Night Night.

The rain

There a loud knock on my door. I whine as the sound comes again, "Come in" I yell, turning on my side, snuggling into my comforter. The light rain is tapping on the window, I'm always very sleepy and whiney when it rains. I think it might be a son of Jupiter thing. Nico comes through the door, he shakes a wet umbrella outside then sets it down by my door. He sighs as he sees me. "Why are you still in bed? It's noon" He asks, annoyance creeping at his tone. I whine, I know it's noon. But the rain is so calming, I can't get out of bed. "Are you-Oh, the rain" He chuckles. I glance op at him, he's a little wet from the rain. I shiver a little, it's not like my cabin's really cold, but it's a little chilly. Nico walks over, trying to pull the covers off me. I whine and yank it back from him. "Come on sparky, you should get op" "Look who's talking" I mumble. Nico gently shoves me. "Ha ha, get up" He sighs. "But's it's raining" I whine, grabbing for his hand like a kid. I gasp his wrist and pull him down. "Hey!" He yelps. Nico crashes down, landing over me. He lands with an arm on each side of me. "Cuddle with me" I plead. The rain outside picks op, banging against the windows. Nico props himself up in front of me. "No" He groans. He pushes himself up from my bed. "Please, it's cold and it's raining. You know how I get" Nico sighs, and glances out the window. Looking at the now very heavy rain. He jumps as there's a lightning strike. Without a word he shed's his jacket. "Do you have clothes I could borrow? I'm wet" I smile happily and point to my dresser. "Take whatever you want" I mumble. Nico hates lightning, he can not stand it, he can get very scared. So whenever it rains, and the lightning comes around, we both get what we want. I know why he get's scared of it, but, I'd rather not bring it op. I watch as Nico strips off his wet clothes, laying them down on the floor to dry.

He stands in his underwear, looking through my dresser for something dry to wear. He ends up finding an old, smaller pair of sweatpants I don't wear anymore, and a Camp Jupiter shirt that I wear when I'm over there. Just as Nico's crawling into bed with me, there's another lightning strike and he tenses up. I lay my hand on his. And he relaxes under my touch. He takes a deep breath, and lays down with me. I wrap my arms around him, and snuggle my head on the top of his. Nico shifts down and lays his head in the crook of my neck. I relax my arms down his back, he snuggles into my neck. There's another lightning strike and he tenses up again. "I got you" I murmur giving him a light squeeze. He relaxes taking a deep breath in, then out. "Yeah" He mumbles into my neck. I twist my head, smelling his slightly damp hair. It smells of fresh rain, one of the greatest smells I know. I love rain, in every way. He muses, happy to be in my arms while the storm rages on outside. I bury my nose in his hair, breathing in the wonderful scent. The pitter patter of the rain against the windows has always been a lullaby for me. When I first came here, there was something about it, it felt and still feels like home. I think it might have been from sleeping outside when I was little. Nico shifts a little, brushing his lips over my neck, I shiver at the cold contact. He kisses the spot under my jaw then relaxes, then he snuggles back into the crook of my neck. I hum, happy to have this again. I so rarely get to see this side of him, so I have to cherish it when I do get to see it. I smile to myself, I gently sneak a hand under his shirt, well my shirt, technically. But you know what I mean. I place my hand on his lower back and he sighs happily, shifting his hips a little to get more comfortable. I groan a little and squeeze him to keep him more still.

He settles on me, the lightning outside not bothering him anymore. I love this, I love having this with him. The rain outside is heavy, the wind's going wild. This is the best way to spend a day, to cuddle op in bed with my boyfriend. I shift down a little. Normally I have to beg Nico to spend the day in bed with me on a rainy day. But the second lightning starts, he jumps to join to me. It's cute, but almost sad, when I remember why, he does. Oh fuck it, you know, I know, let's just get this out there. He's scared of thunder because Zeus killed his mom with a lightning strike when he was little. And, I feel some sort of guilt for it. I've been told I shouldn't, but I do. No matter how many people tell me it wasn't my fault, I will still feel a little guilty, I know it wasn't my fault, but that hasn't changed my feelings. And that's just the reality for me, Nico's told me that I shouldn't feel guilty for it, because I wasn't born, But I can't help it. The guy's still my dad, my dad, killed his mom. And that's fucked up, it fucking is. I know that, he knows that. How am I supposed to not feel guilty for that. I swear, I'm working on that. I try to relax back into the mattress. Focusing on the nice weight of Nico on top of me. I snuggle my nose into his hair. Breath in the nice rainy smell, he'll want a shower before he leaves. He'll often tell me I smell of rain, even when it hasn't rained in weeks. There's a small mumbling, right, he talks in his sleep. Oh, He's sleeping. He fell asleep. I lean my head back, letting myself relax into the pillow. With the calming weight of my Nico, my Darling, on top of me, my eyes grow heavy. I close my eyes, I'm still sleepy, a small nap won't hurt. Everything is heavy, the rain outside is soothing, like a pat on the back. I lay under Nico for a while, tired but unable to sleep. I peak my eyes open, looking at window. When did I crack open the window. It's open on the first hook, so not even an inch, but it's cold and raining.

Lucky Nico didn't see that, he would have refused to sleep in here if I didn't close it. He normally doesn't mind open windows, but not while it's raining, then they have to be closed. My eyelids are too heavy, and they fall close again. I wake up to a loud whipping sound, I groan and look over at the window. The rain is violently crashing against my windows. Nico not on top of me anymore, maybe he's left, or he's just rolled off me, I haven't cheeked yet. There's a very loud lightning strike, and there's a whimper from my left. I look over, seeing a still asleep Nico laying in the fetal position beside me. I gently shake his shoulder, yawning. He stirs, blinking his eyes open to see me. A half asleep Nico, moves back onto me, laying his ear to my heart. I wrap my arms around him, pressing him tightly against me. I kiss the top of his head. I'm sleepy, Nico's sleepy. I guess half asleep cuddles are the plans for the rest of the day. The rain crashes down outside, it's too loud. I shift slightly, whining at the loud sounds. "Mhm?" Nico leans his head up to look at me. "It's too loud" I mumble. "Mhm" he murmurs, shifting until he's got his arms laid op by my ears. He gently presses them to my ear, quieting the noise outside. I hum happily at the damping sensation. Nico smiles at me, then snuggles into my chest. He shifts a bit. I shift a little. "Thanks" I whisper. We lay like that for a while, half asleep, snuggling, and just enjoying the rain. Well, I'm enjoying the rain, Nico's enjoying the rare hours of sleep and relaxation we get to have together. "Jacey" A sleepy Nico drums his fingers on my head. "Mhm" I murmur, blinking to keep my eyes open while he talks. "Can we do this more?" He twists his head up, looking at me. "Happily" I chuckle, leaning down to kiss him. Nico leans up, joining our lips in a happy kiss. I smile, happily gazing into his eyes. He smiles back at me, eyes droopy with sleep.

"I love our rainy days"

4 am.

Spencer is wake at 4am reading, you making him go back to bed.

You find yourself waking op in darkness, you glance to your alarm, t's 4 am.

You softy reach out, finding only cold sheets where Spencer should be. You turn over fully, searching for Spencer. When you find nothing at all, you tramble out of bed, panicking.

You flick on your reading light. Your first thought is to call Hotch, but you need to be sure that Spencer's gone and not just in the bathroom. You pull on the shirt Spencer left on the floor when you went to bed.

You grip your phone tightly as you check through the living room, then the kitchen, then the bathroom, you're about to call the whole team and tell them Spencer is missing when you hear a chair creaking.

You walk to your shared study, seeing light on beneath the door. You gently crack the door and sigh happily as you see Spencer sitting at his desk with at least 7 different books.

"Spence..." You call, rubbing your eyes. Spencer quickly turns around, hair a mess, only in his underwear and glasses and with a bit of blue pen ink on his fingers. "H-Hey..." Spencer croaks. Your shoulders sag.

"It's 4 in the morning, what the hell are you doing Spence?" You ask, walking to Spencer and grabbing both his shoulders.

"JJ called.....needed help with some chemical stuff and I, just got invested" Spencer blushes in the yellow light of the study. You lean your head on his.

"Have you learned what you needed?"

"Yes..." Spencer mutters, pushing his glasses further op on his nose. That makes you smile a bit. "Then call JJ and then you are coming back to bed"

Spencer looks down in shame. "What? Out with it Baby, now" You demand, squeezing his shoulders "I, already have" Spencer mumbles, refusing to look at you.

You grab his chin and force him to look op. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, you are coming back to bed and cuddling me" You drag him op from the chair. Spencer nods and lays his glasses by the books.

"Of course, it's early morning and we should be sleeping" Spencer relents. You press a kiss on Spencer's cheek. "Mm, now come on, Bed" You say before dragging him back to your bedroom.

You toss the shirt you were wearing back on the floor. You settle in bed with him. Spencer opens his arms for you to tuck yourself into, and so you do. Snuggling op close to him.

"When did JJ call?" You ask, laying your head in the crook of his neck. "At 3:43 am"

"Damn it Spence, i, never-" You yawn. "mind, it's fine, but promise me, the next time the team calls at night, you find what they need, then go back to bed. Okay?" You tell him, wrapping an arm around him, feeling the skin of his back.

"I will, promise" Spencer says with a small nod, tracing circles on the skin of your lower back.

"Good"

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I have no fucking Idea what I'm doing

I'm called away from wall climbing by Will. "Okay, don't freak out, Jason fall off some rocks and hit his head, and he might have a concussion" He says. "Okay, why are telling me?" I draw the words a little. He's hit his head before and no one came to get me. "He asked for you" Will rubs the back of neck. He doesn't normally do that, he always insists that he'll be fine on his own. I nod, "Okay, where is he?" "He's in his cabin, he asked me to get you, said he didn't wanna be alone" Well, that makes sense. If he does have a concussion he'll want me around to keep him awake for the couple of hours. "Yeah, yeah I'll go, just a second" I excuse myself from class, and head for the Zeus cabin. But something's off, the last time he hit his head, he stayed in the Infirmary until he was cleared. But he went back to his cabin, he's asked for me. Something's wrong, I just don't know what. I convince myself that he only wants some company. I gently knock on the door, there's a small sound I can't fully hear. There's no answer. I knock again, a little louder. The noise stops, and there's a rustling like someone getting to their feet. A rough looking Jason opens the door, sniffling a bit. "Hey. I murmur. "Hey..." He wipes his slightly red eyes, visibly shallowing. "Come in" He clears his throat, and sets aside to let me in. He's wearing his old camp Jupiter hoodie and a pair of light blue jeans. I walk in. Jason shuts the door, taking a shaky breath. We both sit on his bed, he's unusually quiet. Breathing weirdly loud and uneven. "Are you okay?" I ask, sitting crisscross beside him. "Yeah, yeah, just didn't wanna be alone" He laughs, but it's so fake, so I fake that he has to hear it too. "Jason, It's okay. You can tell me" I mutter. He's slouching, shoulders hanging low. He exhales, his breath slow and shaky. "I, fuck" He breaks down, crying and shaking. "Hey, hey, it's alright" I whisper, wrapping him up in my arms.

I don't know what I am doing, I've never been good at comforting people. I shift, sitting half beside and half behind him. "S-Sorry, I just" His voice is almost non-existent through the storm of tears running down his face. "It's so stupid" he hiccups, wiping away the tears that threaten to spill down his chin. So I do the only thing I can think of, I gently grab his red cheeks with both hands. "Whatever it is, it is not stupid" I wipe away more tears. I should how to fucking comfort my own boyfriend. But I don't, because we're only been dating for a month or two. Jason brings his knees up, sniffling wiping his nose with his sleeve. I return my arm to where they were, holding on tightly to his shoulders. "I just, feel so stupid" He shallows down the snot in his throat. "You're not" I shift the closest I can. Pressing his back into my chest. "It's not" He takes a deep, steady breath in. He almost violently wipes the tears off his face. He sniffles, breathing heavily. "That, I just, feel so stupid" He starts, sniffling to keep his nose from running. I reach over to his nightstand and pick out a tissue. I hand it over to him. He blows his nose and throws it in the trashcan by his bed. I stay quiet, letting him gather himself before he continues. "It's just so fucking silly that I keep fucking hitting my head" His sadness slowly turns into a defeat. Like he's just feeling defeated by the world. "It's such a silly thing, and everyone always makes fun of me for it" More tears steam down his cheek. I lean over his shoulder and kiss the tears away. Jason bursts into a laugh, a pure, happy laugh. "Stop!" He laughs, half heartly pushing me away. I kiss away his tears, then lay my head on his shoulder, waiting for him to continue. "It just hurts, because I really try to be more careful, but I end up falling or getting hit over the head with something" He hiccups mid way through the sentence.

"I'm just so tired of it" He cries, voice breaking. "I'm just so tired of being injured all the fucking time" He mutters. He looks out the window. "Sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with this" His voice quivers. Oh hell no. "Hey" I caress his cheeks with both hands, and turn his head to look at me. "I love you, and love means I stick by you, through this, and through much fucking worse. So don't say that, because quote on quote dealing with you, is something I want to do. I want to know, and see every single part of you. I love you, all your injuries, all your scars, fucking everything, Do you hear me?" My voice breaks, he's not stupid, he's not dumb, he's wonderful, he's flawed, he's human, a human I don't think I can live without. Jason nods through more tears. I wipe them off with my thumb. "You're okay, you're wonderful, you're smart, you're, everything" I smile. Jason smiles through tears, laughing and crying. His eyes are blood shot, his cheeks warmed by all the tears. He lurches forward, making us both crash onto his bed. He laughs through tears and more tears, I wrestle him down on his back, kissing off the tears running down his face. He laughs, happiness almost oozing out of him. He slings his arms op around my neck. I chuckle, and lean back, gazing into his eyes. The sadness is still seeping out of his eyes, happiness slowly taking over. Okay, so I'm that bad at comforting others. I spot a half drunken bottle of water on his nightstand. I move off him, guiding him up against the wall. "Here, drink" I say. "No I'm-" "Please honey, just drink something" I coax him into drinking the rest of it. You can't cry while drinking something. He finishes off the bottle, setting it aside, sniffling slightly. I shuffle until I'm seated beside him. "What do you need from me?" I ask, laying my hand over his. "Could you hold me? Please" His voice is almost a whisper, like if he said it any louder he would shatter and ruin everything we have. "Yes, yes of course, come here"

He looks over, more tears welling in his blue eyes. I lace my fingers through his. Another tear rolls down his cheek. I reach up and wipe it away. Jason smiles, laughing slightly. He shuffles in front of me, straddling me, and resting his head on top of mine. I wrap my arms around him. Jason groans and shuffles down so he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of my neck. I'm leaned back on the wall, in a nice relaxing position. I press him tightly against me. A sudden noise startles us both, lightning, how the fuck. Why now. I look out the window, it's started raining, when did that happen. Jason slings his arms around my shoulder. "I'm here" He murmurs. "I know" I murmur, gently squeezing him. I twist my head, planting a light kiss on his ear, the only real place I can reach like this. Jason turns his head to look at me, snuggling his forehead against mine. I chuckle and snuggle my face into his. He laughs, and it's light, bright and, well him. It's everything I love about him. It's my boyfriend, every side of him. I can't help but smile. "Could we, lay down?" "Yeah, of course" We move down. He snuggles himself into me, slinging his arms around my hips. I wrap him my arms around his ribs. I turn my head, deciding to place a playful kiss on his neck. "I love you" I whisper. He shivers. "I love you too" He mutters into my skin. For a small second, he snuggles into my T-shirt, breathing in the scent to calm down. I take a deep breath, he smells of sweet summer rain. Even through it hasn't rained in weeks, maybe it's some kind of soap he uses. I press my nose into his hair, it's soft against my skin. It smells wonderful, smells like, well him. I don't know how else to describe it, it's just, Jason. My Jason. I smile into the soft strains of blonde hair. "Sorry" He sniffles. "Don't be, having bad feelings is a human thing" I snuggle into his hair

"Plus, you stay with me when I'm like this, so you deserve the same. And because I love you"

"I love you too"

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Little, is home

You were done, with everything. You'd had enough. As you stomp through the front door, you're greeted by a sight that brings tears to your eyes. Spencer, in the 10 minutes he had before you got home, set op your playmat in front of the TV, there's your mobile mat, colouring sheets and crayons. Spencer's smiling at you from the couch.

"There's my princess, come on now. Come to Daddy"

You practically jump onto his lap, making him chuckle. "Now now, what you say, we get you into a diaper and a onesie huh?"

"Yeaaaa, please Daddy?" Your voice grows soft, quite, small. Spencer looks lovingly at your state before picking you op around his hip the way you would a toddler. Your Daddy chances your clothes and sets you down on your playmat. You can't help the grin growing on your face, you really needed this, and Daddy knew it.

You color a million different pictures, watch a million cartoons, but as the night comes to an end, Spencer puts you down in your new crib with a stuffie to snuggle with.

Movie night

You settle on the couch with a bowl of chips and some soda. Spencer sits down beside you, seeming nervous and tense. It's your first movie night together and while you're in a nervous extied state, Spencer seems to be head for an anxious state. You find yourself rocking slightly, a trait you've picked op from Spencer. The movie starts, and you smile widely, bringing your legs op to sit criss cross apple sause, or as Spencer has told you, like a tailor. But it's way more fun to say criss crosss apple sause.

Spencer insisted you picked the movie. You didn't agrue. It's a new movie, like came out a week ago. It's a movie about a young boy gathering and selling seashells while learning about the sea. You glance over to Spencer as the into plays, he's gripping the ege of his couch, knuckles white. You graze a hand over his knee, watching him tense op more. "Spence, are you okay?" You ask, turning your full attention to him. "I'm fine" He promises, brushing your hand off. You pull it back, accepting it as no touch day. You're half way through the movie when you realize, you've been touching and hugging Spencer all day, if he was really that uncomfortable wouldn't he have pushed you off.

You look back to him, he's got a pillow craddled in his lap, he's hugging it, leaning over it. You try to subtlety eye him op, hoping for another clue. But you are not subtlet at all and he catches you. "Is something wrong?" Spencer gulps. "With you, yes what is going on with you?" You state, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie. Spencer shallows, shaking his head. "No, nothing's wrong"

"Spencer, you've got a pillow in your lap and hugging it for dear life something is wrong" "nothing is wrong"

"Then why can't i touch you?" You chuckle, leaning an arm down on your knee, bracing your head on your hand. Spencer gulps again, blushig a bright pink and you ready youself for a long talk of germs. "I'm sorry, i, i just. This feels a lot like a date and i don't like touching on dates becuase i get anxious" his grip on the pillow tightens.

"Baby, we're just watching a movie on your couch, nothing you don't want to happen is going to happen, if you get uncomfortable, i'll leave" You slowly put a hand over his. Spencer smiles silghtly, gently turning his hand over and inter lacing their fingers. "I know that, okay i know that" He sounds like he's trying to reasuring himself then you. "Oh honey, can i give you a hug?" You ask, feeling your eyes grow watery. Spencer nods and you move in to hug your boyfriend. Your arms settle around him, drawing him in close. He wraps his arms around you, slowly, but affectionnately. "There we go, it's okay Spence" You comfort him, laing your head in the crook of his neck. Spencer tugs at you and you crawl into his lap, moving the pillow from between you. "I'm sorry, it's not that i don't want you to touch me it just makes me nervous"

"i know, you'll use to it, i hope" You say, brushing a hand op the back of his neck and into his curls. You pull back, focusing on his lips, would kissing him be too much? "Would you mind if i kissed you?" You ask Spencer, grabbing ahold of his curls lightly. "No, i wouldn't mind" Spencer answers , leaning in to met your lips. You press your lips firmly against his, enjoying his reactions. He shivers under you and you pull back. "How about, we can finish the movie, or we can head to bed ealry if you like?"

"We'd wake op ealier then normal what's- oh, you mean....."

"Yes i mean we could go have sex" "I'd like to finish the movie first, i, actualy really like it" Spencer mutters, cheeks flushing a deeper red. You brust out laughing. "Oh how i love you Doctor Spencer Reid" You seize his face with both hands and kiss him firmly.

Undercover work gone wrong.

Spencer had never been a disobedient agent. Followed almost every order he'd been given, so when Aaron was told he and Spencer were going undercover as a troublesome couple in a kink club and that Spencer was supposed to be a bratty submissive. It just didn't sit right. Until they got there, then Aaron had to fight to ugre to yank on the younger man's hair every five seconds and tell him to behave.

As Aaron pulls him along to a booth Spencer struggleds and whines playfully. Aaron fights the ugre to smack him, god Spencer's infuriating. Aaron pulls the man down on his lap, yanking his head down to Aaron's mouth by the roots of his hair. "You are just begging for some disciples aren't you?" Aaron growls in his ear, making Spencer pout and turn around to face him. Spencer looks down at his boss with big puppy eyes. Play into it Aaron, this is just pretend. Aaron gives me a stern look, it doesn't deter the young agent.

Spencer shifts on his lap, tugging on Aaron's collar. "Oh come on Sir, i'm not begging...yet" That pushes Aaron over the edge. He doesn't even think about it, just rears his hand back and gives Spencer's behind a good smack. "Ouf!" Spencer yelps in surprise and jerks at the pain. The pout on his face grows real. "That hurt" Spencer complains, laying his head down in the crook of Aaron's neck. Aaron sighs and wraps his arms around him. "Sorry" he whispers to the distressed man. Spencer leans close to his ear, his breath sending a shiver down Aaron's spine. "Does that mean i'm doing good?"

Aaron's blindsided. Spencer's not disstressed at all, he's fine. Spencer's not even a tiny bit worked op? All Aaron wants to do it smack him again. "Yes" He hears himself say to Spencer. "You're really, doing good"

Spencer smiles with pride, a naughty, bratty smile before dashing by form the booth and making a run for it. For the second time tonight. Aaron huffs and gets op, not bothering to shout this time, simply walking away him, he'll tired out eventually and Aaron can grab him and scold him. Maybe give him another smack. Hell maybe he really should take him to the spanking room. Spencer's slows as he turns down a hallway, Aaron grabs his wrist and in one swift move. without much thought. Throws the agent over his shoulder, despite Spencer's lusty protests, and gives his bottom a quick smack. "Hey!" Spencer yelps, in still a hell of a bratty tone.

Aaron sits the bratty Spencer down on a wooden chair. "You are digging yourself into a hole you can only get out of with a spoon, so you'll either fix your attitude or get spanked" Aaron doesn't realise just how serious he sounds, he sounds mad, and like he's actually going to spank Spencer. Aaron isn't going on. At least he shouldn't. Spencer's eyes grow wide and the pout disappears, replaced by a wobbly lip. When the first tear falls, Aaron knows he's hit something far too personal. it sends his caregiver instincts into overdrive.

Scooping Spencer op in his arms he's already shushing him and rubing his back, hoping to soothe him. "Shhh, it's alright baby, it's alright, i'm sorry" Aaron rubs his back soothingly and Spencer's tears keep coming. Aaron wants to break character so badly, to ask if Spencer is really upset, to ask what he did to upset him, and if Aaron can fix it or if they need to call it off.

Aaron pats Spencer's back and gently bounces him, it's more instinct then logic. Aaron's use to bouncing a crying baby, not a cry 25 year old. "You wanna go home Baby?" Spencer nods and Aaron calls it right then and there. They're done. It's over. Aaron doesn't even set Spencer down before they get outside of the building. Spencer's still in tears and Aaron feels like he's tried everything.

"I'm sorry baby" Aaron says softly as he sets him down on his feet. Spencer sniffles and wipes his eyes, Aaron isn't use if he's still acting as Spencer tucks himself into Aaron's chest. He takes him into his arms, rubbing his back as they wait for the back-up car to come. "I didn't mean to hurt you" Aaron says softly, Spencer's arms tighen around his middle. "It's okay..." Spencer's voice is weak. He's actually feeling hurt, okay. It's not fake. Aaron holds his colleague close, more friend then colleague. "What happend Honey?" He asks, continuning to gently rub his back, hoping to calm down the younger man. Spencer sniffles and the words pour out like a waterfall.

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry i was really trying to do it right but then i just got really scared all when you got so mad and it just made me feel all childlike and small and bad and and and...."

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay, breath. I'm not mad. I'm not gonna hurt you Honey" Aaron pats his back, rocking him from side to side gently. Aaron takes him through a breathing exercise and Spencer calms down enough to stop crying. When the car finally comes they pile into the backseat, Aaron sits in the middle to be close to the still vulnerable man.

Spencer tucks himself into Aaron and he takes him into his arms. "It's okay, i promise. We'll get you home"

"Don't leave me alone" Spencer whispers into his skin. Aaron's response is not thought over, it doesn't matter. "I won't, I'll come with you" Spencer relaxes into Aaron.

As they come to Spencer's apartment, Aaron follows him inside. It's a comfy, cozy place for sure. Spencer tosses his shoes on the floor and Aaron straightens them by the door before taking off his own. Spencer clings to Aaron, and he picks him op. Which only makes Spencer cling closer, Aaron doesn't mind. It's nice to comfort him. To get to comfort him. "I got you" Aaron reasures him, gently rubbing his back.

Aaron tucks him into bed, about to head for the couch when Spencer whines and reaches for him. He chuckles, but gives in. Climbing into bed with Spencer, the younger man snuggles op to him.

Aaron sighs contently as Spencer snuggles op onto of him.

Sick

I swing by the Hades cabin to wake up Nico. He hadn't been feeling that well last night, so I wanted to check on him. I knock on the door, shifting my book bag on my shoulder. There's no answer, so I knock again. Expecting to hear Nico yell back. There's nothing. Then suddenly, there's a noise. Almost like something being knocked over. So I open the door and step into the dark room. Gently closing it behind me. Nico's laying hunched over a bucket, both hands holding it up. He must have knocked it over. I drop my bag by the door and rush to his side. "Hey hey, what's wrong?" I ask throwing myself on the floor by him. There's vomit in the bucket. He's laying down on his side, upper body twisted over the side of the bed, head hanging over the bucket.

Nico groans, pealing his eyes open to look at me. "I, I think I'm sick" He heaves. I gently help him lay down on his back. I empty the bucket out the only window. Let's hope the grass likes puke. I set the bucket back down next to his bed. He looks pale, yet sweaty. I place my hand on his sticky forehead. He don't even jerk away or tell me off, he just lays there, he'd clearly just woken up. He's hot to the touch. I pull my hand back to myself. "Are you okay?" I cringe at my words, I know the answer already. "No" He grumbles. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Cold? Hot?" I rush. Nico brings his hand up. "Shush, just, shut up, for a second" He mutters, gently propping himself up on his elbows. Slowly getting up to the headboard. I half sit on the edge of the bed, Gently grazing my hand over his arm. He shivers in the already surprisingly hot cabin. Though his skin is warm and sticky with sweat. "Your hand's cold" He says, yanking his arm away from me, rubbing over the skin. "I'm cold" he adds, bringing his legs up to his chest. Oh gods, he's cold. In this heat. I shed my hoodie, and pass it to him. "No don't-" "I'm sweating, and you're cold. Just take it" I insist.

He does. Pulling it over his night shirt. Almost snuggling into the familiar fabric. "Why don't you take a shower? You know, warm up?" I ask. Nico Sniffles, great his nose is screwed too. "It's, something" He mutters. I go to grab his arm as he get's out of bed, but he waves me off. "I'm sick, not dying" "Just didn't want you to fall" I whisper. "I won't" He grunts, and proceeds to loose his footing and almost crash forward. He would have, if I didn't grab him. "Not dying?" I joke. He responds the way he always does when he get's something wrong. "Ha ha" I help him to the bathroom. At the door, he pointily shoves me off, and grabs the door nob. "You're not-" "Wasn't going to" I cut him off. "good" He murmurs, face slightly red. He yanks open the door. "Do you want me to go?" I inquire "No, No, Just don't come in" He murmurs shutting the door behind him.

"Alright" I mumble to myself. I grab the book on architecture I borrowed from the Athena cabin, and sit waiting by the bathroom. I slowly lose myself in the architecture of ancient Greece, page by page I sink further in. The world around me fuzzing out. It's a wonder that they had the book in English, most of their books are written in ancient Greek. Just like most of books in camp Jupiter and New Rome are written in Latin. Which, If you didn't know, I don't speak ancient Greek, obviously. But I do speak Latin. Now that I think about it, I think Nico speaks both. I was starting to to think that I was overreacting, when there was a loud crash from the bathroom. Shit. I practically throw the book and race up. I throw open the door to find a half dressed Nico on his butt in front of the sink. "What? What happened?"

Nico slaps his hand over his eyes. My hoodie and his shirt on the counter. His pants mid down. "What does it look like? I fell. Now get out" He mutters. "No" I say, shutting the door. I walk over to him, picking him op off the floor, He struggles a bit and I almost drop him. But eventually I get him down, Setting him on the sink counter. "Just go-" "No" "Look-"

"Nico, You need a shower, and you can't really stand on your own, Just let me help"

"It's embarrassing"

"You didn't mind last time"

Nico blushes "Last time, was different" He mutters. "How so?" I ask. He whacks me in the arm. "I wasn't sick" "So what?" I ask.

He sighs. "Fine"

I slip off the rest of his clothes, and for once he doesn't protest. I slip out of my own clothes too, Nico refuses to look at me as we step into the shower. He makes me stand in the corner, I don't mind though. Even naked I'm feeling warm enough. The shower is small enough that even from the corner, we're close enough that if he falls again I can catch him without a problem. I look up into the ceiling for a second, checking for spiders and other bugs. But there's nothing, so I return my attention to Nico, who's washing the sweat of his side. He's turned away from me. Which isn't really all that out of the ordinary, he usually won't look at me for the first 5ish minutes when we shower together. But he ever stays like that the whole shower

And sure enough, he soon turns to see me, I look back at him. Waiting. "Well come on" He grumbles. I chuckle and take a step closer. Gently laying my arms around his hips, He shivers at the cold contact and pulls me under the hot water with him. The sudden change of temperate making me tense up for a short moment. Before relaxing into the familiar thump of the almost scalding hot water. Nico relaxes into me, and I keep a firm grip on him. We stand like that for a while, until he pulls back from me and go about washing his hair. But I take over, like I always do, massaging the soap into his scalp. He stands, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of my hands. There's a small smile on his tired lips. For a second, he loses his balance but I straighten him up with a firm arm around his hips. "Thanks" He murmurs. "Mhm" I hum. I gently lean his head back under water, washing out the soap. I pull his face out from the water. Cradling his cheek.

He sniffles and I can't help but laugh a little. I rub soap over his neck, down his shoulder, his soft arms, his back. We both hum a song only we know. A song we made under the water, the hum of our bodies, the song of the water, the music of us. Our music. It sounds kinda silly, but it's a lovely feeling. To know we have something together. I know it's childish, but honesty, I don't care. Either of us ever really got to be kids, so I say, we get to be as childish as we like. I lean down a little but leans away. "I'll get you sick" He reasons "So what?" I gently grab onto his jaw and land a small peck on his wet lips. He leans up for a bit more, and I give in. Giving him a proper kiss. The only sound left is the water, running around us. His hand travels up my side and up to my neck. I pull away leaving Nico slightly out of breath. I chuckle and we get out. Drying off and getting dressed without a word.

I lend Nico a hand as we walk to his bed, I'd rather not risk another fall. He'd put my hoodie back on. And gods help me, he's looks so sweet, it's bit big on him, which is part of the charm. The sleeves are too long, the collar sags below his collarbone, and it hangs halfway down his ass. He looks cute in my clothes, he always does. Oh gods, he borrowed a pair of pants from me once, and they kept falling down, and even with a belt they kept slipping down when he walked. He's never asked me for a pair pants since. He lays back down in bed, his eyes droopy. He yawns and tugs the covers up. "I'll let you get back to bed" I say, getting up from my spot on the end of the bed. "No, stay" "Huh?" I turn back to see Nico sitting up again, "Won't you stay with me, just until I fall asleep?" He asks, his voice becoming hoarse. How I'm suppose to say no to that. "Sure, until you fall asleep" I go to take the chair but he reaches out for me, catching my wrist. "With me" He indicates. I chuckle, crawl into his bed, and wrap him up in my arms. Pressing him into my chest. He snuggles into my neck, relaxing. It takes maybe 7 minutes before he falls asleep. But I stay here, holding him close. It doesn't take to long for me to fall asleep either.