ear and kiss his forehead, and honestly, Nico couldn’t say he hated the affectionate gesture.
“Got him,” Percy droned, taking a bite of his mashed potatoes. Why were they blue? What was even in those? Never mind. “So, what, you accidentally saw him naked? He walked in on you whacking it? What’s got you all shy?”
“Uh...” Nico turned back to his food. “Sitting with you was a mistake. I should have told him to just go without me.”
“You know he wouldn’t have let you go hungry while he ate,” Jason scoffed. “Come on, out with it. What happened between you to make you so embarrassed you can’t even sit with him?”
Nico grunted. “We... did things,” he muttered eventually. Percy spat out his Kool-Aid all over the front of Nico’s shirt, prompting him to reach across the table and smack the son of Poseidon over the head.
“Ow!” Percy complained. “You had sex with him?” Well, at least he’d had the foresight to whisper. Nico ruffled his hair, agitated.
“No!” he hissed, then paused. “Not... not all of it, anyway. Just... I... with my mouth, and then he—he did it for me, too.”
“Blowjobs, nice start,” Jason said calmly, munching on his peas. “Not bad, my man, high five.” He held up a hand and Nico glared at it with such ferocity that he put it back down immediately with a wince. “Alright, point taken,” he said, turning back to his food. “So, how was your first time? Was he nice?”
Nico groaned. “Why are we still talking about this?” he snapped. “I’m going to go.”
Jason pointed with his fork. “Sit. Eat. Talk,” he said, and unfortunately, Nico’s level of respect for the idiot was high enough to make him do exactly that.
“It was... it was good,” he muttered, glaring at his plate. “I... twice, and when he—he makes a... a really good expression. And sounds. He was sweet to me.”
“He was?” Jason asked, smiling. “Didn’t pressure you or anything, right? I mean, doesn’t seem like Solace’s M.O., and you sound like you enjoyed yourself, but—like, gotta check, right?”
“He asked me if I was okay or comfortable or doing alright about a dozen times, Jason,” Nico sighed. “And he took really good care of me after. He tucked me in, held me, healed the aches when I woke up. We talked after, too. And he made me come and eat something.”
“Awww.” Percy grinned around a mouthful of chicken. “Did he call you that pet name? Is that why you’re all melty? He called you that pet name, didn’t he?”
Nico frowned. “Which one?” he asked, bewildered. Percy chuckled.
“The one that made you light up all red that time he said it at the campfire, when he changed the lyrics of that song to fit you?” he prompted. Nico flushed at the memory. “I think it was angel eyes, or something? I don’t remember, I just remember that you liked it. He said it, didn’t he?”
“Yes, Jackson, and about thirty more. It’s not that big a deal; he’s my boyfriend. He can call me whatever he wants.”
“Call you mine, that’s all I need, pretty boy,” came a distinct Southern twang from behind them. Nico jumped and whipped his head back to see Will standing close behind him. The blond leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “I’m gonna go get my siblings ready for bed,” he said. “You want me to come back here to pick you up, or head to your cabin?”
“My cabin,” Nico said, tilting his head back to rest against Will’s stomach. “I’m almost done here.”
Will hummed, threading his hands through Nico’s hair and scratching along the nape of his neck the way he liked. Nico sighed, melting into the touches as his eyes fell shut in contentment. Percy snorted.
“You’re a cat,” he said, amused.
“ Purr,” Nico said, and made a rumbling sound in his throat to emphasize the statement. Will chuckled.
“Cute cat,” he remarked, and gently tugged Nico upright by his hair before kissing his forehead one more time. “Okay, baby, I’ll see you in a bit.”
Nico let his lips twitch into the ghost of a smile as the blond jogged off.
“I half-thought you were kidding, but without the death glare, it’s pretty obvious,” Jason observed. “You’re glowing, man. Sex looks pretty good on you, actually.”
“That’s what Will said, and that’s why I’m not sitting with him,” Nico shot at his friend, frowning. “I’m almost eighteen and Will and I have been together almost four years. So what if we had sex? It isn’t like it’s a bad thing. Even if we did go all the way, it’s not like I can get pregnant. Who cares?”
Percy raised an eyebrow. “Just assuming you’re the bottom, then,” he said, “do you know enough about proper prep? Aftercare? Cleaning? Do you know about STD’s and UTI’s? What about the emotional aspect? Are you ready for that? Having sex is a bigger thing than you realize, Nico. Be careful with yourself. And with him; you’ve got a good one. He treats you like a prince, so don’t take that for granted.” He paused. “Not that I think you will, being so smitten with him and all. You know your whole face goes soft when you look at him? You melt before he even touches you.” He grinned. “It’s a nice change from the Nico I knew before. There’s a lot less hatred in you than there was then.”
Nico shrugged. “I’m dating a pre-med student,” he said, shaking his head. “You think Will’s going to fuck me without doing any research at all first? Have you ever met the boy?”
Percy shrugged, and Jason ruffled both of their hair. “We trust you, Nico,” he said. “And we like Will. He’s a keeper, that’s for sure. I’m glad to hear that you took another step with him, and I’m more glad to hear that you aren’t ashamed of it. Congratulations.” He smiled as he stood, and Nico followed suit with a nod of thanks.
“Nice to see you guys,” he said. “Want to train tomorrow? That invitation is rescinded immediately if you try to talk about my sex life again.”
“Sure!” Jason said, and Percy shot him a thumbs up, unable to speak through all the food he’d shoveled into his mouth.
Nico nodded and wandered off to his cabin.
When Will pushed the door open, Nico was already dozing, curled up in his bed and naked but for the hoodie he’d stolen from his boyfriend the day before. With the bright yellow against his unruly raven hair, he looked like a bumblebee. Will chuckled, closing the door quietly behind him.
“Hi,” Nico mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes. His cheek was squished up against the pillow and his body was relaxed on the black silk sheets—they'd been changed, Will noted; oh, good. He looked beautiful.
“Hey, death boy,” said the son of Apollo cheerfully. “How was dinner?”
“Horrible. They interrogated me.” Nico groaned, and only then did his eyes slant open to cast a sideways glance in his boyfriend’s direction. Half-lidded, dark, dreamy, soulful—Nico's eyes were a wonder of the world, a marvel of both the beautiful depths of his Italian heritage and the deeper, more mysterious magic of the Underworld, inherited from his intimidating father. Will fell in love with him all over again every time Nico looked at him like that—so sleepy and trusting and casual—with those lovely, enchanting eyes.
“Interrogated you?” he echoed, pulling off his shirt on the way to the bathroom. Nico wolf-whistled, pulling a laugh from the blond. He loved when his boyfriend could be playful with him. “Interrogated you about what?”
“You were right,” Nico sighed. “I glow, apparently. Not like you, but enough that they knew.”
Will burst out laughing as he turned on the shower, not bothering to close the door. He pissed and brushed his teeth while the water heated up, because in the Hades cabin, it took approximately a year to do that. “Would you mind bringing me a clean pair of boxers, my grumpy little ball of darkness?” he called, and heard the bed creak as Nico stood up from his comfy position.
When he heard the drawer open, he finally turned to find the water warm and sighed as he stepped under the spray.
Nico stood in the doorway, watching as his boyfriend climbed into the shower and tilted his head back with a sigh. Adulthood looked good on Will Solace, and Nico let his eyes trail shamelessly over strong, toned abs, covered by just enough fat to be healthy, and wet golden curls, loose to his shoulders in the weight of the water, and muscular arms as they flexed when Will reached up to card his hair back with big hands, laced delicately with veins more beautifully placed than the fucking David. Nico wondered briefly if Will had been Michaelangelo’s model, but a glance between his legs revealed that, no, he couldn’t be, because Will was at peak masculine perfection in every area of his anatomy. He sighed, bringing the raven’s attention back up to his face. Will’s jawline was more chiseled than it had been when they first got together, and Nico found himself tracing the sharp contours of his boyfriend’s handsome, grown-up face. Sharp cheekbones, sharp jaw, a slight curve to his nose—he looked majestic, like ancient royalty. He had been blessed by the god that had birthed him, that was for sure. Nico was pretty sure Apollo had once literally cried over how beautiful his son was. Maybe that meant Will was more perfect than even his father, the god of sunlight. He was, like his father, the embodiment of the sun—handsome and strong, blazing and powerful and beautiful; but without the narcissism, and with a hundred thousand times the kindness in his dimples and his playful, warm, human eyes. Oh, how Nico loved his boyfriend.
Brilliant blue eyes slanted open to look at him and a slow, lazy smirk curled up the corner of the healer’s mouth. “See somethin’ you like?” he drawled, laying on that honeyed accent he knew Nico couldn’t resist.
Nico smiled, placing the boxers on the counter. “Room for another?” he purred, pulling the hoodie over his head and stalking towards the shower without shame. Will grinned at him; not the salacious smirk Nico had been expecting from his actions, but the warm, real, gentle kind Will gave him when he did something the blond deemed trusting or loving.
It warmed his heart. He felt wanted when Will smiled at him like that; far more than he ever would have from lewd looks and promises. Will adored him instead of lusting after him; loved him fully and wonderfully, and treated him like gold.
He stepped into the shower after his wonderful, handsome boyfriend, and wrapped his arms tightly around narrow hips, pulling him close. Will returned the embrace and hummed in adoration when Nico laid his head against one broad, warm shoulder. He swayed them side to side, shifting his feet on the cool black tile, and his hand traced lazy patterns in the skin of Nico’s lower back.
It didn’t need to be heated. It didn’t need to devolve into panting, moaning, passing water and spit into each other's mouths, hands in hair or on wet, riled-up cocks, slamming into cold walls and rutting like animals. It was intimate, and comfortable, and that was enough.
“You look hot when you throw knives,” Nico sighed against Will’s neck, turning his face in to hide from the water and steal a whiff of his boyfriend’s sunshine scent. “And when you tie your hair up.” He paused. “And when you take your shirt off.” He paused again. “And when you don’t.”
Will laughed, hooked a finger under Nico’s chin, and dragged him into a loving kiss. “You’re hot too,” he teased. “In your clothes and glaring at everyone or naked and writhing under me, moaning my name.” He winked at Nico’s embarrassed flush.
Nico rolled his eyes, but when gentle fingers calloused from many years of handling medical implements and weapons brushed through his hair with the reverence of someone touching silk for the first time, he felt his mild annoyance melt like butter on a hot stove. He nuzzled against his boyfriend, dislodging the hand, and sighed when it found its way back to his back and started tracing its patterns again, sure and slow over his body.
“I love you,” he murmured into Will’s skin. It wasn’t the first time, but they hadn’t said it often. “I love you, Will.”
Will hummed softly and kissed the top of Nico’s head. “I love you too, Nico,” he said softly.
They took turns washing each other’s hair and Nico was more asleep than away by the time they stepped out of the shower together. Will passed him the hoodie he’d been wearing wordlessly and pulled on his boxers. He blow-dried both of their hair—Nico's first, then his own while his boyfriend brushed his teeth.
The sun was setting outside the one window in the Hades cabin by the time they crawled into bed, and the sheets were cold to boot. Still, Nico had never felt warmer than he did when he curled into his boyfriend’s arms and closed his eyes. Will turned onto his side to better wrap himself around the son of Hades, burying his face in dark curls.
“I like when you put your hair up, too,” he murmured. “By the way.”
Nico laughed.
He adored his boyfriend—the dork, the gentle giant, and the lion that had taken him over earlier. They were all Will, and Nico loved every single part of him.
When he fell asleep, it was to fingers running through his hair and lips against his brow, and he knew with utter certainty that he would never have nightmares again.
Not as long as Will Solace was with him.