Percy Jackson Oneshots

No, I'm Not a Cuddler! (Solangelo)

Will's hands were warm. Maybe it was a child of Apollo thing, but Will was like a furnace in the winter. Nico breathed in Will's scent, enjoying the peace. Gods, this was the best way to spend his free time. He shifted slightly so he could tangle his fingers in the little hairs on the back of his boyfriend's neck. He grinned when he felt Will's fingers running through his thick dark hair.

Nico could feel Will breathing slightly heavier, his chest rising and falling, causing Nico to move up and down and giggle (No, I'm the Ghost King, I don't giggle!) (You totally giggle, Neeks.) (I do not!) (It's adorable!) (Fuck you.) (If you insist.) (Shut up!) (You're blushing.) (I am not!!). The difficulty breathing properly was partially due to Nico being on top of him-he'd finally managed to make that scrawny emo boy gain a healthy bit of weight and colour to his pale cheeks-, but mostly it was because he was having a hard time catching his breath between kisses. He nipped at Nico's lips, gently biting as they explored each other's mouths.

Will ran his warm hands all over Nico's body; when he had Will, who needed a blanket? Nico smiled as he rolled off of Will, eliciting a small grunt from the blond as he accidentally dug his elbow into his ribs. Now Nico was lying beside his boyfriend on the left side of the bed. Will sat up and brought the blanket up to tuck it all the way up to Nico's chin to keep him warm. Nico blushed (No I didn't!) (Yes, you did.) as the blond pressed his lips against the smaller boy's forehead.

Will stared at his boyfriend in what can only be described as utter adoration. "Dam, baby," he said, tucking a stray lock of messy hair behind Nico's ear. "You're gorgeous."

"Will..." Nico's Italian accent was heavier when his emotions ran high, so it sounded more like 'Weel.' He buried his face in Will's chest to conceal the blush that was creeping over every inch of his face and ears.

"Darlin', hidin' won't make it any less true. C'mon back here," Will said, his accent also heavier as they got hot and heavy. He took Nico's face delicately in his hands and tilted his face back up to connect their mouths again.

"Smettila, grande idiota!" Stop, you big idiot! Nico whispered. Now he couldn't control it. He'd be slipping between English, Italian, maybe even Latin and Ancient Greek for minutes, maybe hours. It always happened when he was flustered. "Ti odio. Perché sei così buono con me?" I hate you. Why are you so good to me?

"You really should talk in English."

"Amen dico tibi non esse ius cum English loquuntur ad me conversus est. Ego autem non possum," Nico retorted in Latin. You have no right to tell me to speak English when I'm turned on. Then he switched to Greek, "Και τι σκοπεύετε να κάνετε γι 'αυτό έτσι κι αλλιώς?" What are you going to do about it, anyway?

"Maybe I'll just do this." Will blew a raspberry into Nico's neck. The smaller boy shrieked, trying to get away, but Will just pulled him back and tickled him relentlessly.

"W-Will, st-stOP that, I-" Nico couldn't even beg for mercy, he was laughing so hard. (That's not quite-) (Shh, Death Boy, just let them tell the story!)

"Fine," Will said at last. He pulled Nico close to his chest and squeezed him tight.

"I love you so much," Nico said.

"I love you, too, Neeks."

"No, I love you. Not something you'd say at the end of a phone call or at the end of a letter or something, not like a stamp, it's not a cookie cutter phrase that you tack onto the end of a sentence to make you feel good. I love you. I love you so much."

Will was speechless. He kissed Nico's forehead and giggled into his black skull shirt. Now they were getting comfortable, fingers slipping into waistbands and tongues slipping into mouths.

Suddenly, the door that Nico could have sworn he had locked burst open. Hazel walked in, yawning. She took off her scarf and jacket and hung them up before walking over to her bed.

"Y'all better not be doing what it looked like you were doing when I got in here, or I'll go get Chiron right now."

Nico blushed at her accusation and smiled. Poor girl. She was so tired she couldn't even freak out. If she had her wits about her, she'd be shouting and fanning herself.

Nico heaved himself off the mattress and tucked her into her own bed before going back to Will. "It's late, and Hazel's in here," he said. "I'd love to keep this going, but..."

"I get it, Neeks. Same time tomorrow?"

Nico smiled and nodded. "Yup."

"Can't wait. I love cuddlin' with you."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't tell anyone I'm a hugger. I've got a reputation to maintain."

Will chuckled and pecked Nico's lips. "Goodnight, Death Boy."

"Goodnight, Sunshine."