Keyword: snowed in
"It's coming down hard out there," said Will, swishing a pot on the stove around. Nico grunted from the living room, where he was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, so only his eyes were showing. "I'd think Nico 'Son of Death' di Angelo would have more tolerance for cold," yelled Will. His eyes were not on Nico, but on the window. Outside the snow was coming down in silent thick chunks out of the sky onto the already white ground.
Nico grunted again, pulling the blanket up higher, so it was over his entire body. "Dead people have no body heat," he yelled in reply, his words muffled by the comforter pulled up over his head. "If you don't come out you can't have cocoa," said Will, a steaming mug in each hand. "How are you so wonderful?" muttered Nico, pulling down the blanket revealing a rare smile.
Nico always made Will laugh. Nico delivered his jokes in such a deadpan way that you could rarely tell if he was joking or being serious. But this wasn't a joke, his brown eyes earnest and his mouth wide with a grin. Will plopped down next to Nico, sitting on his feet. "Do you want to watch a movie?" said Will, his hand on Nico's knee. "Looks like we're going to be here for a while. The roads aren't plowed,"
"Weather is boring," muttered Nico. He pulled away from the hand on his knee, his eyes traveling to the floor. "Nico, look at me," said Will, pulling Nico's eyes up with his words. "What is it?" Nico looked back down at the floor. Will went to grab his hands. They were starting to turn into mist, as they did when he was anxious or frightened. "Nico, stop it, drink your cocoa, stop it, please. your body can't handle it,"
"Will, I-"
"Stop, just focus on being here, in the moment- with," He had almost said "with me." but he was afraid that would set Nico off more. Nico inhaled, exhaled, and inhaled again. His hands began to re-form, turning back into his own small pale ones. Will pictured them in his own tan hands, his thumb rubbing Nico's palm. But that had never happened. Whenever Will touched Nico, his hands and feet began to turn into death mist.
"Will," said Nico, the word tumbling out of his mouth like a last resort. Like that's what he wanted his last word to be. Will melted inside, the pale helpless boy in front of him leaving him with the strongest urge to kiss him.
"Will," said Nico again, the single syllable seeming like a sonnet in his mouth. "Will, I-"
"Can I kiss you?" interrupted Will, catching Nico's eyes with his own green ones. Nico looked away, and then back, his face bright with amazement. They locked eyes, brown and green mixing to make a color beyond imagination. Time seemed to slow down, their thoughts moving like molasses through their minds. The clock ticked impossibly slow. It was so silent in the room that you could hear the snow falling outside. The enchantment broke as Nico leaned in to put his lips to Will's, his whole body leaning into the kiss like it was his lifeline. Like the kiss was the only thing keeping him tied to the earth. Will put his hands on Nico's lower back, one hand traveling upwards to tangle in his dark hair. Nico's arms wrapped around Will's broad chest. Just as he leaned in to make the kiss deeper, Will pulled away. "Do you want to get coffee tomorrow?"
"We're snowed in, remember?" said Nico, drawing a smile onto Will's face with ease, and leaning back in for another kiss.