AN: A small, fluffy chapter about Will and Nico.
Time: Honestly, whoever pays attention to these anymore?
Nico's eyes fluttered open to the sounds of New York traffic outside his window.
Nothing ever changed in the Big Apple, and maybe he liked it that way. To know that he could wake up every day, go about the same routine, and hug and kiss his boyfriend regardless of the weather or what time of the day it was.
Wake up, do nothing, cuddle and go off to sleep at the end of the day.
Here, Nico was his own master. He could wake up whenever he wanted, he could go to sleep whenever he wanted. There was no one to order him around, no one to maintain a strict sense of routine.
It was what he had been used to all his life.
But now, that independence was devoid of worry or anxiety, for his own life, for Percy's life, for their friends, or regret and crippling depression for his sister's death. There was no worry for his boyfriend's well-being, despite all the dangers that constantly surrounded them, now they were immortal, and they loved each other.
This was, but just the beginning of a beautiful eternity together, full of promise, of content and adventure around the world, all at their own pace. No danger of anything, lazy evenings spent roaming around the city or tattooing strangers, drawing beautiful pictures that spoke a thousand words, in dark ink on skin.
Nico rubbed his eyes, stretching to get rid of the kinks in his body. The blinds were drawn, but the otherwise dark room was illuminated by the gilded sunlight visible through the curtains.
He drew the sheets closer around himself, feeling the slight cold of the morning air sting his pale, flawless skin, reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed.
But eventually, he did leave the bed, however reluctantly, cursing Will for leaving him alone in the cold bed. If there was anything that he disliked about Will, it was that he was a morning lark, the epitome of Apollo's, or, well, Asteria's child, who always got up with the morning sun.
He meandered his way through the small, humble apartment they had on top of their tattoo parlour, enjoying the feeling of the morning, listening to the welcome, wholesome chaos that was omnipresent in their household, a warm, fuzzy blanket wrapped around his shoulders, its bottom trailing along the floor thanks to Nico's short height.
"Come on, Bianca." Nico listened to Will whistling to their beautiful, grey-furred cat, trying to coax her into having breakfast.
Sometimes, it was problematic how attached the cat was to him, to the extent that it even refused food from Will.
Will's efforts were met with an aggressive hiss whenever he got close to her, making the son of Asteria withdraw in fear of bodily harm, the memories of the last time he had done anything that was not to the moody Bianca's liking, fresh in his mind.
He felt arms wrap around him from behind, as the shorter Nico nuzzled his face between his shoulder blades.
Bianca seemed pissed off as she saw Nico, hissing loudly as she jumped off the table, landing nimbly on her feet, silent on the wooden floor, clawing at the blanket Nico had wrapped around himself, a silent rebuke for waking up so late.
Nico laughed at her demand for his attention, leaning down to scoop her up in his arms.
She wasn't having any of it, however, as she meowed loudly, expressing her discontent with the son of Hades and demanding food, pawing at him, threatening him with her claws, which wouldn't remain sheathed for too long.
"Alright, you fluff demon, I'm sorry for being late. Here, have breakfast." He cooed at her, not having the courage to touch her when she was in this mood, as he walked over to her bowl, full of cat food, just how she liked it.
"She still doesn't like me." Will lamented as he watched Nico peacefully get her to eat her food with minimal hissing and snarling and scratching. "On a completely different note, do you want pancakes?"
"I would absolutely love pancakes." Nico agreed, returning to his boyfriend as he hugged him, pressing his soft lips to Will's in a gentle, chaste kiss, his fingers entangling in Will's messy, golden blonde hair.
Will's arms wrapped unconsciously around Nico's waist as they shared a moment of passion, before he pulled away, however reluctantly.
"If you keep doing that, I'm not sure I can restrain myself from bending you over that counter there." He whispered against Nico's lips, his voice husky and deep.
Will enjoyed seeing the lustful haze that clouded his boyfriend's dark brown eyes, and feeling him shiver against his skin, their bodies moulding together as if tailor-made for each other.
"I don't see anything stopping you," Nico whispered back, his voice betraying his arousal and excitement at his smoking hot dominant's deep, husky morning voice.
Will's jaw dropped along with the blanket Nico was holding, his azure eyes roaming over the exposed figure of the son of Hades.
"Going around like that, no wonder you feel so cold all the time, love." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, even as he greedily devoured Nico's practically naked form, which had been hidden for so long under the blanket.
His body was slim, short and lithe, perfect for his submissive. His form was without an ounce of fat, with toned six-pack abs, prominent obliques and prominent hip bones that led to a tantalizing reward hidden beneath. Toned arms that Will just loved restraining behind Nico's back, a slim waist that he loved holding on to. His eyes lingered on Nico's swollen, pink lips and the purple hickey on his chiselled jawline from last night.
He raised his eyes, meeting Nico's excited dark brown, half shadowed by his messy, shaggy hair. A gentle golden blush dusted his cheeks, his flawless porcelain skin glistening in the air.
And on top of it all, making his dick throb powerfully in his pants, Nico was wearing his oversized boxers, which hung loosely around his slim waist, his erection visible through the grey fabric.
Will felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips as he held on to Nico's waist, feeling his boyfriend's warmth as he pressed up against him, his lust visible in his dark brown eyes.
Will leaned down, pressing his lips softly to Nico's in a chaste kiss, his fingers entangling in his messy black hair as their lips moulded together, their tongues battling for dominance, Nico's shorter frame fitting perfectly into his. Nico raised his leg, wrapping it around Will's hips to trap him, his arms wrapped around his chest as he pressed himself needily against his boyfriend, kissing him passionately, restless and impatient until he could strip the son of Asteria's clothes off his back and feel his warm naked skin against his.
"I think you should check on me some more, Doc," Nico whispered against his lips, smiling lightly, his eyes shining playfully.
Will watched him intently, his azure eyes burning passionately as he hungrily devoured his boyfriend's bright smile, a far cry from his usual gloomy, broody goth disposition. He had seen Nico embarrassed and shy many times before, he blushed every time he was around Percy, but Will took pride in the fact that he was the only one who could do effortlessly draw Nico's bright smile from his delicious lips.
He tugged Nico closer, holding him tightly.
"My my, Doctor. You have such nice muscles." Nico's husky voice made his cock throb, as his nimble fingers ghosted across his biceps, making him involuntary flex, much to his boyfriend's delight.
Will debated internally what his next move should be, battling passion with self-control and the constant reminder that they wouldn't be able to get anything done that day if he succumbed now to Nico's devilishly seductive charms and allow himself to be led to their bed.
In the end, as was the wont with all cats, Bianca had to make the decision for her family, shaking her head exasperatedly and meowing loudly to separate the tooth rottingly affectionate couple. They were disturbing her breakfast.
Will laughed at the annoyed look on Nico's face, "Oh, shut up, sis. I'm having some fun here!"
"Welp, you gotta listen to your elder sister, Nico. No sex for you this morning. Go and put on something. We have to go get groceries before we open up shop." Will smiled, pushing him away before he returned to the pancake mix that had been forgotten on the counter.
"Six pancakes for me," Nico called out from the corridor, heading back to the bedroom to hunt for his clothes.
"Drowned in maple syrup, I know." Will called back, smiling to himself as he hummed 'Walking on a Dream' as he worked on breakfast. (Special thanks to 7JonasD7 for providing me with a song suitable for Will.)
Will listened to the sizzling sound of the pancakes on the pan, smiling to himself as he leaned against the counter, taking a moment to himself, and reflecting on what he was feeling, a bit overwhelmed, making him feel like his heart was about to burst.
He watched Bianca lazily playing with the last bits of food in her bowl, listening to the sounds of the daily New York traffic outside the window, bathing in the gentle sunlight, his mother's blessing for the entire world.
There was a different charm to living in such a world, full of laziness, when days didn't start until midday, and watch everyone else scurry about, off to race to their own lives. It gave them a strange sense of comfort, like they were the only ones in the entire world. They were literally gods among men.
Will sighed, listening to Nico moving about in their bedroom, a content smile playing on his lips.
"Can we get Sugar Loops?" Nico called out, holding a shouted conversation with his boyfriend.
"In that case, I want hot sauce and Taco Bell on the way back." Will shot back, almost able to feel his grimace at the thought of Taco Bell.
"Only if we can marathon Avengers this afternoon."
"And listen to you crying again for two hours straight? I want to be able to open shop today, just yesterday, Hank, the one at the bar round the corner, was asking me if we were ill. We haven't opened in the last week, at all."
Nico's head popped out of the door to the kitchen, his cheeks puffed in annoyance.
"I'm just having a slow few weeks, alright?! Tell Hank he can go fuck his AIDS-riddled girlfriend, I don't give two fucks. And I won't cry this time, I promise!" His voice was heated, as he shot a pleading look towards Will.
"You said that last time as well."
"Meow."
Of course, as always, Bianca had to have the last say in everything.
"Yeah, you tell him, Bianca!" Will sighed at his boyfriend and cat, seeing no other option but to yield. "Fine, I'm outnumbered. We will watch Avengers this afternoon. Just let me add two more boxes of tissue paper to the grocery list."
Nevertheless, a smile played on Will's lips as he watched Nico dart into the kitchen, shirtless, to play with Bianca, only to withdraw with a loud yelp at the warning hiss.
It went without saying, these were the days, the best in Will's twenty-six years of life.
"Meow."
And of course, as always, the cat has to have the last say in everything.
"Meow!"
AN: I planned a lot for this chapter, but ultimately kept it short. This is just a sweet, meaningless filler, I guess. Well, the entire book's now nothing but smut and filler, but eh, people still seem to like this.
If you want, and if you haven't yet, go check out my major project right now, 'A Darker Shade of Magic'. Danke!
Keep calm and headbang!