Solangelo One Shots

The Feeling of Home(p2)

THIS COMPLETELY SLIPPED MY MIND AND IM SO SORRY but this was pretty heavily requested so here's the part two to my last one shot!

Nico's POV

He wakes up to warmth. The sun beats down on his back and he worms out of his sleeping bag, kicking it underneath him. March weather is so temperamental; he remembers being freezing when he went to bed last night. And Will still holds him tight, his eyes shut and his breaths in Nico's hair making it flutter. His grip is so strong Nico can't help but feel bad wriggling out of it but even though Will murmurs in his sleep as Nico sits up, he doesn't wake.

Their backpacks are still sitting open by their feet, and a couple of coins spill out of Will's. It's only now dawning on Nico how open they are to the world. Nico brushes a few specks of dirt off of his shoulder, staring up at the opening in the trees above them. They're both so exposed; someone could have robbed them, or killed them, or kidnapped them. But a night later and they're both still alive, and once again, Nico is reminded that this tiny playground in the woods is somehow better than his bed at home.

As Nico roots around in his backpack for the granola bars he had tossed into the bottom, he hears Will groan next to him. "Does your back hurt at all?" Will asks, sitting up.

"Well, we did just sleep on the ground," Nico says. He tosses Will a granola bar, settling back down. Tentatively, ever so tentatively, Will holds out an arm and Nico slowly lowers himself onto Will's chest. It's more muscular than it looks, and when Will wraps an arm around Nico's waist, Nico's heart jolts in a way that he's never felt before. It's as if someone has sent an electric shock through his heart, up and down his body, and when he looks up, he's staring at a chiseled jawline, sunkissed skin. Nico looks back down, trying to control his blush.

"What?" Will asks, smiling softly. Nico has never noticed how white his teeth are.

"Nothing," Nico says. His face is heating up. "Is it warm to you?"

"Well, weather in March is very temperamental," Will says. God, they even think the same.

They finish their granola bars and Will stands up, cracking his back. "We're going to need a more comfortable setup if we're going to do this again."

"Again?" Nico asks. Will rolls his eyes, turning around.

"Well, neither of us want to hang out at our houses, and we can't keep breaking out backs sleeping on the ground."

"Oh, yeah," Nico says. He's breathless thinking about the prospect of sleeping on Will's chest again, feeling Will's breath in his hair.

Will glances at him, a sly smile on his face. His eyes glitter and Nico wonders why is throat is starting to close up. He hasn't felt this way since Percy. Oh, god. He hasn't felt this way since Percy. "You didn't have plans today, did you?" Will asks.

"I never have plans," Nico says. "You should know that by now."

"What would you think about building a house?"

Will's POV

Their house isn't really a house. Two scrawny-ish sixteen-year-old boys with dwindling savings from their summer jobs don't quite have the facilities for that. It's more like nailing boards together until they've got somewhat of a shelter, one that might not really have a floor but will keep out the wind and the rain, one that can fit Will's old king-sized mattress and a couple of cans of non-perishables.

"What color do we paint it?" Nico asks, browsing the paint colors at the hardware store. They keep getting looks from tall bald men with too-tight tee shirts, but neither of them pays the men any mind.