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Nico is forever thankful that Will has taken his time with him. It's both of their first relationships, and they’ve learned everything together. Will has learned how to tell when Nico is uncomfortable and how to work through challenges with him, while Nico has learned to slowly accept the affection that Will offers him.

He first became okay with holding hands and casual hugs, and then kisses on the cheek and flirty remarks. He became okay with loving Will in silence, and then loving Will openly. Nico took a while to get used to kissing his boyfriend on the lips, but he finally realized just how much he adores it.

After a few years of their relationship, Nico has finally become okay with the more passionate love, shared privately between them. He no longer freaks out when Will makes a dramatic declaration of love, and, on occasion, Nico finds himself doing the same. He now enjoys it when their kisses don’t seem to have an end.

As for now, he especially enjoys the way that Will has him pushed against the door of Cabin 13, prying Nico's lips open with his tongue. A while ago, the idea of having another person’s tongue in his mouth would’ve disgusted him. Now, however, Nico understands the act of intimacy.

He does not understand the warm, slightly tingly feeling that he gets when this happens. It always happens, after a few minutes or so. Nico sort of assumes that it’s due to Will’s natural body heat, so he either ignores it or pulls away when the warmth gets too uncomfortable.

That feeling is building up already, after only a minute of making out. Will usually takes things relatively slowly, but not today. Nico honestly doesn't know how he got into this situation. All he did differently was wear a black tank top rather than a baggy t-shirt, because it’s unusually hot outside. Will had stopped by to walk to the dining pavilion together, and then pulled Nico back inside after one look at him.

Will seems to be in a rush, though Nico isn’t sure what for. The kiss isn’t slow and soft like usual—no, it’s fast and hot with a sense of desperation that has the feeling quickly erupting in Nico’s body. It feels amazing and maybe a little confusing, and then Will’s hands are on his arms, feeling the muscles that are now quite well-defined.

It’s like something inside of him is taking over, and he doesn't even register wrapping his arms tighter around Will's body to pull him closer. Will responds eagerly, his hands continuing their exploration of Nico’s arms and his lips continuing to devour Nico’s. Despite his slight surprise, Nico does not at all mind the situation. He’s just a bit confused when he feels something against his lower stomach.

“Will,” Nico mumbles between kisses. His boyfriend doesn't seem to notice the word at first, so he tries again. “Will. What is that?”

“What’s…oh.” Will abruptly steps back, his face turning bright red. Or maybe his face was already red. He turns around and fumbles with his shorts to fix them, stammering nervously. “I’m sorry about that. This is, um, embarrassing. You just— you look really good in that shirt and I—sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Nico asks, confused.

“Because it’s awkward and kinda embarrassing,” Will says, facing Nico again with a flustered expression on his face. Nico gets that Will is embarrassed, but he just doesn’t know why.

“What is?”

“Uh…” Will trails off, unsure of how to explain. “I’m embarrassed ‘cause I got hard and you…felt it.”

Nico stares at him blankly for maybe a little too long, because Will starts to anxiously shift his weight between his feet. He wonders if Will thinks that he’s judging him, or something. “I don’t really understand…”

“I was, uh…” Will mumbles, not quite looking at Nico. “Hard. Y’know. Like…down there,” he attempts to explain, tugging his shirt down a bit to cover himself. Nico has never seen Will get so flustered about something. “I mean— I’m sure you get it. Right?”

“Oh…” Nico breathes out, finally putting the pieces together. He does get it, to an extent. He knows that he often wakes up hard in the mornings, sometimes at random times, and then there was that one time when Will came back from swimming with no shirt on and his hair dripping wet, which seemed to invoke a feeling in Nico’s body that he can't put a name to.

The issue is that he doesn't really understand why that started happening throughout his teenage years. He’s wondered, but Nico doesn’t exactly want to ask anyone about his genitals. So, he chose to ignore it.

Honestly, though, it never occurred to him that such a thing happens to other people. Now that he knows it’s not just him, he kind of wants to ask. “Well, I get it,” he says slowly, picking at his nails nervously. “But I don't really understand.”

“Like…you don’t understand why it happens?” Will asks, seeming to realize that Nico is truly confused. Nico nods, and Will heads over to sit on the bed, relaxing a bit. “Well, it’s kinda complicated, I guess. It has to do with hormones and the nervous system and stuff.”

“No, I don’t—” Nico cuts himself off with a sigh. He trudges across the room to sit beside Will on the bed, leaving a comfortable amount of distance between them. “I just…I don’t get why it randomly started happening at one point and I don't know how to stop it, or whatever.”

“Well, don’t you just, y’know…touch yourself?”

“As in, touch my…” Nico whispers, unable to complete the question. Will gets what he’s trying to say, though, and nods his head hesitantly. “Uh… I do when I'm cleaning myself in the shower or when I’m using the bathroom.”

Will lets out a huff of air, seeming almost agitated as he rubs his face with his hands. “Nico, my love, I’m talking about masturbating.”

“I don't know what that means.”

Nico feels like he’s missing something that everyone else knows. Will looks at him with an expression of disbelief, but he quickly notices the genuine confusion on Nico’s face. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, seeming to be stuck on what to say.

“I’m sorry. This is kinda awkward because, well, you’re my boyfriend,” Will begins, no longer covering his face but not looking at Nico, either. Nico isn’t sure if he should be offended by that, but he knows that Will always means well, so he stays silent and lets him continue. “It’s when you touch your genitalia for, uhm, sexual pleasure, to put it simply. There’s more to it than that, but… yeah. You don’t do that…?”

“No,” Nico admits quietly, thinking on it. He recalls the first time he woke up hard, and, in a moment of curiosity and confusion, felt it through the layers of his clothing. That was a long time ago, but Nico remembers it feeling a little weird, and then feeling uncomfortable when he stopped. Since then, he just ignored it. He honestly didn't know that this… masturbating… thing was an option, and he wonders if that’s something he’s supposed to know. “Am I supposed to?”

“You don’t have to,” Will reassures him, slightly easing Nico’s worries. “I was just surprised because most people do, especially guys our age.”

“Oh. How… how often do people do that?”

“I, uh… I do it every day that I get time alone, which I believe is a normal amount,” Will says, nervously tapping a finger on his knee. He risks a glance at Nico, who is still a bit perplexed by this whole thing. “It’s good for stress relief. And, well, it feels really good.”

Now Nico is going to be stuck with images in his head of Will doing that, and he’s still too confused to know how he feels about that. He wishes that he understood more, because he honestly just feels a little stupid and suddenly is hit with the need to apologize for it. “I’m sorry. I don’t really know a lot about, um… sex.”

He never really felt ashamed of himself for this until right now. Really, when would he have even learned? Nico doesn’t go to school, and it’s not like there’s a sex ed class in the underworld. He hasn’t worried about his lack of knowledge on the topic, but now he just feels as if he missed a crucial part of his education. There’s a part of Nico that wants to learn, to make use of that knowledge, and oh gods what if Will has been wanting more from him and he never knew?

“Nico, it’s okay. Don’t be sorry,” Will says, breaking him out of his thoughts. He grabs onto Nico’s hands and holds them in his own, warm and comforting. “What do you know?”

“Uh, I kinda know how… what’s it called… oh, I know a little about reproduction. And how it works for a man and a woman, but not…” Nico trails off, but Will seems to get the idea. He doesn't know how it would work for two men, for them.

The little amount of knowledge that he has is from what Piper explained to him once. He’d seen her grab a tampon from her bag and then asked what it was, which led to a simplified explanation of the menstrual cycle and the reproductive system. All she’d told him about sex between men is that “it goes up the ass,” which Nico found frightening and chose not to think about.

Even if he’d wanted to learn more, Nico isn’t sure who he could’ve asked. Definitely not Percy, but maybe Jason. However, it just wouldn’t make sense to ask a straight guy. The obvious choice would be Will, which Nico would not have been confident enough to do, but, well, here they are.

“You mean that you don’t know how it works between two men?”

“Yeah,” Nico confirms, chewing on his lip, because wow he feels like an idiot, even with Will here telling him otherwise. “I know that it goes up the ass.”

“Well, yes. That is true,” Will laughs softly, in a lighthearted way that Nico knows means he isn’t making fun of him. It makes him feel better, actually. “But there’s more to it.”

“There is…?”

“Yeah, there are other options. You can use your hands and your mouth; there’s lots of ways,” Will explains. Nico furrows his brows in thought, especially when he hears mouth. Putting your mouth there doesn’t seem very sanitary. “Uhm… I feel like I’m not the best person to teach you this, though.”

“Why not? You know, like, medical stuff.”

“No, I mean… I probably shouldn’t teach you about sex because, um… you’re the person I want to do that with.”

“You do?” Nico asks, almost a whisper.

“Obviously. You’re my boyfriend,” Will snorts, looking down to hide the blush on his face. “But I’m not saying that you have to want that, too. If you don't want to, then that’s perfectly fine.”

“Okay,” Nico mumbles, moving closer to Will so that he can lean his head onto his shoulder. He can feel Will relax, his arms instinctively wrapping around Nico.

“How ‘bout this? When people come to the infirmary with questions about that stuff, there’s this little book we lend out to them if they’re too embarrassed to talk. It’s very simple and easy to read. Want me to get it for you later?”

Nico hums, thinking about it for a moment. He supposes that it couldn't be too bad. “Sure. And, thanks for not making fun of me, or anything.”

“Nico, I would never. You know that.”

~

Nico ends up reading through the entire book, which is actually only about 30 pages long. The only thing that really freaked him out was the section on anal sex. He had no clue that so much preparation was necessary, and he hopes that Will doesn't want that quite yet.

However, all the other stuff seems fairly reasonable now. He’s still not too sure about putting his mouth anywhere down there, but perhaps he will change his mind. Now that Nico has learned, he’s thinking.

He has yet to act on the thoughts, but he can’t stop thinking and feeling things. When Nico returned the book, he wondered if Will could sense what he was thinking about. He imagines how it would feel if he gained the courage to touch himself in that way, how it would feel if Will touched him, what Will does to himself when he's alone, and would Will want to use his mouth—

Nico has to stop, but he can’t. Every time he sees Will, the lingering thoughts push forward in his mind, and they become more and more intense with every kiss or act of intimacy they share. Will is smart, so he must be aware of the way Nico is acting differently.

He’s content with just thinking, up until the thoughts turn into dreams of Will on his knees with his lips wrapped around him and then— Nico wakes up with a gasp, sweating and panting slightly.

The clock tells him that it’s morning, earlier than he would voluntarily wake up but not an unusual time. Hot and uncomfortable, he pushes the blanket off of himself in hopes of cooling down. Nico looks down to see that he's hard, which he now knows is a normal thing that happens to all men. But this does not feel normal— it feels so much more intense and maybe a bit painful, as if he’s aching to be back in that dream.

He knows that he could reach down and touch himself until he achieves that apparently wondeful thing called an orgasm, but the idea of putting his hand there still grosses him out, in a way. After a moment, Nico decides that he cannot ignore it this time.

Nico rolls onto his stomach and presses his hips against the mattress, a pleasurable sensation that he’s never felt before building up almost immediately. He hesitates for a second before doing it again, with a little more force. It feels good, he registers after a few rolls of his hips. Maybe this is what it’s all about.

Now that he’s beginning to understand this whole thing, it’s no longer just the thoughts that can't stop. He can’t stop seeking this new, slightly strange yet wonderful feeling. Nico grinds his hips down until the movements become desperate and he realizes that he’s quite literally humping the bed, which would be embarrassing if it weren't for how horny he is. It’s so, so good, but it’s just not enough.

With a frustrated cry, Nico rolls onto his back instead, knowing what he has to do, no matter how nervous he is. He sits up to lean back against the pillows and pushes his pajama pants down just enough to see the big wet spot that has formed on his boxers. This has never happened before. Curiously, Nico brushes his finger against the wet spot, his hips jumping at the sensation. A little bit more fluid comes out against his finger.

Nico tentatively pushes his boxers down as well, somehow feeling surprised by the sight of his own body. Obviously he’s seen his own dick before, but not in this state of arousal. He’s never seen himself flushed red and achingly hard, and oh it's a bit bigger than usual. Interesting. Nico wonders if Will would like it, and then he wonders what Will’s dick looks like, and how big is it? Larger than Nico’s? He’s not even sure what’s considered an average size.

There seems to be a pool of liquid forming on his stomach. He remembers from the book that it’s called pre-ejaculatory fluid, or more commonly known as pre-cum. Nico swipes his fingers through the mess to examine it, clear and sticky. In a strange way, it’s sort of intriguing to watch as a little more of it drips onto his stomach.

And then, something even more strange occurs. His cock twitches, and he freezes in surprise because he didn’t know that it could move on its own. After a few seconds, it does it again. But now his body is doing weird, new things and the lack of contact is starting to hurt, so, without a second thought, he reaches down and collects some more of that fluid and spreads it across his length.

Nico’s body shudders at the light touch, so he does it again, not quite sure of what the right way to do this is. It doesn't feel necessarily amazing yet, though it isn’t bad. He tries to switch up the motion, dragging the palm of his hand rather than just the tips of his fingers. That’s a little better, and he finds that the foreskin being pulled down and then back up makes the movements much smoother.

He quickly realizes that the fluid actually helps to keep things less dry, so he rubs his thumb across the tip to collect some more, but a startled gasp suddenly escapes his lips. That feels good, that must be what this is all about. Nico continues the circular motions of his thumb around the head of his cock and across the slit, barely aware of the breathy whimpers he lets out.

It’s so good, so much, maybe too much all at once, so he instead wraps his hand around the base of his cock and tugs up and down slowly, and yes that feels right. Nico instinctively speeds up his hand, wet sounds filling the room and reminding him of that dream, of Will’s mouth on him doing wonderful, sinful things.

He squeezes his eyes shut and all of the images come back to his mind— Will on his knees, his face flushed, whispering things that Nico can’t quite hear, and then his lips around him. Nico can faintly feel his muscles tensing as the pleasure builds up far too quickly, and he’d almost forgotten about his initial embarrassment, up until he hears himself moaning.

Nico stops abruptly, his eyes snapping open. He can’t believe he just did that. The shame floods back in and he sits up, met with the sight of his cock, still hard, twitching, and leaking. He quickly pulls his pants and underwear back up and runs to the bathroom, hit with the fear of someone knowing what he did, somehow. Somebody could’ve knocked on the door or even come inside because there’s no lock, and they would’ve been met with the sight of that, and oh gods Nico is pretty sure he was saying Will’s name.

He gets right into the shower in an attempt to wash away the knowledge of what just happened, but it really doesn’t help.

For the entire day, Nico tries to distract himself while simultaneously avoiding Will, which is an impossible task because he’s a bit too attached to his boyfriend.

Nico knows that he’s acting weird around Will and not explaining why, but he can’t exactly say “oh sorry, I had a sex dream about you and then tried masturbating and thought of you the whole time.” Yeah, that would be awkward. So, he just hopes that Will doesn’t mention his behavior.

Maybe he makes it too obvious when he sits with Percy and Jason during dinner rather than with Will, like he usually does. Will slides into the spot beside him and wraps an arm around his waist in a way that typically feels so natural, but now startles Nico.

“Nico,” Will says, pouting dramatically. “Are you ignoring me?”

“Of course not,” he replies immediately, and then realizes that it’s a lie. “I just wanted to talk to my friends.”

“You haven’t spoken to us yet,” Percy adds. Nico glares at him.

“That’s fine. You can sit with whoever you want,” Will reassures him. “But I still feel like you’ve been ignoring me today.”

“I’m sorry,” Nico mumbles, looking down at his plate of uneaten food.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

Yeah, you’re too hot and I keep having inappropriate thoughts about you, Nico thinks to himself. “No.”

“Nico, angel, what’s wrong?” Will asks softly, his other hand lifting to gently push Nico’s hair out of his face.

After not actually getting any relief earlier, he’s felt a bit on edge for the whole day. It really doesn’t help now that Will is touching him like this. He sighs, looking up at Will finally. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m okay.”

Will gets this look in his eyes when he doesn’t believe him. As soon as Nico sees that look, he knows he won’t win. “You can tell me what’s wrong, baby,” he whispers, because he knows that all of the stupid pet names make Nico’s heart melt.

“I’m just really tired today,” he says, which isn’t exactly a lie. He’s tired because that dream woke him up early.

“Okay,” Will sighs, a hint of suspicion still in his voice. However, he doesn't push further. Will leans forward to press a kiss to Nico’s forehead before letting go of him. “I’ll see you after dinner, then?”

“Yeah.” Nico watches Will go, and wow he really is hot. He’s always known that his boyfriend is attractive, but now—

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jason asks, cutting him out of his thoughts.

“I'm sure.”

“Well, you’re definitely lying,” Percy snorts. Sometimes Nico forgets that these guys actually know him and can tell these things. “But I feel like you never lie to Will, so there's something wrong.”

“If it’s something about him, you can tell us. We won’t say anything,” Jason adds.

“I really can’t tell you,” Nico mutters, finally taking a bite of his food in hopes of staying quiet.

“Nico, whatever it is that happened probably won't surprise us.”

He supposes that’s true, considering all of the unusual things that have happened in their lives. Maybe he should try to trust his friends some more. “I had a, uh… a weird dream about him.”

“A prophetic dream?” Percy asks right away, because that could possibly be something to cause worry.

“No,” Nico says, though he wouldn't mind if his dream came true.

“A nightmare?”

“No.”

“Oh, was it one of those dreams that makes no sense? Where everything is all distorted?”

“No.”

“What was it, then? A sex dream, or something?”

His friends laugh lightheartedly, but they stop as soon as they notice Nico’s silence. “Hey, that's not a big deal,” Jason says gently.

“Yes, it is,” Nico mutters, not understanding why his friends think otherwise. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Why would you be embarrassed?” Percy raises an eyebrow. “It’s normal.”

“So, do you have…dreams…about Annabeth, then?”

“Yeah, and then I suffer through the whole day until I can have sex with her. Oh, that's what’ll make you feel better! Go have sex with Will.”

Nico sputters, his face surely turning red. He can’t believe Percy can suggest such a thing so casually. “I’m not— no way.”

“Why not? He’s your boyfriend.”

“Uh…” Nico trails off, unsure of how to even answer that question. The way Percy says it, Nico is starting to think doing that is the obvious solution. “We’ve never…”

Now Nico says something that surprises them. They each look at him with an expression of disbelief. “Not even, y’know, other stuff?”

Nico shakes his head, suddenly feeling more ashamed of himself for not having sex than for even thinking about it at all. “Why’s that so shocking?”

“Well, you and Will have been together since you were, like, fourteen. That’s a long time,” Percy explains carefully. “A lot of people just wouldn't wait that long.”

“Dude, you’re sounding kinda judgemental,” Jason mutters, whacking Percy on the shoulder before turning to look at Nico. “He’s not wrong, but that doesn't mean you have to do anything. It's okay if you want to wait, or if you don’t even want to do it at all.”

Nico doesn't tell them that it’s not because they've been waiting, but because Nico didn't even know how sex worked until two weeks ago. If he hadn't missed out on important parts of his education, he and Will probably could've been having sex a while ago. Nico really wishes that they’d been doing these normal teenager things all along.

“If I did want to,” Nico says hesitantly after a bit of contemplation, “how would I even bring it up to him?”

“I mean, it usually just happens in the moment,” Percy says, shrugging. “But with Will, I’m sure you could tell him and it would be fine. He likes communication.”

“And I’m sure he would say yes,” Jason comments.

“How do you know?”

“Well, haven’t you seen the way he looks at you?”

Nico furrows his brows, shaking his head. He knows that Will looks at him, of course, but he isn’t sure what that is supposed to mean.

“Like this,” Percy says, turning to demonstrate the look on Jason. He rests his head on his hand, gazing at Jason so intensely that the blonde starts laughing and pushes him away. “He looks at you like he wants to rip your clothes off.”

“Okay, we’re done with this conversation,” Nico says quickly, feeling his face heat up.

~

After about three days of awkward tension around Will, he decides that his friends are right. Maybe he should just have sex with Will. Now that he knows more, Nico wants it so badly. It feels as if everything he’s missed out on is catching up to him all at once.

He still feels too afraid to just outright ask Will, even though he knows it wouldn't be a big deal in the end. Will did tell him that he wanted it, on that day a couple weeks ago. Also, Nico finally gets what Percy and Jason meant about the look.

Nico catches Will gazing at him sometimes, but that’s all that happens. Will has almost been acting too careful with him lately, as if he’s afraid of scaring him or making things awkward again. Whenever they kiss, it stops far too soon and leaves Nico craving more.

On the fifth day, he pulls Will into his cabin after campfire. They get farther than a few gentle kisses, this time sprawled across the bed with their lips locked onto one another’s desperately. Nico thinks it might keep going when he slips his hand beneath his boyfriend's shirt while Will sucks a bruise onto his neck, but it doesn't. Will pulls away once he hears Nico’s breathless sighs, his own breathing shaky as he insists that he forgot to finish up his work at the infirmary.

Will has never done things like leaving marks on Nico’s skin. It's almost like a reminder of the horrible tension Nico has been feeling, waiting to snap. He thinks about hiding it, but he kinda wants Will to see that reminder, too. Unfortunately, that means that other people can see it. Percy teases him and asks if he finally had sex with Will, and Nico hears the disappointment in his own voice when he says “no.”

After a week of torture, Nico decides that he has to take action. In other words, he’s going to seduce Will. He puts on that stupid black tank top that started this whole ordeal and makes sure his hair actually looks nice, for once. When Nico sits beside Will during lunch, he can practically feel the intensity of his gaze.

“Nico, hey,” Will says breathlessly. Nico offers him a smile, watching the way Will’s eyes flicker down to his arms and then back up. “You, um, you look…good.”

“I know. I brushed my hair.” Nico bites back a grin, knowing that Will probably had some words other than good in mind, ones that likely aren’t suitable for the dining pavilion.

“A rare occurrence. What inspired you?” Will laughs fondly, reaching up to thread his fingers through Nico’s hair.

“I like when you touch my hair,” Nico whispers, leaning into the touch.

“You have very soft hair,” Will hums. He combs his fingers down the black strands, all the way to the sensitive spot at the back of his neck. Then, he trails a finger around the side of Nico’s neck, and he knows that Will pauses against the bruise. Nico had spent so long examining it in the mirror, pressing his finger against that same spot.

For the rest of lunch, and then for the rest of the day, Nico is all too aware of Will’s eyes on him. It’s not unusual for Will to stare at him, but it never feels like this, like he physically can’t look away.

He knows that Will is gazing at his arms, usually somewhat hidden by t-shirts that are too big for him (Will’s shirts, more often than not.) Nico has noticed over the years that the muscle on his body has become more defined, although he still looks fairly scrawny at first glance. Will always looks closely, of course.

“You’re staring at me,” Nico accuses him later on, while Will is supposed to be working on some paperwork at the infirmary. Instead, he seems to be watching Nico as he cleans one of the cabinets.

“Sorry,” Will says bashfully, forcing himself to look down at his work. “You’re just really pretty.”

Nico doesn't bother him any more because he knows that Will should actually get his work done. The faster that happens, the sooner Nico can continue his plan.

So, it takes about a half hour until Will announces that he’s done with his paperwork. Nico jumps up with a smile on his face, heading towards Will to wrap his arms around him. “Wanna stay at my cabin tonight?”

“As long as you let me out of bed in the morning,” Will agrees, trailing his hands up the sides of Nico’s body until they reach his shoulders, and there’s no doubt that he’s not-so-secretly feeling him up.

“No promises,” Nico says, which means that he is not going to let Will out of bed. He’s always so warm and cuddly, making it impossible to let go of him.

As Nico walks towards his cabin with Will, he can feel the anticipation building up. He isn’t scared, only a bit nervous that he might embarrass himself, although he knows that Will would never make fun of him.

Nico’s plan is simple, really. They get inside and change into pajamas, with Will wearing some of his own clothing that Nico has stolen. Nico puts on a pair of Will’s pajama pants even though they’re a little too big for him and forgoes a shirt. He never sleeps without a shirt because his cabin tends to get cold, but it’ll surely get Will’s eyes on him.

Once he’s changed, Nico climbs onto his bed to watch as Will finishes up. They’ve changed in front of each other lots of times, so it isn’t unusual, but this time Nico can’t help but admire Will’s tanned legs as they disappear beneath his pants. Will turns around to face Nico, and his eyes widen slightly.

“Do you, uh, want me to get you a shirt?” Will asks, his voice thick.

“Nope. You warm me up enough.”

The cabin is so quiet that Nico can faintly hear the way Will’s breath hitches. Thankfully, Will almost always sleeps without a shirt on, so Nico is able to trace his finger along the ink of his tattoo as soon as he lays down. Will lays there stiffly, as if he’s not sure what to do.

“Y'know, you’re allowed to touch me,” Nico murmurs, laughing softly at the blush that forms on Will’s face.

“Huh?”

For such an intelligent person, Will can be a bit stupid at times. Nico sighs and simply grabs his hand, placing it against his own body, right on his sternum. “You don’t have to just stare at me. You can touch.”

“Oh,” Will breathes. He presses his palm flat against Nico’s chest, and then hesitantly moves down to feel the muscles of his abdomen. “You’re…really hot, Nico.”

“Says you,” Nico teases, scooting closer so that their faces are inches apart. It’s like a magnet pulls them together, their lips gently touching and then locking in a kiss. Slow, gentle kisses are normal for them, but it’s not what Nico wants right now. He wants more, so he sucks Will’s lower lip into his mouth until he’s able to slip his tongue between his lips, and Will responds with just as much enthusiasm.

Nico tosses his leg over Will’s hip to pull him even closer as the kiss starts to become desperate. He can hear the way Will gasps in between kisses, can feel the way one of Will’s hands holds onto his waist while the other tightens in his hair. Now that he knows what all of these feelings mean, he can tell exactly what Will is feeling.

“Nico, Nico, hold on—” Will says quickly, pulling back just the slightest bit. He doesn’t let go of Nico, though, keeping him close by. “You’re, um… you’re making me feel things, and I don’t want to scare you.”

“I’m not scared. I’m feeling things, too,” Nico admits, averting his eyes to instead look somewhere behind Will.

“You are…?”

“Yeah. I think I understand, now,” he whispers, a shaky breath escaping him. Nico wants so badly to feel Will’s hands all over him. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since I read that fucking book you gave me.”

“Thinking about…sex?” Will asks hesitantly. Nico nods, not missing the smile that Will bites back. “Is that why you’ve been acting weird?”

“I’ve just been, I don’t know…restless, I guess. Last week, I tried to, uh…touch myself,” Nico confesses, his cheeks burning red. He turns to hide his face in the pillow, but Will doesn’t let him. “…but it didn't work.”

“Hey, it’s okay, Nico. What do you mean, it didn't work?” Will asks gently, moving his hand from Nico’s hair to instead hold his face.

“I…I couldn't finish. I got too embarrassed and stopped.”

“Don’t be embarrassed; it’s a normal thing to do,” Will reassures him, even though his own face has turned a little pink and Nico can tell that he’s thinking about it. That really makes this situation even more unbearable. “Maybe…try again when you’re not so worried.”

“No, Will, I—” Nico begins. He pauses and takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. He really hadn’t planned to get so flustered. “I need you to help me.”

“You need me to…” Will trails off, audibly gulping as he realizes what Nico means.

“You’ve been too careful with me, lately. I need you to touch me,” Nico says quickly, before he can overthink too much. Will’s eyes widen in surprise, his grip on Nico’s waist tightening. “Please, Will, make me feel good?”

“…Okay. Yeah, okay,” Will agrees after taking a moment to process the request. However, he doesn’t move, still too stunned by this sudden change in Nico’s behavior. So, because Nico is restless and impatient, he tugs Will closer into another kiss.

Will instantly responds desperately to the kiss, his fingers back in Nico’s hair so that there’s no possible way for them to part, not that he would ever want to. Nico truly has no clue what he’s doing when he holds Will tighter by the leg swung over his hip, but he’s pretty sure he might go insane if he doesn’t feel anything now, so he presses their hips together without a second thought.

He can feel the way Will shudders, can hear the way his breathing speeds up as they begin to messily grind against one another. This feels so much better than when he did this against his mattress, probably because he can feel just how much it’s also affecting Will. Nico quickly gets lost in the uncoordinated motions, barely able to actually kiss Will anymore due to the lack of air in their lungs.

“Nico, try to relax,” Will whispers against his lips, and it’s only then that Nico realizes that he’s become frustrated, unable to get quite enough.

“I can’t,” Nico whines, too far gone to be embarrassed by the sound he made. “Please, Will.”

“You want more, angel?” Nico nods quickly and allows Will to help him roll onto his back. Will presses soothing kisses over his face, but it's not enough to calm Nico down, his breathing still too fast and his hips twitching involuntarily. He then sits back, right between Nico’s legs, and trails his hands down from his shoulders to his hips. “Can I touch?”

“Yes, please,” Nico says, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation. At the first touch, just a gentle press of Will’s hand against him, Nico gasps in surprise and immediately snaps his mouth shut.

“Fuck, you’re really wet,” Will murmurs, the desire in his voice very obvious. He presses his hand down again, with a little more force this time.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, no, it’s good. It’s just natural lubrication; makes it better,” Will explains, his tone slipping into medical-mode. Nico typically tries to listen to Will when he’s explaining something important, but it’s hard to do so when Will’s hand is rubbing against him. “Do you want the rest of your clothes off?”

Nico thinks for a second before nodding, and then he’s lifting his hips to help Will pull his pants and underwear off. As soon as his clothes are off, he realizes that this is the first time Will is seeing him naked, and oh gods, what if Will doesn't like how he looks? What if his dick is small and he’s disappointed? What if there's actually something horribly wrong with his dick and he never knew due to his lack of sexual education?

“I’m, uh, sorry if it’s, like…small. I’ve never thought about that until right now, and I kinda don’t know—” Nico finds himself rambling, thankfully leaving out his sudden fear of having a penis disease.

“Nico, that doesn’t matter to me,” Will says reassuringly, though the way his eyes are moving over Nico’s body makes him feel worried, still. “Also, it’s not small, if that makes you feel better. Maybe a little above average.”

“I love you,” is all Nico can think to say, because how could he have even thought that Will wouldn’t like him for something as simple as his body? Will, who practically worships Nico, would never do such a thing, and Nico knows it.

“I love you, too. You’re so beautiful,” Will murmurs, leaning over Nico to press a soft kiss to his forehead, and then to his lips and his jaw. Will finds his hand and takes it in his own, sitting back again with his other hand caressing Nico’s hip. “You still want this?”

“Yeah.” Nico squeezes Will’s hand as if he’s awaiting something painful, and the muscles in his body tense in that same way when he feels Will’s fingers wrap around him. He’d thought that his own touch was good, but it doesn’t even come close to comparing to the feeling of Will’s touch.

Nico covers his mouth to suppress the whimper that escapes him as Will starts slowly moving his hand. “Don’t hide, baby,” Will says, the sound of his voice so smooth and alluring that Nico can't help but listen. As he tears his hand away to instead hold onto the sheets, Will smiles in approval. “I wanna hear you so that I know how you’re feeling, okay?”

“Okay,” Nico chokes out, suddenly finding it so difficult to simply speak. He doesn’t hide, but he can’t bring himself to look Will in the eyes.

“Fuck, Nico,” Will mutters under his breath, perhaps more to himself than anything. He stops for a second to collect the fluid that has begun to pool on Nico’s stomach, which he then spreads across his cock. With the added lubrication, everything feels so much better and Nico finds himself forgetting about any embarrassing noises he makes.

Will seems to notice the immediate pleasure that Nico is feeling, so he speeds up his hand some more. Nico is vaguely aware that he’s quietly moaning and that his body is moving on its own, his hips thrusting up and his back arching, but he doesn't care. Even though he refuses to actually look, he knows exactly what’s happening. He can feel everything all at once, and he can hear the sounds of Will’s hand moving, as well as the breathy noises Will makes.

It’s both too much and not enough, an overwhelming feeling rushing through Nico’s body. It’s as if he can feel every nerve inside himself sending rapid fire signals, telling all of his muscles to tense. There’s a hot feeling in his stomach, like a volcano that's about to erupt.

“Wait—” Nico gasps, pushing himself up. Will stops and moves his hand away, finally meeting Nico’s eyes with a look of concern. Struggling to breathe, Nico shakily climbs towards the edge of the bed. “I think— maybe I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Nico, it’ll hurt if you do that right now,” Will explains, placing a hand on Nico’s shoulder. He doesn’t pull him back, but the touch is enough to keep Nico on the bed. Nico huffs, suddenly feeling frustrated. Whatever that feeling was, it’s gone and now Nico feels almost in pain without it.

“But…but I felt weird,” Nico mumbles, sitting closer to Will again but not looking at him. “It felt like I really needed to pee for a second.”

“Ah,” Will breathes in understanding, a smile pulling at his lips when Nico risks a glance up. For a second, Nico worries that Will is making fun of him, which is crazy because that's not even a possibility. With his clean hand, Will combs his fingers through Nico’s hair, soothing him. “Angel, that just means you were about to cum.”

Well, at least that means that he wasn't about to do something horribly embarrassing, like accidentally urinating while his boyfriend was jerking him off. Nico probably would’ve shadow travelled across the world if that happened. He feels a bit relieved to know that, but also annoyed at himself for ruining it.

“Sorry,” he finds himself saying, though he’s not entirely sure what he's sorry for.

“Don’t apologize.” Will shakes his head and scoots up toward the top of the bed, resting against the pillows. He pats the space next to him, and Nico sits there with his knees pulled to his chest and his head against Will’s shoulder. He feels so exposed, but when Will wraps his arms around him like a blanket, Nico feels a little better.

“Do you wanna stop?” Will asks gently.

“No, but… I need a break, I think,” Nico decides. He can hear Will’s hum of approval, always proud of Nico for knowing when he needs to rest.

“That’s fine. Take as long as you need.” Will continues to hold Nico closely, rubbing his back and combing through his hair to help him relax. Nico does start to relax, no longer aching to be touched, but he can tell by the way Will is breathing that he is not very relaxed.

With a glance down, Nico can see that Will is still hard by the tent in his pajama pants, because of course he is— Nico is completely bare and Will, for reasons Nico doesn't understand, gets turned on by the sight of his naked body. He doesn’t mention it, or Will’s uneven breathing or the way he keeps shifting uncomfortably. He instead waits for Will to decide what to do.

“Nico, I have a…suggestion,” Will says after a comfortable few minutes of silence, his voice uncertain. “Um…it’s probably really weird, so you can say no and pretend I never brought it up.”

“Everything you do is weird,” Nico snorts, met with a frown from his boyfriend. “Sorry. What’s your suggestion?”

“You could, uh…watch me. Y’know.” Nico does not know, which Will seems to pick up on. He sighs, trying to figure out how to get his point across. “I mean, you could watch me…touch myself. So that you can see what happens, and maybe it’ll be easier for you. Sorry, this is weird—”

“Okay,” Nico cuts off his rambling. Will stops and looks at him, face red and flustered with a hint of confusion. “Okay,” Nico says again, looking Will in the eyes. “That might help me.”

“Oh. Okay. Then, I’m, uh, gonna take off my clothes,” Will says slowly, and Nico almost wants to laugh at his sudden shyness. Will untangles his arms from Nico to pull at the waistband of his pants and underwear, lifting his hips to remove them. “I’m gonna be really awkward at first. Sorry.”

Well, Nico is of course curious. So, now that Will is as naked as he is, he can't help but lean in to get a better look. It looks bigger than his own by a bit, and Nico doesn't quite understand the feelings that form because of that. It’s also just not the same as his own, but Nico isn’t sure if that’s normal or not because he hasn’t exactly seen any other dicks.

“Yours is different than mine.”

“That’s just ‘cause I got circumcised as a baby. Both ways are normal, though,” Will explains far too casually for the situation. Nico recalls reading about circumcision in the book and being horrified by the fact that they can just…remove the foreskin. He hadn't been able to visualize what it would even look like.

But now, he’s not going to be able to stop visualizing it. He never thought that he would attracted to something like a penis, but it’s a part of his super hot boyfriend, which automatically makes it attractive. And when that super hot boyfriend turns to look at him with a slight look of anxiety on his face, Nico can’t help but lean in and kiss the worry away.

Will melts into the kiss, letting out a relieved breath of air. Kissing Will has always made Nico’s heart beat out of his chest, but the intimacy of doing so in this situation makes everything so much more intense. When Nico notices the way Will is struggling to keep the kiss coordinated, softly moaning into his mouth, he slowly pulls away.

Nico trails his eyes down to where Will now has his hand wrapped around himself, slowly stroking up and down. The sight of Will pleasuring himself is enough to spark a small flame in Nico’s gut, even though it had all burned out due to his anxiety. He wants to sit there and stare like a creep, but he also wants to do something.

So, Nico leans in again and trails kisses along Will’s jaw and down his neck before sucking a bruise into the skin. It looks nice on his tanned skin, and Nico wishes he could just cover him in marks. He instead opts for leaving just one more mark along Will’s collarbone, pulling a sigh from his lips.

“Will, you’re so fucking hot,” Nico murmurs, watching as Will’s hips jerk and his hand speeds up. He realizes that he’s never actually said such a thing to him, only ever as an offhanded, more indirect comment that is perhaps layered within a joke about Will’s godly heritage. Will has always been beautiful, but now Nico also sees him as the target of his lust and desire, maybe even the source.

Nico caresses the soft, freckled skin of Will’s sternum and drags his fingers down to his stomach. He doesn't take this opportunity enough, feeling the strong muscles of Will’s abdomen, flexing as his body tenses. “I love watching you like this,” he confesses, because it’s true. He loves the way Will’s fingers tighten around his own cock, the sounds he makes, the way he furrows his brows in pleasure.

“Nico,” Will whispers his name breathlessly, followed by a sudden groan of frustration. “Fuck, I wish I had lube.”

“Hm? You use lube for this?” Nico questions.

“Mhm. It’s usually a little too dry without it,” Will mumbles, slowing his hand to instead collect the fluid that’s formed at the head. Nico realizes that Will was right earlier about him being really wet, because it seems that Will does not produce as much pre-cum as he does.

“I also—” Will continues, gasping as his thumb swipes across the sensitive head of his cock. “I also use it to finger myself sometimes.”

Nico gulps, already envisioning that. “Doesn’t that feel…weird?”

“It feels really good,” Will says, his back arching slightly. “You can do it to me, someday. Or I can do it to you, if you want. Or we can—gods, I just wanna do everything with you, Nico.”

Before now, he hadn’t fully realized that there were so many options. Nico isn’t sure when he’ll be ready for anything more, but he’ll give all of it a try, as long as it’s with Will. Thinking about the desire that Will holds for him, something Nico once thought was impossible, causes his anxiety to disappear.

Nico tosses a leg over Will’s lap to straddle him, catching his boyfriend by surprise. “I wanna try,” he blurts, gesturing to Will’s erection. “Can I?”

His breath catching in his throat, Will lets go of himself and nods. “Yeah. Please.”

Will had said that he wished he had lube, and Nico could just grab his lotion from his nightstand, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches down to his own cock, fully hard again and leaking profusely, and collects all of the fluid dripping down. Once his hand is a sticky mess, he spreads it all over Will’s length.

“Nico, fuck,” Will groans, letting his head fall back against the wall. “That’s—gods, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Better than anything I’ve imagined.”

The compliment boosts Nico’s confidence, so he doesn't think twice before wrapping his fingers around Will. “What do you imagine?” he inquires, feeling the way Will’s hips jump underneath him.

“Oh, I think about so much,” Will manages, a soft moan breaking free as Nico starts moving his hand, just a bit hesitantly. It feels different with no foreskin, something entirely new to Nico.

“About me?”

“Always about you, baby. I think about you every time I touch myself.”

Nico has to bite back a whimper at the comment. “Am I doing this right?” he asks, tightening his fingers. “Is this good?”

“Mm, go faster,” Will requests, gliding his hands down Nico’s sides to rest on his hips. Nico speeds up, earning a pleased sound from Will. “Yeah, you’re doing so good.”

The praise causes a shiver to run through Nico’s body, something he doesn't quite understand yet. He ignores it, putting all of his focus onto Will. He takes note of Will’s reaction to every twist of his hand and every swipe of his thumb, figuring out what he likes most so that he can do it again and again.

Nico doesn't shy away when Will rests his hands against his ass—in fact, he thinks he likes it. So, Will daringly lowers one hand a bit more to give him a gentle squeeze, even though he has more muscle on him than fat. Nico doesn’t tell him to stop.

“Nico,” Will begins, using the hand that’s holding his ass to pull him closer. “When—” he gasps, cutting himself off as Nico tightens his fingers in the way he’s found that Will likes. “When you touched yourself, what—what'd you think about?”

“I, um…I thought about you,” Nico confesses, unsure of why he feels ashamed to admit it.

Will lets out a needy whine, his other hand almost desperately gliding across Nico’s body, feeling everything that he’s never had the chance to feel. “What was I doing?” he asks, panting.

Nico is almost afraid to tell him, until he realizes that Will is getting off on this, on the knowledge that Nico wants him and thinks of him in such a way. He wants to know exactly what Nico desires, what he can do to please him.

“We were here,” Nico says after a moment, tentatively. “Except I was sitting at the edge of my bed, and you—” he sucks in a breath of air, letting his head drop to Will’s shoulder. “You were on the ground, on your knees. You…used your mouth on me.”

Will moans, broken and desperate, his hips jumping up even with Nico’s full weight on top of him. “Oh gods, Nico. I’m—fuck, gonna cum—” he whimpers, but Nico has no clue what he’s supposed to do about that. He lifts his head with a slight look of worry on his face and slows his hand, causing Will to cry out in need.

“No! Don’t stop!” Will gasps, so Nico goes right back to what he was doing before. “Yes, faster, please, please, please,” he rambles, practically unintelligible with the slurring of his words and his thicker-than-usual accent.

Nico watches in awe as Will’s head falls back against the wall and his back arches, his moans turning into whines and all the muscles in his body spasming at once. He’s surprised by the white liquid that spurts out and onto his hand, but he abides by Will’s request and doesn’t stop until he relaxes.

When Will slumps back against the pillows, Nico finally lets go of him to examine his hand, shaky and covered in that liquid. It’s sticky and should be gross, but it’s the result of Will’s pleasure, of what Nico did to bring him to that point. He thinks he would like to feel the way Will felt just a moment ago.

“Holy shit,” Will gasps, still panting as he sits up and reaches for the tissues on Nico’s nightstand. He cleans Nico’s hand before holding his face between his own hands, pressing soft kisses against his skin and lips. “That felt so good, Nico. You did so good.”

Nico shudders, grabbing at Will’s hair to kiss him deeply, because now that he knows what he wants, he wants it so badly. “Will…” he whines against his lips.

“I know, angel,” Will murmurs, giving him one more kiss before moving him off of his lap. Nico tries to get closer again, aching for any touch he can get, but Will doesn’t let him. Instead, he climbs off of the bed altogether. “C’mere, face me.”

Nico faces him, and Will grabs onto his hips to pull him even closer, until he’s at the edge of the bed and his legs are hanging off of it, feet against the floor. Will kneels down to the floor directly in front of him, looking up at Nico with wide eyes. “Will…” he says again, this time much more serious, with a hint of anticipation in his voice.

“I wanna suck you off, like you imagined. Can I?” Will asks, gently prying Nico’s thighs apart. It’s just like his dream, only so much better because it’s real. Maybe it really was a prophetic dream. Nico would be crazy to say no, so he of course nods his head. “I don’t really know how to do this, so it might be bad.”

Honestly, Will could’ve chosen not to tell him that, and Nico would’ve been under the impression that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows that Will has obviously never sucked anyone’s dick before, but he goes into it with confidence.

It only takes one lick up his length for Nico’s breath to hitch, so Will does it again and then parts his lips around the head, looking up to gauge his reaction. Nico tangles his fingers into Will’s hair when he sucks gently, and tightens them when he takes more into his mouth. Nico is person who likes to be in control of himself, so he’s surprised when his hips buck up into Will’s mouth.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he says quickly when Will chokes, leaning back so that he can cough.

“No, don’t be sorry,” Will says once his coughing has subsided, his voice rough in a way that Nico has never heard. His blue eyes are wet with tears, so Nico leans down and gently wipes them away. Will smiles, looking pleased with himself as he leans back in to lick at Nico again. “Tastes good,” he murmurs, and then takes him back into his mouth.

“Fuck—” Nico gasps, this time resisting the urge to thrust his hips upward. Will’s hands are pressing against his thighs, his lips parted around his cock as he successfully manages to go deeper than before, not quite all the way, but close.

It’s so much better than the dream, Nico realizes. Every bob of Will’s head as he fights against his gag reflex, every lick and suck, everything he does sends Nico closer to what he was feeling earlier. It’s so much, so fast.

“Will, I need—” he stammers, unsure of what it truly is that he needs. More? Less? For Will to never, ever stop making him feel good?

Will gives him one final suck, pulling off of him completely. “What do you need? I’ll give you anything.”

Nico whimpers as he feels Will’s soft hands caressing his thighs and moving up to his hips. He wants more of that, of Will’s tender touches, not just on his most sensitive parts. “I need you to hold me,” he whispers, feeling a bit pathetic.

“Sure,” Will agrees easily, standing up and climbing back onto the bed. He sits against the pillows, right where he was earlier, with his arms stretched out so that Nico can climb onto his lap, his legs both draped across Will’s right side.

Nico circles his arms around Will’s neck, clinging to him eagerly. Will holds him tightly around his waist, in the grounding way that Nico likes, and kisses him gently. Still twitching and whining, Nico is barely able to reciprocate the kiss, but he tries his best to maintain as much contact with Will’s body as he can.

Slowly and deliberately, as not to scare Nico, Will slides one hand down to his hip, across his thigh, and finally to his pelvis, where he wraps soft fingers around the base of his cock. Nico’s lips are no longer moving on his own accord, instead falling slack as his head drops to lean against Will’s shoulder. He didn’t calm down at all in the short minute since Will’s lips left him, only becoming more and more desperate.

“So beautiful. You’re doing so good,” Will murmurs, and Nico takes a moment to realize that Will is referring to him. His hand doesn't start slow and teasing, rather, he keeps Nico right where he was, climbing towards the peak, brings him the strength to keep going. Will’s fingers move over his cock in the most perfect way, as if he already knows exactly what Nico likes.

“Will—” Nico gasps, his thighs squeezing together and trembling. “It feels—” he tries to say, but finds that he doesn't know what he’s feeling, what he could possibly compare it to.

“It's okay,” Will whispers against his hair, pressing kisses on the black strands. His hand speeds up and tightens, pulling more moans from Nico. “You can relax, Nico.”

“I can’t—” Nico whimpers, burying his face into Will’s neck. He can feel his eyes watering, tears of overwhelming pleasure flowing steadily down his cheeks.

It’s as if all of his senses are lighting up at once. He can smell Will’s sweet scent of sunshine, can still taste his lips. He can hear the obscene wet noises, and he can see Will’s hand moving on time with the sounds. Most of all, Nico can feel his pleasure reach an intensity that he hadn’t thought possible, a warmth in his gut that has all of his muscles tensing.

“You can. I’ve got you,” Will insists. Nico wants to argue, but he’s too far gone. Will’s other hand moves up his back to the base of his neck, where he delicately glides his fingers through silky hair. That always seems to do the trick, even now. Nico sinks into his hold, barely processing it as Will speaks.

“Let go, angel.”

If he were thinking at all, Nico would think that he’s made it to Elysium. He burns, everywhere, but not in the painful way. Instead, he burns brightly in the way he does when Will heals him, a golden glow that reaches his soul. Maybe this is similar, another sort of healing.

Nico doesn't know what he’s saying, doesn’t even know what language he’s speaking. All he can feel is Will’s name on his lips, Will’s touch against his skin, Will, Will, Will, burning through him to reach his heart and soul. He feels more alive than he ever has, like something new has blossomed within himself, so he couldn’t possibly be in Elysium. Nico has a sense for death, and this is quite the opposite.

When he opens his eyes, he can’t see due to the blurry tears that have welled up in them. He squeezes them shut once more in hopes of clearing his vision, and feels Will’s gentle fingers drying his face. Once he can finally see, Nico finds himself laying on his bed—rather, laying on top of Will.

“Gods, you’re shaking,” Will says softly, partially to himself. He rubs his hands soothingly along Nico’s back, pulling the last of his whimpers out.

Nico tries to speak, but all that comes out is a broken moan. Will hums quietly, in the way he does when he’s smiling. “I—” he tries again, his voice sounding horribly wrecked. “I think you—” He almost says I think you killed me, but that would be inaccurate. “I think you…alived me.”

“Oh?” Will chuckles, and when Nico makes a weak attempt at lifting his head, he helps him. “I’ve never heard that one before.”

Nico sighs, putting the weight of his head onto Will’s hand that caresses his cheek. “I feel like you healed something in me that I never knew needed to be healed.”

“Ah, welcome to the joys of being a horny teenage boy,” Will jokes, despite the sincere smile on his face. “You'll never be able to stop thinking about sex. Congratulations.”

“Hm, that’s okay. I have a lot to catch up on.”

“Well, it can be inconvenient at times. It’s not very fun when it happens in the middle of work. Or dinner. Or when I’m sitting next to you and have to pretend I’m not having inappropriate thoughts about you.”

“You could just tell me what you’re thinking about, next time,” Nico suggests.

“Okay,” Will laughs, the soft blush on his cheeks darkening a bit. “Right now, I’m thinking about the pretty sounds you made when you came.”

In an attempt to hide his embarrassment, Nico drops his head down to Will’s shoulder, covering his face. “Did I, um, say anything weird…?”

“Oh, I have no clue what you were saying. It wasn’t in English or Ancient Greek,” Will informs him, which makes Nico feel a bit better. In that case, he was most likely speaking Italian, possibly Latin, though his knowledge of the language is limited.

Nico hums, letting out a deep breath of air against Will’s chest, almost as if he’s deflating. Slowly, he rolls to the side and off of Will, grimacing at the sticky mess between them. Despite how gross it is, he still feels a bit stunned that he produced such a substance.

Will turns toward him, ensuring that they do not go even a second without any skin-on-skin contact. “Thank you,” Will whispers after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Why are you thanking me?” Nico snorts. “You’re the one who helped me with my, uh…issues,” he decides on, for lack of a better word to describe the anxiety that he experienced going into this situation.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Will clarifies. He presses a kiss to Nico’s temple, smoothing his messy hair down as he does so.

Nico smiles, instinctively leaning into the touch. “I literally trust you with my life, Will. Obviously I trust you with my dick.”

“Gods, can’t you let me be sappy for a minute?” Will giggles, giving Nico a playful kick where their legs are intertwined. Nico can’t help but laugh along with him as he kicks back and uses the leverage on his legs to pull himself closer.

“Fine. Be sappy.”

“Fine,” Will retorts, trying and failing to put on a serious face for a moment. “I’m just…I’m glad you trusted me with something as special as that. I believe that sex is a very meaningful thing, so…I’m kind of amazed that I got to help you learn—that I got to provide you with such an intimate experience for the first time.”

Nico bites back a cheesy grin, because he will never truly admit just how much he loves Will’s occassional sappiness. “It was also your first time,” he mumbles.

“With another person, yes. But, you…” he trails off, the flustered look on his face indicating that he’s about to say something even more embarrassing. “That was your first time ever. Like, I was the one to make you have an orgasm for the first time.”

“And you’ve set my standards pretty high,” Nico mutters, as if he’s annoyed by the fact.

“Yeah, so have you. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get myself off, now that I’ve felt your hands on me.”

“I suppose you’ll just have to let me do it, then.”

“Wow, Nico,” Will laughs, a teasing smile on his pretty face. “You really are becoming a horny teenage boy.”

“Fuck off. It’s your fault.”