Fluff! :)
If there was one thing in the world this son of Hades could get rid of, it would be morning.
After the Stoll brothers had stolen Nico's curtains for some prank or another, he had, after several a torturous morning, stolen three of of the filthy cardboard boxes lining the kitchen, and unceremoniously pasted them up against his window. Now, evil glints of light still shined through the cracks between boxes. He threw his arm over his eyes, but sunshine still trickled into his vision. He rolled over, and sweet, dark, relief rolled over him. Nico sighed contently. Nothing could ruin the darkness, except, of course-
"Nico!"
Will.
"Nico!" Will's fist banged on the unstable cabin door, and, receiving no answer, the slight creeeeeaaaaak of the door opening flooded into the zombie-look-alike's ears, despite the several layers of padding, now enforced by clenched fists. Footsteps thudded up to the cot, and as Will leaned over, Nico could feel his breath on the back of his neck.
It smelled like sunshine and sweat.
"Nico, it's time to get up." The latter could almost see Will's cocky grin as he whispered, "Doctor's orders."
"I'm not sick." Will could just barely hear Nico's voice through the cotton mattress. He scratched his chin, like an elder doctor rubbing his beard as he examined his patient.
"Hmmm..."
Nico ignored him.
"Hmmm…."
Nico still ignored him.
"Hmmm…."
Nico held desperately onto the hope that the puckish blonde son of Apollo would leave Nico to go back to sleep. Please. Please. Please please pl-
"Hmmm…."
This was the end of Nico's patience. He threw the covers off of his body, flipped over, and faced Will, eyes burning with silent fury.
"What." He spat the word out like is was lethal dracanae poison.
"I'm afraid you are going to die." Nico would have completely believed that he was going to drop dead, so serious was Will's tone, yet the smallest corner of his lip tugged upward in a mischievous grin. Yet, he decided to see where this would lead.
"Well, is there any cure?"
The grin widened, and the sparkle in Will's eyes intensified.
"Yes."
Their lips made contact, and Nico's protest was smothered, forgotten.
"You'll live."
Once again, Will pressed his lips up against Nico's, but this time gentler, less desperate.
"What was that one for, if I'm not gonna die?"
"Me."
This time it was Nico that made the lunge forward to connect Will's lips with his own.