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“Nico, I need you to pay attention, because this question is important,” Will said, interrupting their walk in the woods to look him in the eyes and ask, “Have you seen any of the Star Wars movies?”
“Don't do that to me, you jerk,” Nico scoffed, giving him a light shove. “I've heard of them. But no, I haven't.”
“Not one? You don't know like Luke Skywalker, or Princess Leia, or even Darth Vader?”
Nico shrugged, “I’m still catching up on everything I missed, Star Wars is on my list.”
“Gods, Nico, you're like an edgy Captain America,” Will said.
“I understood that reference,” Nico said, somewhat proudly. From there, Will couldn't stop laughing. Nico was definitely missing context here, but no part of him wanted to interrupt his boyfriend. He always seemed happy, and yet each time he saw him smile or laugh it was like seeing him do it for the first time.
“You're the greatest,” Will said, his laughter dying down.
“Come here,” Nico said, grabbing Will by the hand and pulling him close. Because Nico was conveniently standing on higher ground, he was eye level with Will, who melted in his gaze. Nico leaned in, planting a fond kiss on his boyfriend's lips. Will sighed slightly, as if to show his appreciation for the act of affection. Nico pulled away slowly, and Will’s eyes pleaded. Nico smirked, and leaned in ever-so-slowly. Will’s eyes spoke of need, and anticipation built as Nico drew near. Will closed his eyes as he felt Nico’s breath, and his heart fluttered as he stole another kiss, this one more tender. “Let's go watch your movie, Solace.”
It wasn't far back to their cabin. Ever since they sent Will’s dad, Apollo, back to Olympus, things have been quiet. It was summer, which meant there were no campers left, just a small handful of staff. Chiron, Dionysus, some groundskeepers, and Oracle, and two counselors. Those being the sun and star themselves, Will Solace and Nico di Angelo.
And thanks to blessings left by Apollo, certain technologies became imperceptible to any monsters that might want to attack the demigods. Still, they couldn't use internet or bluetooth technologies, but they could use video players, arcade games, and older appliances.
So, the situation was right for the two twenty-year-old half-bloods to pop a VHS tape into the player, and sit down on the couch. “Do you want popcorn?” Nico asked, going through his cabinets.
“I wouldn't mind,” Will smiled. He wore his orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. He was not required to wear one, seeing as there were no campers, but the shirts were soft and comfortable. He often slept in them. “Thanks, babe.”
Will heard Nico rummaging around as the older TV started up. For what it was worth, this would still be better technology than Nico would have had at his age. Part of Will was jealous Nico would get to watch Star Wars for the first time in its original version. Will had only seen the remasters, so something about watching it on VHS felt more authentic. Like he was going back in time, and his little grump was coming with him.
“What are you thinking about?” Nico asked.
“How excited I am for you to watch this. You're getting to see the original version!” Will bounced slightly.
Nico paused, and his brow furrowed, “There's more than one version?”
“Yep!” Will said.
“Do I need to watch all the versions of this film?”
“No,” Will chuckled, “they're the same movie. The new ones just look better.”
“Then why don't we watch one of them?”
“Will you just sit?” Will asked. “Actually, get the popcorn first. Then sit.”
“Yes, sir,” Nico said jokingly. To the surprise of no one, Nico had taken up a slightly more assertive role in the relationship. Will was what campers referred to as a “golden retriever boyfriend.” Not just for his beautiful blond hair, but his enthusiasm, loyalty, and expressiveness. Where as they referred to him as a “black cat boyfriend.” Which basically meant he was more reserved. Nico couldn't remember where all of it came from, something online that had to do with the noises a clock made. If he cared enough, he'd ask Will to remind him, but he wanted to just enjoy the movie right now.
With a ding from the microwave, Nico opened it to the familiar smell of popcorn. Grabbing a small sliver of butter, he put it in the wooden bowl and joined Will on the loveseat. Clad in a black tank top, gray sweatpants, and white socks, he curled his legs up and leaned against Will. Will however, was more sprawled out. His legs were spread, he leaned back, and wrapped his arm around Nico.
Will pointed the remote at the TV and clicked the OK button, with no results. He tried it a few more times, before Nico started to get up. “Hold on, babe. I got it,” Will smiled at him, pulling him back in gently. It helped that Nico was the cold one, being that he was much shorter than his boyfriend. Nico was five feet and six and a half inches, the “and a half” because Nico told everyone it was there (though Will knew that it wasn't). Will, on the other hand, was six feet tall. Not much adjusting was needed for Nico to fit snugly under his partner's arm. Will pressed it a few more times before Nico looked up at him, expecting Will to get up. Determined to not to be wrong, Will smacked the remote against his thigh a few times, before clicking the remote, and the movie started.
“I think you got some popcorn on the ground,” Nico observed.
“Shush, you have to read this,” Will said. Nico wondered if this was a silent film. He didn't know that many movies past that era opened with on-screen text, but he would have to keep an open mind.
After the text, Nico watched as a spaceship soared over a brown planet, flashes of light flying across the silver screen.
As the movie progressed, he began to feel less and less invested in it. It seemed somewhat juvenile to him, something he would have enjoyed if he were still playing Mythomagic. He tried to pay attention, but he just wasn't able to stay engaged. A symptom of the ADHD most demigods possessed. He grabbed a bit of popcorn, accidentally brushing his hand on Will's leg. Will moved his eyes from the screen to smile at Nico, unbothered by the touch. Nico often lacked coordination, so Will thought nothing of it.
Nico moved closer into Will, and Will kissed him on the forehead. “Will?”
“Yeah?”
“I'm still cold,” Nico said. “I'm going to grab a blanket.”
“Want me to get it?” Will asked, moving slightly.
“No, I'll get it. Don't get up,” he whispered, standing up. He moved into his bedroom, and Will paused the movie. He was glad that the remote worked, he honestly didn't want to get up. He grabbed a fistful of popcorn and shoved it quickly into his mouth. He was hungry, but had no interest in making a mess over Nico. As he shoveled a second handful into his mouth, he realized he had finished off the bowl.
“Wow, Solace. I leave for ten seconds and you've already eaten it all,” he said, wrapped in a large white blanket. Will smiled, seeing how cute his boyfriend looked all swaddled up. He was usually so quiet about his needs. In the company of others he would never have expressed he was cold, or hungry, or tired. And surely he wouldn't stop what he was doing for what he considered nothing but comfort. He was glad Nico felt safe getting comfortable with him. Seeing Nico comfortable made Will comfortable.
He moved to the kitchen like a cutie Dracula, the edge of the blanket dragging on the floor. He grabbed another bag of popcorn without compromising his blanket cape, and put it in the microwave, nearly slipping on the hardwood floor as he did. He always slipped in those socks, but refused to take them off or wear shoes in the cabin. “You don't have to make another one, you know?” Will said.
“You just inhaled everything in that bowl, don’t tell me you're not hungry,” Nico said, watching the bag rotate. He walked over to the couch and grabbed a hold of the bowl, leaning over to kiss Will, who felt those butterflies dancing in him. “You're so cute when you're blushing.”
Will’s lips stretched ear to ear as Nico emptied the now-finished popcorn into the bowl, and put in a little more butter.
Moving back to the sofa, he put the bowl back between Will's legs, brushing against him again. This time Will shifted slightly. “Getting comfortable?” Nico asked as his boyfriend tugged lightly at his pant leg. Will blushed again. “So cute.” He sat down to his right again, and snuggled up the same way he had been.
“Are you comfortable?” Will asked genuinely.
Nico looked up to Will. “More than you know,” he said, craning his neck and pushing up slightly. Will’s heart melted, and he leaned down to kiss him. “Press play?”
“Oh, you like it?” Will asked. Nico didn't respond, and only pushed up closer against Will. Will turned it back on, and ate a little more popcorn. “Ow,” he said, spitting it into his hand.
Nico shook his head. He didn't always think before he acted. Although the same could be said for Nico as pulled an arm out of the blanket and stretched it out.
“It's still hot, babe,” Will warned.
“I was able to sniff that out, doofus,” Nico said, and instead wrapped it around Will's arm, and guided it down beside him. They continued to watch the movie, enjoying each other's company. “Will, I'm still cold,” Nico said, earning a look of concern from Will. “Can you join me under the blanket?”
Although he himself was comfortable, he didn't hesitate to nod in agreement. Instantly, Nico threw one end over Will's shoulder, and Will wrapped his end around them. Will smiled and watched the movie, feeling closer to him now that the blanket wasn't between them.
What he took a second to realize, though, is that his arm was back around Nico's shoulder, and he didn't feel the tank top. His arm moved slightly lower down before he realized not only was he not wearing a shirt, he wasn't wearing any clothes at all. “Nico?” Will asked.
“Shush, I'm trying to watch the movie,” Nico said.
Will wasn't sure what to make of this. He definitely had a higher sex drive than Nico. And Nico knew him well enough to know if he wasn't rock hard before, he definitely was now. He didn't want to assume that he was looking for that, and he stood by that he wanted Nico to be comfortable. He guessed if he was going to bring it up, it'd have to be after the movie. He put his arm around Nico's slender waist and rubbed his calloused hand along it. Nico shuddered slightly, and nuzzled his head into Will's shoulder.
Nico grabbed a piece of popcorn and slid it in his mouth, eyes not moving from the screen. He was interested to see what was going to happen now that Darth Vader had killed Ben Kenobi. He moved his hand towards the bowl again, but found himself brushing against Will's crotch. Will involuntarily bucked his hips ever so slightly, a move not missed by Nico.
Nico caressed him slowly, a quiet and low moan escaping Will's lips. Will, at this point, slid his arm down Nico's side and down to his ass. He held firmly onto the flesh there, and Nico moved to grab some more of the other snack between Will’s legs. He put another piece of popcorn in his mouth, and Will whimpered.
He looked over at his grump, and saw his eyes still glued to the screen. They were discussing plans on how to infiltrate the Death Star, and Nico seemed hooked. Not wanting to break his focus, he placed his hand on Nico's far leg and pulled him in tighter, and he felt his dick bounce onto his fingertip. He was definitely hard. That made two of them.
Snaking his hand out from behind his black cat boyfriend (a fitting description, as far as Will was concerned), he grabbed a hold of his shaft lightly, and slowly pumped up and down. Not quick enough that it was meant to distract him from the movie, but enough that he had something to do.
Nico also moved his hand to Will's crotch, unzipping his fly, but getting stuck halfway. He gave it a few light tugs before giving it a large one, and knocking over the popcorn. “Shit,” he exclaimed, rushing forward to try and catch it. Of course, he was unsuccessful, instead stumbling onto the floor. And now he was out of the blanket, displaying himself fully to Will. He wore nothing but his white ankle socks, which somehow seemed hotter to Will than if he was wearing nothing at all. It just made him feel more like Nico, and nothing made him hornier than Nico. Nico scoffed, “You always look at me like you've never seen my dick before.”
“Come here,” Will said, putting his arms out. He had to admit, Nico had a cute dick. With tight foreskin, it was about seven inches, which looked much bigger on his small body. No half-inch measurements were required. “Let me get a closer look at you.”
Nico did just that, but stopped about an inch away. “Why am I the only one naked?”
“You haven't undressed me, you grump,” Will said.
Nico narrowed his eyes, and Will's heart began to race, “You can undress yourself, night light. I want to watch.”
Will gulped, nervous despite them having been together so long. He pulled off his shirt, and his tan, toned body hit the sunlight. He had muscular arms because of his archery, even unflexed he looked strong. And his chest was muscular, too, but not bulky. He had a flat stomach, some definition, but covered by thin, fuzzy blond body hair. His fly was already unzipped. Now it came to the matter of his belt. He had some trouble taking off. He always kept his belt just a tiny bit too tight, even when no one was there to see. But he got it off, and pulled down both his jeans and boxers in one tug. He kicked them off of his feet, leaving him wearing nothing. Will's own dick jutted straight forward. Will was circumcised and had a thick six inches pointing at Nico, just begging to be touched.
“You're so eager,” Nico teased. “I like that.” Will's dick bounced. Nico moved in slowly, and put his fingers to Will’s chest. He pushed him back into the couch seat, and straddled his legs. He ended up resting on his thighs, and their manhoods touched. Nico wrapped his small left hand around them, his thumb around his own, and his fingers barely hooking around Will's girth.
Will looked over Nico's shoulder at the screen, “Should I pau-” Nico pushed his mouth into his. He pushed his tongue into Will's, who was happy to accept it. Nico flicked his tongue on the roof of Will's mouth, Will squeaked. Nico moved away, and held his hand on Will's chin. “What about the movie?”
“Shut up, Will Solace,” Nico said, shoving three fingers of his right hand into Will's mouth. Will hummed on his fingers, suckling on them like was trying desperately to keep them from leaving his mouth. When he felt his fingers were thoroughly coated, Nico pulled his fingers out with a pop. Now pumping both of their cocks with his left hand, he snaked his right hand in between his own legs, running them along his entrance. He slid his digits into his waiting hole, and exhaled quickly, never taking his eyes from Will.
“How did I get to lucky?” Will asked. Nico pulled his hands from their dicks and slapped Will firmly on the face. Will moaned.
“Don't speak. The movie's still on,” Nico ordered, and moved his hand down to grip Will's thigh. He hoisted himself up slightly, and firmly grasped Will's dick. Will let out a quick cry, which he quickly silenced in response to Nico's glare.
Nico lowered himself into Will, who was biting onto his knuckle to keep quiet. Nico, pale as a ghost with black hair seen only on his head and from the bottom of his belly button to the bush above his cock.
Now that he was resting right above Will's round balls, Nico leaned in and whispered in Will's ear, “Stay quiet. I still want to hear what's going on.”
Will nodded feverishly. Nico lifted himself up, and lowered himself down. He moved Will's hands to his hip, which he gratefully accepted. Nico began to bounce off him. He felt his hole stretch, he felt the imprint of Will tunneling through his caverns. And he felt full, and he felt warm.
Will, on the other hand, was trying very hard not to bite parts of his hand off. Eventually he had to grab hold of the blanket, and bite onto that. Nico gripped his length tightly, and Will could feel his breath. The shades and hues of his pale skin felt like a covered canvas to Will. The way his big cock swung on his small body, the way his balls bounced against his taint, he felt blessed to fucking the son of Hades. He was blessed to call him a lover.
Nico heard as the score became louder. He looked over as Luke Skywalker turned off his aiming system. Nico felt pressure build in him. Luke took a deep breath, so did Will. And as the music reached a climax, so did Nico. Luke Skywalker fired his shot into the Death Star, and Nico fired his onto Will. The first shot hit his face, he always shot strong. The second his chin, and the next two coated his stomach and chest.
As the Skywalker flew away, the Death Star exploded. So did Will's dick. He fired hot rope into Nico, who was leaned over and panting on Will. They sat like this for a few minutes before Nico grabbed the blanket and wiped Will off, giving him a kiss between each wipe.
The heroes of the story got their medals, and the men broke their kiss as the credits started to roll.
“So,” Nico said, “Do you have any more movies?”