Doctor's Penmanship

"You're alive!" a voice behind me screamed before strong arms wrapped around me and lifted me off the ground. The arms were spinning me away from the counter, the parmesan, and grater still in hand, sending shavings to the floor. Jason was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. Wait, if Jason was there, then who was holding me?

"Put me down, William!" He laughed as he dropped me back down on my feet, the rough jostling sending pain spiking up my spine. Will froze as he saw my wince.

"Wait, you're still sore?" he asked, his motherly nature kicking in instantly. It's why he'll make an incredible doctor one day. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry. You shouldn't be cooking. Have you taken a bath?" Jason raised an eyebrow at that, but I understood where Will was coming from.

"Yeah, two," I sighed. "The first one with Epsom salts. And before you ask, there was no blood, no sting, and no burn. My discomfort is nothing more than worn muscles. Which isn't surprising when you consider when last I had to use certain muscles." I walked over to Jason and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Hi." Jason glanced toward Will, jaw clenching, which almost made me laugh.

"Hey, don't mind Will," I whispered as I pulled his face towards me. That did nothing to loosen his clenched jaw. "He's just an aftercare Nazi."

"Well, if there weren't any stinging or burning sensations, you should take another Epsom salt bath to loosen the strained muscles, doctor's orders," Will said, disregarding Jason's discomfort if he even noticed. Being an exclusive bottom himself, he's always made sure that other bottoms were well taken care of.

He had given me an entire lecture and notes on what he expected from a top after the act before he ever let me touch him. Communication was not an issue for the man. Sure, most people didn't get as clinical about their sexual needs as Will did, but partners should never be ashamed to talk about their needs in the amount of detail Will did.

"How are you doing, mentally, though?" Will eyed Jason suspiciously. Jason's current foul mood and lack of affection throwing up red flags for the other blonde. "Did he take care of you?" Jason wasn't quick to anger, nor did he get violent unless in self-defence. The look in his eyes and the clenched fist, however, let me know precisely how close he was to decking Will.

"Of course, he did." I kept my eyes locked with Jason's. "He took real good care of me." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "He's was perfect." Jason dropped his gaze, cheeks tinting pink and a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Absolutely fucking perfect."

"Oh?" Will asked, smirk setting in as he relaxed. "Well, now I'm just jealous. Could I borrow him?" Jason's head snapped up so fast he could get whiplash. He was obviously so focused on the idea that Will would want me that he forgot how enticing he himself was.

"Not a chance, Solace." I gripped Jason tighter. " He's all mine. Besides, don't you have a ridiculously inappropriate crush on your roommate?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," he groaned as he collapsed into one of the chairs at the table.

"You have a crush on Nico?" Jason asked, brow furrowing deeply. Will dropped his head to the table in answer. I gently nudged Jason towards the stove to finish up the pasta alfredo.

"How's that been going?" I asked gently, and Will sat up with a heavy sigh.

"He was homesick the other day and made pizza bianca," he said wistfully.

"Pizza bianca?" Jason asked from the stove.

"It has a creamy white base instead of a tomato base," Will explained. "His mom and older sister are back in Italy, and he hasn't seen them in forever, and his sister's name is Bianca, hence pizza bianca."

"Nico has another sister?"

"Yeah, this is his full sister. Hazel is his half-sister." Jason nodded at the explanation.

"Anyway, he made pizza bianca?" I asked, and Will sighed again.

"Nico made pizza bianca," he reiterated. "Let me paint the picture. I walk into the apartment, and our entire kitchen is covered in flour. Nico's simple explanation for the chaos is that he's making pizza bianca, and I look at him, and there's just something in his eyes telling me he really needs this." Will looked at me and smiled before he huffed a breath.

"It sounds kinda ridiculous now, but I swear it was there. So next thing I know, I'm googling what wine goes with pizza bianca, because Italian food definitely needs wine, and I'm bribing the Stolls to bring me Chardonnay. And then Nico and I were wine drunk at two in the morning, and I'm leaning in to kiss him..."

"You kissed him?" I squealed, not even feeling slightly embarrassed.

"No." His face fell, and so did mine.

"What?"

"Like I said, I was wine drunk," he buried his crimson face in his hands. "The moment I started to lean in, everything else did too, and then I crashed to the floor. I woke up in my bed the next morning, glass of water and aspirin on my bedside table and no sign of Nico anywhere."

"Oh, Will..."

"I really shouldn't even bother," he forced out a humourless laugh. "He's seen me in study hibernation mode. There's no way he'll ever want to fuck me." Jason worriedly glanced at Will over his shoulder.

I understood his confusion. This wasn't the Will everyone knew. The Will everyone knew was calm and collected. He performed scarily well under pressure. Sure, he tended to get a little obsessed, especially when it came to his studies. He has been known to go days on end without sleep to study and ace a test, only to crash the second he's done sitting it.

"What's wrong with study hibernation mode?" Jason asked gently.

"Would you fuck someone if he only wore sweats and gained five pounds in a week? I'm sure the way I stuffed my mouth with marshmallows dipped in Nutella was a major turn-on," Will rolled his eyes. Another thing nobody expected from the blonde.

He was usually almost religious about having a healthy diet. During his study hibernation period, though, he devours all things sugary and caffeinated - anything to stay awake, really. He loses the study weight almost immediately after. But he tends to be quite self-deprecating until he does.

"I would, actually," Jason shrugged, actually smiling at Will. Will looked taken aback.

"What?"

"I mean, when Percy and I first got together, we were both constantly just lying around wearing sweats and eating blue candy," he shrugged. "Point is, if he's worth it, he'll love everything about you, Will. Even the crazy parts. Especially the crazy parts. Because it's what makes you who you are." Will simply blinked back at Jason.

"What?" Jason asked as Will and I both stared at him.

"Are you sure I can't borrow him?" I couldn't keep my laugh back. It bubbled out of my chest like an erupting volcano.

"It's up to him, Will." Will quirked an eyebrow. "What do you say, babe?" Jason rolled his eyes as he walked over to me and kissed my cheek.

"Sorry, Will. But Percy's the only one I'll ever want." He turned back to the stove to continue cooking.

"But I want one," Will whined, making both Jason and I chuckle.

"Maybe Nico is one," I shrugged, and Will groaned. "Come on, Will. You've never actually told Nico you like him. Maybe if he knew, he'd do something about it. I mean, he does cute things like leave water and aspirin on your bedside table when you're blackout drunk. Obviously, he cares at least a little bit."

"It should be fucking obvious," Will deadpanned. "I haven't had sex in three months, and it's starting to show. I got a B on my last Lit paper, a fucking B, and it screwed my perfect GPA. It's not healthy. I lost my stress outlet."

"I'm sure the professor could give you extra credit to make it up," I shrugged, trying to be helpful.

"Oh, she already gave me the extra credit. She requested I write a poem with my recent distraction as the subject matter," Will sneered. "If I didn't need a year of English for med school, I'd drop the class in a heartbeat."

"Thank the gods I'm fucking done with English. My poor dyslexic brain couldn't handle a single semester more."

"Speaking of studies, though," Will reached for the messenger bag at his feet, pulling out some papers. "I made you a copy of my notes for today's class. I also typed out the notes in lunch, so I'll email that to you later tonight."

"Thanks, I owe you big time."

"You type out your own notes?" Jason asked, raising a brow from the stove.

"Yeah, well, most of the time, I can't even read my own handwriting. So I type out my notes as soon as possible after the class, while it's still fresh, and I can make more sense of what I wrote," Will shrugged.

"Will definitely has a doctor's penmanship," I said, flipping through the notes. "It's been years, and I can only read every third word." I looked up at Will. "Thanks, though. I really appreciate it. Dinner as payment?"

"Sure," Will shrugged. "Nico's working tonight, so our apartment is cold and empty."

"Oh, speaking of jobs, I need one."

"What?" Jason asked, head snapping towards me.

"Well, my dad's taken care of my school fees after I lost my football scholarship, but I still need to eat, Babe." I saw Will smirk in the corner of my eye. "Don't you dare say it."

"Fine," Will chuckled. "I heard Piper say they're looking for help at D-vine."

"Who's Piper?" Jason asked, setting plates and cutlery on the table. I grabbed them and quickly set the table. "And D-vine as in the bar on campus?"

"Piper's one of the cheerleaders," I answered. "She was in Half-blood High with us. You'd love her."

"Of course he'd love her," Will scoffed. "She's pretty much the female version of you. And yes, D-vine as in the bar on campus. She works there."

"I've heard people say that the owner only hires you if you're hot, though," Jason said as he brought the food to the table.

"Are you saying I'm not hot enough?" I gaped at him.

"No, that's not what I'm saying," Jason said hurriedly. "Would you feel comfortable working there if you knew your boss found you attractive, though?"

"Piper said he's quite objective when evaluating your looks," Will shrugged. "He sees it as an investment. If the waiters and bartenders are attractive, more people will be drawn to the bar, and he'll make more money. She makes a crapload in tips, though. And it's flexible hours."

"I'll talk to her about it." I handed my plate to Jason, and he scooped a hearty portion of pasta onto it before handing it back. "But for now, let's eat."