One Shots (Solangelo Edition)

~ CAKEEEEE ~

I totally did not steal this idea from BridgetDiAngelo 's Demigod Preference book, titled the same as this one shot... just so you know... didn't steal it... 👍

~Third Person P.O.V.~

Will poked the smaller teenager in the ribs to wake him up. It was January 28; Nico di Angelo's birthday.

"No pokey face," Nico mumbled, still 99% asleep and not ready to face the world.

"Happy birthday, Ghost King," Will whispered into Nico's ear. Then kissed his cheek. Just a tiny peck of love and affection.

"I'm... Sleepy King... right now." Nico rolled over in the bed, facing away from his boyfriend. Will ruffled his hair, then resorted to plan B of waking Nico up.

Tickles.

He slid his arms around the black haired boy in what seemed a caring way.

That's when he struck. Will's hands found the armpits of Nico and started tickling with all his might. Nico's eyes flew open, he laughed and struggled to get free. With every squirm, Will would just tickle harder.

They only stopped when Nico was crying and gasping for air. They were both in a tangle of arms and legs on the bed.

"Why'd you wake me up so early?" Nico asked. "Don't I get to sleep in on my birthday?" He sighed against Will's chest.

"Well, I was wondering," Will said, "if you'd like to make a cake with me?"

Nico grinned at this idea. The smile even reached his eyes. Only Will could make him actually smile.

"Yea," he said, standing up to help Will up.

"Okay," Will said as they got the last of the tools out, "first we got to separate the dry ingredients from the wet ones."

Just as Nico cracked the first egg, there was a knock on the camp's kitchen door. "Come in!" Will shouted, wiping off the flour he'd managed to get on his hands already.

"Will!" It was an Apollo kid, whose name nobody seemed to ever remember. "We need you in the infirmary ASAP!"

"Wait, what's wrong?" Will asked, casting Nico an apologetic glance. Nico just sighed, getting use to the emergencies at camp. It didn't hurt him that Will had to abandon their little dates every now and then. He could be saving a life at the infirmary.

"Don't worry," Nico said as he cracked another egg. "I'll finish the cake. You go work." They kissed goodbye and Will dashed off with the other kid.

A few hours later, Will had returned to the kitchen to the smell of... banana bread. Maybe another camper was using it?

"Uh... Nico?" Will asked, entering the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry!" Nico apologized as he brought out a loaf of perfectly baked, fresh banana bread. "I don't know how it happened! I followed all the instruction you gave me!"

Will doubled over in laughter. "It's fine!"

Looking over the instructions, there was no place Nico went wrong. They were the instructions for cake, too.

"Maybe we need to get the ovens fixed?" Will asked.

"Get Leo to do that. I want some of this bread," Nico said, about to cut a slice.

"Wait." Nico froze as Will spoke. "This is still your birthday so," he tossed a handful of sprinkles on the bread, "there."

"You're an idiot," Nico mumbled, lots of love ringing through those words.

"I'm your idiot," Will said right before planting a kiss on Nico's lips. And the feel of Nico's lips against his had to be better than any food item in the world.