Stolitz Oneshots

32: Laundry

Stolas's POV:

I was helping Blitz with cleaning his apartment today. It's been pretty messy for the past month or so, and he never bothered with cleaning it. There were dirty dishes overflowing from the sink to the countertops. Dirt, dust bunnies, and other lint littered the floor along with blankets and papers scattered about everywhere.

When I came over yesterday to see Blitz, the first thing I noticed was how dirty the little home was. The only place that was exceptionally clean was Loona's room, which I had only gotten a peak of, before she noticed I entered and slammed the door.

Blitz had been sprawled on the couch watching something related to horses with a bunch of snacks surrounding the couch. There was dirty laundry draped over any furniture in sight and was just a sore sight for anyone to see. He insisted that he would clean sometime soon, but I already could tell he was lying. I told him I'd come over the next day with cleaning supplies to help him make his home look a lot more presentable and welcoming.

So that's where I was now, the kitchen wiping down the now cleared off counters. Blitz wasn't in his apartment room at the moment, as he was in the laundry room, about to take the last load of blankets from the dryer and fold them. Loona had only came out once to get a snack. She was initially surprised when she noticed the apartment looked a lot cleaner than it had before. But she resumed to her natural resting face and went back to her room with her earbuds.

I had finished wiping down the countertops and began to dry the last load of dishes in the dishwasher. I looked over at the front door, expecting to see Blitz anytime soon now, with a pile of blankets in his hands. But my expectations were never met when I just stared at the closed door while cleaning the inside of a glass shot.

I raised an eyebrow while putting away the glass and continued drying the rest of the dishes, listening intently for the door. But all I heard was myself cleaning said dishes, and the faint sounds of a barely working fan in the corner of the living room. I was halfway done with drying the dishes when I started getting curious of why it was taking Blitz so long to carry the laundry here. The laundry room is only one floor down, and we had a timer set for when the laundry would be done. He should've been up here putting them away 10 minutes ago.

I quickly finished the plate I was drying and put it away before slinging the towel over my shoulder to go and search for Blitz. If he needed help with carrying them, he could've called me. He has his phone with him.

I had my doubts that anything bad happened to him. Despite living in hell, this little apartment complex was a calm, and safe seeming place to be. Nothing exciting ever happens here. It was a quiet little homey place to reside.

I approached the laundry room and scanned the small looking room for Blitz. But I didn't see him anywhere. But I did see one dryer open, the door wide open with the blankets in a big pile on the floor next to it. But no Blitz, or anyone for that matter, in sight. I sighed and walked over to pick up the blankets, knelt down and reached out my hands, but quickly ceased my actions once I realized a strange movement within the covers.

It was slowly raising and lowering, as if it was alive, and breathing. I tilted my head in confusion and sat next to the blanket pile criss cross. I could feel the heat radiating from the blanket to my knee, spreading quickly to the rest of my shin.

It wasn't a mystery for too long of why the blankets were making these abnormal movements. It was very obvious that Blitz was hidden under the pile of heated blankets, and his breathing was causing the lifting and lowering of the blankets.

"Blitz?" I asked, wondering if he was even awake. I didn't hear a response, so I assumed he either was asleep, or just didn't want to remove himself from the comfort and warmth of these blankets.

I placed a hand on the pile of and felt around for where Blitz's head was, which wasn't too hard to find since his horns just barely made a lump in the bunches of blankets. There must've been at least 10 of them covering Blitz, making this tiny mountain of heat.

I crawled to the front of the pile to see a tiny opening, and partially Blitz's face. The top of the blanket just barely covered half of the marking on his forehead, the sides of his face suffocated from the sheets, and his chin resting in his folded arms, which were just barely visible.

"Blitzy?" I asked with a smile and proceeded to lay down on my stomach to be eye to eye with him. He slowly opened his eyes and barely smiled.
"What are you doing in the blankets?" I asked and tilted my head slightly to the side.

"Resting." He said simply and buried his face in his crossed arms.

"Are you tired already?" I asked.

"Already? We've been cleaning all morning! So yeah of course I'm tired." He complained and pulled a blanket to cover his face.

"We're almost done with cleaning your apartment, I just have to finish drying the dishes, and you just have to put away these blankets." I told him. He was silent for a few seconds until he lifted the blanket covering his face and looked at me.

"Can't you just... carry me in all these blankets, and drop me on the couch. I don't really have a place for them anyway. Normally they just sit on the couch. Other than that I just throw them in a tiny as fuck closet." Blitz asked and laid his head on it's side.

I sighed and sat up criss cross.

"Only if you promise I never have to help you clean your apartment when it's as dirty as it was a few hours ago. That was atrocious." I said and held out my hand near Blitz. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

"Fine." He exhaled and snuck his hand out from the blankets to slowly shake my hand. Satisfied I closed the dryer door that the blankets came from, and slowly slid my hands under Blitz and the blankets to slowly pick them up. The heat radiated from the blankets and warmed my entire body in a matter of seconds flat.

"I can see why you fell asleep in this mountain of heat." I said as I hugged him close to me, listening intently to his soft purring rumbling.

"S'comfy and warm... kinda like you." He said, lowering his voice at the end. I felt my face blush and heat up more, not from the blankets.

"Kinda like me?" I asked while I smiled and walked out of the laundry room.

"Yeah, you're comfier." He replied. I felt him shift to lean against me more.

"Oh, is that why you use me instead of a perfectly good pillow?" I asked.

"Why use a pillow when I have a fluffier and comfier boyfriend?" He asked and purred slightly louder. I giggled and held him with one hand while using my other to open the door to his room.

"I agree. Not the fluffier part but you're definitely more comfy." I responded and walked into his apartment and walked over to the couch. I peered over at the full dishwasher, then at the rag hanging over my shoulder. I shrugged and sat on the couch with Blitz, with him on my lap snuggled close in all the blankets.

"You taking a break too?" He asked and nuzzled his face against my chest a little more.

"I suppose a small rest won't hurt right?" I asked and hugged him closer.

"But I thought you said, we're almost done with cleaning your apartment," He mocked me and looked up with a smile. I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly.

"You convinced me. We have been cleaning all morning, so I'm taking a break with you." I said and kissed his cheek before leaning back on the small couch to get comfortable. Just like the apartment, the furniture wasn't built for a tall Goetian prince such as myself. But I've found certain positions can be comfortable.

"Alright, we'll take a small break together then." He said and leaned his head against my chest, and we both started to nod off to sleep with the heat of the blankets.