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“I thought we already watched all the Star Wars movies,” Nico complained.
“We did. This one's new,” Will said enthusiastically, holding two tickets to The Mandalorian and Grogu in front of Nico.
Nico smiled. He could go on about consumerism or how Disney is beating a dead horse, but Star Wars was something Will really enjoyed. And Nico enjoyed Will. Plus, Andor was phenomenal, so he was willing to give this one a chance.
“When do we go?” Nico asked.
Will grinned back at him. “Soon. Let's go.”
And just like that, Will grabbed onto Nico's hand and led him out the door. Neither drove, there was no need in New York when the nearest theater was only blocks away.
The walk was warm, despite the cold air. Will smiled widely, and Nico observed. The way the light hit his bronze skin, creating a glow around his cheeks and the freckles that adorned them. The way that even though it wasn't a full smile, his teeth still showed. The way that his golden blond hair seemed somehow brighter in the light. Some might think it was because he was a child of a sun god, but Nico knew it was because he was Will, and Will was his light.
“What?” Will asked, facing Nico who had been staring for too long.
Nico shrugged. “Maybe I just like looking at you,” Nico said. Will blushed. He was so easy. “Or maybe you have something in your hair.”
“Huh?” Will reached for the right side of his head.
“The left,” Nico said. Will touched the other side of his head. “No, the left!”
Will ran his hand quickly back and forth through the whole of his hair and looked back at Nico for confirmation. Nico shook his head. “Can you get it for me?” he asked.
“Yeah, hold still,” Nico said. They stopped, and Nico turned to face him. With his left hand, he reached up to Will’s shoulder and lowered him down slightly. Will complied, the six (or five and a half) inch height difference was no secret. Nico freed his right hand, and with both hands he cupped Will’s face before he planted a kiss on his forehead.
“Aww,” they heard, and both turned to see an older woman cooing at them.
He released Will and smiled slyly as they walked away and Will tried to cover the flush that reddened his tan skin. “You're a dork,” Will said quietly.
“You're the one taking me to watch Star Wars,” Nico reminded him.
“Touché.”
When they arrived, Nico tried to skip the snack stand, but Will insisted they get drinks, a large popcorn, two bags of M&Ms, and a lot of napkins. When they took their seats at the back of the theater, Nico reached for his M&M bag.
“No way,” Will said, as he tugged it away. “I didn't get two bags and popcorn just so we could eat them separately. Behold! My glorious creation.” He tore the bags open, and dumped them into the popcorn, then shook the bucket so they would settle. Nico blinked at him, more focused on all the kernels he just lost in the shakeup. “You can feel free to thank me later.”
The trailers played on, and Will watched attentively, always sure to keep his finger on the pulse of upcoming movie releases, since the internet was too dangerous for demigods to use.
Will had already eaten half the bucket when he looked down and frowned. “I need you to hold this so I'm not done before the movie starts,” he said.
Nico laughed, and rested it between his legs. Nico took a bite of Will's concoction, and he had to admit, it was good. But he thought he might have liked the M&Ms on their own a little better. Will took the occasional bite, but the added distance did help him pace his eating just enough that there were a few popcorn kernels in the bucket by the time the movie was starting.
The lights dimmed, the music swelled, and they heard that iconic opening theme. “Hey Nico?” Will whispered. Nico looked over at him. “This is for making me blush in public.”
And he reached down between Nico's legs again, but rather than get his hands on the last bite of popcorn, he got his hand on Nico's crotch.
Nico let out a quiet, involuntary gasp. He looked around to make sure no one had heard him, but of the few within eyeshot, their eyes were all fixed on the screen. He wondered if this is why Will had chosen the back row. Nico looked back at Will, who was also focusing on the screen again, but he was also slowly tracing his fingers back and forth across Nico’s groin.
Nico felt his pants tightening, felt his underwear tug. He thought of moving Will's hand away, but by the smile tugging at his lips, he knew he couldn't give this one to Will.
He rested his hands on the armrest, doing his best to focus on the movie while Will absentmindedly caressed him. This went on for about half an hour until the tightness in his pants began to become too much, and Nico shifted his position. Will have him a squeeze.
Nico stifled a whimper as Will's hands gripped his shaft through the fabric of his sweatpants. Two could play at his game.
Nico reached over to his side and stroked the back of his hand along Will's thigh. First over the fabric of his shorts and back down to his knee, but then flipped his hand and dragged his cold palm slowly from his knee and up the warmth of his thigh under his clothes. Will shuttered, and his hand fell limp on Nico's pants. His fingertips grazed Will's balls before he traced his nails back down the length of his thigh. Boxers and cargo shorts, a combination that always made it easy to access Will if the situation called for it.
Nico dragged his fingers back up Will's thigh, and this time they found themselves resting right beside Will’s hardness. Will wished he could turn to him, tell him how cruel he was, but he was reminded of the cards in his own hand when Nico’s dick twitched in it.
Will gave Nico's dick a retaliatory stroke. Even through fabric, Nico couldn't help but buck into it.
When he saw Will smugly take a sip of his drink, Nico was reminded that demigods were competitive by nature, and this was not a game Nico would allow himself to lose. He hooked his finger over the base of Will's cock, and before he could set the drink down, wrapped his thumb around the bottom and gave it a firm stroke. Will coughed out his drink, taking his hand away from Nico’s pants so he could cover his mouth with his arm while his other hand held his cup for dear life.
Nico, however, did not let up. He stroked on, up and down Will's hard, thick shaft as his knuckles slid up and down Will's thigh and the inner fabric of his boxers.
When Will's coughing fit had stopped, Will took the bucket out of Nico's lap and set it on the ground, the motion of it forcing Nico to withdraw his hand.
Will looked directly at Nico before he planted a kiss on his lips, and then dug his hand past Nico's waistband and latched right onto his cock. Nico bit down on Will's bottom lip to keep himself quiet, and Will licked the top of Nico’s all the while.
Will was relentless, and when he pulled away, Nico continued to lean forward, pressing his face into Will's bicep to keep himself quiet. Will stroked his hair with his free hand while he jerked him off with the other.
Will liked him like this. So sensitive, so pliable. But he wouldn't stay that way. Even though he was at a disadvantage, having been teased for so much longer, he still had enough wit to lick his hand and slide it up Will's thigh again, and put himself to work. But unlike Will, Nico wasn't stroking him anymore. Nico was cupping his slick hand over Will's mushroom head.
Will had to lean his own face into Nico's neck. The sensation was driving him crazy. It was overstimulating, but in a way that was enjoyable because Nico was the one providing it. And that made it all the harder to keep quiet.
“Say I win,” Nico growled to Will in a hush.
“Never,” Will groaned.
And so they kept their promises. Nico’s cock got rigid, and it started to fire off. He bit into Will's shoulder to keep himself quiet, and though Nico’s hand stopped moving with the grace it had before, Nico biting him was enough to send Will over the edge two spurts into Nico’s own orgasm. Will's first shot hit Nico’s palm. Nico moved his hand for the second, causing Will to cum on his knee and leaving a rope along his leg. The third dribbled out onto this thigh, and both men withdrew their cum-soaked hands. They huffed and puffed, and both were amazed to find that not a single head had turned their way.
Will pulled a sleeve of napkins out of his hoodie, glad he had grabbed enough for their sizable outputs. “You planned this before we started, didn't you?” Nico asked, lazily looking at the napkins from the comfort of Will's chest.
Will smiled. He whispered, “About thirty seconds after that older woman saw us kiss.”
Will cleaned them both up, and shoved the napkins in the bucket. “I love you 3000,” Nico said.
“Wong franchise,” Will corrected, but he leaned in and kissed him anyway. This kiss was different from the ones they shared before. The one on the street was one of affection. The one while they stroked each other was one of desire, of hunger. But this one was tender, loving, and deep. One that only the two of them could share. “And I know.”
Suddenly, the music blared, and they heard an all-too-familiar fanfare. Both turned to face the screen, and we're hit with the realization that the movie was over, and neither had been paying attention.
The two exchanged knowing glances. They were going to have to watch it again.