Solangelo Oneshots

32 (s)

By randifrnZ

Trigger warnings: smut

There was a lot of angst when they first became a couple, even though (or maybe because) they became really, really good friends first.

After a few years of secret feelings and intense longing, they began a slow and tender physical relationship, full of stolen kisses and heavy petting.

It was Nico's whole world for a little while, having never dreamed he would be able to have this with anyone, despite the recent years of all his friends telling him they loved him no matter what and that his sexuality changed absolutely nothing because that's just one facet of his whole being and doesn't affect who he was as a person.

Dealing with these feelings brought up a lot of insecurities that Will did not feel at all in himself.

Nico had long since become healthy enough shadow travel, even the long distance to Will's boarding school on the West Coast from his own in DC. He arrived in Will's dormitory at the agreed upon time earlier that evening, when Will's roommate would be out for the night.

As he stepped out of the shadow made by Will's wardrobe, Will jumped out of his desk chair. Nico noted that Will had clearly been sitting around waiting for him and couldn't stop the small smile from tugging at his lips.

Will pulled Nico into a warm embrace, whispering his greetings into the nook of the smaller boy's neck. Nico returned the hug, burying his face in the much taller boy's chest and breathed in the familiar scent of fresh linens, citrus shampoo, and boy.

When they separated, Nico shuffled his feet and shoved his hands into his pockets, noting Will doing the same with his eyes shifting between the floor and Nico's own eyes. In his jacket pocket, Nico found his pretense for this particular visit.

"Oh, yeah," Nico mumbled as he pulled his new deck of cards out and presented them to his boyfriend, in every sense but in name. "Here's the new deck of playing cards I IM'd you about."

Will straightened his shoulders and took the proffered deck from Nico's hand. "Neat, man." He removed the cards from the protective sleeve, half-heartedly shuffling them without actually looking at them. "The one with the horrifically awesome pictures of the gods on the backs." His voice held far less of the enthusiasm than it would have a few months ago if he had been offered a deck of cards with a artist's rendition of his father with his hair parted down the middle and looking jaundiced.

Fortunately, Will's disinterest fell on deaf ears. Nico couldn't listen to anything as he watched Will's lips form those words. Time seemed to move slower as Will spoke in low tones and stared Nico down. Nico's mouth watered. He swallowed and blinked rapidly, trying to regain his focus and string his words together.

"They, uh." Another swallow. "They're pretty terrible. I thought you'd like them. The one for my father is my favorite. His eyes are misshapen and why his mouth is gaping like that is beyond me."

"Totally," Will agreed, nodding his head. Neither boy seemed to notice that this was not a correct response.

"Do you know any good card games?" Nico asked, his voice hinting at something his words didn't.

"Go Fish and War are always classics, but I think I know all the rules to Spit," Will offered, stepping closer to Nico. His eyes never left the other boy's. Nico swore Will was trying to bore his stare into his soul.

"I don't know that one. Do you want to teach me?" Nico took the cards and sleeve from Will's hands, returning the deck into its sleeve and never breaking eye contact.

"Not really," Will whispered as he brought a shaking hand up to Nico's bicep, holding it like an anchor that kept him in reality.

"Okay, good," Nico whispered back with a smile. He tossed the deck towards Will's bed, not really caring if it made it, which it didn't. With his jacket on, Nico couldn't feel the heat of Will's hand on his arm. In that moment to Nico, it was the greatest travesty he could imagine. With more savagery than the situation called for, he ripped his jacket from his body.