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Will looks upset for a moment, before smirking evilly. "Fine." he says, sitting down next to Nico.

Just as Percy walks up to their table, Will whispers to Nico, "what fabric are your shorts? I really admire them!"

"Will, what are you doing?" Nico asks, and Will sets his hand on Nico's right leg, the one closest to him. He feels about that fabric of his shorts, then says, "Yeah, these are really soft."

"Hey, guys. How are you two?" Percy asks, sitting down across from Nico. "Fine, you?" he asks, but his mind is on Will's hand, which has found it's way under the fabric of his shorts, and is slowly creeping it's way up his thigh.

Will was taunting him to make him agree, but Nico stood, well, sat, his ground, and gritted his teeth as Will started squeezing his upper thigh, still creeping farther up, close to dangerous territory.

Nico clenched his jaw, the familiar white-hot anger bubbling in his chest. Will's hand felt like a live ember scorching its way up his thigh, each deliberate brush against his skin sending shivers down his spine. It wasn't the touch itself – Nico craved Will's touch more than he cared to admit – but the blatant mockery in Will's actions. His eyes darted between Will's face, plastered with a sickeningly sweet smile, and Percy, oblivious across the table.

Nico forced a smile at Percy, the effort burning in his cheeks. "Hey Perce, slept well?"

"Like a log," Percy grinned, completely unsuspecting of the silent battle raging under the table. Nico could practically hear the smug satisfaction radiating off Will.

The hand continued its unwelcome journey, and Nico gritted his teeth harder. He wouldn't react, wouldn't give Will the satisfaction. But the pressure was building, the heat reaching a point where defiance felt like a losing battle. He stole a glance at Will, his gaze a silent plea. Surely, Will would get bored eventually.

But Will wasn't bored. His eyes, gleaming with mischief, held a challenge Nico couldn't ignore. A low growl rumbled in Nico's chest, barely audible. He couldn't take much more.

Just as Will's hand reached the peak of his thigh, brushing dangerously close –

"So, Nico," Percy chimed in, oblivious to the silent war, "any plans for today?"

Nico seized the opportunity. "Actually," he started, his voice strained but controlled, "I was thinking of heading down to the Underworld for a bit. You know, catch up with some... family business."

Will's hand faltered for a moment, then resumed its exploration with renewed vigor. The audacity! Nico forced a tight smile at Percy. "Yeah, some skeletal paperwork needs sorting. You wouldn't believe the backlog down there."

He couldn't believe Will's audacity, especially with Percy right there. Did he think Nico wouldn't react? He wouldn't give Will the satisfaction.

Nico locked eyes with Will, his dark irises burning with a silent plea. Stop it. Please. But Will just smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He squeezed Nico's thigh with enough pressure to send a jolt through him, a silent taunt.

Will, the infuriating little – god, Nico couldn't even think straight. He squeezed again, harder this time, and leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. "What are you gonna do about it, Neeks? Scream for your mommy?"

He took a deep breath, trying to project an air of calm that he definitely wasn't feeling. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Percy reach for a blue waffle on his plate. Good. At least he wasn't paying attention.

"I really like these shorts..." he taunted, squeezing his thigh tightly.

"Yep," Nico responded, stifling a moan. "Nice shorts."