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Awareness returned to Angel slowly. He knew he was waking up before he could see the bright sunlight on his face, feel the cool pillow under his cheek. He groaned softly, stretching his legs, and the arm around his waist tightened.
Arm around his waist?
Angel's eyes popped open.
And his breath stopped.
Husk's face lay several inches from his. The weight of his arm and wing over Angel like it had always been there. His breaths were slow and even.
Angel's weren't.
His heart raced as his throat closed up. He didn't remember going to bed with Husk. He didn't remember going to bed at all.
He lifted the sheet with sweaty, shaking hands. And let out a long breath when he saw he was still dressed.
So… They hadn't fucked.
But what was Husk doing in his bed?
He had to think long and hard about it before he remembered Husk helping him to his room. And into bed. Sort of. They'd just kind of fallen into it and Husk hadn't gotten back up. They'd been pretty damn drunk.
Angel couldn't decide if this was good, or bad. They hadn't fucked, but they were waking up together… That was pretty much the complete opposite of Angel's experiences.
And it was Husk.
The man he'd been pining over for months. Just waiting for Husk to look at him differently. To give any indication that he wanted Angel too.
He should get up before Husk woke. He didn't need to know that he'd held Angel all night. Didn't need the memory of it.
But Angel couldn't bring himself to get up. If he moved now, everything would change—and Angel wasn’t ready for that. Husk felt so warm and safe. It felt… right. Like he belonged here.
He wanted to touch Husk back. But he didn't want to wake him, and he didn't want to be creepy. Husk was really big on consent and Angel didn't have it.
But his eyes worked just fine and he had nothing else to look at without disturbing Husk.
He looked so soft in his sleep, the usual grumpy mask nowhere to be found. His ears twitched and Angel wondered if he was dreaming or if he was hearing stuff in his sleep. Angel's eyes fell down to Husk's chest. Was he really as skinny as he seemed, or was there muscle hiding under there?
He'd seemed pretty strong when he'd manhandled Angel out of that bar. Angel's eyes traveled down as he imagined his hands gliding over stomach muscles, and down into—
"Morning."
Angel's eyes shot to Husk's—his face getting warm. Considering where his thoughts had been heading. He thought his chest might explode—that surely Husk could hear his heart thumping.
"M-mornin'".
Husk yawned widely before focusing back on Angel's face.
"You get enough sleep?"
His voice was rough with sleep, sexier than normal, if that was possible. Angel shifted his legs slightly, uncomfortably aware of their closeness. And how they weren't close enough for his taste.
"Yeah. Uh, did you?"
Husk's mouth curved on one side. He looked at Angel silently for just a moment too long before he answered.
"I did, actually."
"Th-that's good. Do, um, ya think we should get up?"
"If you want. You know… you're very warm."
Husk's thumb idly moved against Angel's side. As though he wasn't consciously doing it.
Angel's quick intake of breath didn't go unnoticed, if Husk's growing pupils were anything to judge by.
"You're heavy," Angel blurted, wincing after. "I mean ya wing is—weighs more than I thought it would."
Husk chuckled as he moved the arm he was laying on, stretching it out so that it went under his pillow. And part of Angel's.
Husk was closer now. His whiskey soaked scent hitting Angel right in the gut.
"Arm's stiff," Husk complained. "Being old when you die kinda sucks."
A joke about stiff things and sucking was on the tip of Angel's tongue. But he didn't say it. He was too confused about what was happening.
It was almost like they had already been intimate, and now they were cuddling, talking.
Except, the fact that they hadn't and Husk wasn't getting up—was devastating.
"Bein' young foreva ain't all its cracked up ta be," Angel said softly.
"At least you'll be beautiful forever."
Angel's stomach tightened. He immediately covered the way that made him feel by shoving Husk's shoulder.
"Corny ass."
He didn't pull his hand back. Husk's fur was silky and warm. Angel wanted to bury his damn face in it.
Husk's hand at his waist tightened ever so slightly. Angel noticed it. His fingers dug deeper, holding on to Husk's shoulder. Husk's eyes dropped to his mouth.
And for just a moment—Angel was certain Husk was going to kiss him.
And he panicked.
If Husk kissed him first, Angel didn’t know how he’d survive wanting it.
"I should be gettin' ready fa work."
Husk pulled back, leaving too much space between them.
"Oh. Yeah."
Angel's gaze slid away. He hated the space between them already. Husk's warmth leaving felt like a punishment.
Did any of this actually mean anything? Or was he just delusional?
"Angel." Husk said his name softly and Angel looked at him. "You ain't gotta stay. It's fine."
But he didn't want to leave. Being here with Husk was so much better than going to Val.
If he left, would he ruin this?
Angel tugged on Husk's shoulder, pulling him closer slowly. Husk watched him silently, offering no resistance. Their eyes stayed locked as Angel moved in close, his chest touching Husk's. Husk's hand slid to Angel's lower back, holding him there.
Angel's heart thumped hard, fast. If he kissed Husk, there was no going back.
"Maybe just five more minutes," Angel murmured.
"I'll take it," Husk answered.
And then their lips were pressed together. Angel couldn't say who kissed who really. They both moved in.
Husk's soft lips moved in time with Angel's own—slow and gentle. It was a cautious discovery of one another. And it made Angel's whole body tingle. Like every bit of him was crying out for more.
He parted his lips and Husk's tongue found his own quickly. A slow, sensual slid of one against another. It wasn't a kiss meant to be watched. It was meant to be felt. Husk's restraint was more erotic than any movie Val made.
It made Angel feel wanted in a way that was so different from Val, or his clients. Like Husk wanted to savor the experience.
Angel pulled away first, his breath trembling as he stared at Husk. They stayed frozen for a long moment, eyes watching each other.
Then Angel touched Husk's face with his finger tips.
"Husk…"
It sounded like a plea, though for what, Angel wasn't sure.
"I know, legs. I'll be here when you get back."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"I don't want ta go—"
"If you don't, Val will just punish you," Husk said quietly, but firmly.
Angel bit his lip. Husk wasn't wrong. But Angel thought it might be worth it.
Either way…
He had a little time to think about it.
"It ain't been five minutes."
Husk moved in again, smiling.
"It sure hasn't."