Sessolangelo

Picnic (the title sounds way too innocent)

Will burst into Nico's cabin, his golden hair wet and matted, hanging so low over his face Nico wondered how he could see through it. He shut the door against the pouring rain outside and the pattering muffled as Will set down a dry straw basket next too him and wrung his darkened and soaked clothes on the floor.
"Hey Sunshine," Nico says, glancing at the basket.
"Hey Angel," Will mutters, shaking out his hair like a dog. Nico wiped water droplets off his face and set his mythomagic cards under the bed for protection. "Where you been? Don't you know not to go out in the rain?"
"The rain should know not to come down on ME!" He pouts, making Nico scoff.
"What's with the basket?"
"Well before I was so rudely interrupted by the rain, I was coming over to have a picnic with you."
"Well I guess we can't now," he says.
"Actually it's dry! I had Lou charm it."
"Oh hey, you did something smart for once," Nico teases, smirking slightly at Will's pout. "You look like a wet dog. If you want we can have the picnic in here, but only if you go get some dry clothes."
"So demanding," Will jokes, pulling off his shirt and smirking as Nico blushes lightly. "Four years and you're still not over me are you?" He laughs.
"Never will be," he says, smiling as Will beams at him and goes into the bathroom to change the rest of the way. He lays back on the bed and looks at the ceiling until he comes back. When he does it's in loose jeans and shirtless. Nico looks over and stares a bit. "Something you like baby?" Will chuckles, purposely letting his hair flip as he turns to grin at him. Nico looks away until the slight pink fades and gets off the bed; he refused to indulge him. Will snickers knowingly and pulls the covers off the bed, laying it down and sitting down on it.
"Hungry for once?" He asks, pulling Nico down to the blanket.
"Depends on what it is this time," he says. Will pulls out a plate of spaghetti and Nico smiles immediately. Will grins proudly.
"Riazzi de la panziniera!"
Nico looks utterly bewildered and Will laughs. "Don't worry, I don't know what I'm saying either."
He grins and takes a fork, then pauses. "Wait, where's yours?"
"You're staring at it," he laughs. They eat most of he plate until Will stops him with a hand on his shoulder. Nico raises an eyebrow at him.
"Lady and the Tramp style," he says, moving closer. Nico shakes his head as Will picks up a strand of spaghetti and puts it between his lips.
"I'm not doing this."
"I'm sorry, is this not good enough for the ghost king?" He scoffs, unperturbed.
"It's stupid."
"It's cute. Doctors' Orders."
"Four years," Nico sighs. It hits him then how long it had been. Four long years of being together again. Even if only three of them had been them dating. Not that he was counting or anything. Will had gotten so much taller, but now so had Nico. He still didn't quite reach Will's level however, which Will was quite happy to point out whenever he could. He would often respond by shoving something in his face, or prodding that little sensitive spot he knew Will had on his lower back and watching him blush and stutter as he glared. He starts to flash back to birthday parties and nights on the beach when he feels fingers prodding at his waist and making him giggle. He looks up too see Will, watching him expectantly and grinning as he takes his hands back from the ticklish place. Nico sighs. "Doctors' Orders," he says, taking a strand and putting it between his lips. "You know this never works in real life right?"
"Don't be a buzzkill," Will says, starting to suck the strand into his mouth and pulling closer so it wouldn't snap. Nico rolls his eyes and starts moving forward as well, expertly. They continue like this for a few moments. Nico eventually sticks out his tongue to show the spaghettiI neatly tied into a knot on it. Will glances at his tongue and would've bit his lip if there wasn't spaghetti between it.
"That doesn't count," he says. "It has too be a cherry stem."
"Are you saying I'm not a good kisser?" Nico asks challengingly. Will meets his eyes with the same look.
"Well then let's get too the end of this spaghetti so I can prove you wrong," Nico growls seductively, smiling as pink rises in Will's face. They continue forward until the strand rises out of the spaghetti mass. "Doesn't work in real life huh?"
Nico shrugs and they continue until they're staring into each other's eyes, both of them blushing in spite of themselves and butterflies fluttering in their stomachs. Nico loved that even after four years he still got nervous around him, still got the skeletal butterflies, still teased and laughed like idiots at child's films. His eyes start to sparkle without moonlight, and Will's shine without sunshine.
Their foreheads come together and Nico closes his eyes, sighing peacefully. He feels Will's warm lips brushing against his own and leans forward, pressing his lips against his. They kiss softly, and Will tilts his head to allow him better access. Nico runs his tongue over Will's bottom lip and hears a soft purr. He licks it again and Will purrs again, parting his lips. Nico slips his tongue between the gap and Will meets it with his. They open their mouths fully and their tongues push against each other until Nico's wins out, his tongue exploring Will's mouth. He purrs continually, but eventually he leans into Nico, as if too remind him who's in charge. Nico brings his hand around too his back and feels Will's lips grow warmer, but before he can guide it too the spot Will puts his hand between his shoulderblades and rubs his fingers on the sensitive skin, his tongue finding it's way over Nico's as he takes over the kiss. Before Nico really knows what's happening he's purring instead, little electric shocks being sent through his body at every touch of Will's fingers between his shoulderblades, even with the shirt. He shivers and Will's fingers dip into a sensitive spot, making Nico tense and moan softly. Will pulls away a few centimeters apart, a small string of their saliva between their lips. Nico brushes his thumb over Will's lips, breaking it.
"Nico," Will whispers, slightly out of breath. "I love you..."