Solangelo One Shots

NFWMB

This is based on NFWMB by Hozier, so if you haven't heard it I'll put the video up top because it's an amazing song and I've been wanting to write this for a while. Also, a quick warning that there's gonna be language and also talk about pressured sex. I'm not sure what you guys are comfortable with, so I thought I'd put this in. Anyway, hope you like it!

Will's POV

When he looks out the window the sky around him is pitch black, not like that's out of the norm for a Saturday night. Nico closes up the bar on Saturday nights, slipping quietly back into their cramped apartment around one in the morning. He always insists that Will should go to sleep instead of waiting for him but Will likes to wait up, reading a book and sipping tea to keep him awake, just in case. 

He's at the bottom of his teacup, the final grains of sugar that never dissolved draining into his mouth when he hears the front door creak open, the sound of Nico slipping off his shoes and heaving a long sigh. He glances at the clock on the wall; one thirty-five, a few minutes later than normal but still, Will isn't too worried. The lamp beside him is flickering from hours of being used to light his pages and it's dim, casting the room around him in muted gold. He stands up when Nico enters the room, his face shadowed and he presses a kiss to Nico's cheek, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's face. That's when he starts to worry. 

The skin underneath his lips is wet and ragged, and when he listens closely he can hear that Nico's breathing is slightly heavier than normal, as if he's still trying to catch his breath. "Hey, Neeks," Will says, frowning as he examines Nico's face. It's hard to see in the darkness, the abrasions subtle but he can just barely make out the cuts across his cheeks, the split in his lip,  the bruise already forming around his eye like a target. Nico's gaze darts to the floor and he draws in his lip, wincing as he hits the cut part. 

"Hey, Will," he mumbles. He makes a move to go to their room but Will grabs him back, pulling him in for a hug and pressing a soft kiss to Nico's forehead. His lips come back dirty but he doesn't focus on that; the only thing he can pay attention to is Nico's trembling body in his grasp. 

"You wanna tell me what happened?" He feels Nico shrug. 

"You know, you work at a gay bar right in the middle of San Francisco, people get weird at night. People get horny and desperate and when you turn them down they get pissed, and when they're drunk they get even more pissed." Will sighs, running his hands through Nico's hair. 

"Come on," he says, his voice soft. He's staring off into the distance, out the window at the sparkling lights of the city but he still can't get that first image of Nico out of his mind, the one with the thin stream of blood running down his cheeks and the fear flashing in his eyes. "Let's go to the bedroom. I need light to be able to see those cuts better." 

Nico sits down heavily on the edge of the bed when they get inside, staring at his clasped hands in his lap as Will runs to the bathroom, grabbing water and bandaids and Neosporin and anything else he can think of that might help. Maybe the thousands of dollars his parents had paid for him to be pre-med really had come in handy. 

When he gets back into the bedroom Nico is still sitting on the edge of the bed, a deep frown on his face as his foot taps at the floor. His uniform, the tight black tee shirt, and black jeans are dirty and bloodstained and his hair is a rat's nest on top of his head. The bruise underneath his eye looks like a bag. "Maybe you should change into something more comfortable," Will says, flicking on the light. Nico's injuries look worse in the brightness, standing out against his pale skin. "You want me to grab your pajamas?" 

"Sure." Nico's voice sounds like it's about to crack so Will doesn't ask any further questions as he grabs Nico's sweats from the corner of the room, tossing them over as he spreads out the medical supplies on the duvet.