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

~Head Pt2~

A/N Back with the next part!!!!! Still not sure about the IPad but I will be as active as possible, either way enjoy!

~~~~~TIME HAS PASSED~~~~

It's never fun getting thrown into a van, back and head first. Don't listen to anyone who tells you otherwise. Not fun, not enjoyable.

Stolas and Blitz were nursing their own van-related injuries as they were being driven to Starstruck Studios. Minor bruising from being tossed against hard metal. Could it have killed them to put down any kind of carpeting back here? This couldn't have been the first time a star (or someone approximating a star, even by accident) had been taken against their will to a studio across town.

In LA traffic.

In the summer.

It was going to be a very long drive.

"You ok?" Blitz asked, not directly looking at the now human Stolas, who was hugging his head and sitting in a near-complete Ball position.

"Just worried. Need to find Via," Stolas said, not directly looking at Blitz's...fairly ridiculous but still weirdly handsome Human Disguise. The ears thankfully were ripped off by the earlier rabid Ragers mob. "Also I think those brutes damaged something in my neck."

"Here," Blitz said, standing up in a moving van like a genius, and slowly stumbling over to sit next to Stolas. "Turn."

Stolas blinked.

"C'mon, we don't have time to be weird, turn to the side."

Stolas turned with his back to Blitz.

"Ok, you're gonna feel pressure and maybe hear a pop"

"O-ok"

Blitz pressed his hands against Stolas' neck, using his thumbs to find pressure points and any knots, feeling for anything unaligned.

"When you grow up like I did you have to learn every bone in the body, even the weird ones, in case no one's there to-nuh!"

Stolas felt a sharp push against the side of his neck and heard a loud pop in his ears.

"-catch you when you fall down. Or they forget to put the net up that day. Which happened."

The pressure was instantly gone, as if Blitz had removed a seven-inch thorn from his neck.

"Wow!" Stolas half-exclaimed/half-yawned, learning how to pop his ears for the first time as he moved his neck around. "Completely gone. Thank you, Blitz."

"Don't sweat, just gonna-" Blitz started to stand up to move back to his side of the van, at the same time the van hit a curb and slammed Blitz back down onto the floor of the van.

"Just gonna lay here," he groaned. He kicked at the back wall behind where the producer and the driver were seated. "You got two goddamn hands! Stop jerking each other off and fuckin' use em on the wheel, dipshits!"

"Relax, Mr. Ragers, we'll be out of this traffic soon so you can go back to terrorizing the help at your own pace," the producer sneered.

"Terrorize your help..." Blitz muttered. Stolas was giggling slightly.

Stupid privileged fucking bird thinks it's hilarious me getting dumped on my ass all the time stupid ugly human face and body and hair and hands fucking asshole

"Having fun, chuckles?" Blitz snapped.

"Well, a bit," Stolas said, pushing his laughter aside. "Sorry."