Chapter 8: Will

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Warning: Vulgar Language/Slang

                    Slight sexuality

I sighed and pulled Nico's hand towards the pine board stairs. Mom really had to embarrass me in front of Nico. Of course. We headed up the stairs and into a room with a door that had the initials WAS written in gold sparkle marker on a piece of cardboard hanging from a piece of string that was hanging on a nail in the door. That was a mouthful. Anyhoo, the room was painted white inside and had a simple hardwood desk and a queen-sized bed with a rattan frame. There were like, 5 bookshelves inside and the bedsheets were gray and dark blue. Percabeth has reached Austin too, I guess, haha. There was a fluffy white carpet on the stone floor and Nico sat down. I plopped down in a black desk chair and looked at Nico, an expression of embarrassment on both our faces."Sorry about my mom.". Nico smirked and rested his head on my thigh.

"What's there to be sorry about? Your mom is great. I think we'll get along just fine.". I played with Nico's hair for a bit and he shifted so that his head was in between my legs. He held his breath for a second, and then said,"I haven't made out with you in like, a day.". I smiled and moved my hands towards his very existent jawline and neck.

"I see. Is there anything you'd like to do about that?". I stood up and led Nico so that we were facing each other on my bed. Nico looked at me and started crawling to me.

"Yes, there is, actually."

Nico moved so that he was straddling me and he put one hand up my shirt on my waist and the other behind my neck. My hands somehow ended up holding his hot ass and spreading his legs onto me. I moved my hips a little so that we were grinding into each other, and Nico gave out a small moan. I pulled the V-line of his shirt lower, exposing his collar bone. I put my lips to it and starts sucking, making several hickeys along his neck and chest. Nico moaned again and gasped out,"What if your mom comes in?".

I just whispered in his ear,"I locked the door.".

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