Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~Valentine's Day!~

A/N IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING I'LL TRY TO BE MORE ACTIVE NOW!!!

Blitzø took a long drink out of his beer bottle. It was pretty shit, but it was the best he could afford. He set it down on the coffee table with a sigh, then put his feet up. He hated this day so fucking much. He couldn't even turn on the TV without seeing some gross lovey-dovey shit. The only couple he could stand to see being happy was Moxxie and Millie, and they were off in Sloth for a getaway. Blitzø would have tried to follow them, but after the shitshow that had been Ozzie's, he didn't want to try anything.

At least he and Stolas had managed to go back to something resembling normal, though their conversations after sex were still a bit awkward. It was better than Blitzø had been expecting. Still not quite normal, but better than nothing.

At least Loona was home. She was in her room, her music thumping aggressively through the thin walls. Blitzø didn't care; at least it gave him something else to focus on. He glanced at the half-empty bottle, then grabbed it with his tail. He wasn't nearly drunk enough yet.

Just as he was lifting it to his mouth, his phone rang. Blitzø jumped, cursed as he spilled a bit on the floor, then sighed. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. He answered without checking who it was.

"Yo."

"Hello darling. Oh, are you busy? It sounds like you're out at a club." Stolas' voice was smooth, and Blitzø felt a pang as he heard it.

He shook his head, quickly responding. "Nah, Loonie's just playing some music. Expressing herself, you know?"

"Ah yes, I am familiar with that. I know it's a bit last minute, but I was wondering if you'd like to come over? Octavia's out with her mother, and I—I could use some company tonight." Stolas' voice didn't sound sensual, even if those were the words he almost always used when he wanted to be coy about Blitzø fucking his brains out. He sounded... lonely.

Shit. He already had his own annoying emotions to deal with, but Blitzø didn't want to leave Stolas hanging. He knew that the separation and seeing less of his daughter had been rough, and these days, Stolas seemed to be just as thirsty for Blitzø's company as he was for his dick.

He rubbed a hand over his face, but kept his voice light. "Okay fine, but you'd better have some food. I'm fucking starved."

Stolas made a cute little hooting sound. "Of course. Is there something in particular you'd like?"

"None of that super fancy shit. Something I can eat with my fingers. Unless that clashes with what you were planning."

"Not at all, darling. Can you make it over in thirty minutes, or do you need more time?"

"Nah, thirty is fine. Let me go tell Loonie that I'm heading out." Blitzø hung up the phone with a click, then scrambled off the couch. He had to get his ass in gear if he wanted to get ready, drive over there, and make a quick stop along the way.

—X—

Stolas came to open the door for Blitzø personally. He was wearing more than his robe, but Blitzø was willing to bet that the dark purple blouse he wore still counted as lounge wear, especially with the plain black leggings. Blitzø kept his tail behind his back, not moving it around as much as he stepped inside.

"Hello, Blitz. Thank you for coming tonight." Stolas smiled warmly at him, and when he leaned in, Blitzø noticed that he had some purple eyeshadow on. It was subtle, but it lined his eyes nicely.

Blitzø let Stolas kiss him on the cheek, and he nudged his face against Stolas' beak a bit in return. "Yeah, it's fine. Not like I had plans anyway."

Stolas gave Blitzø a bit of a strange look at that, but he didn't comment on it. He just used his magic to close the door, and turned around. Blitzø didn't know if he was really in the mood to fuck tonight, but he still stared at Stolas' ass as the owl led him through his mansion. He'd be a fool to not admire something beautiful, especially when it swayed almost right in front of his eyes.