Nico was uncomfortable again. Or at least, nervous, Will could tell that much. He kept shifting, and even when they kissed (which still wasn't often, but was thrilling every time), Nico's eyes would immediately drop to the floor afterwards. Now, Will stood by doorframe, watching his boyfriend (boyfriend!!) take his art supplies out of the closet where he'd stored them and set them up again. Nico had absolutely lit up when he'd remembered that he'd get to keep them, cursed with glee, and danced back up to his room for some good old fashioned geeking out.
"Hey, can we talk?" The black haired boy jolted at the sudden voice behind him. He turned around.
"Sure, what about?" Again, Will noticed him glancing at the his face, then at the ground.
"You're not... still uncomfortable around me, right? Like, my touching you and stuff?" Nico scoffed in response, then followed with a grin.
"Of course not, stupid. I thought we were over this."
"Are you sure? Something's not bothering you?"
At this, Nico lifted an arm, planting his hand firmly behind Will's neck to tug him down and kiss him. The feeling made Will's stomach burst with butterflies, and his whole body tingled. "See? No problems, right?" Right. No problems. Nico had just kissed him, how could there be problems?
Then Nico's hand lingered a little too long on Will's cheek, and he remembered why he thought something was wrong to begin with. But first-
"Mmph-!" He had to kiss Nico one more time. He'd never get sick of that, the way the shorter boys pitch black hair looked when his hands ran through it, how the color bloomed in his cheeks, and how he would look at Will afterwards, totally unaware of anything else and with a small, still unbelieving smile, like he felt just so lucky to be there. The way Will saw it, he was the lucky one. Lucky that this boy saw something in him so long ago.
Will broke their lips apart softly. Nico was giving him that look, that adoring look, and he failed to fight a smile by tilting his head away."Okay, okay, now seriously. I know there's something."
Nico scrunched his face up, held his breath for a moment, then sighed. "Yeah, okay. I've been meaning to talk to you anyways. Let's sit." He pulled Will down onto the bed, and they sat facing each other."Um, so, that day.. when you confessed to me.."
"Yeah?"
"...We fought."
"We did."
"We fought because I hit you." Nico brushed his fingers against Will's face again, eyes searching for a trace of the bruise that used to be there. "And that wasn't okay. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."Oh, so that's what had been bothering him. Will let out a soft, teasing smile.
"I hit you too, you know. I knocked you flat on your back." Nico's brow furrowed at this response. "In fact, I really think I may have done more damage to you than you did to me."
"I didn't know this was a competition, Solace." Nico was grinning now, too. Will took his hand in both of his own.
"I'm just trying to tell you, Nico, it wasn't all your fault. That night, I said some things that... I regret. And I'm also really sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that, and I shouldn't have hit you back. So I think maybe we're even." Nico laughed, eyes squeezing shut, and leaned forward, letting his head fall against Will's chest with a thump. "You're so weird. I'm trying to apologize and here you are, one upping me.""Look, all I'm saying is that it was a rough night, and there were a lot of big feelings. It was bound to happen. And I forgive you. As long as next time, you talk to me first, before you explode again like that." Nico pushed his face into Will's chest a little harder, one hand gripping the other boy's thigh for balance, and despite the situation, Will's heart skipped a beat or two at the close, close, contact. "Thank you, Will. You're amazing. And I promise, we'll talk about things now." Will traced a few fingers over Nico's back.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"I promise, too." He gave in and pulled Nico closer, breath hitching as the hand on his thigh slid up to rest on his hip. Nico noticed. "You good?" He mumbled, not moving.
"Y- ah, yeah. Good."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it's just, um. Your hand." Nico pulled away a little to see what he meant, then realized his hand placement and snorted. "Oh, am I making you nervous, Solace?" He slid his hand even further up Will's hip and his fingertips brushed his torso.
"Nervous? No." Will chuckled, clearly nervous.
"Oh, okay. Then this is fine, right?" Nico slid his fingers up Will's shirt a little, ice cold fingertips pressing against his stomach, and Will was sure he couldn't be breathing. Who the hell made this guy so annoying? And so, so attractive? He didn't even realize Nico had him flat on his back until Nico's hair was dusting over his forehead. "Who's knocked who over now, huh?" Nico chuckled, removing his hand from under Will's shirt and raking it through his own hair instead. Will let out a breath- something between relief, adrenaline, and excitement."Oh man, Nico. I seriously love you."
Important A/N for this chapter:
I noticed a lot of you guys saying their fight earlier was toxic behavior or domestic abuse- I just wanna let you guys know that canonically they're both warriors that fight all the time. In this case they both had a lot of high running, heavy emotions going on that they needed to let loose. Also keep in mind that they're both generally pretty tough guys who act on instinct and wanted each other to understand something important, and in this case that meant fighting to get the other person to see what they see. In his determination to talk to Nico, Will lost sight of himself and was about to say something really hurtful and unlike him, so Nico hit him to snap him out of it and it escalated from there. However I admit that it's not a normal and healthy practice in a relationship, but they understand that which is why they were able to talk about it and move on!!
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