"You're drunk, Solace."

'Solace' pouted on the sudden accusation from the shorter man. Here he was, confessing his love to, well, the one he loved, only to be reminded of his only slight intoxication of that strangely fruity tasting drink he had.

"Drunk on love, my Angel," the blonde replied, yanking on the belt loops of those black, ripped and sinfully tight skinny jeans on his best friend, Nico Di Angelo, "Your ass looks great in these by the way."

Nico felt Will's breath fan his ear and it took all of his willpower just to restrict himself from shivering. He pushed the freckled man away, only to be tugged with him as Will had not yet released his belt loops.

"How much have you had to drink again?" The raven man queried. There was no way, Will Solace, the very same tall, hot blonde Nico has been denying his crush on, was telling him his ass looked good in his jeans. Or at least, not while Will was in his right mind.

The blonde just growled, now nudging his nose against the sharp edge of Nico's jawline, his lips barely gazing against his pale neck, "Why does it matter, Angel? I love you. No matter how many drinks."

Oh how badly Nico wanted to believe that, but the slur in his best friend's voice told him to think otherwise. As if the only perfect human on the earth would love Nico. He could only dream, and he certainly did.

But now the raven haired man bit his lip to prevent any embarrassing mewls to escape his traitorous throat as Will simply place a close mouth kiss on the groove of Nico's neck.

"Solace, get off," Nico managed to say, being way too affected by Will's simple touches for his own good. His long, pale fingers slipped into golden curls, tugging softly to pull his smooth, pink lips from his skin; the blonde latched onto his collarbone instead, as if encouraged by the action.

"Will," the Italian tried, this time, his voice more firm than just a semi-moan, "I mean it, stop."

Almost instantaneously, the press of heavenly lips on his neck disappeared, and Nico was met with the impossibly blue eyes he knew he was weak for. The Italian watched the pupil dilate as they made eye contact, the void of black filling the abyss of azure to the brim. They twinkled with concern, love yet still slightly clouded with lust.

"I'm sorry," the drunk(est) of the said, "I didn't mean to do anything you didn't want to, Angel." 'Angel' couldn't help blush at the apology, it wasn't why he had pushed the man of his dreams away, he was way more than happy to oblige to whatever Will was giving him. But it was still wrong, Will was drunk, he had no conscience of what he was saying, let alone what he was doing.

"It's not that, Will. It's just, you're drunk," Nico explained, hoping the hot blonde would understand what he was trying to say. But Nico saw the brief unidentifiable flash in his azure eyes, not knowing what to expect.

"Why does it matter?!" Will exclaimed, pulling away from the raven haired man completely, arms loosely flying about to display his drunken frustration, "I'm telling you, I love you. It doesn't god damn matter if I'm drunk or sober because I love you either way!"

Nico was most certainly not expecting that.

What was meant to be a simple night out for Will to get just a little loose after a tough day at work had now turned into a love confession from a fucking hammered Will.

"What will it take for you to believe me, Angel?" The blonde asked, looking apologetic from his sudden outburst by the way he was looking through his light eyelashes.

Directing his chocolate gaze to the tip of his combat boots, not daring to meet Will's eyes in such a confusion and vulnerable moment, he just grasped his callous hand. "We're leaving," was all he said, tugging him through the doors of the bar. The blanket of fresh air helped cool Nico down a little, hoping it would do Will some good by bringing him back to his right minded self too.

The car drive was silent, Nico had only had one drink and (if he was even drunk at all in the first place) was now completely sober to take the wheel. He didn't dare to speak to Will, or even acknowledge him as his blue eyes burnt holes into Nico's skin as he stared at him the whole journey home.

Forever in debt to elevators, Nico dragged Will inside to be taken to the seventh floor where the raven haired man's apparently was located. However, Nico regretted his efficient choice of transport being boxed in a small space with his obnoxiously drunk friend. His heart flipped at the, "You're beautiful, my Angel," comment, trying his best to brush it off.

After seemingly hours later, they arrived in the apartment, and Nico widely decided that perhaps Will should take the bed. There was no doubt that the blonde would fall of his couch in his current state of mind. He led him to his room, letting Will lay on the dark, linen sheets.

"Please stay," the tanned man whined sleepily, and how tempted Nico was to take up that offer he was even too ashamed to admit it to himself.

"Goodnight, Will."

"I love you."

"God, I love you too." The black haired man whispered on the other side of the door.

~Line Breaker~

Will woke up that Saturday morning remembering absolutely everything. And it was fair to say he was absolutely traumatised.

In a clumsy, hungover haze, he rolled over, burying his face in a pillow that smelt a lot like Nico. He loved it. He loved Nico. But Nico probably, certainly, 100% hated him for his fucking idiotic confessions last night.

Who admits their love to someone while they were fucking drunk?

Sure, Will picked up a lot of signs that perhaps Nico was into him too, he wasn't as oblivious as the sexy Italian. He had been meaning to confess for quite a while, but what he had in mind was telling him after some romantic moment like fucking star gazing or whatever.

Not while he was fucking drunk.

Will was suddenly submerged in guilt, not at all helping his throbbing head ache. In a haste, he untangled himself from the Nico smelling sheets to walk into the living room to find said Italian still asleep on the lumpy couch.

Now what? Should Will wake him up? Should Will wait for him to wake up on his own? Should Will go into the kitchen and stab himself due to his stupidity? He didn't know, so he settled with just staring sweetly at the Italian, feeling dread of having to apologise to him. Already knowing of how awkward it will be.

~Line Break~

Nico woke up to the smell of smoke. Alerted, he shot up from the couch and strode to the kitchen only to unveil a flustered Will trying to control the minor grease fire he had caused due to burning the bacon. Will didn't notice the Italian's presence until he was shoved aside, Nico wiping the small flame with a wet rag that the blonde was incapable of controlling.

"I'm so sorry, Nico. I thought I had it under control—"

"We both know you couldn't even boil an egg. Why the hell were you attempting to cook bacon and burn down my kitchen in the process?" Nico asked, resulting in Will hanging his head down low, the Italian observed him shifting on his feet a little.

"I just, I thought that if I made breakfast I'd, fuck Nico I'm so sorry about last night," the freckled man looked down at the other with so much sincerity Nico froze. He completely forgot about yesterday's activities and he wasn't even the drunk one.

"It's alright, Solac—"

Will held his up, immediately stopping Nico from continuing, "No it really isn't. I'm so fucking sorry I said what I did when I was drunk. I've never been that hammered in my life, I have no idea what happened."

He's sorry he said he loved me. Nico thought, he knew his words were only induced by the alcohol. It's what he was expecting, but that slim sliver of hope still made it feel like he just got punched in the gut.

"It's okay," Nico lied, letting the pain of his feelings betraying him once more fill him to the brim, "you were drunk, you didn't know what you were saying."

The blonde gave a long, hard look to the raven haired man, chewing his lip, "I... no, you misunderstood me. I'm sorry for telling you what I said while I was drunk. Not for what I said..."

"So yo—"

"I love you so fucking much, Nico."

AN:
I didn't know how to end this because I had an idea of how this chapter would go in my head but I ended up typing up something completely different so...