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Will, however, wasn't done. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Nico's ear. "They feel even softer up close, wouldn't you agree?" His voice was a low murmur, sending shivers down Nico's spine despite himself. Nico clenched his jaw, willing himself not to react.

This was torture. He could almost feel the heat radiating off Will's hand, branding a spot against his skin. He could imagine the stupid smirk on Will's face, the glint of amusement in his eyes. The worst part? A traitorous little voice in his head whispered that it kind of... felt good.

But Nico wasn't going to give Will the win. He wouldn't crumble and beg him to stop, wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing his stupid tactics worked. No. He would endure this, grit his teeth and bear it, all for the sweet, glorious moment when he could finally push Will away.

Seconds stretched into an eternity. Nico could practically hear the blood thrumming in his ears, drowning out the chatter of the dining hall. He stole another glance at Percy, who was now buttering his waffle with a meticulousness that bordered on the obsessive. Thank the gods for Percy's obliviousness.

Just when Nico thought he couldn't take it anymore, Percy finally got up, leaving, when he saw Annabeth arrive. "Gotta go you two, catch up more later?"

"Yeah," Nico croaked, and Percy did a double take, making Will rip his hand away quickly, though Percy was only wondering why Nico was talking so oddly.

Nico let out a breath, then glared at Will.

"Seriously?" Nico asked, astounded with Will's behavior.

"So will you go to the music room with me, or..."

"No! After the way you just acted? Really? Absolutely not!"

Will groaned. "But Nicooo!" he pleaded, and Nico finally relented. "Fine. But first, can you call your sister over?"

"Yeah, sure!" Will said excitedly. "Kayla!" he said, going up to get her. She wasn't talking to anyone, so this was a win on her part. Just as Will sat down next to Nico, he slipped a hand over to Will's fly.

"Revenge is a dish best served at breakfast time..." Nico whispered into Will's ear, Kayla, oblivious as always, asked, "So, Will, what did you call me over for?"

"Uh, just wondering what was going on over at the Apollo table." Will starts, then pauses as Nico unbuttons his pants, making him shiver slightly.

The hand unbuttoning his pants felt like it was moving in slow motion. Will could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, burning hot enough to rival the Olympian forges. He desperately tried to formulate a plan, a distraction, anything to break Nico out of his mischievous streak before things got too out of hand. But his brain, usually quick with witty retorts, was a jumbled mess.

Before Nico got any further, he said, "You weren't talking to anyo--" he cut off, stifling the noises he was trying his best not to make, as Nico inched closer to Will, slipping his hand, slowly, down Will's boxers.

Kayla's oblivious question snapped Will back to a semblance of reality. He stammered out a reply, his voice cracking under the pressure. "Uh, yeah, just... curious. Everything good?"

Nico's hand, still cool and smooth against Will's burning skin, dipped lower. The fabric of Will's boxers snagged teasingly for a moment, then yielded with a soft sigh. Will held his breath, a strangled gasp trapped in his throat. The air crackled with unspoken tension, thick enough to slice with a butter knife.

Nico's touch was deliberate, feather-light as it grazed the sensitive skin beneath. He lingered there, a cruel god toying with his offering. Will felt his own breath quicken, a strangled sound escaping his lips when Nico finally brushed against the core of him. A jolt of electricity shot through him, a white-hot spark that left him trembling.