Solangelo Oneshots

31 (s)

By HectateHufflepuff

Trigger warnings: smut

It wasn't that Nico wasn't used to being drunk. He'd been at college long enough to get pretty smashed a few times, and honestly? He'd had a couple of nights with his trash can beside the head of his bed, because his stomach wouldn't stop churning and his throat was parched and he felt so, so, so sick. So queasy. Never again. Not until the next time, anyway.

It was strange. Nico wasn't all that big into drinking, and he had been even less so before college; but it had been a dorm mate's birthday one weekend, and the dorm had coaxed him into a few more shots than he had been able count. Since then, every now and then, Nico craved the feeling of not feeling- of being aware of your choices, without any regard for the consequences they will bring. You know there's good ideas, and bad ideas, but the only real option is to do the one that's the funniest, that you feel like doing the most at the time. It wasn't being so drunk you were throwing up in sinks and falling asleep outside your door when you couldn't get your key in the lock, because you couldn't stand up or even work out which half of your double vision was the real thing. It was a little bit more than tipsy, so you weren't sober by 1am; but it wasn't too drunk, so you could make it through the night. Nico sometimes liked that in-between feeling.

So that was why, when Nico's dorm mate Jason asked if he wanted a couple of drinks before going to the Stolls' house party- only if Nico wanted to though, it was no problem if not, they'd keep the music down during pre-drinks if Nico wasn't feeling it- Nico said yes.

At college, Will had discovered that medics work hard and play harder. That had been pretty fine by Will. Over the past couple of years, he had grown so close to his coursemates, and they stuck together. Their packed timetable meant they studied together, ate together, revised together, got together, and went out together. Tonight was an exception, though. Cecil, Will's roommate, was in the middle of birthday celebrations because he was now a 21 year old adult, and so Cecil was determining the plans for the evening.

"The Stolls are my mates! We go way back. They might as well be like family, Will! We're going to their party. They'll steal other people's drinks to give to me, and Birthday Boy here will have a great night." Cecil looked pretty smug. "So it's settled. Stoll house party tonight, all the seedy and the suspicious invited."

Will shrugged, unfazed, leaning back on his desk chair. "Sounds like a plan." For a few beats, there was silence, and Will glanced over Cecil smirking.

"What else is a plan, then? What else are you planning on getting up to?" Wiggling his eyebrows, Cecil jumped off his bed just to shoulder-barge Will, then flopped back down again. "Any tall, dark and handsome strangers you have your eye on this time? I'd prefer some warning before I walk in on you again. Even a tie on the door handle, anything!"

Will just rolled his eyes. "You can't embarrass a medic, Cecil. We study every bodily function there is. Sex is no big deal."

"I've noticed," laughed Cecil, wryly. "Either way, I bet it'll be a good night."

The music thrummed so loud, you could feel it deep in your chest. You felt the music better than your heartbeat. Everyone in the building felt the same way. Nico was leaning against the living room doorframe, minding his own business, and quite enjoying it. Whatever concoction Jason had rustled up for him was working a treat- it tasted like a pop Nico couldn't remember the name of anymore, but it was evidently made of stronger stuff by the way it made the room slightly lobsided. Or maybe Nico was lopsided. Who knew? Not Nico. Even for Nico, everyone dancing and laughing was infectious. His old crush Percy was here, and since Nico came out to him- now there was no confusion and secrecy- things between them were much better. He'd had his high-five off Annabeth. Nico hadn't even needed to wee yet. Life was great. Everything was better than he had realised this morning.