AN:
What dignity?

"You know, if I knew you were fucking gay then I would've not had to held myself back every time I saw your hot ass."

Will gulped. Twice.

The crackle of electricity held a challenge in the air.

If he could just lean in—

"Hi! Welcome to Yeti's, here are your menus, just give me a shout when you're ready to order!"

As the waitress made her presence known, Will didn't think he'd ever jerked so blatantly in his life. And as she practically skips away, Nico already leaning back against his own booth, grinning with success. Winking from behind his menu.

And though it seemed like Nico drew the last straw, Will refused to let the Italian win this little, unnamable game.

"And who told you to hold back?" Will asked, mustering up as much courage as he could get. His eyes stayed glued on his own menu, but they just craved to scan his date's face (that he could just feel burning a gaze into his head) just to check for that blush to longed to seek.

Instead, what he got was a nudge against his ankle, catching him off guard enough that he almost dropped his cool. The tip of the Italian's combat boot traced sultrily against his calf, erupting a trail of fire underneath.

"I don't know," Nico responded, casual and seemingly calm; the under table ministrations displaying no avail. "But trust me when I say that I say no intention to any longer."

Will's self control was plummeting several hundreds of miles per hour, and couldn't help but give into the flicker of eyes to meet the alluringly intent gaze staring back at him. Nico's expression overflowed with mirth, a single eyebrow quirked in a challenge.

Will refused to let him win.

"Are you guys ready to order?" Returned that same, buoyant waitress that bounced back, with simply too much enthusiasm laced in her voice that it could be considered annoying. Especially in the thrilled charge of the moment.

"Sorry," Will began, speaking before thinking. Standing up from his side of the booth, grabbing Nico's unsuspecting wrist, "We were just leaving."

He was glad when the Italian didn't resist at all.

~*~

Nico's lips were still hot on Will's even as they burst through the door.

And one would think, coming from two people who have barely even spoken a couple of sentences to each other prior to that day, that their movements would be shy, tedious and guarded.

Yet each collision of lips, each firm glide of hands, was made with an unspoken, mutual assurance of no boundaries.

Will, in some irrelevant corner buried in the back of his brain, somewhat realised that kisses weren't supposed to be searing. That kisses didn't usually come paired with the sensation of a sizzling firework on the verge of detonating.

But with the way Nico's lips eagerly locked against his own in a perfectly messy eagerness, Will very quickly realised that this accompanied scorch was something he's been missing out on for his whole life.

Will fisted the leather of Nico's jacket, caught just above his lean waist, in an attempt to bring the two impossibly closer. However the Italian just whined in protest against his mouth, instead pushing the blond away for a brief moment, Will looking on under hooded lids and blown pupils as Nico swiftly shrugged off the suddenly heavy and offending article of clothing.

It was Nico that drew them back together, outstretching fully exposed, pale arms and looping them around the blond's neck. Long fingers lingered pleasurably enough to have a trail of goosebumps follow their winding path until they firmly knitted themselves into golden locks. Will hummed appreciatively at the sensation, a subtle tug of Nico's bottom lip to signify his gratitude.

But that seemed to get a frenzy out of the raven haired boy, and soon enough Will was caught off guard when his back hit the wall with a satisfying slam. And although the blond tried to lean in for another kiss, he was more than pleased with the sight of his roommate stripping off his pitch shirt instead.

"You're gorgeous," Will voiced with a little too much fondness that shifted the heated lust to an intimacy. Yet he practically gave away his word with the tone he used, he really did think Nico was the most beautiful person in the god damn universe. With eyes as captivating as a black hole and a body smooth, slender and sharp, Will tried to savour the sight as much as possible — in the few seconds he could.

Yet there was no blush upon Nico's cheeks, and across that angelic face laid a devilish smirk in its place.

"Don't hold back," Nico purred against his ear. Will shivered in response; it was the only warning he got.

Nico dropped to his knees.

Soon, almost too soon, there were slim hands tugging at the buckle of his belt, then his button, and then his zipper. All until the very obvious tent was only concealed by the fabric of navy blue boxers without the restriction of denim.

Nico palmed him through the cloth as if he'd been doing this for years. Skilfully applying the teetered amount of pressure to draw a gasp yet feed the strife for more. And though Will knew he was being played with like a fiddle, he couldn't help but give in to what Nico wanted.

"Nico..." the blond gasped at the circular motions of the Italian's hands shooting sparks of edging satisfaction up his spine.

"Yes?" Nico responded, gazing back up at Will with faux innocent irises through beautiful dark eyelashes fluttering against his supple skin. "What is it, Will?"

The raven haired boy increased the pressure of his palm and Will was undoubtedly certain that he was already as hard as he could get. Yet, through the sharply sucked breath as a result to Nico's heavenly touch, he still narrowed his eyes down at the boy on his knees.

"You know what," Will replied breathily, not yet pliant to Nico's teasing.

A deviously formed frown etched against his thin lips, a slight shrug of bare shoulders conveying an all too over-exaggerated unbeknownst to what exactly Will wanted.

"Oh?" He said with a false confusion woven into his tone, irritatingly alleviating all the pressure against Will's groin, making the blond groan in disapproval. "Sorry, I don't know what you want."

But that wet, red tongue darted out to swipe against Nico's own lip in an all too blatant display of knowing where exactly Will's intentions were.

Don't hold back.

Will finally caved, "Fuck, just suck me off."

Nico's mouth enveloped Will's bare length in an instant. Underwear tugged away without a second thought, lips parted upon him so quickly that Will couldn't help but choke on a moan. By sheer reflex, calloused fingers slipped and gripped at silky strands of stygian hair, a hiss of pleasure awarded to the Italian when he drew back, sucking expertly upon the head.

Every nerve was charged with thrumming bliss, increased by a tenfold as Nico began to bob back and forth. Will's grip slackened on the Italian's hair, allowing his roommate full control. It was better watching on to it from above, edging the blond so close to the edge seeing Nico on his knees for him, so eagerly blowing him like it was all his life was leading up to. All the shameful images Will had conjured up in his head could never compare to the real thing; Nico actually looked like he belonged there.

But then Will's finger cooled tighter, "Fuck, Nico, I'm so close..."

And then the hot, wet sensation was lifted so suddenly Will let out a cry of frustration.

Nico's smirk was anything but subtle, outstretched in a tease.

Will was having none of it.

"Wouldn't want to finish that early now, woul— ah!"

The blond bent down, scooping an unexpected Nico up with a lust fuelled strength, in the while of shucking off the remainder of his jeans and boxers that were pooled around his ankles. Nico's arms and legs latched onto Will's frame instantaneously, a sharp cry of surprise sounding as a result of the sudden dynamic change in power.

Will wasted no time in reclaiming Nico's lip, no longer settling for the equal balance and instead thrusting his own dominance into the kiss, completely invading Nico's mouth. The Italian let out an uncharacteristic him in response, the sound only fuelling the fire.

Not so gently, he dropped Nico onto the couch, letting his own hands trail down the dips and curves of the Italian's torso before swiftly stripping the ripped skinny jeans that concealed with long legs. Will didn't bother with slow and loving anymore, his tested patience demonstrating in the way he roughly yanked down Nico's underwear.

There was no hesitation when he gripped Nico's length, and he eagerly swallowed the moan emitted against his lips. Ever so (infuriatingly) softly, his moved his hand up and down, his thumb just about teasing his slit. In spite of Nico's cravings, Will was more than satisfied with the way the Italian's back arched with an unintentional grace, chasing Will's grip.

Nico let out a broken moan. And then another. Will smirked, pleased.

"Don't hold back," the blond echoed; Will didn't miss the way Nico's eyes flashed with submission.

"Please Will," Nico's voice pleaded, "Make me yours."

He teared off his own shirt before fusing the kiss once more, Will's finger trailed up the planes of Nico's wiry legs, drawing all the way up until a thumb tucked under his chin, tilting the angle ever so slightly. No words were needed as Will parted from Nico, tracing his fingers agains the Italian's now visibly swollen lips.

Without hesitation, Nico took three of the fingers into his mouth and thought Will expected this, he still had to hold back a groan at the heated wetness of it. Nico's tongue swirled thoroughly around the fingers (as if enthusiastically) wetting them as much as he could.

When the blond drew them away, he spared no time as his placed his index finger against his rim, lightly circulating it.

"Ready?" Will asked, scanning the boy's faraway expression for any signs of reluctance.

"Please."

Slowly, he pushed his finger against the hole and Nico released a sigh of gratitude, slumping completely against the couch. Will watched in somewhat fascination at the boy laying underneath him, putty in his hands, only promoting the movements of his finger inside Nico, mesmerised in watching the Italian squirm and react in the most exotic ways possible.

Soon, an extra two fingers joined and Nico was fully unrestrained against those gorgeous sound that slipped wordlessly against his lips. But still, Will search for something more, thrusting a little more, until he could just hit right—

"Fuck, Will!"

There.

Nico's back arched and his hips subconsciously ground against the blond's. Will returned the gesture all in the while of applying intentional pressure to his prostate, until his impatience got the best of him.

He pulled his fingers away, instead hovering the tip of his still saliva coated length against Nico's hole.

Dominant eyes flickered to a concerned kindness, meeting directly with chocolate brown irises. In grasp of a final consent.

Nico's nod was all he needed and he soon found himself pushing in.

Will's face buried itself into Nico's neck, sucking and forming bruising hickeys, disturbed by a gasp as he slowly entered him inch by inch. Against his neck, Will felt Nico's Adam's apple bob, a long drawn, lazy, lax moan
sweetly resonating in the room.

Eventually, when he bottomed out, Will paused, fighting against every singing synapse in his body to just go home and pound into the boy like his life depended on it. Yet, he waited, all until Nico's voice gave him the prompt he anticipated.

"Move."

Will didn't hold back.

Testing the waters, he drew back in an almost agonisingly long movement, watching Nico's chiselled face contour into a look of transcendent bliss. He drew back until he reached the hilt of his shaft — waited a beat — and then slammed back in.

Nico's moan was choked in surprise, but with the way his nails clawed desperately on the blond's tanned, freckled back, Will knew he made the right move.

So he kept doing it, a tediously long draw and then slamming back in, trying to sear Nico's reaction into his memory. He kept at it, with each thrust quickening more and more, until he was doing nothing but pound into the Italian.

Will's own sounds of pleasure were drowned by Nico's. Borderline wailing, a sound collage of moans and "more" and "Will" melodic in the blond's ears. He couldn't help but savour the pride it brought him, that it was him that made Nico cry out oh so loudly like this.

He craved for more. More pleasure. More sounds. More heat. More Nico.

So he paused, readjusted his angle ever so slightly, and then rammed straight back in harder than before.

With the way that Nico cried out, Will was sure he was seeing stars behind his eyelids.

"Will— Will, fuck — right fucking there."

Will didn't want to give anything less than what Nico wanted. So he gave him more instead.

A hand that lay against the Italian's waist slipped away, landing itself firmly against his shaft once more. No longer lingering, and instead pumping in just achieving one goal.

It wasn't long after that Nico tensed, short nails digging into skin so hard that threatened to break underneath the grip. Will rapidly rekindling a sloppy kiss, jerking and thrusting Nico all the way through his orgasm.

And as he felt the moisture on his hand, he stopped pumping, instead focusing on just chasing his own release. Watching lustily as Nico's face teetered almost into overstimulation, pounding erratically before the stutter of his hips left his seed deep inside Nico.

He collapsed after that, sweaty and hot and swimming in rapture. Nico didn't seem to mind from underneath him, arms coiling themselves around the tanned boy as if never to let go, chest rising and falling like a wave. Pale face flushed in a healthy display of red.

"We're gonna be moving into my room," Nico breathed, and Will couldn't help but chuckle, despite his exhaustion.

"We'll see," Will replied, pressing a tender kiss on the sharp of Nico's jaw, "Just go to sleep, love."

AN:
Since this was under request, I would like to apologise who the utterly terrible link to the previous chapter. What happened was that I basically ended up writing the smut first and then I realised 'shit, this is a part 2' and just threw in those first few lines for the tiniest of correlations. This might as well just been a stand alone smut chapter but you know... it's not anymore...

If the smut was cringe, well I'm sorry for having made you endure that too. Still haven't learnt how to write it yet.