AN:
Aight guys, from when I last checked that poll I put up Fluff and Friskey/Hot drew. So, please accept my attempt at combining both.

Hope you like it :)

When Will gets back home on a Saturday evening, there's a bounce to his steps that he can't quite hide. Then there's also that smile permanently plastered across his face, which seems almost forced for a man of twenty-seven who carries in bags of groceries far too gaily, like a children's tv presenter that genuinely loves their job.

He slips the keys out of his back jean pocket while humming an off-tune cheery sort of tune, even bobbing his slightly.

Will practically glides into his apartment with that same dopey smile, setting down the paper bags by the door as he kicks off his single, battered pair converse — pushing the door shut with his back.

"Everyone else in the room can see it," Will sings under his breath, "Everyone else but you."

It's really one of the best things about living alone, you can do whatever you want without suffering from crippling embarrassment and sing all the guilty pleasure songs you want.

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else! The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed!"

Will sincerely pities those people that live with roommates, they'll have no idea what it's like to be truly shameless.

Alas, Will does, and he spins on his heel as he almost trips over his own feet trying to moonwalk into the kitchen.

"You don't know, oh oh! You don't know you're beautiful— AHH!"

And there he sits. Like he owns the place. Perched on the counter of his kitchen island, with his hand half buried within a Pringles tube.

The smirk he wears like a medal is downright wicked.

"Please," Nico starts, grinning like he's struck gold, "Don't stop because of me. I was rather enjoying the show."

It takes a moment or two or ten for the mortification to burn off just enough so Will doesn't just stand there, cheeks aflame and jaw also touching the floor, and actually realises that he's dropped all his bags around twenty seconds too late.

There's a crunch that bring him back to the unfortunate thing that is present day reality. Nico munches on the Original flavoured Pringles with all the mirthy nonchalance in the world.

"What.... Are you doing here?" Will breathes, still frozen solid.

Nico shrugs, "I was bored."

There it is. That feeling. Like gasoline running through his veins ignited with a single spark. A feeling, that dare Will say, only this man — and this man alone — brought.

And fuck, he still doesn't know whether it's a good feeling or bad.

"I—," the blond shakes his head, even tries pinching himself, but he opens his eyes and the criminal is still there cross legged on his countertop. "How did you know where I live?"

The way he's pushes himself off is so graceful Will doesn't doubt he might of been a cat in his past life.

"I followed you home," he states, before crossing the spans of the kitchen to where Will's stood. Nico smiles at him, an odd but definitely not unwelcome expression, then ducks down to begin rummaging through the bags.

All Will does is stare at him for a moment, constantly remind himself that this is actually happening. That there's a criminal in his apartment, that's confessed to stalking him, hijacked his car, gave him a stolen carton of milk, and now is going through his groceries like there's nothing unusual going here at all.

But then it hits him, "How did you even get in? The lock isn't even damaged."

"You left a window open."

"Oh okay— wait I live on the fifth floor—"

"—Did you buy any milk? I checked your fridge and there was basically nothing in there," Nico cuts off, standing from where he was initially crouched on the floor, and though he's a good half-a-head shorter than the blond, he's still as intimidating as ever. "Don't tell me you've made a habit of accepting cartons from other guys. I'd like to think I'm the only special one."

Will licks his lips. God he had forgotten how piercing those eyes were.

And those fucking cheekbones, fuck.

Then he mentally slaps himself and drags his face away from the eye contact, instead picking up the bags and dumping them on the table.

"I got soy," Will announces and takes mild satisfaction in the way Nico wrinkles his nose, "My sister's coming over tomorrow, she's vegan."

"Poor her."

The blond rolls his eyes, "Since you've seemed to make yourself at home and eaten most of my Pringles, you can help me pack away."

"So long as you don't start singing again."

His face heats up in shame, gritting his teeth together. He'll never be able to live that one down.

"Just shut up and help me."

"Anything for you, sunshine."

Will doesn't comment on the nickname. He's learnt his lesson from before, him saying something about it will only just egg him on. So that's entirely why he lets it slide. Totally. It's got nothing to do with the fact that he might actually like it coming from him. No way.

"Will. Kale chips? You're kidding me right? I almost feel bad for eating all your good food now."

"Vegan sister," he reminds, and they fall back into he comfortable silence that's filled with the rustling to brown paper.

By the time everything's emptied out and (more or less) put into place, the blond's not entirely sure what to do.

"Why are you actually here?" Will asks before he can think of anything better, and as of now Nico's facing the opposite direction, but the blond can still just about catch his spine stiffen a little.

The leather stretches as he shrugs his shoulders, "I told you. I was bored."

"I'm sure there's other better and more interesting places to go other than my empty apartment."

"I don't know," Nico sighs, and he leans against the counter, one wiry leg crossed in front of the other. "Just wanted to see you, I guess." Then he turns around and faces Will with a scrap of his signature smirk, "It's been a few weeks sunshine, I wanted to make sure you hadn't forgotten about me."

Will wants it to come across as a scoff, but it's significantly softer than that, "How can I forget?"

Call him a coward, he doesn't care because Will refuses to lift his gaze from the floor. Doesn't want to catch Nico's eyes with his own. It will only make things overwhelming.

"I get it if you don't want me here, I can g—"

"—No!" Will exclaims, perhaps a little too eagerly, "No, it's fine, even though you broke in here and everything. I, uh, do you wanna maybe watch a movie or something? I've got Netflix."

Nico arches an eyebrow with a devious look in those damn eyes, "What are you suggesting?"

Will scowls, "Not that," he says, "How do you even know I'm gay, anyway?"

"Sock drawer."

Fuck.

"You know what, I'm not even surprised. Come on."

In spite of having an extremely unexpected guest, it doesn't take them all that long to set up. The thing that takes the most time is Nico asking where the bathroom is, and then coming out dressed in those cursed panda pyjama that are entirely too big for him that makes him look utterly adorable.

"You don't mind if I borrow these, right? I love my leather but there's no way I'm gonna sit through a movie wearing that and skinny jeans."

For the second time that evening, Will shakes his head to try to see if he's hallucinating. He's not. Nico's really standing their, in his pj's, with sleeves that hand off his hands and droop across his lithe frame.

The blond just numbly shakes his head. Nico just shrugs and joins him on the couch.

As the tv turns on the he launches Netflix, he has a question for Nico.

"Nico. Why do I have another profile on my Netflix labelled 'Nico'?"

This time, it's not a grin but a boyish smile, "Well I figured if I ever do drop by again I'll be considerate enough to not mess up your suggestions."

In front of them are two soda cans and a pouch of Maltesers, Will wishes he bought some popcorn, but as he glimpses at Nico from the corner of his eye he looks more than content with the way he's huddled in the blanket.

In the end, they decide on a horror movie despite Nico's protest of them being 'disgracefully shitty' on Netflix, but they had already spent far too much time scrolling and half of their snacks were already gone.

Will enjoys horror movies. They're designed to frighten and scare the audience and honestly Will loves them because of that purpose. It's not a good one if it doesn't make you jump or wince or in some extreme cases pray to Jesus because that's the exact reaction the directors are trying to get. They're thrilling and keep you on edge.

It's just a shame though, this one in particularly is (quote-on-quote) disgracefully shitty indeed.

"You have terrible taste," Nico comments as he chews through a piece of chocolate.

Will rolls his eyes playfully, "And yet here you are."

Crap.

He had not meant to say that.

He feels Nico tense a little from beside him, and shit now he's really going to pay.

"Is that so?"

"No." Will says hurriedly. "It's not like this is a date or anything."

Nico hums, "No I guess not."

He doesn't say anything after that, and Will futilely attempts to force himself to relax against the sofa and diverts his attention back to the screen. A badly portrayed demon pops up out of nowhere, Will doesn't get at all fazed.

"Hey, Will," Nico casually asks from besides him.

"Wha— mph!"

Nico's slender fingers gently cup his jaw and tilts Will's face so he can eagerly press their lips together. It's fair to say Will's dumbstruck. Frozen and eyes as wide as saucers but those sweet lips are unrelenting and still glissade across his own with reverence.

Eventually, Will gets with the game and groans into the kiss, tilting his head a little more to the left and sinking his own hand into Nico's stygian hair. The strands are as silky as they seemed and the blond curls his fingers, pulling ever do slightly but it emits something close enough to a purr out of Nico.

It sets him into a frenzy because before either of them knows it Nico slips into Will's lap and Will's hands are curling around Nico's waist and Nico's lips are trailing kisses across Will's neck.

Will throws his head back, drunk on the feeling of Nico, Nico, Nico and he lets the barest of sounds past his—

Then there's a scream. A high-pitched, bloodcurdling scream that has them both jumping off each other. With adrenaline pumping through the blond's veins and recovering from momentary terror as that fucking horror movie still plays on.

Will glances at Nico who's all red lips and messy hair and his own heart swells with a bit of pride because he did that to him.

"I—Uh..." Nico begins, coughing into his fist.

Today's truly been a blessed day, Will's both managed to kiss and witness a flustered Nico Di Angelo.

"...Yeah."

Will can't fight the corner of his lips from twitching, and the panda print pyjamas that hand loose on his shoulders looks undeniable charming.

"Do you wanna watch something else then?"

Nico smiles, "Yeah, go on."

~*~

Will's not quite sure how, but there's something warm pressed against his chest. Not that it's unpleasant, quite the opposite really, so his arms wrapped around it pull it in tighter, firm against his chest.

"Will."

The sunlight pressing against his protesting eye lids is what eventually gets him to wake up completely, and Will can barely breath. There Nico is, cuddling besides him on the couch, with a blanket draped over the two of them as he wear's his now new favourite pair of pj's.

The only thing that doesn't seem quite right the female that stands before that both. Arms crossed and bluebell blue irises narrowed into the stink eye.

"You were meant to pick me up from the airport an hour ago," Kayla says, unimpressed but evidently trying to hide her amusement.

Will's too groggy to care about her presence and buried his face into the head of Nico's soft hair, "Something came up."

"Yes, I can see that."

At that, the soft breathing that filled the room stops, and Will can feel Nico stir awake against him. He's entirely facing Kayla who arches an eyebrow.

"Who are you?" Nico asks Will's sister, all sleep mumbled and adorable.

"Kayla. Aren't you that WANTED guy?"

"Yep."

Kayla hums, "He's a keeper, Will."

Will smiles as he hugs him even tighter.

"I know."

AN:
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