Solangelo One Shots (fluff)

Story LIV

Nico gripped Will's hair tightly between his fingers as the blond placed kisses down his throat. Nico tilted his head up, breathing heavily. He felt a hand land under his shirt and it felt like flames on his skin.

Nico grimaced. It wasn't the good kind of flames. It was too hot, too much, he felt uncomfortable and gross.

Will wasn't doing anything wrong, no, he was doing what Nico said he could do. They had been in a relationship for a while and they agreed they were ready for the next step.

But when Will's hand wandered down to fiddle at Nico's belt, Nico's eyes snapped open and he jerked back, out of Will's grip.

"Sorry," he said rapidly. "Sorry, Will, I'm sorry, I just—I'm sorry I know we—" he felt disgusting and his skin crawled. He moved further away from his boyfriend and shrunk in on himself. What was wrong with him? He loved when they kissed, he loved when they cuddled and touched, but the moment Will's hand went to his pants, he freaked out. Not a nervous freak out, but a, I feel like ripping my skin off and sick to my stomach, feeling. He felt tears prickle his eyes.

"Nico," Will said in a tone so soft it made Nico feel even more guilty. He felt the bed shift and a gentle hand landed on his shoulder. "Look at me, Nico,"

Nico didn't want to. Didn't want to see the disappointment or confusion or anger in his eyes. He really didn't. But Will's hand moved to his chin and pulled his head out of his arms to look up. He was met by the loving gaze of his boyfriend. Nothing less, nothing more. Just Will.

"M' sorry," Nico whispered again, feeling guilt coil around his heart.

Will cocked his head and pulled the smaller boy to his chest. A simple hug. Nico practically melted. "Nico," Will said, his breath warm in Nico's ear. "It's okay, there's no pressure. I'm not hurt or insulted or anything your brain is telling you I am. Don't worry, sunshine,"

Nico inhaled deeply and relaxed further into his boyfriend's touch. He really wasn't upset? How could that be? Nico couldn't figure out why he himself had pulled away, why he felt uneasy. Sex was something normal for teenagers to experiment with and he and Will had been dating for years. He was seventeen for the gods' sake! Why wasn't he ready like everyone else his age was? Why was he always so weird and different? Why couldn't he just be normal, for once?

Will pulled back and took his face in his hands. The blond placed a comforting kiss to Nico's forehead and gazed softly down at him. "I'm sorry I made you feel this way," Will said, his voice low. "I'm so sorry if I ever made you feel pressured, or unloved if we didn't do this," Nico noticed his eyes glistening. Will blinked and a tear fell from his golden lashes.

Nico shook his head rapidly. "No, no," he swallowed the lump in his throat. "No, Will, you never did anything to make me feel pressured, I promise. I set this expectation for myself, I guess," Nico chewed his lip.

Will dropped his face, but then led him to lean back on the bed. Nico snuggled against Will's chest, holding him close. "Hm," Will hummed, running his fingers through Nico's hair, tension immediately dissolving from Nico's body. "Do you know why?" he asked, his tone soft and plush.

Nico nuzzled against his chest. "I dunno, people our age are supposed to experiment and have sex," he shrugged. "You had to wait so long before you could kiss me, I guess I just feel bad for making you wait. Like you're missing out on some sort of experience that I can't give you. I wanted to give you something,"

Will squeezed him tighter. "Oh, Nico," he breathed. "You don't have to do anything for me that you don't wanna do. And sex? I don't want to do anything like that if you don't feel one hundred percent like you want to do it. You don't owe me anything Nico, least of all that," he kissed the top of Nico's head and rubbed down his arm. "I am more than okay to just hold you and kiss you, as long as you'll let me," he turned his head to lock eyes with Nico.