Solangelo Oneshots

43 (s)

By Malkuthe

Trigger warnings: smut :)

Nico tapped his fingers on the surface of the kitchen table. The rapping of his fingernails on the solid wood helped soothe the nervousness and apprehension that were tied in a tight knot in the pit of his stomach.

The frilly lace underwear that Nico had managed to snag from a rack at Victoria's Secret, from right under the nose of a woman that looked like she was prepared to kill for the pair, was starting to ride up the crack of his ass. As much as he liked wearing the article of clothing, he was beginning to wonder if it had really been worth getting nearly murdered by that woman's glare.

Nico reached down and adjusted his underwear. He did not take it out of the cleft of his ass, but made sure it wasn't as uncomfortable. Gods knew Will liked seeing the lace cling to every inch of his flesh.

Nico bit his lower lip to prevent a groan at the thought of Will's face all flustered and aroused. Thankfully, the unwanted memory of his experience at the register as he bought the panties prevented him from getting hard himself. He remembered the way that the woman at the counter had taken one look at him, had bitten her lower lip, and had winked at him.

Nico shuddered. The memory was quite vivid. He remembered the way that she grabbed his receipt as it was printed—before he could reach for it—and started scrawling something on the back. When the epiphany that she had been totally flirting with him had struck, he had shadow-travelled away, utterly and totally embarrassed.

Nico looked down at his hands and realized that he had stopped tapping his fingers on the table. Instead, he was twisting one of his rings in nervousness.

Long ago—seemingly forever ago, now—Nico would have likely been twisting his silver skull ring in apprehension. Ever since he'd spoken his vows, though, he had taken to twisting a gold-and-platinum band instead. The wedding ring he wore right next to his skull ring symbolized five of the happiest years of his life.

Nico was mulling in his thoughts when he heard the creaking of hinges that announced his husband's arrival. He heard a soft thud of a backpack hitting the floor, and then he heard the downright musical voice of Will Solace calling out to him. "Nico!" said Will, a strange giddy note to his voice, "Nico!"

Nico found himself rather intrigued by the sound of enthusiasm on Will's voice. He was curious what had brought it about. He elected to remain motionless on his seat as he heard a second thud that was certainly Will falling back on the couch.

"Nico!" said Will, calling Nico's name out a third time. It seemed as though Will's enthusiasm had not faltered one bit. There was a hint of concern, but it was rather faint. Nico decided that he had probably waited long enough. He did not want Will to worry unnecessarily on this day in particular. It was his birthday, after all.

Nico wrapped a conveniently close-by towel around his waist. He rolled down the top so that it wouldn't fall off. He walked over to the oven and turned it to a reasonably lower temperature.

Nico didn't want to overcook the dinner he had been cooking for pretty much the whole night. What he did want, was to have his merry way with one William Solace, who seemed to be looking forward to the night, as well.

A smirk twisted the corners of Nico's lips as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He combed his fingers through his jet-black hair, tousling it back away from his face. As he walked, he flicked the single quarter-inch-thick hoop of silver looped around the lobe of his left ear and smiled at the sound.

Nico could not help but smirk again at the sight of Will, sitting up like an excited little kid on crack on the sofa. "Welcome home," drawled Nico, in the headiest, most sultry voice he could manage, "...handsome."