Solangelo Oneshots

40 (s)

By buoyantsaturn

Trigger warnings: smut

Will was already cranky and exhausted, and he'd just barely left his apartment that afternoon. He'd been late to the studio that morning for back to back meetings with PR teams and executives and a bunch of random people in suits that Will wouldn't have been able to point out in a lineup. He'd thought he would have time for a nap before he was supposed to be at Nico's that evening to keep working on his album, but after he realized that he'd snoozed his alarm four times in his sleep, he regretted the decision altogether. He even almost forgot to bring his chicken scratch lyric sheets on his way out the door, still so groggy that his brain wasn't functioning right.

He was just so tired, and a part of him wanted to give up on this whole dream of becoming a real musician, but he couldn't let himself stop yet. The way he saw it, putting up with Nico was his last big hurdle before the rock star life would turn from choppy waters into smooth sailing.

He'd narrowly missed his bus, and while he sat in the last open seat, he struggled to find something productive to do on his phone. No texts or emails that needed to be answered, and if he opened up one of his three games, he would probably get distracted enough to miss his stop, so he started going through files instead, deleting unnecessary pictures and PDFs.

Will opened up one document that he'd almost entirely forgotten about. It was a lyric sheet for the song that he'd recorded harmonies on a few weeks back. At the time, he'd been hoping that quickly producing perfect harmonies would prove to Nico that he was competent and was perfectly capable of writing his own songs, but Nico only seemed to go harder on him after that. Maybe it was because Nico knew Will was competent that he knew he could push Will farther.

Well, Will was just about at his limit.

His thumb moved to delete the file, but his eye caught on something at the top of the screen - just beneath the song name, a single contributor was listed: Nico di Angelo.

Will frowned down at the screen. He remembered Nico saying that he'd written the song for one of his bands, but had he really been the sole writer? And was that why Nico was always insisting on revising Will's songs for him, so that he could be credited as a writer on each of Will's songs as well? Was Will even going to get top billing for his own songs, if Nico kept tearing them apart the way he'd been doing so far? He was probably changing them from Will's originals just enough that he would get paid more than Will for each song - he probably didn't even care about the music. He was just in it for the money!

When he got off the bus, Will stormed over to Nico's house, not even bothering to knock like the last few times, since he knew Nico was expecting him. He went straight for the basement, only pausing outside the studio door, which he pressed his ear to for a second to make sure that Nico wasn't actively recording something before he pushed his way inside - he didn't need to give Nico any other reasons to hate him, not that he really understood why Nico hated him so much in the first place.

"Hey," Will said as soon as he spotted Nico, sitting in the room's one chair with a guitar on his lap as he tuned its strings. "I have a question for you."

"Hello to you, too," Nico said gruffly, and he plucked the high E string a few more times before he was apparently satisfied with the tuning. "You're late," he added as he got to his feet and returned the guitar to its stand.

"Meetings," Will replied as his excuse, and then marched over to shove his phone under Nico's nose. "You wrote this song, right?"

Nico's eyes flickered between the phone's screen and Will's face, one eyebrow cocked as if he was trying to hold back from telling Will that he was the dumbest person alive. "I already told you that, and my name is right there on the sheet."