A/N: Imma change the way I write the story. No more indenting. Too much work. Also, sorry if this is poorly written. It's not my best work. It's been a long week.

Nico looks down, blushing. "I'm sorry. If you're uncomfortab-"

Will grins, grabbing Nico's hands and bringing them up to his lips. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now."

Nico blushes even more, his heart beating faster. Almost as if he could read Nico's mind, Will says, "Calm your heart rate down, Death Boy."

"Shut up!" Nico yells, crossing his arms in mock annoyance.

Will yawns, his shirt going up slightly. Nico's cheeks flourished with more heat.

"Do you mind if I get a shower?" Will asks. "It was a long shift at the infirmary all this week."

"Go ahead. You can borrow a change of clothes tonight and tomorrow," Nico says, trying not to stare as Will takes off his shirt to reveal his perfectly toned body.

"Thanks," Will says, wrapping his strong arms around Nico quickly.

As the shower is turned on, Nico is left to his own thoughts. He actually likes me. Will Solace, the son of the sun. I'm sorry Apollo, but your son has got nothing on you.

Nico hears a thud in the bathroom.

"Will, are you okay?" Nico asks, knocking on the door.

"Yeah. Something just hit me in the back of the head. I don't know what," Will says.

Apollo, Nico laughs silently to himself.

Nico sits and pulls out a notepad and began drawing with his earbuds in.

Mind numb and hands flying blindly across the paper, Nico pours his emotions and feelings into the paper. He did this often. He never even thought about what he was drawing, he just drew. Sometimes, it came out as just a bunch of squiggles, other times, it came out as beautiful drawings.

As Nico finally came back to reality, he looked down at the paper. On it was the starting sketch of a boy lying on a bed, blankets placed lazily across him, his hips clear visible along with the rest of his top. His hands were behind his head and he had a crooked grin on his face.

Why would I draw this? Nico asks himself, blushing as he realized who it must be. Just then, the boy on paper walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist.

"Um," Will starts, scratching the back of his head. "Do you have PJs?"

"Yeah," Nico says, avoiding eye contact as he rummages through his drawers to find something to fit the older boy. He handed him boxers and PJ pants.

"Skulls? Really?" Will asks, holding up the boxers.

"Shut up," Nico says, slipping on his PJ pants, black with spider webs and blood on the design.

"Those are too scary!" Will pretends to cower away in fear. "I'll have to ask you to take them off later."

"Go get dressed, Solace," Nico says, blushing.

Will winks and gets dressed in the bathroom. Nico crawls into his bed and closes hi eyes. They snap open when he feels warm arms wrap around him.

"Good night, Tighty Frighties," Will whispers into Nico's ear.

"Was that supposed to be like Tighty Whities?" Nico asks.

"You know me too well," Will says, playing with Nico's hair. The boys started to relax more and more into each other's arms as the minutes went by.

As Will drifted off to sleep, the last thing he remembers were soft lips places gently on his.

*time skip to morning*

Nico's eyes open, greeted by a the sight of a sleeping Will. Will's eyelashes rested on his cheeks, casting shadows across his soft face. Nico slowly gets out of bed and grabs his notebook. He adds details in, and soon, the picture starts seeming realistic.

The next time he looks up, his model was sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Nico says, closing his notebook.

"Whatcha doing, Death Boy?" Will asks, sitting up.

"Nothing. Let's just go to breakfast," Nico says, standing up to get changed. "You can borrow some of my jeans."

"Won't they be a little small?" Will asks.

"I bought some that were way too big and I'm hoping I'll grow into them, but I doubt it," Nico mumbles.

"Nope. You got a few more inches to grow. And some more muscles if you work out," Will says. "I can tell that stuff. Apollo kid gift."

Nico blushes, Will was looking him up and down.

"Yup. Definitely should work out some more," Will says with a wink.

"Shut up. Get dressed," Nico grumbles, tossing some black skinny jeans at Will.

They both turn the opposite way as they get dressed. Nico slips on a black tee shirt as Will puts his camp shirt on from yesterday.

"These are..." Will starts, looking at his butt in the mirror. "Surprisingly nice. Wow, my ass."

"Trust me," Nico says with a laugh. "I know."