Will wasn't a big fan of capture the flag in general. He didn't mind the game, but he was a healer, and playing at fighting still meant a lot of bruises and cuts for him to treat afterwards. Every time a game was on, he knew it meant a long night was coming.

Sure, that was preferable to the aftermath of wars (after two of them, plus a few more minor conflicts in the two years since then, Will had become quite experienced on that topic), but after a game, he just wanted to sleep.

But above all, Will didn't like being in defense. He hated the wait, the feeling of not knowing.

And yet, here he stood, in the middle of the woods of Camp Half-Blood, waiting and not knowing where an attack would come from—or when.

A faint noise to Will's right alerted him that something was coming from the bushes, but all he had time to do was turn to face it before the blurry shape of a person came leaping at him, crashing into him and sending him backwards.

Dazed, he returned to his senses to find the smirking face of Nico looking down at him. "Hello, Solace."

Will was pinned on the ground under Nico's weight, and his sword had fallen out of his reach. So he went for the next best weapon, and flashed Nico one of his best smiles. "Hi, Nico. Fancy seeing you there." Wow, that sucked. Why was it only easy to be charming with people he didn't have a massive crush on?

Still, Nico giggled. "Yeah. It's almost like I'm in the opposite team or something."

Will blinked, and realization hit him that yes, Cabin Thirteen was on the other side of the field. For a moment, he'd forgotten about it. He could blame Nico's eyes for that—they were looking at him so intently, so dark, so…hungry.

"So…are you going to do something?" Will's mouth felt awfully dry.

"Hmm…" Nico leaned in closer, practically purring into Will's ear. "I don't know. This isn't so bad, is it?"

Will gulped as Nico shifted his weight on top of him, letting Will see and feel the movement of every single one of Nico's muscles. This isn't so bad indeed—he was already feeling his dick growing hard at the sudden contact. "You're not the one lying on the ground," he weakly protested.

Nico leaned back slightly to look into Will's eyes again. He briefly glanced down, then back up. "Yes, clearly you're uncomfortable here."

Will blushed—of course Nico had noticed. "I—well—um—"

"What do you say?" Nico asked, shifting again—and subtly grinding against Will's lap in a not-so-innocent gesture. "Which game should we play: capture the flag, or…this?"

"Nico—"

His words ended in a strangled cry as Nico ground his hips again, leaning in closer, lips hovering close enough to Will's for him to feel Nico's breath ghosting over his skin. He wanted to close the distance between them, but he was still being pinned down—and besides, this looked too much like one of his many wet dreams to be real. He'd wake up any moment and—

"We got it!" A voice called out from a distance, followed by the noise of people running. Coming from where Will's flag was.

Instantly, Nico was on his knees. "Well, guess that's over. Sorry for the trick," he said, winking at Will as he got up.

Will could barely manage to sit up—and a little awkwardly, with his boner getting in the way. "You—that was just a distraction?" Will had been right—it was too good to be true.

Nico shrugged. "Sorry. We saw you were in defense, so I figured I would take you out easily."

"But—how—"

"You dream too loud sometimes." Will blushed even more deeply—which he hadn't thought possible—but Nico only laughed. "Let me make it up for it. How about a date? One that doesn't involve sneaking my teammates behind your back."