Joey huddled up in the blanket, trilling softly like a bird in his sleep. His wings fluttered every so often, the feathers a bit disheveled. He'd have to preen himself in the morning. His cheeks were still lightly flushed from the alcohol, but he seemed comfortable enough to sleep until morning.
“He’s too cute for his own good,” Sol sighed with a smile. Deciding to stay, he settled himself in the chair, letting his own wings out. Poor things going to have a raging hangover…
(Timeskip?)
(yuppers!)
When Joey stirred in the morning, he groaned softly and curled in on himself, cradling his head in his hands. He obviously hadn't noticed that Sol was there yet, too preoccupied with his headache and also under the assumption that no one was in his apartment with him.
Sol woke quickly upon hearing movement, being a light sleeper by necessity. He looked over at Joey, and he frowned in concern seeing him hold his head. “Morning, Joey,” he greeted softly.
Joey yelped in fear and fell off the couch, tangled up in the blanket. He quickly tried to get the glamour back on his wings. "Ah! S-Sol! When did you get here??" He asked nervously from the floor. "We didn't… do anything, did we?" He asked, his face very flushed.
Sol approached Joey slowly, going to help him get untangled. “I slept in the chair,” he chuckled, stretching his own wings. “And no, we didn’t. You passed out pretty quick.” Helping up the angel, he smiled, “You’re adorable, you know that?”
Joey flushed harder and ran his fingers through his fluffy hair. "I-I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble, sir…" Seeing Sol's wings, he reluctantly lifted the glamour on his own so he could start idly preening them.
Sol smiled. “Don’t worry a bit, Joey,” he said, reaching out to gently brush his feathers. He wasn’t sure about angels, but amongst his kind, it was a sign of trust and comfort.
“I was happy to help.” Turning to the small kitchen, he went to fill a glass of water, which he brought back. “Drink all of this, it’ll help with the hangover.”
Joey shivered at the touch, flushing harder. His wings were obviously very sensitive to touch. He watched Sol curiously, and accepted the water when it was offered to him. "Thanks… I guess this is normal after you drink?" He asked, starting to drink the water.
Sol nodded, sitting down in the couch. “It’s worse if you’re not used to it, but yeah, even I get hangovers if so drink enough.”
Looking over at Joey’s blushing face, Sol had the sudden urge to kiss him. What in the bloody stars—you just met him yesterday, Forest
Joey sat down as well, quietly drinking the water he'd been given. "It's not very fun…" He mumbled, closing his eyes so the light wouldn't hurt them so much. "At least I don't have to work today. That would really suck, huh?"
“Yeah, that’d suck,” he agreed. “I don’t have work today either… would you want to hang out? I feel bad about last night.” He smiled ruefully at the angel, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Y-Yeah, sure." Joey smiled softly up at Sol. "At least I didn't get so drunk I don't remember anything… did I do anything dumb?" He asked curiously, finishing the glass of water and setting it on the table.
Nodding with approval seeing the finished glass, Sol huffed a laugh. “No, you just acted tired,” he replied with a smile. “You were kinda cuddly, though. It was cute.”
Joey flushed again and smiled softly. "Ah… um… do you mind if I go shower?" He asked, getting to his feet. "I feel really gross." He laughed weakly.
Smiling at the adorable angel, Sol nodded. “Of course, it’s your apartment. I’ll wait out here, if that’s alright,” he replied.
Joey nodded a bit. "I'll be back soon, I promise." He headed into his bedroom and returned about fifteen minutes later, drying his fluffy hair with a towel. He was wearing an oversized hoodie and athletic shorts that exposed his thin legs. "Sorry for the wait…"
Sol’s heart lurched at the sight before him. Joey was absolutely adorable and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle him and play with his fluffy hair. “I, um, you’re good,” he stuttered.
Joey carefully fitted his wings through the large holes in the back of his hoodie and sat beside Sol, starting to preen himself again. "So, what do you wanna do?" He asked. "We can watch TV or something if you want."
“Ye-yeah, works for me,” Sol replied, ruffling his wings to get comfortable. He scooted slightly closer to Joey. Oh, he smelled nice. No, stop. Don’t lose your sense over a cute angel
Joey nodded and turned on the TV before resuming his preening, his large hoodie slipping over one shoulder a bit as he shifted and worked. "You can pick whatever you like. Preferably free, though, I'm kinda poor." He laughed softly.
Sol gulped. It’s just a shoulder, what’s the matter with you?!
“Got it,” he said, flipping through channels before settling on the cooking channel. He settled back, glancing over at Joey and trying not to blush.
Joey eventually finished preening himself and drew one knee up to his chest, hugging it tightly as he watched the cooking show. "Do you like cooking?" He asked curiously. "I'm not much of a chef myself, but I can follow a recipe."
“Hmmm I enjoy it when I have the time,” Sol replied. “But I like the shows.” He sits quietly for a bit, watching the tv.
Glancing around the room nervously, he finally turns to Joey. “Would-would it be okay if I, ah, held you? Like cuddle?” he asked carefully, quick to add, “You can say no, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Joey flushed a bit again and considered for a few seconds. "O-Oh! Um…" He seemed a little taken aback by the question, obviously not quite expecting it. "Y-Yeah, that's… that's fine. Just be gentle. My bones are hollow, so they crack and break easily."
Sol smiled softly and nodded, oh so carefully lifting Joey and pulling him into his lap. He gently held the angel, making sure his wings weren’t cramped. He was so soft…
“Is this alright?” Sol murmured.
Joey nodded, shifting a bit to get more comfortable before resting his head on Sol's shoulder. His fluffed up hair gently brushed against the other man's chin, cheeks, and neck. His wings rested limply behind him on the couch, and he seemed to be pretty comfortable.
Sol gently nuzzled Joey’s fluffy hair. So nice…
“How are you so soft?” he murmured, cradling the angel closer and wrapping his larger brown wings around them protectively.