Seven days of Social Class

Day 4: my goodness, I am a sex potato

(I rather like the title for once. IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPDATE IVE BEEN HAVING SO MANY COMPLICATIONS WITH MY PHONE and I was writing a cute thing where Nico and will take care of kid and it was so so long and it deleted and I just *smashes everything*. So anyway yeah also I had writers block for a little and I'm lazy by nature. I'm sorry ;-;. On the bright side I have the day off for no reason. Whoop whoop. I've got to take a shower so I will fix all the grammar later. Also I was going to be sad so I changed moods really suddenly, but he will probably finish his monologue later. If u want me too write that idk.)

Nico woke in the Apollo cabin with rose petals on the bed and Will blushing and trying too brush them all off. He kept his eyes softly shut, peering through his eyelashes and keeping himself limp.
Will was taking his time, but he looked tense and kept glancing at Nico too make sure he was asleep. When he turned his back Nico reached his hands out too hover at his sides, letting them pause as he got into a kneeling position. Will heard the covers rustle and started too turn just as Nico grabbed his sides and shouted "BOO!" in his ear. Will screamed and turned, grabbing him and flipping him. Nico tossed him over his head, but Will grabbed his arms and threw him off the bed.
"Ow!" He yelped, lying there. Will blinked and looked over the side too see Nico sprawled there with a cheeky grin on his face. "Sleep well Solace?"
Will was silent for a moment staring, then he chucked a pillow at his face. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE A MURDERER DAM YOU AND YOUR DARK CLOTHES!"
Nico burst out laughing and Will eventually lost his poker face and joined in.
"You're cheery this morning," Will chuckled finally, crossing his arms and resting his chin in them, swinging his legs in the air behind him. Nico opened his mouth and shut it, putting his scowl back over his face. Will pouted. "Stop hiding your smile! It's pretty for gods' sake!"
"P-pretty?" Nico stutters, and Will's cheeks tinge pink.
"Don't go getting a big head though," he says, avoiding confirming it. Nico looks down too hide his smile. "My skull isn't capable of growing," he says. Will snorts and takes his hand too pull him up, then comes off the bed. "I hope you didn't mind sleeping in my bed," he says, enjoying the slight pink that comes too Nico's face.
"You have a nice bed," he mutters.
"Thanks?" He says, grinning as Nico half heartedly rolls his eyes and flicks his hand.
"You know... Ah nevermind." Nico turns too him. "What?"
"No, no, nothing. Want breakfast?"
"What were you going too say?" Nico protests, putting his hands on his hips. Will notices this and his lips twitch.
"What?!" Nico demands, but Will shakes his head, still fighting back a smile as Nico throws his hands up too shoulder level and huffs. "Tell me!"
"Nah," Will replies, a laugh escaping his lips as Nico starts some rant about how impossible he was, slapping his hands together in aggravation. He could tell he didn't know it, but he kept slipping into his Italian accent, and a few Italian words made an appearance between his adopted New York accented words. Will started giggling and sat back on the bed, too Nico's greater annoyance. "CHE COSA?" (Pretty sure that means what, but I don't speak Italian. It's probably out of context but whatever, I know COSA is what) He exclaims and he finally realizes what he's doing, red flushing through his face as he drops his hands too his sides. Will stifles his laughter, but he can't keep the grin off his face. "Don't be embarrassed, little Italian angel." Nico's blush definitely deepened.
"Don't call me that. It's NICO."
"You like my nicknames," Will says, laying back down on the bed. Nico opens his mouth and raises his hands, but he quickly pins them too his sides and checks his accent. "I do not," he says, feeling like his New Yorker accent felt weird now. Will smirks and raises an eyebrow at him. "Maybe I'll call you little Italy," he snickers.
"Maybe you'll fall off a 'little' cliff if you do," Nico shoots back, the scowl almost dropping off his face when Will laughs.
"Oh come on Nico, your Italian stuff is-" he has a little moment of hesitation. "Cute."
"It is not!" He growls. Will pulls him onto the bed with him, ignoring his protests and sitting too face him.
"Oh come on. Use your accent. Go on, do it."
"No," he says shyly.
"Come on, pleaaasseeeeee?"
"I said no."
"Fine then I'll do it," he says. Nico cocks an eyebrow at him as he opens his mouth.
"Mama mia! Justa likea mama makea!" He says, blowing a kiss too nowhere. Nico can't stop the laughter as he bends over holding his stomach. "N-no, just- just no Will," he laughs. Will laughs with him and nudges him. "Then correct me. Please?"
"No," he says still, wiping his eye and stifling giggles. Will pouts. "But mia pasta issa gettin colda!"
Nico cracks up, not sure if he was supposed too find it as hilarious as he did.
"Solace oh miei dèi non ho mai sentito un accento così male," he giggles, then blushes and covers his mouth. "Dammit Will!"
Will let out an exited giggle that he tried to pretend he hadn't. "What did you say?"
"I said 'oh my gods I've never heard an accent that bad'," he says.
"Wow you're mean even in Italian."
Nico grinned. "What else can you say?" Will asked excitedly.
"Uh... What do you want me too say?" He asked timidly.
"Will Solace is the hottest thing in the world," he laughs.
"Will Solace è l'idiota più ridicola mai." Will blushes and Nico bites his lip too keep from laughing.
"Can you speak English in the accent too?"
"Well... Yeah. I try not too."
"Well why not?"
He blushes. "I feel silly. Or like I'm looking for attention."
"Oh shut up with that stuff," Will growls, and even though Nico's gaze was calm, something tugged at the corner of his lips.
"I used too do it a lot, but people would tell me too speak normally. I nearly got beat up for it once. So yeah I stopped using it. I'm a New Yorker now," he mutters, his voice growing bitter. Will's eyes soften a little. "What a stupid reason too start violence."
"They sure had a lot of them."
"What do you mean?" He asks, but Nico's lips were pursed and his eyes were distant. People usually left him alone when he got this way, but Will snapped his fingers in front of his face, staring into his eyes as they came back into focus.
"Wh-huh? Oh. I'm sorry. I zoned out."
"It's okay. But what do you mean?"
"About what?" He asked uncomfortably.
"You said they had a lot of reasons. What reasons?"
"I... I don't want too talk about it," he muttered, staring at the bed. Will's eyes softened further and he came next too him on the bed, leaning down too look into his eyes. "Nico," he said gently, waiting for his black eyes too meet his blue ones before continuing. "You've been so brave. All the wars, you saved us all with no credit, keeping your distance all the time, dealing with the kids who did ignore you, I-" he finds himself actually choking up and blushes. "But you don't need to do that with me. I don't need you too be a hero. The wars are over Nico. It's time you looked after yourself."
Nico drops his gaze, thinking, and glanced back up at his eyes. The electric baby blue had gotten so gentle, little sparkles of light twinkling in the corners, blinking softly into his. Will was leaned slightly towards him, he had gone down too eye level, and he unknowingly bit his bottom lip as he looked at him. He looked so sincere and caring...
"I'll tell you," he said finally, and Will smiled, which made his heart flutter. Nico offered a small smile in return and leaned back against the wall.
"I-it's hard too explain. Do you know what happened too my family?" He asked. Will shook his head. "Only that Bianca is...."
"Gone. Yeah," he said, looking down at his ring with a wistful mist in his eyes. Will waited patiently for him too continue.
"Zeus killed my mother," he said bluntly, and Will sighed. "He killed her trying to get rid of us. My mother died because of me," he says, ignoring Will coming closer on the bed.
"Nico it wasn't yo-"
"I know. That doesn't make it better."
Will pursed his lips and nodded. "Go on."
"When I was at school, I was always different." He pauses, cringing. "This sounds like a chic flick gods help me." Will shuts his mouth over a laugh and nods, although the slight gleam that flashed in his eyes made Nico feel a little better.
"But it's true. I thought I was an orphan. I was Italian, and my English was full of that stupid accent. They tried too beat my mouth 'into shape, so I would stop speaking like a fag'." He snorted viciously, with a bitter light in his eyes that made Will nervous.
"I would have too walk home by myself, and in the little space before boarding school, we lived on our own. Doesn't exactly help hygiene. Or this." He raked his fingers through his fairly long hair.
"I guess I never wanted to cut it anyway. It was just what they said that bothered me. They called me a girl, faggot, bitch, whore, I-" his voice faltered for the first time, but he pushed back Will's comforting hand. "I guess there were some people who tried to be nice, but I was just so scared..."
This time Will picked him up and out him in his lap, ignoring his half-hearted attempts to squirm away. "It's okay. They're not here," he said gently. Nico nodded and took a deep breath. "We went to boarding school. Bianca started... to want to be away from me." His eyes grew desperately sad, and he finally leaned back into Will's warm embrace. "She would stay out of the dorm room. She went out with friends. It... it hurt. I tried to make friends, but technology was so far advanced. I didn't know what the slurs meant, I didn't know what I was supposed to wear, I didn't know where I was supposed to go, and I didn't know what happened to my parents. I didn't even know I had been pulled out of time."
"Oh Nico..."
"This isn't the bad part," he said, giving a sort of miserable bitter laugh. "I'll stop. Thank you for listening. I needed so-"
"Go on Nico," Will insisted softly. Nico turned and looked into his eyes cautiously, and Will's looked gently back into his. He sighed. "Would you mind if I... cu.. Nevermind."
"If you what Nico?"
"Nothing. Should I continue?"
"Nico please."
"If I cuddled you..." He repeats timidly, blushing. "I know I'm too old to be comforted and everyth-"
Will turned him to face him on his lap and pulled him into his chest, gently rubbing his back. He felt the tension in his muscles, especially in his face, and it occurred to him that Nico might want to cry. He planted a very light, gentle kiss on his cheek, watching him turn pink and relax slowly into his arms.
Nico closed his eyes slowly and his lips pulled into a vulnerable pout. "Percy saved me. He was... I mean- nevermind. ... No I don't. W-Will I need to tell you something," he says, his heart starting to skip beats in his chest and burying his face further into his shirt for a second, relishing the comfort he felt he was about to lose. He bit his lip and tried to pull away, but only got as far as trying to get off his lap before Will grabbed his arm.
"Yeah, what is it?"
For a second his fragile confidence faltered. He was tempted to say he was going to cry. To admit he had killed when he was with Reyna. To give full account of the one time he accidentally found a porn website and ran screaming into Bianca's room in the middle of the night and sat there hugging a pillow until she could stop laughing. All options sounded better than this one.
"I'm... I think you call it... gay," he whispered, the last word slipping almost inaudibly from his lips like it was a sin. He quickly looked anywhere but at him, tensing, waiting for the warm palm around his wrist to retract, to be beaten or kicked out or ridiculed or laughed at or- was he laughing?" He slowly looked back at him to see him with his hand over his mouth as he tried not to laugh, soft chuckles heard behind it anyway. Blush seeped through his face. "It's not funny Will.
"I- I know, I'm sorry," he said, and his eyes were still gentle and compassionate, and filled with a bright gleam Nico didn't recognize as hope. He actually looked embarrassed to be laughing, or maybe he was pink for another reason as he lowered his hand and wrapped it around his back, pulling him back into him and cuddling him. "I'm gay too idiot," he laughed.
Nico blushed, although he wasn't sure why, and looked up at him. "You mean you don't hate me?"
"No!" He exclaimed. Nico blinked, trying to process. Will rolled his eyes and tapped his head. "Can you hear me Death Boy? Do I need to prove I'm gay or something?"
"How would you do that?" He asks, still catching up. Will gave him a smirk that sent butterflies racing through him and made him blush, snapping him back to alertness.
"Nevermind! I believe you!" He said quickly. Will snickered.
"Shame, I'm sure you would've liked it, dirty mind." He laughed at the look on Nico's red face. "I swear Solace I will give you a-"
"OKAY THEN I-I'M GOOD THANKS!" Will yelped, blushing too match his color.
"Don't you like lollipops?" Nico asked innocently, a laugh escaping his lips as Will glares. "Zombie brain."
"Too many nicknames," Nico whined. Will just patted his head with a condescending smile. Nico snuggled back into him again.
"I thought you didn't like touch?" Will asked.
"I- I don't," he stuttered. Will rolled his eyes.
"Shut up. You're warm."
He laughed and felt Nico's smile on his skin. "Whatever you say Neeks."
"Thanks Willie."
Will sputtered indignantly at the name and Nico laughed loudly into his chest, shaking a little.
"How... am I... supposed... to finish... if you... make... me laugh..." He panted.
"Awe," he said, ruffling his hair. Nico attempted to give him a dirty look, but Will was just amused by the suppressed smile making his lips twitch. "How about you finish after breakfast? I think laughing is a little new to you. You look a little out of breath," he chuckled.
"I am not," he said, trying not to breathe too heavily. Will grinned. "You know, since our current lesson is on hold until after breakfast, we could always continue an old one... Laugh Nico!"
He started making silly faces, and Nico was beyond mortified too realize it was actually working, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "Did you know Jason sleeps in baby bugs bunny pajamas?" He asked laughing, hearing Nico's laughter start to stutter from his lips.
"Stop- I- hate- my- laugh," he choked.
"I love your laugh," Will retorted, pretending to be the ;P emoji. Nico giggled and clapped his hands over his mouth.
"Nico look!" Will exclaimed, giggling. He struck a generic model pose. "Abercrombie babe," he growled, winking at a non existent camera. "Mamma mia, io sono una patata sesso." Nico cracked up laughing and fell back, his legs around Will's torso and his back on the bed, blushing. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SAID?!" He asked, practically screeching. Will shook his head. "Wait what did I say?"
"I-I'M-" he cut off howling with laughter.
"Shist what did I say?"
Nico shook his head weakly, clutching at his midriff and gasping, shaking with laughter.
"Tell me what I said!"
"I-It's not even funny just the moment-" his voice breaks again after a bit of cracking.
"Nico Di Angelo I swear too gods."
"I- I can't even," he gasps, failing miserably to stop laughing. Will growls and sticks his hand under his shirt, tickling him. Nico squeals and thrashes, his face growing red and tears leaking from the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard. He shakes his head violently, waving for him too stop. Will takes his hands off and waits impatiently until he can breathe again.
"Now tell me!"
"Y-you said-" his voice broke off, a gurgling growl coming from his throat as he tried not to laugh. "I-I'm sorry I'm sorry I-" he broke off giggling again at the look on Will's face and had to force himself to stop, his chest heaving. "M-my goodness, I- I am a s-s-sex potato!" He let out a lamented groan of helpless laughter and sits himself back up, hugging his arms around Will's torso and shaking heavily, loud whining gasps emerging from his laughter as he tried to breathe. Will just turned a bright red, which didn't help matters when Nico looked up at him helplessly only to start another laughing fit.
When he finally had a sufficient breathing rate and had calmed down, tear marks staining his cheeks and tear drops on his shirt, his face flushed red, he gave Will such a radiant smile he couldn't help but smile back.
"Gods freaking dammit Will look what you did to me," he croaked, swiping at his eyes. Will smiled slightly, staring enraptured at him. "I'm kind of enjoying the new look." Nico punched him, choking back a giggle and wondering how they got here from such a bitter monologue.
"Let's go get breakfast, I need a drink. And my dark cloud."
"Oh shut up Death Boy," Will said, picking him up bridal style and carrying him out the door, watching as Nico tried not to giggle again. He questioned whether he should exploit his weakened ecstasy at breakfast as he carried him there.