Solangelo One-shots.

Rainy days and make outs.

Will barely looked up when his office door burst open. 

"Hello, Kayla, can I help you?" 

"Damn, you're good." His half-sister's familiar voice was heard. "Anyway, I was sent by Chiron to tell everyone to stay indoors because of this huge, raging thunderstorm that's gonna happen later today." 

Will checks off a few things on the paper in front of him. "What, is Zeus in a terrible mood?" 

Kayla sat on the edge of his desk, and muttered something like, "When is he never." 

Will snorted violently. "Careful, he might decide to give that thunderstorm a miss and smite your ass instead." 

"He's not interested in me. I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang with us today. You know, play some rainy day games." 

Will sighed. "Oh, Gods, I really wish I could but..." He paused and gestured to the piles of paper on his table. "I think this speaks for itself." 

Kayla hopped off the side of his desk. "Thought I'd give it a shot." She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Good luck, don't stress." 

And with that, she threw open the big oak doors to run madly through the halls of the infirmary. Thunder roared as soon as she left. Will shuddered. 

He immediately wished that he left with Kayla. Spending the night curled up under cover playing rainy day games with his siblings sounded so much better than spending the night alone, in his office trying to finish paperwork. 

He started after his sister, but he barely managed a step before another frightening clap of thunder was heard, and rain started to hammer on the windowpane. 

He groaned, before mentally preparing himself for the hours that would stretch ahead. 

But before he could sit back down, the doors to his office burst open again. 

Will briefly wondered if it was Kayla, soaking wet, deciding to turn back into the infirmary because it rained too soon. But he glanced properly at the door way, and his brain registered a dark-haired, olive-skinned boy, dressed in a grey skull tee, black skinny jeans, a sword hanging at the side of his hip. 

"N..Nico?" Will cursed the Gods for the stammer that managed to slip out. 

"Do you have...some...dry...fucking..clothes, because I'm...freezing." Nico managed to grit out, arms around his shivering torso. 

Will was at a loss for words as he tried very, very, hard not to stare at Nico's soaking grey tee, because it was sticking to his abdomen, and Nico had an impressive V-line, and a toned stomach, a slight hint of abs peeking through the thin fabric as it clung onto the boy. 

"I..I'm pretty sure we do. I'll go get some." Will said robotically, dashing out of the room as quickly as he could before Nico caught him staring. 

Or before he said something that he would really, really regret. 

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"I know you don't really wear colours, but all we had in the cupboard was the camp half blood tee and this denim shorts. I got a tow-" 

Will looked up, and immediately clenched his jaw to make sure it didn't fall open. His grip on the clothes and the towel tightened as well. 

Because Nico fucking Di Angelo, was half naked, soaking wet, messy haired, standing in Will's office in front of the fire like he owned the fucking place. Nico looked up when he heard Will's voice, and brushed his fringe away from his eyes.