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2nd2ndalto · 6 months ago

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nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention

Chapter 4

(chapter 3 here)

“Huh?” Will’s brain is having serious difficulty making sense of anything other than Nico and more, any other thoughts shoved aside, meaningless. “You don’t – you –”

Nico pulls back enough to look Will in the eye. He looks anguished. “I like you. In a – a romantic way. Or like, sexual. Whatever. Everything.”

Nico, heartbreakingly, extracts himself entirely from their embrace, sitting up and scrubbing his hands roughly over his face. “Fuck, I didn’t want to tell you this way. I don’t know if I was ever going to tell you, honestly. And like – please don’t think I’m expecting anything from you, and I’d literally die before I’d ruin our friendship –”

“I love you,” Will blurts out. Physically unable not to, he twines one hand with Nico’s, wraps the other around Nico’s wrist.

Nico grimaces. “You don’t have to say that. But – I love you too. Obviously.”

“No,” Will says, impatient, “I love you in all those ways, too. Romantically. Sexually. All of it.”

“You don’t, though. That’s – that’s the spores talking, or whatever –”

“No, it’s not,” Will insists, struggling to access what’s left of his language abilities. He sits up. It’s awkward, because he’s holding onto Nico with both hands. But he’s completely unwilling to let go. “The spores increase arousal. They don’t create attraction where there is none. Nico, I’ve been in love with you for seven fucking years.” The words drop into the warm space between them.

Will hadn’t realized how good it would feel to finally say it out loud. He’s still hopelessly turned on, really fucking uncomfortable, but gods. Finally, it’s not a secret anymore. And if Nico might actually feel the same –

But Nico mostly looks like he’s struggling to make sense of all this, brow furrowed, eyes flicking between Will’s like he’s trying to figure out where exactly the miscommunication is occurring. “I – I would have known, though –”

“Not if I didn’t tell you.”

Then there’s a glimmer of something like relief, or hope in Nico’s eyes. “But – why wouldn’t you have told me?”

“Because I was scared of losing you. Because I knew you didn’t feel the same way. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know, Will – lots of reasons. Back when we were kids, I didn’t even think we’d make it to eighteen…” Nico trails off, his gaze flitting over Will’s face, fixing on Will’s mouth.

“But we did,” Will whispers.

“We did,” Nico echoes.

Will sways closer. Nico’s lips are parted, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Can I kiss you?” Will says, hushed.

Nico’s mouth, already gorgeous, curves up into the most beautiful smile Will’s ever seen. “Yeah,” he whispers.

The kiss is messy and overeager. Their teeth meet at the same second their lips do, and then there’s just gasping breath and heat. Will grabs the back of Nico’s neck to get him closer at the same time that Nico leans in and Nico makes a muffled squeak of pain as their noses collide.

“Shit, sorry,” Will gasps.

Nico raises a hand to his nose, reflexive, and Will, completely unable to keep his mouth to himself, leans back in again to press kisses anywhere he can reach – Nico’s cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, the hand still cradling Nico’s nose. There’s a wild buzz of heat, of wanting, but also such excruciating relief that Will’s eyes burn with tears.

“Are you okay?” Will asks between quick presses of his lips. He doesn’t want to leave a single inch of Nico untouched by his lips, needs to devour him.

“Yeah.” Nico lets out a breathless giggle. “Will, wait.”

He pulls back and Will whines pathetically. But when he manages to focus on Nico’s face, the expression there is worth all of it; warm and fond and real.

“Just let me –” Nico cradles Will’s face in his hands, so gently that Will thinks his heart might burst.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” Nico whispers. “Let me at least give you a proper first kiss.”

He leans in, the slightest tilt of his head, presses his lips oh-so-carefully to Will’s. His thumb strokes over Will’s cheek and Will melts like butter. Another press of Nico’s lips, just as soft, just as gentle. Nico pulls back just the tiniest bit, presses their foreheads together.

“I love you,” he says, earnest.

Will beams. “I love you, too.”

“Gods, I want to keep kissing you,” Nico whispers in a rush.

Will makes a noise like a squeak or a hum, and then they fall into each other again, desperate and clumsy and breathless. Nico’s mouth opens against Will’s and he moans, the sound vibrating through Will’s body, every inch of him throbbing with want. Nico’s clutching at his arms, his shoulders, like he’s trying to crawl right into Will’s skin, like it’s impossible to get close enough.

“Sorry,” Nico gasps between searing kisses. “I wanted to go slow but –”

Will shakes his head, quick. “Slow next time,” he manages before diving back in, messy kisses to Nico’s jaw, sucking, lapping, grazing stubbled skin with his teeth.

He thinks Nico laughs, and then they’re toppling to the bed and Will’s yanking Nico down on top of him, hard. Finally, finally, they press together, everywhere, and the relief brings a sob from Will’s throat. Nico groans, his hips bucking, their aching cocks pressing together through too many layers, and Will grabs at Nico’s ass to draw him in, grinding against him, hooking his ankles around Nico’s knees, anything to get closer.

“Fuck,” Nico pants. His face is pressed to Will’s neck now, not even properly kissing, just kind of mouthing, hot and wet. “Does it have to be sex-sex? Not that I don’t want to, but – would be nice not to – rush –”

“No idea,” Will gasps, incredibly distracted. “Let’s just keep trying things until something works.”

Nico makes a sound that might be agreement and then his hands skate down Will’s shoulders, over his ribs, a trail of heat in their wake. He shoves clumsily at the waistband of Will’s pants. And gods, what a stupid dilemma - because Will realizes they need to be naked, now, but that’s going to involve moving apart, and there’s a stupid fucking button and a zipper in the way and he can’t think of anything more impossible.

Luckily Nico moves first, undoing Will’s pants with shaking fingers while Will shoves Nico’s sweats down enough to grab two glorious handfuls of his ass, pulling Nico back in just as they both manage to kick their pants out of the way.

And that’s Nico’s dick pressed right into his, both of them aching hard and leaking and somehow still not close enough.

Will’s never wanted anything more. He’s never felt so wanted. He’s a mess of emotions, a tangled jumble of arousal and impatience and the all-consuming love he’s had for this boy ever since they were teenagers.

Nico tries kissing him again, but they’re both shaky and breathless and they end up just panting into each other’s faces and writhing together. Will doesn’t even know if he can do anything right now, form thoughts or plans or anything – all of his brain is taken up by heat and friction, Nico’s skin on his, the only thing that matters in the entire universe.

Nico’s always had a cool head under pressure, though, and he gets a hand between them, fumbling for Will’s dick. Will cries out, hoarse, bucking up into Nico’s hand, so desperate for release that his vision blurs. With the last bits of his brainpower, he reaches for Nico’s dick, too. Nico moans, but he shoves Will’s hand away.

“You first,” Nico pants. “That okay?”

Will thinks he nods, but it’s impossible to say right now, because Nico is mouthing at his collarbones, at his throat, and Nico’s erection is grinding into Will’s thigh and his warm fingers are wrapped around Will’s dick and Will takes a second to seriously worry that he might actually pass out from how amazing it all feels before he ever gets a chance to come.

Nico makes a sharp little noise of frustration, pulling his hand away long enough to spit into it, immediately returning it to Will’s cock, tight, firm tugs that have Will gasping and arching and shaking. The rhythm of Nico’s hand is quick and relentless, and Will feels the tension build in his body until he wants to scream with it. He’s sure he’ll be aching all over, tomorrow.

A few more strokes and Will comes fast and hard with a wrenching groan and a wave of relief that’s almost too much to bear, flooding from his scalp to his toes. Nico slows the motion of his hand, stroking him through the aftershocks until Will collapses, sweaty and boneless.

Nico’s still hard, a scalding pressure against Will’s thigh, but he returns to Will’s mouth for messy, breathless kisses as Will manages to come back to himself.

“So good,” Will gasps. “So good, Nico.”

Nico whines into his mouth and Will manages to get both hands on Nico’s ass again, pulls him in, hard.

“Fuck, I wanna –” Will’s not even completely sure what he wants to do – everything, honestly. His head feels clear, finally for the first time since the effects of the pollen took hold.

And – “I can feel you,” he realizes aloud, his voice hoarse as he pulls back from the kiss.

“Huh?”

“I can feel you. Your – your energy, and your vitals, and –” Will’s voice goes squeaky and his eyes blur with tears. He’s clutching Nico’s arms, the crashing wave of feeling completely overwhelming as his powers unblock and Nico floods his system. He hadn’t realized how much he missed it.

“Gods, I can feel you,” he breathes, tears spilling over his cheeks.

Nico looks a little worried, maybe at the intensity of Will’s reaction, and Will decides the best way to remedy this is with more kissing. Luckily, Nico seems to be in complete agreement, melting into it, hot and breathless.

And all the kissing and touching was amazing before, but now with the added benefit of all Will’s extra senses – gods. He doesn’t know how he’s ever going to stop touching Nico. He wants everything, now. But the relief of his orgasm, the release of the last few hours of tension has left him weak and shaky.

Will manages to pull away far enough to say, “can you kneel over me?”

Nico’s eyes go wide. Gods, he’s gorgeous – sweaty and desperate, lips kiss-swollen, hair everywhere. He looks suddenly unsure, though.

“Please,” Will whispers. “I wanna suck you off so bad, but I don’t know if I can move –”

Nico takes in a sharp inhale, his eyes flicking to Will’s mouth. “Are you sure?”

“So sure,” Will assures him. “But it’s okay if you don’t –”

“I want to,” Nico says, and that sends heat sparking over Will’s skin all over again.

Careful about it, Nico gets to his knees, his eyes never leaving Will’s. Will lets his gaze drift over Nico’s body, rapt and grateful. The first time he’s really had the permission to look. And there’s not enough light to fully appreciate the view, but – “gods, you’re beautiful,” Will breathes.

He raises his hands to touch, ghosting over the lines of Nico’s chest. Warm skin, firm muscle. He lets his fingers trail lower, over Nico’s ribs, his narrow hips, the fine trail of hair below his navel, reverent. Will plans to learn all of it by heart with his fingers, with his mouth.

There’ll be plenty of time for that though, he reminds himself. Because this – them – this is real now. And what Nico needs most is –

Will runs fingertips over Nico’s hip bones, finally caressing his cock.

Nico moans, a hand shooting forward to steady himself against the headboard.

Will’s captivated. He runs his fingers up and down Nico’s length, cups a hand over his balls. He swipes a drop of moisture from the head of Nico’s cock, sucks it off his fingers. Nico’s still watching him, eyes half-lidded, breath coming fast.

“Will.” Nico’s voice is hoarse with need, and it sets Will alight. He’s no longer under the influence of the spores, but he’s suddenly just as desperate.

“C’mere.” Will gets his hands around Nico’s thighs, urging him closer. Nico supports himself against the headboard, shuffling in until his cock is right over Will’s mouth.

“Please,” Nico whispers. He sounds wrecked. Will’s more than happy to help with that. It takes a little adjusting, an extra pillow under Will’s head and some truly earth-shattering little whines from Nico, but finally, finally, Will gets a good grip on Nico’s cock, moaning as he wraps his lips around the head.

Nico makes a soft sobbing sound, widens his stance to give Will better access.

Will doesn’t waste time, sucking hard, stroking with one hand, the other a firm grip on Nico’s thigh. Nico’s panting, gasping, and Will’s never wanted anything more than to feel Nico spill over his tongue. Next time, they’ll have time to take things slow. Next time, Will plans to learn every little touch, every little movement that makes Nico crumble to pieces.

For now, though, he sets up a firm, quick rhythm with his hand and his mouth, swirling his tongue, moaning as he takes Nico deeper into his mouth. Nico, careful as always, is clearly trying very, very hard to keep himself still, not to thrust into Will’s throat. He’s trembling everywhere, legs shaking, every muscle tensed.

A few more tight, wet strokes, and Nico chokes out, “Will, I’m –”

Will thinks Nico might make a move to pull away, but he grabs Nico’s ass, pulling him in just as Nico cries out, hot spurts over Will’s tongue.

Will swallows, and swallows, his mouth working around Nico’s cock, one hand still clutching at Nico’s ass – until Nico makes a sound of protest and Will reluctantly loosens his hold. Nico drops down awkwardly, a boneless heap. Will thinks he hears the sound of Nico’s head collide with the headboard, and Nico lets out a grunt.

“I almost fell dick-first on your face,” Nico says weakly.

Will beams where his face is smushed into Nico’s side. “There are worse ways to go.”

Nico snorts.

Somehow, then, they manage to shuffle around until Nico is properly cuddled into Will’s chest. Exactly where Will has wanted him for years. Will buries his face in Nico’s sweet-smelling hair – petrichor and the hotel shampoo – and closes his eyes.

“That was incredible,” Will whispers.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Nico breathes. “I – I feel like I might be dreaming.”

“Want me to pinch you?” Will offers.

Nico snuggles in closer. “Maybe later,” he mumbles.

“What do you wanna do tomorrow?” Will asks. Though he has a pretty good idea of what he’d like to do tomorrow. He’s adding new items to his mental list every few minutes. And not a single one of them involves leaving this room.

“Dunno. More of this.”

Will smiles, squeezes Nico tighter.

“See if we still like each other when we’re not under the influence of weird magical drugs,” Nico adds, sleepy.

As it turns out, they do.

Notes:

1. Thank you SO much for all the lovely comments on this one - they've really kept me going :) 2. There was some joking about mpreg on my discord server. That was never my intention, but imagine - nine months from now, a baby shows up on Nico's doorstep, kind of like an Athena brain baby. Bwahaha. 3. I kind of wonder if Iris got tired of all Will & Nico's endless Iris messages (& accompanying yearning) and set them up on this quest on purpose. 4. Thanks once more to @rosyredlipstickfor the beta :) 5. Thank you for reading!! This one was so much fun to write. Feel free to send random asks or suggest which other terrible tropes I should write! (no guarantees, but suggestions are appreciated)

#Nico di Angelo #will solace #solangelo #my writing #fluff and smut #rated adult #sex pollen #but it's very consensual #NOT fuck or die #aaaaand now I can finally get that Jason Mraz song out of my head

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