There are three specific things Hazel enjoys the most about her time in the mortal world: horses, animation, and parties. The fascination of the latter is purely directed toward another kind of party. Hazel does not worry about the Christmas parties or the casual Thanksgiving dinners; those were Annabeth and Jason's babies, respectively. No, Hazel worries about something she considers more demanding. It is not during the holiday season that Hazel frets over decorations, the invitation lists and the menus. Nor does she fuss about transportation methods, closed supermarkets, and the inevitable clogging of the toilet due to someone's irritable bowel syndrome. Oh no, there is only one event that turns the calm and rational daughter of Pluto into a dissolved mess of tears and aggravation. Hazel yells when the place mats are dirty, paces when her guests are late, and cries when her dessert is lumpy compared to smooth. It is the one time everyone makes themselves scarce two weeks ahead of time—the monthly Seven and Friends Reunion. So is should not be a surprise when the party comes up at the end of the month. If anything, he should have known in advance, but between all the excitement and stress, Nico forgot. So Nico should not be surprised when his sister calls him for a favor, except he is. He is very surprised.
The morning starts with wet open mouth kisses to his vertebrae. It's something Will likes to call pre-round four but Nico could care less. The sun is hovering high in the sky, and only the warmth of his boyfriend, the comfort of the bed, and the knowledge that it is Sunday makes the son of Hades stay in bed. The kisses get lowed to the middle of his back and Nico squirms, stopping all of Will's romantic endeavors and wrapping a pale leg around his lover's waist. Will's chest is even warmer against Nico's face and he cannot help himself as Nico tucks himself deeper in his boyfriend's embrace, trying to stay as small as possible. Despite what he emphatically claims, the son of Hades relishes being the little spoon of the relationship, giving his trust to another person. His latest growth spurt caused some spooning awkwardness and he can only be thankful that Will is just shy of being Frank's height. To make matters worse, Will has been working hard in medical school, leaving less time for him to wine and dine his demigod lover before taking him to bed. So, do not hate Nico if he admits, blushing, that he enjoyed the Broadway play, the fancy dinner at the restaurant, and passionate steamy romance from the night before. In order to avoid parting from his blissful morning, the demigod rolls himself into his lover's arms and falls into a peaceful slumber. Or tries to once the screams start.
At first, Nico believes he is caught in a dream. Loud screams echo across the room, but somehow Will and he managed to ignore it and continue sleeping. Then, the shrill ring of Jersey Boys echoes from Nico's smartphone and said demigod swallows a groan. It is a Sunday, a blissful Sunday, and he refuses to wake for any godforsaken thing. His boyfriend is only partially asleep, but his mouth is moving against his collarbone. The groggy teen glares at his cellphone for interrupting the sleepy kisses he enjoys reaping on mornings like this. Nico reaches over to take it, takes one look at the time, and explodes. When he reflects on it later, Nico feels he had every right to be beyond pissed. The noisy shriek of 'Shirley Baby' plays once more before Nico answers it with an angry and tired disposition.
"What the absolute fuck are you calling me for at 10 fucking a.m. in the goddamn morning? Do YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS HERE?" His voice raises toward the end and Will blearily looks at him, giving him the evil eye as he pulls Nico closer by the waist.
"Babe, you need to chill." He mutters against his neck and Nico fights the urge to squeal as those hands make small patterns against his ribs, traitorous tingles trailing through his body. He needs to sound threatening.
Nico puts the phone next to his chest. "I am trying to be intimidating right now William."
"Stop channeling your father," Is the only smart response as the son of Apollo pays no heed to his intentions, only making more twirling patterns with his fingers. As Nico puts the phone back to his ear, all he can hear is raucous laughter erupting from the other end. Nico pulls the phone away puzzled and waits as the laughing calms down and he hears a familiar hiccupping sound. Well, shit. He knows that sound.
"Well, I find it odd that you are still in bed at 10:45 in the morning. Don't you usually go somewhere?" Reyna asks on the other end and Nico sighs. He is going to pay for this when he sees her again.
"It's the weekend." He huffs. "I do not wake before twelve in the afternoon." He plops back onto the soft pillows.
"Well, I decided to call you before Hazel tries to talk to you again. She is a little traumatized at what she saw this morning. Which is? " Nico groggily raises an eyebrow until he remembers the screams and groans pathetically.
"I thought that was a dream."
"You dreamt that you mooned your sister."
"No, I heard screaming and thought it was a dream. I was spooning. No sex, I promise,"
"Good then. I'm going to tell her it is safe to talk." There is some shuffling in the background and laughing.
"Hi Nico," Hazel says shyly from the other end.
"I'm so sorry I cussed you out. And that you watched me cuddle with my boyfriend." He sighs.
"It's okay. I just kind of wanted to see your face while you were screaming. I'd imagine it would be red and blotchy." She giggles. "In all honesty, I was calling to see if you would come by today."
At this point, Nico is trying, really trying to pay attention to his little sister. Will's hands are drifting over ribs and trailing over the lower plains of his stomach and his mouth is pressed to his stomach. He really needs to set parameters for both phone conversations and sexy times. One has to take priority.
"Really," Nico's breath hitches without permission as Will's left hand brushes over the sensitive portion of his foot. "I did not know we had something planned for today." At the end of his sentence, his voice is cracking, Will is massaging his foot, and he does not want this morning to end.
"Nico, are you okay? Do I need to call back later?" Hazel sounds suspicious and cautious, and the mix is not good.
"No of course not." He bats Will's head away from his skin and motions to his phone. The son of Apollo pouts but grins as he sets his sights on Nico's hairless legs and Nico lets out a low moan at the new sensation.
"Well, I need your help for the party this afternoon." Nico freezes and Will looks at him concerned, removing teeth from his thigh and mouths "What's wrong".
"I thought your party was next week." He tries to sound amicable, but the thought of Hazel's parties scare him beyond measure. There are dangerous quests, life-ending decisions, and then there are the experiences when your sister threatens to set you on fire and send you to the grave for icing the cake before it fully cools. Will pulls back immediately, horror apparent on his face and Nico has the strongest urge to mirror his expression.
"No, silly. It's this week. And I need you to help me cook. You're the only one I trust with something this important and Frank is going to a meeting and I need your help, please." Nico can only imagine his sister pleading. Her eyes wide, hopeful and innocent, bottom lip quivering with unspoken pleas and he melts.
"Fine," He concedes. "What time do I need to come by?"
"Around 3." She hums. "Oh, and bring Solace. I need to have a talk with the guy sleeping naked with my brother."
Hazel hangs up and Nico groans. So much for his good Sunday.