A/N: Here we are! Part two in the Tasteless Series.

For all those joining us for the first time, I recommend reading part one but it is not mandatory. You might miss a few references here or there, but it is going to be written as a standalone as well. And for those coming back, welcome! it's time to start this adventure.

Few notes before I start:

-This story is rated M for a reason. I will be putting major trigger warnings when needed, but I don't want to water down any of the language or events that are going to be presented. I have been planning this since about a week into Sour (so since chapter 2) so there's a lot of thought going into this.

-We will be handling some serious topics in this fic (expanding heavily on the themes and conversations brought up in Sour) so be mindful of that as well. I will put a warning before the chapters start, but that's it. I don't want to scare you away, I just want to prepare you for this story. My friend Ryhs (hi bestie) has cursed me out for how this series is planned to go, so I know I'm on the right track.

-This fic is something much different than my other works, and its going to be a ride for all of us. compared to Sour and Side Friend (my first major fic) this is coming out of left field, but this only felt natural in the progression.

-I'll also be jumping around with POVs so it's not gonna be structured similarly to Sour how it was by chapter, hope that clears that up.

But enough warnings, I have been waiting months to write this, and now that it's here, LETS GO!


Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

John 14:27


In the almost year together, Will and Nico experienced a lot of firsts as well as learning a great deal of one another. What side of the bed both preferred to sleep on, (Will - right/Nico - left) the small touches that lingers a bit too long, (inside of the wrist, small of their back, nap of the neck) and just how warm Will could really get, especially when his breath was heavy on his neck.

He could barely think, and that was giving him the benefit of the doubt. The only things Nico could focus on was Will's lips pressing warm and rough kisses to his neck as his hand gripped his thigh. He heard a whimper leave his lips as Will dragged his teeth down his throat, pulling on the blond's thick and unruly hair. Nico was sure he wasn't much better.

It took everything in him to keep the moans that threatened to escape his lips concealed and even more self control to not to buckle his hips up against his boyfriend's.

Will's grasp on his thigh tightened as he pulled, earning a low moan from the blond that only led to more teeth.

Nico fought for his breath, having next to no control over his lungs as he clutched his free hand to the bottom of Will's shirt, needing to feel more skin.

"Nico," Will mumbled, learning a low moan from the man in question.

"Will…"

With a smirk, Will trailed his lips up Nico's jaw line, balancing his weight between his free hand and his knees that he knew all too well were a bit too close to Nico's groan. He hovered ever so slightly above his boyfriend, caring nothing more than wanting to get his mouth on every inch of him.

He met Nico's lips with his own, smiling into the kiss as Nico huffed. Quickly, the kiss deepened. Will's tongue was no stranger to Nico's at this point, and if anything, he had been upset it had taken the blond that long to finally meet his lips. They had originally planned to study, but five minutes into attempting that and it obviously turned into studying one another.

Will bit Nico's lip as he pulled back a little, earning a whine from his boyfriend as his hips buckled upwards. He was desperately searching for any form of friction he could to easy his situation.

Nico released Will's shirt from his grip and tentatively slipped his hand beneath the fabric, tracing Will's abdomen with gentle fingers. He followed the trail of hair up his midriff as he pulled the blond back in for a deeper kiss, tugging at his hair in the process.

Nico was barely aware of the music that played gently in the background. He had a nagging suspicion that Will had turned it on knowing they were not going to be studying. He couldn't care what it was because it was getting drowned out by a mix of panting and moans as Will pressed further.

When Will's hand moved further up, Nico gasped. Will pushed Nico's shirt up and let his fingers explore his torso. Will's hands were ungodly warm and it was always a nice welcome when they trailed his skin.

Will was well versed in Nico's chest. He always had a thing with touch and Nico never objected to it. When they first started dating, Nico had no idea just how handsy Will was until they spent their first time in Will's room alone together. It didn't lead to much, but Nico soon realised just how much he loved Will's hands on him.

Nico's back lifted off the bed as Will's fingers ran over his nipple, earning a breathy moan that was quickly silenced by Will's lips.

"Fuck," Nico said, his voice shaky.

His grip on the blond's waist tightened, knowing damn well there was going to be fingernail marks, but he didn't care. He'd be lucky if he could make it home without the bruises he knew for sure were already forming being seen by his mother. One time was embarrassing enough for him to learn his lesson.

Nico let his grip on Will's hair go as he brought it down to Will's chest, pulling at his shirt, knowing if he tried to speak, nothing audible would really come out.

Will understood what he meant and pushed back, settling his weight on he knees. He smiled as he quickly got rid of his shirt, kneeling over top of Nico as he discarded it somewhere on the floor. He couldn't care where it ended as long as it was off.

Nico inhaled sharply at the sight, mesmerised as Will watched him through hooded eyes. Nico's hands gripped his thighs as he straddled him, itching to put his hands back on him. Smiling, Will slowly leaned back down, a simple necklace being the only thing still on from his waist up.

Running his hands over Will's bare chest was a lot better than fighting with pieces of fabric to get his hands on him. Will never really cared too much about his body, but he had a nice build. It wasn't too muscular, but lean. His muscles rippling under his skin as he shifted, holding himself up by his hands as he pinned Nico back down.

His blond curls framed his face beautifully. Seeing Will above him, Nico couldn't be happier.

"Your turn," Will spoke, his voice low and stern.

Nico swallowed but complied.

Will leaned back again, letting Nico sit up as he was quick to help his boyfriend remove his own shirt. It was such a hassle, but he was determined. Will rested his weight on his knees and the balls of his feet, making sure he had enough balance to not fall over.

Soon, the two of them were both shirtless, merely inches away from one another.

Nico ran his hands up Will's chest, dedicated to memorizing ever inch of his skin. Will grabbed Nico by the chin and gently jerked his head up so he could face him better. With a soft smile, Will kissed him. It was gentle and reserved, but earnest. It wasn't desperate like many of their kisses had been. It was the kind of kiss Nico would always go back to.

But it didn't last long before Will pushed him back. Nico was sprawled out beneath him, his lips red and slightly swollen from use, a few stray bruises littered his neck. He knew his hair was a mess but he couldn't care less.

Will leaned down once more, one hand holding his weight while the other tenderly ran over his cheek.

"You are so beautiful," Nico spoke, his voice barely present.

Will smiled with a huff.

"Says you."

Nico turned his head as he felt his ears grow warmer. Almost a year of dating and he could still barely handle Will's compliments.

The quiet moment didn't last long, though, as Will started peppering his chest in kisses, running his tongue over his skin. Nico gripped his back, trying to find some control as his senses started to go into overdrive.

Will started to favour a spot on Nico's collar bone, earning a few stray moans from the younger man's throat. A pressure was starting to build in Nico's pants and Will's knee being pushed up against him didn't help much either. With each shift, Nico gasped. It was starting to become an issue, and it was an issue Will had taken note of.

Will continued to pepper Nico's neck is sloppy and desperate kisses, it being more of something he did to keep his mouth busy as his hands did the rest of the work.

"Will," Nico moaned, nails digging into Will's shoulders as the blond hummed.

Will shifted as the hand that was not holding him up moved down, tentatively moving towards Nico's hips.

That's where Nico started to panic.

When Will's fingers started to dip below his waist band, Nico was suddenly jolted back to his body. He reached down and grabbed Will's hand, stopping him from going any further.

"Stop, I-" Nico spoke, his voice shaky and desperate.

Will did just that and brought his hand back up. He stopped what he was doing and sat up, giving Nico the space he needed. With a heavy sigh, Will got off of his boyfriend and sat down beside him, giving him the room he needed to sit up.

This is how it always went.

No matter the circumstances surrounding it, Will couldn't get any further than that. The moment he would try and get into Nico's pants, he would freak out and tell him to stop. He always complied, but it was started to become routine.

Nico slowly sat up himself, not able to look Will in the eye. He was pretty sure if he did, Will would have a disappointed look etched into his face.

"I'm sorry," Nico mumbled, the air suddenly become too cold for him being shirtless.

"It's okay," he reassured him, leaning in for a kiss. It was quick and chaste, but it still felt nice.

No matter how much he smiled, Nico could always see the disappointment in Will's eyes. He knew Will wanted to go further than grinding and making out, but something always held him back the moment they got to that point.

Nico watched as Will heaved himself up and went over to grab his shirt that was abandoned not that long ago. Nico followed suit and reached for his own. He gingerly put it on as Will readjusted his hair in the mirror. He wasn't sure why Will was putting so much effort into his appearance after that, but he admired him for it.

When he turned around, he smiled as he tilted his head. It was obvious Will was trying to make him feel better about the situation, but it almost felt hallow. He loved Will, so why was it so hard to give him this one thing?

Nico played with his fingers for a few seconds while Will distracted himself by turning down the music and throwing something away he found on the ground. It was obvious he was trying to advert from the high tension in the room. Neither of them really spoke on why Nico always stopped things from going further.

He was both glad and a bit frightened by that. Glad because Will respected his decision enough to not hound him for sexual favours, but the worry set in as he continued to not bring it up. Nico expected it would have been a point of topic since it had been happening for so long and much more frequent.

But that also was an issue for Nico, as well. As much as he adored Will and loved him for respecting boundaries, Nico was a bit concerned by how many times it had gotten that far recently. He knew Will wanted to – hell, even he wanted to, but something always stopped him. He couldn't pinpoint it, but it was always there, looming in the back of his mind.

Will had needs, he knew that. And Nico felt like he was dropping the ball on this. He was Will's boyfriend, and this was the longest relationship either of them had ever had. It was Nico's first relationship, never mind longest.

Sex was always a point of topic that neither of them spoke about. They always skirted around the topic and only managed to discus it once – months ago.

Nico wasn't sure where they stood, and he worried that if the line wasn't made clear, Will would…

"Hey," Nico spoke up, earning a raised brow from Will who looked on to him with contentment, "isn't your mom playing a show next week?"

Will stopped for a moment and paused.

"Yeah," he huffed, smiling softly, "in Houston."

"Why don't we go?"

Will laughed. Shaking his head, he made his way back to the bed and sat down, staring straight ahead at his boyfriend. He fixed a stray hair before speaking.

"Babe, I hate to break it to you, but we are not currently in Houston."

Nico had to smile at that. He relaxed a bit and fell back onto his arms. Nico made note to memorize how lovely Will looked, his hair a bit in every direction still, lips red and slightly swollen, a growing bruise on his neck he knew he would cover with a sweater or a turtleneck later.

"So?"

"So?" Will repeated, more exasperated. "Nico, we can't just go to Houston."

"Why not?"

"What do you mean why not?"

"It's been a while since you last saw your mom and I haven't seen Naomi in a while, so it makes sense."

"And please, Nico," Will started to stress, "how do you expect us to fly down?"

"Just ask your dad. He'd do it."

"Nico, I am not asking my dad to buy us flight tickets to Texas to see my mom's concert. It's ridiculous, plus, too last minute."

"Oh, he'd do it. You know he would."

Will rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air as Nico just smirked. As much as he was serious, he was also joking, but he loved watching Will squirm. Since they started dating, Nico tried to find every way to get under his boyfriend's skin. It was as easy as pressing a few buttons at this point.

"Enough," Will said, shaking his head as he leaned in and kissed his giggling boyfriend. Nico relaxed into the sudden kiss, all tension melting away as Will's lips were firmly pressed into his own. He felt a warmth encapsulate his entire body.

"Now," Will spoke softly, pulling away, leaving Nico almost leaning in for more, "let's get back to actual studying."

Nico groaned, falling backwards onto Will's bed as the blond just laughed.

…..

Will was in the kitchen trying to make something to eat when his father came home.

Will had driven Nico home a couple hours pervious, listening to his boyfriend complain the entire way about how his mom demanded he be home for family supper. She had offered Will to join them if he wanted, but he politely declined. As much as he loved spending time with his boyfriend, no mentally sane person would willingly sit through a "family dinner" at the di Angelo's. The first time had been enough.

When Will and Nico first started dated, Nico had been terrified for his mother to find out. Will insisted that they didn't have to tell her, but Nico knew it was only a matter of time before she came asking questions. His father he had been fine with it; he simply shrugged his shoulders and said the same rules apply to him as they do with Bianca. Keeping the door open was a lot easier to deal with than how ever his mother would have handled it.

But to Will's surprise, Nico's mother, Maria, handled it with the as much grace as an Italian Catholic women could. She welcomed him with warm arms and loving words. He had been scared at first, but soon relaxed into it.

Nico had been terrified about bringing anyone home in general because it would really solidify the fact that he was gay. The dread he told Will was immeasurable. He worried his mother would ban Will from even coming over, but apparently Will was the loophole.

Nico's theory, he told Will soon after, was that the only reason she was handling it so nicely was because it was Will. Anyone else and she would have made some sly remark about his sexuality.

Will had agreed to have dinner with Nico's family shortly after they had started dating, but one-too-many personal questions later and Will politely declined any future invites to join them. Nico didn't blame him one bit.

So, he leaned on the counter, watching the water boil in his pot, thinking back to the pervious events before Nico left. He loved him, God, did he love him. Will had been in love with Nico for months before they had gotten together, and had to hold back telling him.

The first time he had let it slip was when he was filming some rant Nico was going off about as they were walking home from a rather interesting walk through the small, wooded area near Nico's house.

Will held his phone up to his own face out in front of him, just replying to the nonsense Nico was going on about. Nico swore he saw eyes watching them, not believing when Will told him it was most likely a bunny or something similar. Nico had shaken his head and doubled down.

That's when Will had let it slip. With a soft smile and no intent to actual say it, he told Nico he loved him. The younger man had stopped in his tracks as he looked up at Will who had half-lowered his phone when he realised what he had said.

Nico asked him if he meant it, if he really loved him, his voice small and meek. Will smiled and told him yes. With his head down, Nico started walking again, this time by Will's side. He didn't glance up at the camera like he before, instead he leaned on Will and told him he loved him too with a muffled voice. Will kissed the top of his head and cut the recording. (He did have permission to post it to his TikTok after a heavy make out session once they got back to Nico's place, immortalizing the first time they said "I love you" to one another.)

He loved him; he really did.

But there were times Will worried if just love was enough.

He cared so deeply for Nico, but after times like earlier, he wondered if he was enough. Will never pushed him on his reasoning, that wasn't up to him, but he would be lying if he said it had gotten a little frustrating.

It was happening more and more frequent, and at this point, there was less and less they could do. Before, Will had gotten pretty close before Nico told him to stop. But now… It was like Nico was scared of him touching him, and it was starting to hurt.

He knew they needed to discuss it, but Will never knew how to bring it up. He can't exactly ask his dad about this and he wasn't about to text Piper at college and ask, "Hey Pipes! Just wondering, how do I bring up the conversation about wanting to have sex with my boyfriend but he won't let me touch him anywhere below the belt without him freaking out and stopping every time then turning around and acting like nothing happened? Hope college is going well!"

Instead, he sucked it up and prayed that everything would magically solve itself, even thought he knew it wouldn't be that easy.

Sighing, Will ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it a bit. He had gotten a hair cut recently, but it still fell a bit long.

Will was brought to when he realised his water had started boiling and was starting to spill over the sides.

"Shit," he muttered as he turned the heat down and stumbled around to grab a box of macaroni and cheese. Just as he was about to crack the box open, his dad entered their apartment.

"I'm home," he called out, the sound of keys hitting the table rang.

"In the kitchen."

As he fumbled with the box, finally pouring the noodles into the pot, his father walked through. He had his jacket still on and his hair was wind swept. Even though he looked exhausted, he always had a gleam in his eye that warmed any room he entered.

"How was your day?" Will asked, stirring the noodles.

His father sighed and dropped the rest of his things on the kitchen island, shrugging off his jacket and resting in on the back of the chair.

"Will," he started, earning a smile from his son, "I don't know how I used to do this whole album thing. It's so exhausting."

"Well, you decided to make a come back."

"Yeah, why did you let me do that again?"

Will laughed as his dad ran a hand over his face before going to the fridge.

"We are out of everything, aren't we? I'll make a run to the store tomorrow."

"Just leave me the money and I can do that."

Lester shook his head and pulled out a cooler.

"I'm not making you get groceries. I feel bad enough that I don't cook for you."

"And for that I am grateful."

"Hey," he called, pointing a finger at his son who was innocently stirring the noodles to his mac and cheese, "you love my lasagna."

"I won't fight you there."

They waited in comfortable silence.

Will always had a weird relationship with his father, but he didn't hate it. He knew it came from the fact that Lester had never planned on being a dad, but he did apricate his efforts. Will was never without love from his dad, even if he wasn't always around.

Living with him in New York had been the best idea he had ever had. Will had gotten to meet some of his best friends here, along with his wonderful boyfriend, plus he got to see his dad more. He knew if he had tried to have this sort of relationship with his father when he was younger, it probably wouldn't have turned out so well.

His dad was right, he didn't spend a lot of time with him doing fatherly duties, but the things he did do were more than enough. He gave Will his freedom while still managing to see him enough, and when they did spend time together, it wasn't suffocating. They had easy conversation. It was nice.

"How did the interview go?" Will asked, simply curious. His dad started a chuckle that faded out into a sigh.

"Don't get me started. Listen, your mother? She is the interview expert, that I can tell you. Get that woman into a room full of men asking her question, and she'll have them asking her the questions she wants to answer. But me?" he laughed and took a swig. "One woman got me fighting for my life in there."

"I'm assuming it went well, at least?"

"Oh, yeah. Just… repetitive."

Will nodded.

His dad motioned with his chin, earning Will's wistful eyes.

"How's Nico?" he asked. When he noticed a pause in Will, he continued. "He came over to study?" Lester put on a small tone for the last bit, earning a blush from his son.

"Yeah, he's good. Forced him to finally work on physics homework. Listen, getting him to work on anything math related is like pulling teeth."

"Sounds like someone I know."

"Look," Will said, pointing the ladle at his father he was using to stir the noodles, "I, at least, enjoy it. Nico refuses to even do basic mental math. I love him, but it's like taking a horse to water most times."

"But you always find a way to get him to drink."

"Yeah, by practically drowning him."

Lester laughed and finished off his drink.

"So, get this," Will started, turning his attention back to the pot, the starch turning the water opaque, "Nico was asking about ma's concert coming up."

"The charity show next week?"

"Yeah," Will nodded. "He was talking about how we should go. I had to tell him we aren't exactly in Texas so that'll be a bit hard."

"Well, you haven't seen your mom for a while," Lester pointed out, a soft, effortless smile dawning his lips.

"That's what Nico was saying. So, I asked him how he expected us to get there, right?"

"Mhm." Lester nodded along.

"He said to ask you," Will continued, spooning a noodle out to see how far along they were.

"Do you want to go?"

"Huh?"

Lester repositioned where he was sitting as his son looked back at him with wide eyes.

"Do you want to go see your mother?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he said, inhaling gently as he straightened his back, "it is over spring break so you wouldn't be missing any school and I bet she would love to see you boys again."

"But-"

"Will, you didn't get to go down this Christmas and I know it's been bugging you. Take this time to go see you mom. Bring Nico, show him around. Between the tour coming up and you going away to college, I think this would be the best time to go visit. Do it while you still have the time."

Will bit his lip. He knew he couldn't fight his dad on this one. He was right, this was the best time to fly down and see his mom. He could also go down and bug his old friends, Lou Ellen and Cecil. He knew they would be down for some old fun.

And Nico.

He could show Nico where he grew up. Show him the farm. Will had always wanted to show Nico the house he grew up in and this was the best time. Will was getting ready to go to college, Nico still had no idea what he wanted to do, so before they got separated, this would be the perfect opportunity.

"I'll book the flights right now if you're serious about it." Will thought for a moment before turning the heat off his noodles. They didn't take long to cook and he was impatient. "I can call your mom if you want, or do you want to do it yourself?"

Will shook his head.

"You can do it. I'll go message Nico."

Lester smiled.

"Alright, go finish your mac and cheese and let me deal with this."

Will thanked his dad as he exited the room, leaving Will with his noodles and thoughts. This was best case scenario, what was the worst that could happen?


A/N: First chapter, lets go!

I hope you all enjoyed the start to Bitter. I have so much planned, its exciting. the chapters are going to be a bit long (good for yall, bad for me) so i might have to skip a week or two here or there to keep up, so i apologize ahead of time if that occurs.

Okay, i saw a post on tumblr of someone saying "no beta we die like jason grace" like, i've been using that for months, so i think that shit is funny, but if that was one of yall, u better me or im throwing hands.

Anyways, i love how this is setting up. With Bitter and Sweet fully planned out, you better have been paying attention because there is not a sinlge thing written in this series that's a coincidence. EVERYTHING has a purpose, so please, keep an eye out and let me know ur theories!

Hope you had a good read.

Kitty