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Nico sits on Will’s bed, his boyfriend laying between his legs and onto Nico’s chest, playing a game Nico’s forgotten the name of. He tenderly runs his fingers through Will’s curls, working through any small knot there is and gently scratching at his roots. If Will were a cat, Nico was sure he would purr at the gesture. He loves scratches to his head, practically melting at the touch, always having a dopey grin paired with it.
He’s still adapting to modern technology. He went from the 1930s, to complete isolation, to watching his boyfriend play a game on a device that Nico finds more whimsical than the existence of gods. At least they had powers . “It just happens” is a better explanation than tons of small pieces fitting together to display whatever the person chooses.
So, he thinks of it like magic, watching as Will fiddles with a joystick, his character gliding through the air of a gorgeous landscape as music softly sings. Will is shaking his foot while he does this, jittering back and forth fast enough to send vibrations up the bed. Nico almost wonders how that doesn’t tire him, such a fast release of energy, but then he remembers how Will Solace is just a ball of energy. He’s like the sun personified; bright, giving and warm. He is almost always filled with ceaseless energy, bounding from one task to the next just for the fun of it.
He can’t sit still, but Nico can’t help but love it
He can’t help but love him.
Everything about him.
He plants a gentle kiss on the crown of Will’s head and wraps his arm around to hold Will’s face. He leans into it and Nico can feel him smile. He rests his own head atop his boyfriend’s and holds him closer as Will continues to play.
“I love you,” he says softly, voice just loud enough for Will to hear.
Will’s grin widens and he suddenly starts shaking his head, giggling as he does so. It startles Nico, who jumps from him. Will sits up, game easily forgotten as he flaps his hands. His mop of curls still flies about.
He spins around to look at Nico who can practically see the excitement in his eyes as he begins to glow.
Will leans in, resting his excited hand on Nico’s cheek and quickly kissing him sweetly. From there, he rolls out of bed and spins, hands still flapping and feet now occasionally stomping.
Nico can’t help but giggle as Will spreads his arms out and eventually slows his spinning to look at Nico. His eyes sparkle and his grin is infectious. He rushes up to Nico and kisses him again, this one longer before he pulls away, playfully stomping more.
Nico, now smiling ear to ear, can only say one thing; “yeah?”
Will laughs and nods, happily stomping with his hands over his face.
“I just love you so much!” He squeals, stopping with his arms once more stretched out. He turns to Nico, “So so much!” From his ears fly small sparks like fireworks
Nico can’t feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He holds out his hands and, happiness clear in his voice, says “c’mere pretty boy.”
Will walks to Nico, his boyfriend’s hands drifting to hold his face before kissing him. When he pulls away, he puts his finger under Will’s chin and sees his dorky grin. His face is flushed and his eyes are so full of love you can practically see hearts. His chest blooms with adoration and affection. He lightly scratches under his chin
Will falls onto the bed next to his boyfriend and covers his blushing face. Nico lays next to him, propping his head on his hand. Their feet dangle off the bed but neither of them seem to mind
“You’re beautiful,” Nico coos, pushing a curl from Will’s face.
Will spreads his fingers on his face to show his eyes. Slightly muffled, he says “I love you.”
Nico moves his hands and kisses him again.
Something in the back of his mind tells him this is cheesy and embarrassing, but he truly can’t bring himself to care. Right now, it’s just him and Will. The sun streaming through the blinds falls across Will’s face with golden ribbons, making him look at if he’s shining. His hands lie on his chest now and he looks at Nico with those eyes . The ones that tell him how loved he is, how enamored Will is with him.
“What was that?” Nico asks light heartedly
For a moment something flashes in Wills eyes akin to embarrassment, “uhm,” he looks away, “sorry,” he says, “it’s the- uhm- when I get really happy I do that. It’s- it’s called stimming,” he looks hopefully to Nico who’s heart aches, “it’s just how I get out my energy.”
Nico kisses his forehead, “I like it,” he says, “I love seeing you happy. Especially like that.”
“Really?” Will says, as if astonished. His eyes find their sparkle again.
“Yes,” Nico says with an incredulous laugh, “of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
“People usually think it’s weird?” Will replied with a shrug, “but it helps me. If I don’t do it, I get really overwhelmed and overstimulated. And that just makes me want to cry.”
“It’s not weird at all,” Nico shakes his head, “is that why you shake your foot?”
Will smiles a bit, “yeah, actually! I fiddle with pens, hum, click my tongue. Anything that comes to me.”
“I think I do that too,” Nico says with a shrug, laying on his back and finding Will’s hand. This time he can feel the way Will’s fingers tap on his knuckles. He recalls how Will taps his fingers on any surface, how he wildly waggles his fingers in the air when thinking of or looking for something. “I like-“ Nico does a circular motion with his two pointer fingers, spinning them around each other, just barely touching. He does it where he knows Will can see, “I do that. And sometimes I rub my fingers together.”
Will props his head up on his hands this time and Nico turns his head to him. “It’s really nice, isn’t it?”
Nico smiles, “yeah. yeah it is.”
Will sits up and flops to where his head hangs over the bed. He reaches for a box and pulls out an oddly shaped toy. He turns to Nico and wrings it around in his hands. Nico watches closely as it never knots, just twists and makes small sounds as the pieces spin. He so badly wants it.
Without Nico needing to speak, Will holds it out to him to which Nico quickly grabs it. He spins it, his eyes following as it twists and turns. He is immediately enthralled by it and all of its shades of blue.
“You can have it, if you want,” Wil says, laying back down, “I usually just call it a tangle. It’s a stim toy! For when you need something to fidget with.”
“Oh my god literally kiss me right now,” Nico jokes excitedly looking at Will. Will does, in fact, kiss him, just a peck, and Nico smiles, “I can really keep it?”
Will chuckles, “yes of course, Neeks.” He kisses his cheek and lays down. Will picks up his switch again and begins to play as Nico lays occupied with his stim toy. They sit in sweet silence, happy to have one another’s company as they do their own things.