Solangelo Fun-Shots

Pretty Boy (Part Three)

) sooo.. I enjoyed writing this to where I wanna continue it, but not make it an entire book. So it's just gonna be an actual story weaved into one-shots yknow?(

⚠NSFW⚠WARNING⚠

A sigh escaped Wills lips as he got to deweeding the garden. His mother not far away let out an angry huff. Planting her flowers in the freshly turned soil. Every now and then she glance at her son.

Naomi Solace had never grounded her son before. He had always been such an obedient, honest, and good kid.

But the panic that had set in her the night he hadn't returned from the party almost a month ago, she took action quick.
It was a lesson that needed to be learned.

But it was hard on her to, she couldn't stand seeing him cooped up in the house and away from his friends. Luckily her literal angel of a son doesn't hold it against her, but that didn't mean he wasn't upset.

Will didn't really mind the punishment. It gave him some real time to think.
About Nico di Angelo.
About how he felt about him.
About what they did together..
About what they were now, if anything.

Piper and him still talked, but over his corded house phone so he was stuck in the kitchen.
Where he could be heard.

Only when his mother went to work early in the mornings they would discuss what was going on with Nico.
Will was forced to spill the entire story, (leaving out sexy details) but the blonde did let her know he was no longer a virgin.

According to Piper, the di Angelos hadn't thrown a single party since the big summer blow out. But Hazel's birthday was coming up and Will would have to beg his mother to let him go.

Will was still to chicken to talk to Nico on the phone. Though he had his number memorized by heart from all those nights contemplating on whether to call or not.

His mother standing up and brushing her hands off with a sigh snapped him out of his thoughts.

"That's enough for today, I have to go shopping for groceries tonight anyways-" She thought for a second before walking over to Will.
"Might as well as get tools while I'm at it- I'll be back around 8:30 to 9:00 at the latest. I love you." She leaned over to kiss him on the head before walking to her truck.

Overalls, Sunhat, and all.
His mom never really mind being dirty.
Though she was a naturally attractive woman already, she had mostly given up on trying to look decent, not after his father left.
To tired to care Will guessed.

Will on the other hand hated dirt and sweat and anything remotely icky. So a shower was needed pronto.

As soon as he hit the bathroom and shut the door he began stripping down, turning the water on an setting a towel out for himself.

For a while the sun kissed blonde just let the water roll off his back, staring at the wall. A shower was a good thinking place, so many thoughts rolled through and then evaporated from his mind. But not a specific one.

He really couldn't help but think about that night. How di Angelo held him.. handled him.. Remembering how the feel of the olders back under his fingers, the noises he had made..
How Nico made sure he was very prepared before just putting his.. rod in Will.

Will finally looked down, biting his lip.

He had a problem.

It wasn't like he hadn't done it before..
It's just he's never had real stuff to think about.. real stuff..

Before it had always been the boxer catalog at the back of a magazine.

But now, with every touch.. every stroke.. all he could see were those dark brown eyes bearing into him.. And that certain pale hand wrapped around his..

He felt the hot water tapping on his back, falling against the shower wall. Head thrown back.
Despite being home alone he kept his volume down.
Only soft pants left his lips until..

"Ah-!"

~●~

Exiting the shower, Will stumble to his room, quite sleepy.
His room was almost all sky blue, with wispy clouds spread out. Though one wall was the rising sun with a surrounding orange and purple hue.. the clouds with a pink undertone..

His mother and father had painted the room together when he was still in the stomach- before dad left.
Even if he wanted to change it he wouldn't.

There was hardly any mess in his room besides a pale pink slip over hoodie sprawled out on his chair and his slightly rumpled twin sized, sunflower yellow bedsheets.

He passed his desk which contained journals of poetry and love songs, a bin that held about twenty homemade flower crowns, and a light blue button-eyed dolphin plushie that looked worn out after all the years.

Grabbing the hoodie he barely registered putting it on before grabbing a pair of light green and white stripped boxers.
Slipping them on as well.

Outside his cracked the window behind the purple curtains, the sun was just setting. But Will was exhausted.

It was only about 7:30..
Mom should be home in a couple of hours..

He crashed on his bed.. Orange and pink covers going over him as he closed his eyes..

Out like a baby.

~●~

Police sirens woke Will up. His eyes snapped open, his room was dark and he could barely make put the white clouds on the wall opposite to him.

He blinked, groggily rubbing his eyes. They lived on such a isolated street the only other neighbor was a teacher at the middle school Mr.Brunner. And he lived about 2 miles away anyways.
It was rare for cop cars to be speeding down the dirt road.

The sun kissed blonde sat up as he looked at his alarm clock. 11:36pm. He blinked before getting up and hobbling to his window.. Moms car was in the drive way. Good. Crickets chirped as the sirens began to become distant.

He looked up, almost a full moon signaling the end of June soon. A few clouds, but not enough to block the stars out.

Suddenly, something flew out of the rose bush that was right under his window. The orange stray tabby his mother and him had been feeding fled the yard speeding into the trees.

Wills eyes widened. He wasn't afraid of the cat, no, it was quite nice, nicknamed Sunni and occasionally came into the house. He was frightened because something had startled it.

Maybe I should close my window..

Just as his fingers grazed the wood something shot up and grabbed the ledge. A hand. He yelped and stumbled back as a figure began opening the window more while crawling through.

A robbery!
That's why the police went down our street!

Just as he was about to yell, the person was on him in a second. Hand covering his mouth.

"Hey! Don't scream Sunsine!"

The familiar voice rang in his ears as a hushed whisper. He made eye contact with the eyes he had been thinking about in the shower.

At almost midnight.

Nico di Angelo stood in his room.