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Will loved sleepy mornings. He’d always been the type to get up early, rising with the sun as any son of Apollo would, but those few days where he allowed himself to stay hidden in the warm confines of his bed to lie half-awake and smiley, sleep still clinging to his pleasantly heavy eyelids, were his favorites.
Nico, however…was a different story. Nico grumbled on the other side of the bed, kicking at Will’s bare legs. “Give back the blanket, you animal.” He growled, pressing his face into the pillow. “You filthy, absolutely revolting-”
Will hummed happily, curling into the blanket harder, like a very long, very smiley roly poly. “Good morning.” Will opened his eyes blearily and peaked out of the heavy blanket to look at Nico, mooning at him with sweet puppy love in his eyes.
Nico kicked Will’s legs harder, shivering as the air touched his exposed skin. It wasn't cold, per se, but it wasn't ideal, either. Stupid warm Will and his stupid warm skin. “Give me my share of the blanket, you-” Will’s laugh interrupted him, a loud, happy, tender sound of pure sugar and happiness. Nico looked into Will’s pretty blue eyes and nearly sighed in exasperation. The morning light reflected off of Will’s eyes and somehow, someway, the glares were shaped like little hearts. Little hearts.
“Hmm,” Will hummed again, closing his eyes and grinning with all his teeth, cheeky thing that he was. “Come take it from me…”
Kicking obviously wasn’t helping, but Nico didn’t want to fall into his boyfriend’s trap… His gloriously warm and comfortable-looking trap. The little blond curls falling onto the pillow… wrapped so snugly (and smugly)... so.. inviting…
Nico slowly rolled nearer to Will, who opened the blankets with his arms like a beast’s maw (revealing a large expanse of freckled skin and some mismatched, fuzzy socks) and swallowed him whole, wrapping him tight in their romance burrito. Nico grumbled into Will’s chest, though those angry sounds soon turned into contented sighs as Will scratched the back of his head, playing with Nico’s dark curls.
“Better?” Will whispered sweetly against the top of Nico’s head.
Nico curled their legs together, putting his cold fingers on Will’s warm sides, snuggling his face into Will’s soft chest. From under the covers, his response could only be heard as, “Ve’y mush. ‘hank you.” He quickly drifted back to sleep, the sound of Will’s twinkling laugh setting him off into equally warm dreams.