The Boyfriends and Football

#teamUSA

When Nico opened the door and Will saw that he was wearing the black and red Milan shirt that Will gave to him two days ago, a wide grin spread instantly across Will's face.

"You look good in red, Neeks," Will said, and leaned to place a quick kiss on Nico's cheek.

Nico's face turned into almost as red as the stripes on his shirt.

"Shut up, Will," he said and closed the door after Will stepped in. Will looked at him, can't stop grinning as he took another look over at Nico.

"No, seriously. You look really good, Neeks."

Nico looked up at Will but quickly held his gaze down. He tugged the hem of the shirt and peeked at Will.

"Really? You... don't think it's too bright?"

Will chuckled. He took a step to close the distance between them, and wrapped an arm around Nico's shoulder.

"Nah...," he said, and kissed Nico's temple. "Besides, what's wrong with bright colors?"

"I don't do bright colors, Solace. It's your territory," Nico said, as he angled his neck to meet Will's eyes. It looked like that Nico was trying to glare, but the twitch of his lips betrayed him.

Will laughed as Nico pulled himself away from Will. He walked to where he had his laptop opened, already connected to a flat screen TV mounted on the wall.

One of the perks of being the son of Hades, gods of wealth. Not just you have your cabin all for yourself (except every once in a while when Hazel was visiting), you also had fancy stuffs.

"Hey, did you choose Milan as your favorite team because they are also called The Devil?" Will asked as he sat on Nico's bed.

From where he was sitting cross-legged on the floor as he was fiddling with the laptop, Nico turned his head to Will. There was a surprised expression on his face, along with a small amused smile.

"I see that you did some research, huh?"

Will fiddled with the corner of a pillow that he was hugging now. "Uhm. Yeah. Kind of," he said. "So, is it why? Because... Well.. You know, they are called The Devil and so it suits your image as The Death Boy?"

Nico rolled his eyes but there was still a hint of a smile on his lips. He turned back to face his laptop, typing something into the address bar of the browser.

"Nahhh... Not really," he said. "That's not how it works, Will."

Will raised his brows. "What do you mean?"

"Well..." Nico turned around, now facing Will. "First of all... You don't just... pick a team to be your favorite. You don't choose your favorite team, Will."

Will's brows were now furrowing. "Huh?"

Nico started to move his hand into a very Italian gesture. "You don't choose your favorite team. Your team chooses you!"

Will still did not really understand what Nico meant, but a knocking sound came from the door.

"Oh! That must be Chiara!" Nico said as he stood up from the floor. He quickly ran to the door and opened it. As expected, Chiara was standing in front of the door, Damien next to him.

"Hey! You have a Milan shirt!" Chiara exclaimed.

Nico grinned as he stepped aside to let the couple walked in. "Yeah," he said as he closed the door. "I got it from Will," he added, as he followed Chiara and Damien.

Damien arched an eyebrow at Will who grinned at him. He threw a pack of chips at Will. Will caught it and ripped it open. While Damien sat next to Will on the bed, Chiara slid down to sit next to Nico on the floor. Chiara wore a blue shirt with a small logo in Italian flag colors on it.