Solangelo One Shots

Rainy Spring Days

Quarantine's been hard on everyone so here's some much-needed fluff to lift your spirits:)

Nico's POV

He wakes to the gentle sound of rain. Running down the glass, dripping off of the overhang, and falling in fat plops to water the flower beds that hang underneath the window. Nico groans, stretches lazily like a cat as Will snores gently next to him. When Nico's body is properly untensed, he glances at Will, still asleep next to him. His mouth is parted and he murmurs something, fingers curling at Nico's shirt sleeve. He rarely gets the chance to sleep in; constantly consumed by either med school classes or the job he works to keep the apartment, he'll leave the house on two hours of sleep, bleary-eyed and chugging his fourth cup of coffee. This Saturday morning, with the rain pouring in torrents down the window, is the first morning he hasn't seen Will rushed or stressed and, as much as Nico wants to get started on his plans to binge-watch tv with his boyfriend, they'll have to wait. For now, he'll let Will sleep. 

Nico spends the first couple minutes of his waking hours on his phone, scrolling through social media and sending a quick text to Hazel assuring her that, yes, he and Will have been remembering to go grocery shopping and, no, they're not sleeping on the floor. Will is still fast asleep, curled up next to Nico with his warm breath blowing in puffs onto Nico's neck. He's beautiful, both awake and asleep, and his skin is warm and soft as Nico traces a finger down Will's shoulder, getting a satisfied sigh in return. 

Nico remembers his first time feeling this, the attraction to Will, the infinite love, like a pit in his stomach that never stops and never really starts, either. It was the most exciting feeling in the world, to know that he was falling in love. Of course, the excitement waned as they grew up, consumed by school and work, and the pressure of adult life that sits on their chests. But ever so often Nico will feel that excitement again, the one that makes him feel young and free, like all he has to worry about is wondering what they're going to watch that day. He feels that childlike excitement when he looks at Will, and he feels himself falling in love all over again. 

He isn't helping either of them just sitting in his bed on Instagram so he rolls out, the sheets rustling as his feet hit the cold floor. He's careful not to disturb Will as he moves, making sure that the duvet still covers Will's body, that the pillow still rests underneath Will's head. Sure, the sheets are warm and smell of pine and sure, Will's skin had been soft against his, but Nico's stomach is grumbling, and he'll have something hot for Will when he wakes up. 

Nico decides on scrambled eggs. Mostly because Will is the cook of the pair, and Nico doesn't know anything else to make. Nico has never loved cooking; he's always found it tedious, and unfulfilling. But there's something about cracking the eggs into the bowl, putting bread into the toaster as he listens to the wind hit the windows that's soothing, and he finds himself humming a tune he hasn't heard in a while. 

He's pouring the egg into the pan when he hears footsteps. Will emerges from the bedroom, bleary eyes and bedhead, with his tee-shirt slipping over his shoulder, revealing the sharp groove of his collarbone and the splash of freckles that start to dot his chest whenever the weather starts to get warm. He rubs his eyes before smiling softly, coming up behind Nico and wrapping his arms around Nico's waist. He kisses Nico's neck as Nico smiles into the eggs, trying to hide the blush that colors his cheeks. "Morning baby," Will says, peppering Nico's neck, cheeks, back, with soft kisses that make butterflies come alive in Nico's stomach. "You're making breakfast? That's a sight I never thought I would see. I didn't know you even knew how to use the stove."

"Shut up," Nico says, the blush coming on stronger. He feels like he did when he was fourteen, going with Will to his first school dance, still(somehow)pre-pubescent and awkward. He doesn't know how he, a college graduate and a working, contributing member of society can still feel like this, as nervous and awkward as a fourteen-year-old boy still grappling with his sexuality. But somehow, Will can perform miracles.