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As soon as Angel entered the hotel doors, he practically collapsed at the bar. He just got off a 20-hour shift with no break. Val was working Angel overtime since he back-talked the moth at the bar, and Angel was beginning to regret it. It was now over two months ago, why can’t he just let it go? He came home, looking bruised and exhausted. As Angel slumps over the bar and looks at Husk with tired eyes, he sees just how tired the cat looks right back.
Since the failed extermination and some of Hell’s sinners realized they could actually get to heaven, the hotel has been much busier. The Hotel now had about 30 customers instead of the one. (RIP SIR PENTIOUS). When the Hotel gets busy, Husk often gets swamped with orders. Angel didn’t want to bother Husk with so many people wanting drinks or the bartender’s advice. He could always get a drink after the bar closed. He didn’t need a drink *that* badly. But before he knew it, he had his favorite in front of him: a pink lemonade mango martini with a lime on the rocks. He looked up at the cat confused, but Husk just gave him a quick wink before going back to his conversation with another person. Even if Husk was tired or busy, he’d always give his spider his drink.
When the bar finally closed, Husk slid Angel one last drink for the night. “On the house, Legs,” Husk said with a low chuckle. Angel let out an amused chuckle. “They’re always on the house, Whiskers.” Husk shrugged at that, polishing up the last of the used glasses for the night. They sat with each other in a comfortable silence until Angel was done with his drink. Once done, he stretched his legs and waited for Husk to come with him.
The poor cat looked almost half asleep, he was starting to sway because of how tired he was. Angel felt bad for making him stay up that long, he could’ve drunk faster. “Let’s get ya to bed, huh Husky? I see my kitty’s tired,” Angel said as he wrapped Husk's tail around his finger gently. Husk just shrugs and then walks up to the P-star’s room and gets ready for bed.
While changing, Angel tries to get the grumpy man to open up about his day. “So, Husk, how was your day baby? Anything special?” Husk just shakes his head, plopping on his bed with nothing but his red boxers with cards and suits on them. Angel sighed and just watched him climb into his bed. Most of the time when Husk was tired, he didn’t like talking that much, but today there was something off.
Angel didn’t know what to do, so he looked at the cat with an idea brewing. What would Husk do if Angel was like this? Usually, Husk wraps his arms around the spider and that makes Angel feel better, but would the same work on Husk? Realistically, there was only one way for the spider to find out. He giggled to himself a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed with Husk in the middle and proposing his idea.
“So, Husky. You know how ya hold me when I’m upset or tired or whateva?” Husk looked at his almost too-eager boyfriend with a hesitant look. “What about it?” Angel extended his arms out to Husk, giving him the choice of what looked like an innocent hug. Husk obliges, crawling to the spider's chest and letting out a small purr.
Angel couldn’t believe that Husk didn’t mind being held, let alone doing it so willingly. He loves being the big spoon or holding his loved ones. He has the arms and the body to give great hugs and embraces, but none of his lovers (forced or not) thought he wanted to hold him. He may be a bottom, but god damn it, Angel hates being the little spoon. He has to hunch over a lot of the time so that the other guy is comfortable.
“You alright down there?” Angel asks the cat, who is now nuzzling his scent all over Angel because he doesn’t smell like him. Angel took it as a yes and rubbed his ears, with the smaller one letting out yet another purr. Both Angel and Husk were melting from pure bliss now that they both had gotten what they secretly wanted.
“I’ve needed this. Thanks, Legs. I uh… Had a rough day with Alastor and tending the bar, that’s all.” Angel didn’t think this was the full story, but he was glad he was helping by letting Husk be in his lap. “Well,” Angel started, using one of his lower arms to turn off the lamp next to them. “You got nothin' to worry about now baby cakes, just relax in my arms.” Husk had no problem with this, just purring and enjoying being with Angel.
No one expects Husk to enjoy being held because of his rougher personality. Deep down, he enjoyed being put on someone's chest or lap but he never expected Angel to do it without him having to ask first. Husk would’ve never said anything, so he was glad Angel offered. Plus, who wouldn’t want to be held by someone with 4 arms? Double the snuggle power, Husk says to himself.
Both men were happy with this position, and Husk fell asleep within minutes of being in Angel’s lap. His tail was gently swagging against the taller man’s leg, almost like a metronome. Angel let out a small smile, seeing how peaceful Husk looked while on his lap. Angel slowly laid down, to not wake up the adorable thing on his lap. When he got comfortable, Fat Nuggets moved up next to his owner and the three of them were fast asleep.
In the morning, Angel woke up to Husk being in the exact position he was before he slept. “Damn Whiskers, you were really tired, huh? You slept like a rock in my arms”, Angel whispered while moving his four arms up and down Husk’s back. “Doesn’t matta’, ya slept good and that's what's important. Love ya, loser.”
Angel lays there for about an hour before Husk woke up. He rubbed his eyes and Angel couldn’t help to give his sleepy partner a look of pure lovestruck. Husk sat up, still on Angel, and stretched his wings while yawning. He looked much better than last night, which Angel was relieved about.
“Morning baby,” Angel said, just happy to have his boyfriend on his lap still. Husk gave a small grunt for a reply, making Angel chuckle. Husk wasn’t much of a talker in the morning, and Angel was fine with that fact. He ruffled Husk’s head a couple of times before Husk got off him and started getting ready for his day.
When they were both ready, they both walked down to the bar hand in hand. Angel looked at Husk with a hesitant look. The bartender noticed almost immediately. “Spill, Legs. What’s on your mind?”
“Do you… Do you like bein’ the little spoon?” There was a hint of hopefulness in Angel’s voice. “I mean, ya slept like a rock, babe. You were purrin’ on me and everything. It was cute—”
Husk’s face turned the same red his suspenders were, hushing the spider almost instantly. “Don’t you fucking dare call me cute!” Angel just laughs at his reaction, leaning to his level. “You didn’t answer the question, Husky. If you do, I’ll hold you more. I fuckin hate bein’ the little spoon, if I’m being completely honest.”
This caught Husk a little off guard, but he could understand it. Angel was 7 feet and lanky after all. He never put two and two that Angel would find it uncomfortable to cacoon himself for snuggles. It would’ve been fine for every once in a while, but they did it almost every night. Husks sighs at him, giving him a small smile.
“I wouldn’t… mind doing that again. You seem less sore too.” He saw Angel chuckle. “I do feel better than if you were the big spoon, I gotta admit.” Both Angel and Husk genuinely felt like they got a better quality of sleep than ever before. “Can we do it every night?” Husk asks with a blush on his face. The both of them knew it was out of character for Husk, but Angel couldn’t say no. “Of course, Husk. Now, I have to go to work, have fun at the bar. Don't miss me too much,” Angel teased as he laid a kiss on Husk’s head before heading out the door.
Before Angel left to Val’s studio, he calls out to Husk, who was now talking to Charlie about his “attitude to the customer” and how it needed to be fixed. “See ya later little spoon!” Though Husk was annoyed he had embarrassed him, he couldn’t wait for Angel to get home.