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Stolas looked up from the plants he was watering when he heard the door jingle. 

“Hey, Stols,” a familiar voice called. 

“Oh, hello, Blitzø.” Stolas smiled. 

Blitzø was one of his regulars, and he quite enjoyed his presence.  

The first time Blitzø had come into his shop, Stolas hadn’t known what to expect. He typically tried not to stereotype people, but the heavily tattooed man wearing a scowl had set him on edge. He had beelined for the counter and looked so intimidating Stolas thought he might get robbed. 

Instead, he'd asked for a bouquet of roses. It was rather off-putting if he was honest. Stolas had asked him what it was for (he’d pissed off his girlfriend) and then helped him find the perfect ones. He thought that was that. 

Then Blitzø had come back the next week, asking for a bouquet that incorporated lilies with other flowers. This time, he said he needed an art reference.  

Then again. 

Over time the two had begun to talk. Stolas learned that Blitzø owned the tattoo shop across the street, Ink Made Perfect or I.M.P. Stolas told him about how owning his little shop, Nettle Nest, was a dream. Little by little the two got to know each other. 

Now, there was a sense of familiarity. Stolas enjoyed talking to the man, and frankly, he found him rather attractive now that he knew he wasn’t any sort of threat. Not to him at least. 

Blitzø was short, had an undercut, burn scars that just added to his charm, and his arms had many different tattoos on the non-scarred skin. Some were better than others, though he once explained to Stolas that he let his apprentices practice on him. (“I’m a tattoo artist. If I’m covered in weird ink, no one’s gonna care.”) 

Stolas found it endearing. Attractive. 

Who was he kidding? The man was gorgeous, and Stolas had it bad. 

His time separated from Stella had given him a chance to reflect on himself and what he had always known. He was interested in men. His father could cut him off for it if he liked, Stolas had his shop and his self-worth now. 

And a massive crush on the tattoo artist currently in his shop. 

The tattoo artist with a girlfriend. 

Fuck. 

“So, any chance you could get me a moonflower?” Blitzø asked, drawing Stolas from his thoughts. 

Stolas blinked. “Oh, that is an unusual request.” 

Blitzø shrugged. “It’s okay if you can’t. I have photos, but they’re never the same, you know?” 

“Oh, yes. Well, darling, luckily for you I am quite adept at getting my hands on flowers. How soon do you need it?” Stolas asked, grinning at Blitzø.  

It could have been his imagination, but he thought he saw the shorter man blush. 

“Next week?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.  

Stolas' smile softened. “I’ll see what I can do.” 

Blitzø smiled back. “Thanks, Stols.” 

The bell jingling again interrupted them. “Stolas!” 

He flinched at Stella's shrill voice as she stormed into the shop. “Stella, I’m with a customer,” he hissed.  

“Like I care about your flighty little shop dreams. Where is Octavia? She was supposed to be ready.” The blonde woman glared at him, arms crossed showing perfectly manicured nails on her hands.  

Stolas could see Blitzø staring from his peripheral and wanted to groan. “She’s upstairs. You told her noon, it's eleven-thirty.” 

“On time is late, you should know that.” Stella headed for the staircase, catching Blitzø’s gaze. “The fuck are you looking at?” Then she stormed upstairs.  

Stolas did groan this time, setting a hand on his forehead and leaning over the counter. 

“Piece of work you’ve got there,” Blitzø noted.  

“You have no idea.” Stolas sighed. He cleared his throat and recomposed himself. “Alright, I’ll get the flower for you. Did you need anything else?” 

“Your phone number,” Blitzø told him.  

Stolas froze, face heating. “Sorry?” 

“I mean, I’m in here weekly, we talk a lot, might as well. Plus, then you can give me updates on my flower orders.” Blitzø looked a little nervous. Stolas didn’t know what to make of it.  

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“Ah, yes. That is… a fair point.” He quickly scribbled his number onto a scrap of receipt paper and passed it to Blitzø.  

“Thanks, sunflower.” 

Stolas felt his face burn. “Sunflower?” 

“Yeah,” Blitzø smirked. “They’re tall and pretty. Like you.” 

Stolas felt like he might pass out as Blitzø smirked again, then turned and left the shop.  

He was absolutely fucked. 

*** 

Blitzø sighed heavily as he made the short walk over to his shop.  

Casually ask the married man for his number right after his wife walked in. And call him sunflower to boot. Great idea dumbass.   

It worked, though he was certain for professional reasons only. Stolas didn’t seem the type to destroy his family, not for someone like Blitzø. Besides, he liked the man, enough that he didn’t want that either.  

A little flirting never hurt anyone though.  

Right? 

Is Blitz

He sent the message as he walked through the shop doors.  

Hello, Blitz. Thank you for coming in again. I apologize for Stella.  

S fin. I no it not ur falt  

Thank you. I will let you know when those flowers arrive.   

Thnx  

“Sir! You’re late! Your client will be here any minute!” Moxxie shouted at him.  

Blitzø groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Got it, Mox. I’ll head back.” 

The front of house was pretty standard for a tattoo shop — Front desk where he had Loona work as a receptionist. Glass case with aftercare products and merch. Art on all the walls, and smack in the middle, a signed picture of Verosika Mayday.  

To my best boyfriend. Thanks for the ink. ♥ Verosika Mayday  

Maybe keeping a picture of his ex addressing him as her boyfriend on full display was tacky, but the bitch was famous and knowing he was her artist, or had been, brought in loads of clientele.   

He went back to his station, decorated all around with horses, and began getting everything ready. He made sure everything was sterilized, then printed the image to show the client and make the stencil upon approval.  

It was a simple piece—. Some lilies for a memorial with a ribbon displaying the dates. One of his favorite types of tattoos. And of course, the perfect kind for him to go bug Stolas about. 

He had one for his mom amidst the cacophony of apprentice tattoos. His most meaningful piece.  

Before he could dwell on it, a small woman, probably barely eighteen, came through the door, smiling timidly. “Blitzø?” 

“That’s me.” He looked up, giving her a smile. He may have had resting asshole face, but he was damn good at his job and customer service. “Cara?” 

“Yeah.” She said shyly.  

“Well come on in.” Blitzø motioned her forward. “Here's what I have for you.” He held up the drawing.  

Cara's face lit up. “That’s perfect.” 

“Yeah?” He grinned. “Upper right arm, right?” 

She nodded. 

“Alright. Be right back, kid.” Blitzø told her, going to print the stencil.  

All things considered, the kid did well for a first. Especially one of that size. She told Blitzø it was for her grandma, and he had shown her his for his mom. She seemed to have a good experience, and he hoped she’d come back.  

He was cleaning up for the next client when the doorbell jingled. He let Loona handle it until she called for him. “Blitzø! Walk in!” 

He sighed. “I’m booked. Hang on.” 

He peeked his head into the next room. “I’m booked too, sir.” Moxxie said before he could ask.  

Blitzø nodded and went to the next. “You have any openings, Mills?” 

“I'll take them if they’ll let me.” She grinned.  

Millie was almost done with her apprenticeship, and was a damn good artist in Blitzø’s opinion.  

“They okay with an apprentice?” He called up front.  

“Yeah.” Loona called back.  

“Send ‘em back, Loonie.” 

Blitzø supervised the first part, then told her to yell if she needed help. He trusted her by this point. She had this.  

The rest of the day passed in a blur. He sent everyone home before he left, asking the M&Ms to drop Loona off. He had some paperwork to take care of.  

By the time he was finished it was well past dark, and he walked out to lock the doors and head home.  

He was surprised to see Stolas doing the same.  

“Little late for you, isn’t it?” Blitzø called to him.  

The taller man jumped, startled. “Oh, Blitzø! Didn’t you close a few hours ago?” 

“I could ask you the same thing,” Blitzø teased. “I had some paperwork to do.” 

“Ah, I was doing the same. Had some orders to finish writing up.” Stolas smiled. 

“Look at us, being responsible business owners.” Blitzø grinned, then gave Stolas a once over. 

He looked as gorgeous as that morning, even more so in the moonlight. It made Blitzø’s mouth go dry. Then he had the sobering memory of Stolas’ wife that morning and shook the thought away. 

Married. This man was married. He had a daughter. Blitzø was an asshole sure, but he wasn’t going to intentionally ruin some kid’s home life just to get laid. 

“Blitzø? Are you alright?” 

Oh shit, he had spaced out. 

“Yeah, sorry, it’s been a long day.” He laughed it off. “I should probably get home to Loonie.” 

“Your receptionist?” Stolas blinked. 

“Huh? Oh! Damn did I never tell you? She’s my daughter. Can’t you see the resemblance?” Blitzø couldn’t help but grin at the surprised expression on the taller man. He seemed to be searching for words when Blitzø took pity on him, laughing. “She’s adopted. I know we look nothing alike.” 

Stolas let out a breath. “I apologize, I was truly searching for a response.” 

“I could tell.” Blitzø glanced at his phone. It was getting late. “I gotta go. You have a ride?” 

“I was just going to flag a cab.” 

“I can drop you off if you want.” Blitzø shot a thumb toward the sleek black motorcycle behind him. “I have an extra helmet.” 

“Oh, I...” Stolas looked incredibly nervous. Blitzø couldn’t blame him. Dead of night, tattooed man he barely knew outside of some casual banter, a motorcycle. 

“You don’t have to.” Blitzø shrugged, trying not to feel disappointed. 

Stolas looked at him, then the bike, and back to him again. “Actually, I think I’ll take you up on that.” Stolas surprised him, looking determined. “Here, I’ll put my address in your phone.” 

Alright, fancy boy wants to ride, they’ll ride. He gave his phone over. 

“Hope you know how to hold on tight.” Blitzø grinned, taking the device back when Stolas was done.  

Oh god, they were going to have to be pressed together, quite close. Oh, he was absolutely going to die.  

He passed his spare helmet to Stolas before putting his own on. “Alright. You ever done this before?” Blitzø asked.  

“…No,” the tall man admitted.  

“’Course not.” Blitzø laughed. “Okay, pretty boy. Get on behind me and put your arms around my waist.” 

Stolas seemed to hesitate for just a moment before doing what Blitzø said.  

The press of his hips against his lower back made Blitzø swallow thickly. Okay, this is fine. He could totally get him home without popping a hard on. No problem. 

“Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” Stolas sounded so nervous.  

Blitzø found it adorable. “Hold on tight.” 

Then he started the bike and they were off.  

Stolas gripped him for dear life, hands pressed tightly into his stomach. It gave him butterflies and made not getting a boner that much harder.  

What he’d do to have those hands wander lower… 

No. No bad thoughts.  

Blitzø followed the instructions on his GPS, watching the buildings get progressively fancier the further he drove.  

Well, fuck. Stolas was rich, wasn’t he? 

Blitzø finally reached a super fancy apartment building that looked like its rent was his salary. Go figure.  

When he stopped, Stolas didn’t let go, which made him laugh. He set a hand over his. “You can let go now. We’re here,” Blitzø teased.  

Slowly Stolas removed his hands, and Blitzø tried to pretend he didn’t mourn the loss of his touch as he dismounted. 

Stolas handed him his helmet and Blitzø stowed it back in the storage compartment.  

“Thank you for the ride,” Stolas told him.  

“Anytime, sunflower,” Blitzø smirked.  

The blush that colored Stolas' face at that was adorable. Blitzø would never tire of it.  

“I should go in.” Stolas fidgeted. “Have a good night, Blitzø.” 

“Yeah, night.” He waved.  

He watched Stolas enter the building. The poor man's legs looked like jelly, much to Blitzø’s amusement. 

Once the door closed behind him, Blitzø took off again, heading back to the more run-down part of town where he and Loona lived. He sighed heavily.  

Rich Stolas. Rich married Stolas. Of course. 

There went his chances. Not that they ever really existed to begin with.  

Fuck his life. 

*** 

Stolas panted, leaned up against his shower wall, hand wrapped firmly around his cock. Fuck. 

Being pressed against Blitzø, holding his waist, the feel of him, it was too much. He was grateful his body controlled itself long enough for him to get inside.  

He imagined what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his hands roam, to touch him more intimately. To have Blitzø’s hand on him instead of his own.  

He increased his pace, feeling himself grow closer to completion with every thought. A loud whine left his throat. 

He was glad for Stella taking Octavia for once. The last thing he needed was to scar his daughter.  

A few more quick jerks and he came with a cry, painting the shower floor and watching it wash down the drain.  

When his high receded he was left gasping with guilt and shame. Blitzø was a taken man. What was he doing? 

Yet Stolas couldn’t help it. He found him beyond attractive, and he couldn’t control his fantasies.  

What he did behind closed doors was for him to know, and Blitzø to never find out. He liked the man enough to be his friend even with the tension that seemed to permeate the air around them. This would ruin that. 

He needed to stop this infatuation now, before it got worse. So, no more fantasies about the scarred beauty.  

He could do that. Definitely.  

It would be fine.  

*** 

Blitzø groaned into his pillow, muffling his sounds of pleasure. Loona would absolutely kill him if he woke her. Especially with this. 

His hand jerked his cock quickly, thumb teasing over the head. He huffed, picturing Stolas' perfect body, his hands, his mouth.   

“Fuck.” Blitzø whispered. “Why are you so fucking hot?” 

Having Stolas pressed against his back had been intoxicating. The man's hands on his abdomen, he could still feel the warmth.  

He wanted more.  

He's married.  

Who cares?  

He has a daughter.   

Not your problem.   

I’m not that much of an ass.  

Bullshit.  

Blitzø came suddenly with a stuttered gasp, spilling over his hand. He let out a soft moan, tilting his head back before coming down and relaxing. He reached for the tissues to wipe his hand off then tossed it at the bin.  

Blitzø groaned, throwing an arm over his face.  

This was a problem. 

*** 

Your flowers have arrived.   

Blitzø stared at the message for a long moment. It had been five days since his and Stolas' late-night ride on his bike, and he still couldn’t get the man out of his mind.  

Awsum

Blitzø didn’t know what else to say. What do you say to a man you’ve been jacking off to for the better part of a week? 

If you have a moment stop by the shop.  

These aren’t like normal flowers.  

Blitzø chewed his lip and looked at the clock. He had an hour before his next scheduled appointment.  

Ah, fuck it.  

He made his way for the front. “Loona, I’m stepping out.” 

“Whatever,” she muttered, not looking up from her phone. 

If she was anyone but his daughter that would so not fly, but for her, he was willing to tolerate it. Because he loved her, even if she still seemed to struggle with that idea sometimes. 

He couldn’t blame her.  

Blitzø shook those thoughts away, heading for the flower shop. He entered cautiously this time, but there was no sign of the blonde bitch wife.  

Thank god. 

If he never saw that woman again, he’d die happy. What could Stolas possibly see in that?  

“Oh, Blitzø!” Stolas noticed him, walking over quickly. “That was rather quick.” 

“Yeah, I have a gap in my schedule.” Blitzø shrugged. “You said you have the flowers?” 

“Oh! Yes, but there's something you need to know about these.” Stolas grabbed and set two rather tall vines on top of the counter. With notably no flowers.  “They're called moonflowers for a reason. They only bloom at night.” 

Blitzø stared at the plants. “Oh… cool.” 

“I um, was wondering if I may watch them with you? I've never seen one bloom in person,” Stolas asked hesitantly.  

Blitzø tried not to shift nervously, mostly succeeding. “Yeah. I mean that should be fine, long as you let me get my sketches done.” 

“Of course, darling! I would never get in the way of your work.” Stolas clasped his hands together, looking giddy.  

Blitzø fought back a blush. That damn nickname again. He checked the time. He had thirty minutes before his appointment. He should get back soon or Moxxie will have a fit.  

“When are you free, sunflower?” Two could play at a game.  

Stolas did blush, looking away and clearing his throat. “Um, I can do tomorrow night, if that’s okay with you?” 

“Perfect,” Blitzø purred. “I have to get back to the shop, but I’ll see you then, pretty boy.” 

Blitzø was pretty sure he heard an embarrassed groan as he left. It made him laugh.  

*** 

“Sir, you have got to stop leaving in the middle of the day. It’s incredibly unprofessional,” Moxxie told him when he walked through the door.  

“Get off my dick, Mox. I had an hour gap,” Blitzø said, flipping him off.  

In all actuality, he and Moxxie were good friends, but the man could really get on his nerves sometimes. 

“He was busy flirting with the flower shop owner across the street,” Loona cut in, still on her phone. 

Moxxie froze. “Please tell me you’re joking.” 

“Do I ever joke?” Loona asked, looking up with just her eyes.  

“Sir, why the hell are you flirting with Stolas Goetia?” Moxxie asked, voice a pitch higher. “Do you have any idea how foolish that is?” 

Goetia… why did that sound so familiar? 

“His father is the owner of a big-ticket marketing business. They have a lot of power, and last I checked that man is married. You could get into so much trouble,” Moxxie hissed.  

Oh. That’s why he knew the name. And why Stolas was so rich.  

Shit.  

“I didn’t know he was a Goetia,” Blitzø whispered.  

“How did you not know? It was a big deal when he opened that shop.” Moxxie put a hand to his forehead.  

Blitzø raised an eyebrow. “You think I pay attention to that kind of stuff? Look, I wouldn’t stand a chance with him anyway, so don’t worry so much.” He sighed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready for my next client.” 

Blitzø pushed his way into the back.  

A Goetia.  

Seriously, fuck his life.  

He decided then that he needed to put a stop to this. For once, Moxxie had a good point. Pissing off someone with enough money to take everything from him was not smart.  

Still, this sucked.  

*** 

Work the next day dragged. Sure, he said he would stop flirting, but he was allowed to be excited to see him. That was perfectly normal for friends, right?  

Plus, he always enjoyed doing portraits of flowers. This one would be especially interesting, given the limited time frame. 

“Hey, M&M, can you take Loona home? I have plans,” Blitzø told them.  

“What sort of plans?” Moxxie asked with narrowed eyes.  

“Untwist your panties, Mox. I need to sketch a flower for a client and it only blooms at night.” Blitzø waved him off.  

“That’s all?” 

“Mox, I swear.” He sighed. “Look, believe it or not, I actually value our asses. I’m just going to look at a damn flower.” 

Moxxie stared for another moment then sighed. “Fine, we can take her.” 

“Thank you.” Blitzø went back to cleaning up for the night.  

He waved to the three as they left and he crossed the street to Stolas' shop.  

Blitzø knocked on the door he knew would be locked. “Stols? It’s me.” 

A moment later it opened, Stolas standing there with a smile. “Hello, Blitzø.” He stepped aside so the shorter man could enter. “You picked a good time to need this flower. It’s the perfect time of year.” 

“I didn’t pick it, the client did, but that’s good to know.” Blitzø laughed.  

“Come, we can go out back for this.” Stolas picked up the two potted plants and led Blitzø through the back of the shop. 

There were a lot of in-progress event orders, plant care materials, and bouquet accessories. But there was also a large star chart on the wall. 

Huh. Interesting.  

“I’ve always loved the stars,” Stolas said suddenly, making Blitzø realize he had been staring. “If I’d had my choice I’d have studied astronomy.” 

“Why didn’t you?” Blitzø couldn’t help but ask.  

“My father wanted me to get a business degree,” he said, rather bitterly. “Granted it did help opening the shop. Thankfully plants were my other passion.” 

“How did you end up with a flower shop anyway? Aren’t you like, some heir to a company or something?”  

Stolas paused, an odd expression on his face. “It’s… complicated.” He said finally.  

Blitzø didn’t pry.  

The two made their way out back where Blitzø was surprised to see there was a rather large patch of grass, still lit by the setting sun. “It’s one of the reasons I chose this building,” Stolas explained upon seeing his expression.  

Blitzø could understand why. Bustling city life meant not a lot of places to grow plants. Save for the few parks.  

Stolas made his way to the center of the patch, sitting cross-legged and setting the vines in front of him. Blitzø took a seat beside him, knees to his chest.  

“So now we wait?” he asked.  

“Yes. They bloom fairly quickly once dusk sets in,” Stolas told him.  

“Cool.” 

A comfortable silence fell over the two as they waited, watching the flowers for movement. Blitzø had pulled his sketchbook from his bag, eager to get some good angles once they bloomed. That was why he loved using live plants as models instead of static images.  

Blitzø stared in awe when the flowers began to open. The small white buds spread quickly, opening into a large circular flower. It really did resemble the moon. “Woah. That's awesome,” Blitzø whispered.  

“It is a very unique experience.” Stolas agreed.  

As soon as the bloom opened completely, Blitzø started to sketch, occasionally turning the pot for a different angle. He always offered at least three line works for the client to choose from. Then he took their choice and shaded or colored it.  

He was so engrossed in his drawings that he didn’t notice Stolas watching until he spoke. “You are a very talented artist.” 

Blitzø couldn’t stop the blush from forming on his face. He always got flustered when someone saw him working. “Ah, well thanks,” he replied awkwardly. “Definitely makes my job easier.  

Stolas chuckled. “I can imagine.” 

Silence fell over them again, and Blitzø finished lining the drawings. Perfect.  

He’d do the digital version once he knew which the client wanted. A lot of artists had gone completely digital, but Blitzø always had a soft spot for traditional art.  

“Alright, done.” He grinned.  

Stolas smiled, then looked back at the flowers. “They are quite beautiful.” 

Blitzø stared at him, taking in his features in the moonlight. “They aren’t the only thing that’s beautiful,” he whispered.  

Wait. Shit. He wasn’t supposed to say that out loud. 

Stolas looked at Blitzø only to catch him staring, and a dark blush spread over the taller man's features. “Oh…” 

Blitzø was suddenly aware of how close they were. If he crossed his legs their knees would touch. Moxxie’s words rang somewhere in the back of his mind, but they sounded so far away.  

Before he could think better of it, he had reached for Stolas' face, guiding it down to his and kissing him. 

At first Stolas was still, and Blitzø was afraid he had royally fucked up. Then, slowly, the kiss was returned.  

His lips were soft, and Blitzø melted into them.  

This man. This perfect, gorgeous, rich man was kissing him back. Hell must have frozen over.  

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Blitzø pulled back and the two just stared at each other, taking in the other's expression. Then Stolas reached for him and kissed him again.  

Definitely froze over.   

His eyes closed. This one was more intense, heated. It lit a familiar fire in his lower abdomen. Fuck.  

Stolas’ lips parted and their tongues wrapped around each other, only intensifying the feeling. Before Blitzø knew it, he had pushed Stolas onto his back, climbing over him and straddling his hips.  

The hardness that pressed against Blitzø told him he wasn’t the only one turned on. He rolled his hips experimentally and the man beneath him let out what may have been the sexiest moan he had ever heard.  

Blitzø pulled back, lips moving to his neck. A hand came to hold his head and he groaned against Stolas’ skin.  

“Fuck,” he muttered.  

“Blitzø…” Stolas whispered.  

“You okay?” Blitzø looked up at Stolas' flushed face, and took in the sound of his stuttered breaths.  

“More than.” 

Blitzø huffed a laugh then smirked. “Good.” He trailed a hand down Stolas' sternum. “Let’s go inside, pretty boy.” Blitzø didn’t know if there were cameras out here, but he’d rather not find out with exposure charges.  

Stolas didn’t need to be told twice, sitting up against Blitzø who quickly stood and offered a hand.  

As soon as they made it through the door, Blitzø was on him again, pressing him against the wall. He threaded a hand through Stolas' soft hair, the other dragging their hips together.  

Stolas pulled back, panting and tilting his head back. He held Blitzø close, hands gripping his shirt.  

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Blitzø groaned.  

One of Stolas' hands came up to hide his face, but not in time to cover how red it was.  

“None of that,” Blitzø told him, taking his wrist. “I want to see you.” 

Then he was kissing his neck again, pulling at his shirt to slowly trail his lips down to his collarbone. Stupid sweater got in the way after that.  

His hands slid up Stolas’ shirt, warm skin under rough palms. Stolas gasped.  

Blitzø explored, tracing over the slim muscles of his abdomen and up to his chest. He tweaked a nipple and Stolas let out an adorable squeak.  

Oh yeah, he could work with this.  

He kissed him again as his hands wandered. Stolas hesitantly inched his own hands up the back of Blitzø’s shirt and the smaller man growled into the kiss, deepening it further.  

They grasped blindly at each other, only breaking apart when the need for proper air became too much.  

Blitzø fell to his knees, lifting Stolas’ shirt and kissing his abdomen. “Wanna suck you off.” Blitzø whispered against the skin.  

Stolas shuddered. “I-I’ve never…” 

Blitzø looked up at him in surprise.  

“Stella never…” 

Yep, time to shut him up. Blitzø did not want to hear about his wife right now.  

He brought a hand to rub Stolas through his pants and his words cut off with a gasp.  

“I promise you won’t regret it,” Blitzø purred, knowing damn well he probably would, come morning.  

He pushed that thought aside.  

Stolas reached down, brushing a hand through Blitzø’s hair and setting it there. “Okay,” he whispered.  

Blitzø licked his lips before undoing Stolas' pants. He pressed open mouth kisses against the skin above his waistband. The hand in his hair tightened. 

Fuck yes.  

Blitzø hooked his thumbs in the waistline of Stolas' pants and underwear, pulling them down his hips just enough for his dick to spring free.  

Stolas was rather well endowed, and it made Blitzø groan. He glanced up to make eye contact with him, then slowly licked the underside of his cock.  

Stolas whined, head tilting again.  

Blitzø took just the tip, teasing with his tongue and loving the way Stolas gasped for air already. He couldn’t get enough of him.  

Then he bobbed forward to take all of him, choking slightly but pushing through. Stolas let out a loud moan, hand tightening in Blitzø’s hair almost painfully. He loved it.  

It had been so long since he had done this, but something about Stolas made him want to worship his body. He was radiant, and it drove Blitzø crazy.  

He gripped Stolas’ hips, keeping them pinned to the wall. He wasn’t willing to give up his usual control, even if this activity wasn’t one he got up to often. 

It started with a slow rhythm at first, Blitzø enjoying the whimpers and moans that left Stolas. The way his hand tightened in his hair when he bobbed down. How his face flushed with pleasure. Blitzø loved every second of it.  

Then he took him deep and swallowed.  

“Blitzø!” 

Oh, to hear his name on those lips.  

He went faster, Stolas chanting his name like a mantra. Blitzø stroked the underside with his tongue, sucked on the tip, and then pushed as far as he could before swallowing again.  

Stolas came with a cry, spilling down his throat. Blitzø made sure to swallow every drop. 

Stolas was gasping for breath, knees shaking as he pressed his weight into the wall. “Soooo…?” Blitzø asked with a smug grin.  

“Fuck me,” Stolas breathed.  

Blitzø raised a brow. “Are you offering?” he asked, standing.  

Stolas let out a laugh, though it sounded more exasperated than anything. Then the taller man swallowed. “There’s an apartment upstairs,” he whispered, then closed his eyes as though debating with himself. Finally, he shook his head and met Blitzø’s eyes. “I want you to fuck me.” 

Okay, Blitzø was going to die tonight.  

“Fuck, sunflower. You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned.  

Stolas readjusted his pants so he could walk, then bent next to Blitzø’s ear. “If it's from the throes of ecstasy, I'll allow it.” 

Blitzø growled. “Oh, pretty boy, I'll show you ecstasy,” he promised before kissing him. He pulled back and took Stolas' hand, grabbing his bag with the other. “Lead the way.” 

Stolas gulped, then led Blitzø up the stairs. There was, in fact, a fully furnished apartment up there. Normally Blitzø probably would have asked why, but his mind was preoccupied.  

As soon as Stolas pulled him into the bedroom and flicked on the lamp, Blitzø tossed his bag aside and grabbed Stolas, pinning him to the wall by his wrists. “I’m assuming you’ve never done this before either?” 

Stolas was shaking a bit. “N-no.” 

“You’re okay with this?” 

Stolas nodded.  

“I need words, pretty boy.” 

“Yes,” Stolas whispered. 

Blitzø let out a shaky breath. He pressed a kiss to his sternum then set his forehead there. He could feel Stolas' racing heart. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, letting his wrists go. 

Stolas ran a hand up his back, settling it against his neck. “I trust you.” 

Oh, fuck if that wasn’t a turn on. 

Blitzø leaned back and pulled him into a soft but heated kiss, backing up until he felt the mattress against his legs. “You happen to have lube here?” 

“Um…” Stolas hesitated.  

Blitzø chuckled. “Luckily for you, I’m always prepared.” He stepped away to dig in his bag, returning a moment later with the little bottle and a condom in his hand. He tossed them on the mattress. “Come here.” He beckoned, sitting down.  

Stolas did as he was told, and Blitzø pulled him onto his lap, knees framing his hips.  

He pulled Stolas into another kiss, working his hands back under his shirt. He licked the other man’s mouth open, twisting their tongues together.  

Blitzø’s hands trailed up Stolas' sides, bringing his shirt with them. He broke the kiss to pull it over his head, Stolas helping with the sweater sleeves.  

He took a moment to study Stolas in the dim light of the lamp. His thin but toned body made Blitzø’s mouth water. He met Stolas' unsure gaze.  

“I know I’m not the most attractive…” Stolas began. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Blitzø cut him off. “You’re fucking gorgeous, got that? Don’t ever let anyone say you’re not. If one of us is claiming to be unattractive, it’s my scarred ass.” 

Stolas looked surprised by the outburst, then his gaze softened. He stroked the scarred side of Blitzø’s face. “I think you’re beautiful.” 

Heat spread throughout Blitzø, an unfamiliar feeling settling in his chest. He stared at Stolas, mouth slightly agape. How? 

“Your scars just add to your beauty, Blitzø. And I'm sure they tell a story.” 

They sure fucking did, but he was not about to think about it in that moment. 

“You are way too out of my league to be saying that,” Blitzø muttered with a head shake.  

Stolas tilted Blitzø’s head up with a finger under his chin. “You’re wrong.” 

Then he kissed him again, and Blitzø’s mind went blank. 

Blitzø was pulled close, flush against Stolas' now bare chest. He longed to feel it against his own. 

He pulled back briefly to fling his own shirt over his head, quickly returning his lips to Stolas'. 

When his bare abdomen met Stolas' he moaned. Stolas moved his hands down Blitzø’s sides and stomach before breaking the kiss to look at him. Blitzø shuddered at the touch. 

Stolas’ eyes traced over the scars and ink, breath hitching. Hesitantly he moved his hands, tracing the intricate lines of his tattoos. “Beautiful,” he whispered.  

Blitzø was on him again, catching him off guard when he flipped them, Stolas landing on his back with his legs off the mattress, Blitzø now standing between them.  

Stolas looked shocked and it made Blitzø laugh. “I’m stronger than I look,” he purred.  

Stolas huffed. “That was rather hot.” 

Blitzø grinned. “That was the idea, pretty boy.” He nudged Stolas. “Move back on the mattress for me.” 

Stolas did, laying back so Blitzø could straddle his waist. He sat back, walking a hand down Stolas’ bare torso before sliding it back up. The man beneath him shivered.  

“Still okay?” Blitzø had to check.  

Stolas swallowed and nodded. “Yes.” 

Satisfied, Blitzø leaned down, leaving kisses on Stolas' torso. He couldn’t help but suck a few marks into the pale skin, not thinking about the potential consequences of that until after. Stolas didn’t stop him though. Just held him closer as he moaned.  

Maybe his wife wouldn’t notice.  

Blitzø kissed his way back up, nibbling against his neck. He was trying to be careful, to not mark obvious spots, but he got a bit carried away right under his jaw. Shit.  

At least there it was mostly hidden.  

“Blitzø…” Stolas' voice drew him back. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah.” Blitzø exhaled. “I'm fine.” 

Stolas leant up, kissing him then moving down his neck and chest, returning the favor.  

Blitzø shivered and groaned. The feel of his mouth was intoxicating. He could feel him biting his skin. Leaving his mark, dark against tan skin. He loved it.  

One spot where his neck met his shoulder worried him. Some of his shirts hung rather loosely off his shoulders, but that was a problem for later.  

Before he knew it, Stolas had rolled them, now on top. Blitzø gasped at the sudden confidence shift.  

Stolas pressed kisses to his stomach and along his waistline. “Hmm, can I return the favor?” he asked, thumbs hooked in Blitzø’s belt loops. “You might have to guide me, but I’m a fast learner.” 

Blitzø felt his dick twitch. Fuck.  

He didn’t know where Stolas’ very sudden boldness came from, but he was far from complaining. “Just don’t do it too well. I still want to fuck you,” Blitzø breathed.  

Stolas smiled, then swiftly undid Blitzø’s pants. He lifted his hips to make it easier to pull them down. 

Blitzø sighed in relief when his dick sprung free. His pants had been painfully tight. “Go at your own pace, sunflower,” Blitzø whispered.  

Stolas took him in his hand, giving a few strokes. Blitzø let out a deep groan, head tilting back. Just his hand felt amazing.  

Stolas hesitated briefly, then to Blitzø’s immediate shock and pleasure swallowed him down completely.  

“Holy shit! Fuck!” Blitzø on instinct grabbed Stolas’ hair, gripping tightly. 

Stolas bobbed, looking ethereal sucking Blitzø’s cock. Blitzø couldn't believe he hadn’t done this before. He twisted his tongue just right and swallowed around him.  

“Fuck, pretty boy,” he moaned, tugging on Stolas’ hair. “Stop, stop, I'm gonna come,” he whined.  

Stolas pulled back with a pop and smirked at him. “No gag reflex,” he explained.  

Blitzø huffed a laugh between his pants. “Holy fuck. I'll remember that.” 

He would too. That was nearly the best blowjob he had ever had— hell, maybe it was the best. It took all his willpower not to spill down Stolas’ throat.  

Blitzø sat up after calming himself down, kicking his pants off. He kissed Stolas softly. “Let’s get these off.” He tugged on Stolas’ jeans. Stolas nodded and Blitzø tugged them down, Stolas helping remove them completely.  

He was hard again, and Blitzø loved the sight. 

“Lay on your back and spread your legs for me,” Blitzø whispered. 

Stolas did, and went right back to looking nervous. Blitzø reached for the lube then kissed Stolas again. “I need you to relax for me, okay?” 

“Okay,” was the soft reply.  

Blitzø uncapped the lube, coating his fingers with a generous amount. He slowly prodded Stolas’ hole, watching the man’s expression.  

He tensed briefly when Blitzø pressed in before relaxing again. Good, the last thing Blitzø was trying to do was hurt him.  

He worked the one finger, letting Stolas adjust to the feeling before sliding in a second. This time he let out a gasp, arching slightly. “Relax,” Blitzø repeated gently.  

He worked with the two now, twisting his wrist and searching… 

Stolas let out a shocked sound followed by a moan and Blitzø grinned. “Found it.” 

Blitzø teased his prostate as he worked a third finger in, distracting Stolas from what he knew was the most uncomfortable part.  

The taller man whimpered, head tossed back and eyes closed. He looked radiant.  

“Almost there,” Blitzø whispered, stretching him just a bit more.  

Blitzø was well aware he had a rather large cock. Prep was always a need, good prep at that. 

Especially for someone who hadn’t done this before. 

Blitzø stroked his prostate once more before pulling his fingers out. Stolas whined at the loss. 

“Shhh, it’s time for the fun part.” Blitzø told him, tearing the condom open with his teeth. He rolled it on then added more lube. 

“Hey,” he called and Stolas looked at him. “You sure about this?” 

Stolas' face softened. “More than you know.” 

Blitzø slid his hands under Stolas’ knees, testing his flexibility and nodding approvingly. Then he bent to kiss him before setting one knee on his shoulder and lining himself up. 

When he pressed in Stolas broke the kiss with a gasp, eyes widening. 

“Just stay relaxed. It’s okay,” Blitzø promised, sliding a hand up his abdomen. He moved slowly until he was pressed to the hilt, pausing so Stolas could adjust. “Still okay?” 

Stolas nodded and Blitzø allowed it on account of his shallow breaths. He rolled his hips experimentally and Stolas moaned.  

“Move. Please.” Stolas gasped out.  

Blitzø didn’t need to be told twice. Slowly he pulled out then pressed back in, holding one of Stolas’ legs, the other still on his shoulder.  He kissed his inner knee then thrust again.  

Stolas moaned softly, relaxing completely. Blitzø took that as a sign he could go faster.  

Stolas moaned with each thrust, back arching whenever Blitzø brushed that sweet spot, fists clenching the bed sheets. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” Blitzø told him. “So fucking pretty. Feel like I’m dreaming.” 

Stolas reached up to cup the back of his neck. “I’m real,” he whispered.  

Image by Kiaxian

That snapped something in Blitzø and he went faster, now determined to bring this angel to completion.  

“Fuck,” Stolas gasped. “Blitzø!” 

“That’s right. Say my name. Tell the world who’s making you feel like this.” Blitzø growled, panting himself now. Blitzø moved his hands to Stolas' hips, pulling him forward with each thrust.  

“Blitzø! Please! I need…” Stolas trailed off into incoherent whimpering, but Blitzø knew what he was asking.  

He wrapped his hand firmly around Stolas' cock and began to keep pace with his thrusts.  

A high-pitched whine left Stolas' throat and he thrashed his head. “Please,” he chanted, intermingled with Blitzø’s name.  

Soon Blitzø could feel him tense before he cried out loudly, spilling come all over his stomach and Blitzø’s hand.  

“Oh, fuck,” Blitzø moaned. That had been so hot.  

He thrust a few more times, then let out a filthy moan as he filled the condom he wore. “Mmmm. Fuck, pretty boy.” He pulled out slowly and Stolas whimpered.  

“How do you feel?” Blitzø asked.  

“Fantastic,” Stolas breathed. “That was… thank you.” 

Blitzø couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his features. He spotted a connected bathroom and cupped Stolas’ face. “I’ll be right back.” 

He went in and pulled off the condom, tossing it in the trash and washing his hands. Then he searched until he found a washcloth, wetting it and returning to Stolas.  

He cleaned him up the best he could of the come and lube, the poor man looking like his body was made of jello. He tossed the washcloth aside, picked up his pants, and fished for his phone. It was ten.  

Okay. He had a couple of hours before Loona got suspicious. He crawled back into the bed, setting his phone on the table then flicking the switch on the lamp. 

He pulled Stolas into his arms, pressing kisses to his back. “You did so good for me.” 

Stolas let out a happy sound and rolled toward him, clearly already half asleep.  

Blitzø chuckled. “Get some rest, sunflower,” he said, looking into tired eyes that then closed.  

Blitzø figured holding him for a bit longer wouldn't hurt anything. He stroked his hair and admired his features the best he could in the dark. 

Stolas really was a sight to behold. Blitzø wanted to know who had ever told him otherwise. They deserved a good kick in the teeth.  

Before he knew it his eyes grew heavy and he found himself drifting off as well, arms still around Stolas. 

*** 

When Blitzø woke, it was still dark and he was cuddled up to Stolas. It took a few seconds for his mind to catch up with current events.  

Then he panicked, checking his phone for the time.  

Three a.m. 

He sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. Fuuuck, Loona was going to ask questions. 

He glanced at the man sleeping beside him and bit his lip. He didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want Stolas to think this had meant nothing to him, though it should have.  

A deep-seated regret settled in his gut. Stolas was married.  

His logical mind caught up to him and he could practically hear Moxxie screaming. He had to go, pretend this didn’t happen. 

Needed to make sure it never happened again.  

Blitzø knew he would never be able to forget it though. 

Carefully, he removed himself from the bed, making sure he didn’t wake Stolas in the process. He gathered his clothes, dressing quickly before slipping down the stairs.  

He was glad to find that he could lock the door from the inside before leaving.  

Blitzø let out a heavy sigh as he headed for his bike. Fuck, he hoped he could get inside without waking Loona.  

The drive home seemed to take forever, Blitzø stuck in his thoughts and memories of earlier. Stolas was beautiful. Blitzø had enjoyed himself, but he couldn’t do this. Not if it meant risking the wellbeing of his company if he was caught. Not if he was just a side piece. A secret. 

Not if Stolas was married.  

You already crossed the line.   

Shut up.  

Once he reached the apartment, he parked the motorcycle then headed to the third floor. As quietly as possible, Blitzø turned the key, flinching at the click.  

He needn’t have bothered. Loona stood mere feet from the door with her arms crossed.  

Blitzø jumped. “Holy shit! Loona?! Why are you awake?!” 

“Why are you just now getting home?” she shot back, looking him up and down.  

“It took longer than expected for the flower to bloom,” he tried.  

“Bullshit.” She studied him a moment, then her eyes widened. “Oh my god, you slept with him!” 

“I did not.” 

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Blitzø!” she spat. “There’s a hickey poking out of your shirt. Are you insane?” 

Blitzø just stood there, staring at the floor, hand shooting to cover the mark he knew had been too high. He was glad it wasn’t uncommon for him to wear turtle necks this time of year. “It was a mistake,” he finally said. “It won’t happen again.” 

“It better not. Did you hear a word Moxxie said?” she hissed.  

“Look I fucked up, I know,” he snapped. “Just… just leave it alone.” Blitzø muttered, sounding defeated.  

“I’m not going to just leave it! You’re putting all our jobs at risk!” Loona growled. “Do you think his family doesn’t have connections that would take us out? Because I have news…” 

“Loona, please!” Blitzø begged. “I know, okay? I just… I wanted… he made me feel…” He choked back a sob, fighting tears. “I… I know I messed up. I’m sorry.” 

Loona's gaze softened some. “It happened. There isn't much we can do now.” She sighed. “Let’s just get some sleep. We have to be at the shop in like five hours.” 

“Okay,” he muttered.  

She glanced at him again, chewing her lip. “Do you have feelings for him?” 

Blitzø stood there a moment, thinking. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted. “But I know I don't want to be some dirty little secret.” 

“Okay,” she muttered to herself, now looking sad. She met Blitzø’s eyes. “I’m sorry, but it’ll be okay. Goodnight, Dad.” 

“’Night, Loonie.” His voice was barely audible.  

He dragged himself to bed, collapsing on the mattress, still in his clothes. Despite the several hours of sleep he’d already gotten he was exhausted.  

He really had fucked up, hadn’t he? 

Blitzø’s dreams were plagued with nightmares of consequences.  

*** 

Stolas woke to the sun just coming up. He blinked in the light, then turned over. 

Only to see an empty bed.  

He sat up quickly, looking around. Blitzø’s clothes were gone. He’d left. Stolas was alone.  

Stolas knew. He knew last night was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened. But Blitzø had initiated and… 

And Stolas had reciprocated. He was as much to blame.  

Blitzø likely needed to get home before suspicions arose. The thought made Stolas feel ill.  

He knew this was a one-time thing. Probably a way for Blitzø to get whatever this was out of his system. It wouldn’t happen again.  

Stolas should have known in the moment that it didn’t mean anything. Not really.  

That didn’t make waking alone hurt less. 

He had about three hours before Stella would be bringing Octavia back. Two hours before the shop opened. He should get up. Find some of the spare clothes he kept here and change. Wash the sheets and washcloth. Empty the bathroom trash.  

Instead, he felt himself tear up. He was such a fool to harbor feelings for a taken man. He turned and cried into the pillow. 

Hopefully they could move past this and keep some semblance of their friendship. They never had to bring it up again. 

Even if Stolas very much wanted to. Were he a better man, he’d say something to someone, but he had wanted Blitzø, even though he’d known he shouldn't. He was weak, just like Stella always said.  

He cried even harder then. Cried until he couldn't breathe.   

Blitzø had made him feel alive, told him things he never imagined hearing from another person and… 

And it had all been a lie.  

An hour later, Stolas finally managed to drag himself from the bed. He shuffled into the bathroom, catching his reflection in the mirror.  

The pale skin of his chest was littered with marks, each one a reminder of the passion Blitzø showed. He traced over them like constellations, then clenched a fist.  

He wondered if Blitzø regretted it. If he went home to his daughter and pretended it didn’t happen. Or if he went back to his girlfriend like Stolas was nothing.  

Regret was starting to settle in his gut. He should have stopped Blitzø and ignored his own selfish longing. He felt so foolish. 

Eventually, Stolas was able to clean up both himself and the apartment.  He then finally went to open the shop, trying to make sure his eyes didn’t look too swollen from the crying.  

It was a blessedly slow morning. Stolas kept checking his phone for any message from Blitzø, but there was none. His heart fell further.  

The bell chiming made him look up, only to see Stella and Octavia. “Welcome back, starfire.” 

“Whatever," his daughter muttered, going upstairs. Stolas was very glad he managed to put things back in order, even if Via had her own room up there.  

“Maybe she would talk to you if you gave up this petty little conflict.” Stella set a hand on her hip.  

Stolas glared. “My wanting a divorce isn’t petty Stella. It's long overdue in my opinion, and I’d appreciate if you would stop dragging it out.”  

“Not until I get what I want,” she spat.  

“I’d give you everything if it meant getting you out of my life. As it is though, I don’t have access to what you want,” he hissed. “Now get out.” 

Stella scowled at him, then her eyes landed on his neck and grew wide. “Who the fuck?” She stalked toward him, grabbing his face and lifting his chin. “Bad enough you humiliate me asking for this divorce, but now you’re sleeping with some whore?!” 

Stolas jerked back. “Don’t you dare call him a…” 

“Him?!” she shrieked. “Are you a fucking faggot?” 

Stolas fell silent, just staring at her. He didn't know what to say.  

“Oh, that's rich! I'm sure your father would love to know you've been sleeping around with men. You were already on thin ice trying to leave me.” She gave a twisted grin.  

“Stella…” Stolas practically begged.  

“I could tell him, but there's one thing that might make me reconsider.” She tapped her lip in thought.  

“What?” Stolas felt like crying again. He was so emotionally exhausted.  

“Call off the divorce.” 

It felt like ice water washed over him and he found his nerves again, standing straighter. “No,” he said firmly.  

“What?” Stella shrilled. “You stand to lose everything.” 

“I’d sooner lose everything than stay married to a vapid bitch like you!” he finally snapped.  

A loud smack reverberated through the room as pain bloomed on his face. He held his cheek, teeth grit while Stella checked her nails.  

She glanced back up at him. “Don’t forget your place.” 

“Get. Out,” he hissed.  

She glared for a long moment, then turned on her heel. “Fine. If you want to live some sissy lifestyle you can, but I will tell Paimon.” She reached the door. “I was right, you are weak.” 

Then she left.  

Her last words rang through his very soul after last night. Sighing heavily, Stolas pressed against his face, flinching slightly. 

It was likely to bruise, but that was a problem for later.  

He went upstairs to check on Octavia, and make sure that she hadn’t heard any of that. She may have been seventeen, but he’d never stop protecting her from her mother’s cruelty.  

“Via?” he called.  

Loud music sounded from her room. He sighed. She probably heard the start of the argument then drowned it out. That was certainly better than the alternative.  

Stolas went back downstairs to work on orders and finish the rest of his day, trying to think of a good excuse for his bruised face. 

*** 

Blitzø was miserable.  

He was wearing one of his many turtlenecks, begging the ground to swallow him. Loona, to her credit, kept what she knew to herself.  

But it ate at him.  

The last time he felt he fucked up this bad was the fire, and this hurt almost as much, just in a different way.  

He never should have kissed him.  

Stupid moonflower. Stupid pretty face. Stupid client.  

Blitzø was trying to convert his sketches from last night to his iPad, and failing miserably. He couldn’t focus.  

“Sir, you’ve been trying to draw the same line for twenty minutes,” Moxxie told him, walking past again. “What’s going on with you?” 

Blitzø sighed heavily. “I slept like shit and had nightmares to boot,” he groaned. It was far from a lie.  

Moxxie still didn’t look convinced, at least until Loona cut in. “Yeah, and his restless ass kept me up until three.” 

Moxxie blinked and shook his head. “Take better care of yourself, Blitzø. We worry.” Millie was peeking out of her room and nodding now.  

Blitzø forced a smile. “Thanks guys. I’ll try.”  

Guilt bubbled in his gut. If they knew… 

He walked up front to Loona after the other two ducked back to continue working. “Thanks,” he whispered.  

She glanced at him. “I’m worried too, you know. You’re usually pretty reckless, but this was another level.” 

“He makes me feel something. Feel alive. My scars and tattoos don’t scare him off and he… he said I’m beautiful. What am I supposed to do with that?” he lamented.  

Loona had frozen by this point, actually setting her phone down and staring at him. “Jesus Christ, Dad. You did not fall in love with a married man,” she hissed.  

“I’m not in love with him!” 

“Bullshit!” She grit her teeth. “You talk like he hung the fucking stars.” 

Blitzø was quiet. “He loves the stars.” 

“Oh my god!” She put her face in her hands.  

“Look, I’m sorry!” He was near tears, struggling to keep his voice down. “I didn’t mean to.” 

“Blitzø, this isn’t some sappy rom-com where you get the boy in the end. This is real life and you’re risking everything!” Loona put a hand to her forehead.  

“I know!” Blitzø felt tears fall and wiped at them quickly. “I know,” he repeated, calmer. “I won’t be repeating it. I promise. Besides, I haven’t heard from him, so I’m pretty sure he feels the same.” 

Loona stared at his defeated, heartbroken expression. “I'm sorry, Dad.” 

“There’s nothing I can do now.” He glanced at the clock. “I have to finish this stupid drawing. Yell if you need something.” 

Loona just nodded as he trudged back to his room. 

*** 

Every time his phone buzzed, Stolas' chest clenched. He was praying for something from Blitzø. Anything that might make him feel better about what had happened.  

Instead, it was random app notifications, two clients making changes to their orders, and Octavia wanting to go out. So, when it buzzed again, Stolas only half-heartedly looked.  

Until he saw the contact's name. 

Father.  

Oh fuck. 

Hesitantly, he opened the message, and braced for the worst. 

Call me. Now.  

Stolas gulped. This was bad, very bad. 

The phone seemed to ring forever once he hit the call button, until Paimon's unmistakable voice came through. “You have one chance to explain yourself.” 

“Father, please…” 

“I have been incredibly lenient through all of this drama. I allowed you to go through with this divorce, I allowed your silly little plant shop dreams, but I will not allow the rumor that my son prefers the company of men.” 

“It’s not a rumor,” Stolas whispered.  

“What?”  

“I said it isn’t a rumor,” Stolas repeated, louder. “I’m gay.” 

“No. You’re not. I suggest you cease this childish rebellion…” 

“I’m not rebelling!” Stolas cut him off. “Is it so wrong to want to live for myself?” 

“It is when you are from this family! We have an image to uphold.” 

“To hell with your image!” Stolas snapped. “I have been stuck in a miserable marriage for eighteen years because I wanted to uphold your ideal image. I’m done!” 

“No son of mine will be known as a faggot!” 

“Then I suppose you have no son!” 

Silence fell over the call as those words hung in the air.  

Paimon sighed heavily. “A month,” he finally said, voice cold and level. “You have a month to come to your senses before you lose everything. Your fortune, your trusts, this company. One month, Stolas.”  

“You may as well take it now; nothing is worth following your conditions,” Stolas practically spat.  

“Think of Octavia’s future if you care so little for your own.” 

The line went dead.  

Stolas put the phone down, head in his arms as he leaned over the counter. This was a nightmare. An absolute nightmare.  

Think of Octavia.  

He was. She was as free spirited as him. Wanted to study taxidermy. He never wanted to take that from her. Not the way his passions had been taken from him.  

Whether Blitzø hated him or not, Stolas knew he was not going to give up the chance the man unknowingly gave him.  

Little did Paimon know that Stolas had prepared for this for years. They would be fine. 

He just needed to finalize this damn divorce. 

*** 

A week passed with no sign of Blitzø. Then two. Then three. No text. No call. No visit to the shop.  

Stolas hated it. In fact, he hated it enough to make a very stupid decision, which was how he found himself standing in the lobby of I.M.P. He glanced around, feeling nauseous when his eyes landed on the photo of Verosika. What was he doing here? 

Loona spoke without looking up, sounding bored. “Welcome to I.M.P. How can I…” She glanced up. “Oh, shit!” Her eyes widened and she dropped her phone. “Blitzø!” 

“Loona, I have a client in thirty minutes that I need to get ready for. What…? Oh, shit…” Blitzø stepped out into the front of the store and froze.  

“All good, B?” Blitzø’s female employee called from the hall. His other employee was blessedly absent. 

“Yeah, Mills. Don’t worry we’ve got it,” he called back.  

“I’m not touching this,” Loona said, standing and heading for the break room. “Good luck.” 

Stolas wondered how much she knew.  

“What are you doing here?” Blitzø hissed, glancing back over his shoulder.  

“I wanted to talk.” Stolas told him, shrinking into himself.  

“What, got sick of pretending I don’t exist?” Blitzø asked with a raised brow.  

“Pretending you don’t—? You left!” Stolas hissed, glaring at him. “What was I supposed to say?” 

Blitzø shifted, then looked away. Stolas sighed. This man was so hard to read. “I just want to talk, Blitzø. Truly.” 

The smaller man looked unsure, then closed his eyes and sighed. “You know what time the shop closes.” He turned to go back to his studio. “Meet me out back. I’ll send Loona home with M and M.” 

Stolas let out the breath he had been holding. “Okay. Thank you, Blitzø.” 

“Whatever.” Then he was gone.  

Stolas was left standing there, unsure of what to expect. He glanced back up at Verosika’s smile again.  

Fuck, he was a terrible person, wasn’t he? 

Swallowing that thought, he turned to leave, going back to his own shop and the responsibilities that came with it.  

*** 

Even with a large piece to finish the day and keep him occupied, Blitzø felt everything drag. He made sure to keep an eye on his client's art, to do the high-quality work he was known for, but every spare minute, his mind drifted back to Stolas.  

What could he possibly want to talk about? Had his wife found out? His father? Was he about to give Blitzø an ultimatum? 

This was such a tedious position to be in. He hated it. Moxxie had been right, he never should have slept with him.  

Never should have gone into his shop that day to meet the beautiful man who ran it. Never should have gone back afterward. Never should have initiated conversation after his break up, especially once he found out Stolas was married.  

Never should have fallen for the kind, smart, pretty, flower shop owner.  

Blitzø took a minute after his client left, trying to compose himself. He felt like crying and screaming all at once.  

Once he felt held together, as best he could be anyway, he wandered to Moxxie and Millie who were waiting to leave. “Can you two take…” 

“Already asked them,” Loona said dryly. “We’re good.” 

Blitzø nodded. “Right. Thanks.” 

Moxxie had a suspicious glint in his eye that made Blitzø nervous, but he said nothing. “’Night, B!” 

“See you tomorrow, sir.” 

“Bye, Dad.” 

Then he was alone. Quickly, he locked the front door, then went to the back, which opened into the alley behind the building. Theirs was the only door that opened into this section, which kept it largely private. Sometimes Blitzø parked his bike back here.  

Tonight was one of those times.  

Stolas was already waiting, fidgeting his hands nervously. “Blitzø…” 

He held up a hand, cutting Stolas off. Once he was in the alley, he leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette. “Okay, talk,” he told Stolas.  

“I just… I wanted…” The man looked so nervous that Blitzø almost pitied him, but knew he wasn’t doing much better. “Why did you leave?” Stolas finally asked.  

Blitzø looked away. “I had to get home,” he told him, taking a drag. “Loona would have gotten suspicious.” 

An odd expression crossed Stolas' face at that. He looked almost… hurt? 

“I understand,” Stolas whispered.  

Blitzø blinked at him. “Why do you even care?” 

“You were… that night was… it wasn’t like anything I’ve felt before, Blitzø.” Stolas looked at him with such intensity Blitzø nearly flinched away. “Please, tell me I’m not the only one who felt it.” 

Blitzø clenched his fist. Of course not, but he couldn’t admit that. “I can’t be whatever it is you want me to be, Stolas.” Stolas looked like Blitzø had slapped him. “I'm sorry.” 

“Then why did you kiss me? Why start something you never intended to keep?” Stolas looked frustrated now. “Why would you lie to me? Say I'm beautiful, then throw me away?” 

Blitzø flicked his cigarette butt away. “I didn't lie, you are beautiful,” he whispered.  

“Then why…?” 

“I can't risk it, Stols. Your family, you... You could destroy me in an instant. Make everything I've worked for disappear overnight.” Blitzø stared him down. “I can't put my people, my daughter, in danger like that.” 

“Blitzø, I’d never…” 

“What about your father?” Blitzø raised a brow. “Your family. It isn't necessarily you I fear, Stolas. I can't live being some dangerous secret.” 

“Blitzø I swear. I would never do that to you. No one would even know it was you. I'd hide it to keep you safe.” 

Blitzø knew he should walk away. Pretend this conversation never happened. Get on his bike and move on. 

Instead, like an idiot, he approached him. “Why?”  

“Because you make me feel alive, Blitzø,” Stolas insisted. “In ways I haven't for years. 

The promise Blitzø made to Loona rang in his ears.  

Blitzø was many things. A friend, a loving father, a business owner.  

He was also a liar. 

It was something he knew well, so he didn't even feel surprised when his body seemed to move on its own. He reached for Stolas, pulled him down, and stared him in the eye. “Promise me,” he whispered. “Swear on your life, your shop, that you won't tell them who I am if you’re ever caught.” 

Stolas was trembling. Blitzø could feel his quickened breaths on his lips. This was stupid. So very stupid. Why would Stolas ever promise that? Blitzø would be a great person to throw under a bus in the worst-case scenario. Stolas would never… 

“I swear,” the taller man whispered.  

Blitzø stood there staring a long moment, eyes widening at the resolve he found in Stolas'. 

Then he broke.  

He wrapped both arms around Stolas' neck and kissed him. It was relieving, if he was honest, like a tension releasing after weeks of tightening.  

It was soft, it was heated, it was so stupid.  

Blitzø pulled back, panting. He stared at the gorgeous man in front of him. He remembered what it felt like to kiss him, take him, bring him to completion.  

Blitzø shuddered.  

A hand came to cradle his jaw, Stolas turning his head as he kissed his cheek and down his neck where he paused. Blitzø could feel his breaths on his skin.  

“I can’t do this again. Not if you’re going to leave,” Stolas whispered, even as he took the opportunity to nip Blitzø’s neck.  

Blitzø jumped, holding the back of Stolas’ head. “I won’t,” he promised. “Didn’t want to leave the first time.” 

He pulled Stolas back up, pressing their lips back together. Stolas backed him up until he hit the alley wall. A mirror of their positions that first night. 

This was stupid, reckless, emotional torture, and yet Blitzø couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t pull away. Didn’t want to.  

If this was all he could have, he would take it.  

You didn’t want to be a secret.   

It’s all you'll ever be.   

Blitzø willed his mind to shut up, focusing on Stolas. Blitzø kissed him like he was drowning, then pulled back, staring into his eyes.  

“Get on the bike,” he breathed. “Unless you want to fuck in this alley.” 

Stolas didn't have to be told twice. He let go of Blitzø, who grabbed the helmets and handed him one. 

“Where to?” 

“Via’s staying at the shop apartment. We can go to the other one,” Stolas replied.  

Fleetingly, Blitzø wondered where his bitch wife was, then decided he didn't care enough. “Yeah, about that. Why do you have two apartments anyway?” Blitzø asked.  

“It’s a long story, but the short of it is I need a backup just in case.” 

Blitzø wanted to ask in case of what, but then Stolas' arms were around his waist and his hands slid along his abs, making him shiver.  

Right. Time for that later.  

Blitzø started up the bike and practically flew into the night, Stolas hanging on for dear life.  

“Darling, you’re going to kill us,” He just barely made out Stolas’ voice over the wind.  

Blitzø laughed. 

When they finally reached Stolas’ fancy-ass apartment, Blitzø was fully worked up. He could feel Stolas pressed against him, and it was enough to drive him crazy.  

He ripped his helmet off, stowing it and Stolas’ away when it was handed to him.  

“Inside. Now,” Blitzø ordered.  

“Impatient,” Stolas teased.  

Blitzø growled. “Careful with that mouth, pretty boy, or I might have to punish it,” he tried to threaten.  

‘Tried’ because Stolas just looked at him and smirked. “Perhaps that’s what I want.” 

Blitzø groaned.  

The two made their way inside, Stolas swiping a fucking key card to make the elevator work.  

Fancy fucking rich people.  

That didn’t matter though. As soon as Stolas’ key opened the door, Blitzø was back on him, Stolas reciprocating just as enthusiastically.  

They stumbled towards his bedroom, scarcely keeping their hands off each other.  

“Fuck, I missed you,” Blitzø admitted, pulling him into another kiss.  

Stolas pulled back to kiss down his neck again before sliding to his knees in front of him. And if Stolas knelt before him wasn’t the sexiest fucking image he’d ever seen, he wasn’t sure what was. “Did you still want to put my mouth to use, darling?” he teased.  

Blitzø moaned. “Fuck yes.” 

Stolas grinned, quickly undoing Blitzø’s pants. He looked up to meet Blitzø’s eyes as he freed his already hard cock. He licked it slowly from base to tip before opening his mouth to take him in.  

Blitzø groaned, watching Stolas with hooded eyes. “Fuck, pretty boy. You’re so good,” he whispered.  

A beautiful blush colored Stolas' face. Blitzø could always work with a praise kink.  

He threaded his fingers through Stolas’ hair, tugging gently, then harder when Stolas moaned and took him deeper.  

Right. No gag reflex.  

Blitzø’s head fell back, eyes closed in bliss. “Don't stop,” he gasped.  

Stolas obeyed, keeping his steady pace as Blitzø’s pleasure grew. “Fuck, pretty boy. I’m gonna…” Stolas took him all the way and swallowed, mimicking what Blitzø had done for him all those weeks ago.  

It was enough. Blitzø flew over the edge, his orgasm hitting like a wave. He gripped Stolas’ hair, growling as he came down his throat. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

Stolas pulled off and grinned. He swallowed, and Blitzø just found that even hotter.  

“Get up here.” Blitzø pulled him into a heated kiss, tasting himself on Stolas’ lips. He groaned. “You’re fucking amazing.”  

Stolas blushed, hand coming up to caress Blitzø’s face. “So are you.” 

Oh fuck.  

Blitzø ignored the warmth that spread through his chest. Tried to push it away. He shouldn’t be doing this… 

Yet he couldn’t stop himself. Stolas must have had him under some sort of spell. 

Blitzø kissed him again, hands working to pull his shirt off. They broke apart to throw the offending article away, Blitzø’s following soon after. 

Blitzø kicked his pants off the rest of the way, then moved to lay on the bed. “Come here,” he beckoned.  

Stolas did, still acting shyly as he straddled Blitzø’s thighs. 

Blitzø pulled him into another hungry kiss, already feeling himself grow hard again. “Take these off,” he whispered, undoing the button of Stolas’ pants. 

The taller man stood again, sliding the fabric down his long legs. Blitzø watched with a heated gaze, transfixed by his beauty. “Hand me my bag.” 

Stolas did, and Blitzø quickly pulled out the lube and a condom, then tossed the bag back off the bed. “Okay, pretty boy. Come back here.” 

The two kissed as Stolas crawled back over, naked bodies pressed heatedly against each other. “You’re so fucking pretty,” Blitzø whispered, leaning to press kisses to Stolas’ neck.  

He could feel how hard he was, Stolas' dick pressed against his thigh. His own cock twitched.  

“Stand on your knees for me,” Blitzø said softly, reaching for the lube.  

Stolas did, breathing shakily as Blitzø coated his fingers. He ran a hand over Stolas’ hip, the other prodding his hole before pressing inside.  

Stolas shook but stayed relaxed as Blitzø slowly worked him open, moaning whenever he brushed that sweet spot. “Blitzø…” 

“Shhh, I have you.” Soon enough he pulled back, rolling on the condom then swatting Stolas' ass.  

The man yelped, and Blitzø found it adorable. “Ready for me, pretty boy?” 

“Always,” Stolas whispered.  

Fuck.  

Blitzø slowly lined himself up, then guided Stolas down until he was pressed to the hilt, both shaking.  

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” Blitzø moaned. “Ride me, sunflower.” 

Red bloomed across Stolas’ face before he hesitantly rose just a bit and slid back down. Blitzø reached for his hips, guiding him up and lowering him again.  

With every movement, Stolas grew more confident, his movements steadier, becoming faster. Blitzø moaned beneath him. 

Stolas was panting, hands pressed firmly against Blitzø’s chest. Blitzø stared up at his flushed face, his expression twisted with pleasure.  

It was the most beautiful thing Blitzø had ever seen.  

Soon, he felt himself growing close and couldn’t help but thrust up into Stolas. The man cried out, head tipping back as Blitzø increased the pace.  

“Wanna see you come,” Blitzø whispered. “Want to hear your beautiful moans as you fall apart completely from my dick alone.” 

“Blitzø!” Stolas flushed. “Harder.” 

Blitzø smirked. He could do that.  

Thrusting up again, he watched Stolas' expression, noting how he bit his lip. How his fists had clenched against Blitzø’s chest. He was close.  

“Come on, pretty boy. Let go for me,” he told him.  

Stolas did, coming suddenly with a high-pitched whine. Hot come shot across Blitzø’s stomach and chest, making him moan deeply. “Fuck. Good boy.” 

He thrust up a couple more times, Stolas crying out sharply with each one. Finally, Blitzø held the man down, shaking and groaning as he filled the condom. He panted, head thrown back against the mattress. “Fuck, pretty boy. You'll be the death of me.” 

“I'd rather not, darling.” Stolas laughed. “That was amazing.” 

“Mmm, yeah it was.” 

Stolas slowly lifted himself off with a gasp, knees shaking. 

“Lay down, sunflower. I’m going to clean up.” Blitzø told him as he stood.  

He went to the connecting bathroom, wetting a washcloth to wipe the come off his chest and abdomen. Then he rinsed and wet it again, returning to Stolas.  

He cleaned him up, then tossed the cloth at the hamper before crawling back in bed.  

“Thank you, darling,” Stolas muttered. 

Blitzø pressed a kiss to his temple. “Get some rest.” 

“Stay?” 

Blitzø set a hand against his face. “I’ll be here, sunflower. I promise.” 

The two adjusted themselves, Stolas' back to Blitzø’s chest, then drifted into sleep. It was the best sleep Blitzø could remember having in a very long time.  

*** 

This time when Blitzø awoke, it was daylight, and he held Stolas tightly in his arms. He groaned at the incoming light, burying his face in the taller man's back.  

A hand came to rest on the one he had set against Stolas' stomach. “Good morning, darling.” 

Blitzø hummed. “’S early.” 

Blitzø vaguely registered Stolas reaching for his phone. The man chuckled. “It’s noon.” 

Blitzø shot up before remembering it was Sunday. The shop was closed. He groaned, putting a hand to his forehead. “I should go home. I’m already going to get an ear full.” 

And he was. Oh, was he ever going to get chewed out. In all actuality, he was terrified to go home.  

“Mmm, stay for just a little bit?” Stolas asked, rolling toward him and still sounding sleepy. 

He looked ethereal in the morning light. Blitzø couldn’t help but reach out, brushing back his silver hair. 

He sighed. “Just a little while.” Blitzø laid back down, this time with Stolas holding him.  

Blitzø could feel the other man’s hands roam, tracing over tattoos and scars. It wasn’t sexual, just curious. 

“If you don’t mind the question, how did you get your scars?” Stolas asked.  

Blitzø’s breath hitched. It was an innocent enough question. A hard one to answer though.  

He debated if he even wanted to, but time had healed the wound some. “There was a house fire. It was an accident, but it was my fault,” he whispered. “I left a candle burning when we went to bed. It somehow fell over.” Blitzø took a shaky breath. “My sister is the only one who got out unscathed. My best friend was over, and my mom… she was really sick. Couldn’t get out on her own. He and I tried to save her, and we all got caught in the blaze.” He paused, shaking his head. "I was burned bad, Fizz got it worse and Mom… Mom didn’t even make it out.” 

The arms around him tightened, Stolas pulling him close. “I'm so sorry, darling.” 

Blitzø sighed. “It was a long time ago. I’ve mostly come to accept it. My sister hates my guts, but Fizz came around. It’s the best I could hope for.” 

Silence fell over the two, and Blitzø very nearly fell back asleep. He just barely caught himself, blinking. “Stols,” he said gently, setting a hand over his arms. “I really need to go.” 

Stolas pulled away slowly, clearly reluctant. Blitzø got up, then collected his clothes and got dressed. Stolas had also gotten up, pulling pants on.  

“Will you come back to the shop?” Stolas asked.  

Blitzø looked over and nodded. “Yeah. I’ve missed having real flowers to draw.” 

Stolas smiled. “Just tell me what you need.” 

You.  

Blitzø cursed his mind. “Will do.” He checked to make sure he had everything, then looked at Stolas. He hesitated just a moment before striding over, pulling Stolas into a kiss. “See you later, sunflower.” 

Stolas blushed. “Goodbye, Blitzø.” 

*** 

Blitzø entered the apartment looking like a kicked puppy, and not feeling much better than one.  

Loona was sitting in the living room, looking up when he walked in. She looked livid.  

“I can explain…” 

“Tell me you didn’t,” she cut him off.  

Blitzø just looked at the ground. “I’m sorry.” 

“Fucking hell, Dad!” She stood, glaring at him. “You promised!” 

“I know! I know, okay? There’s just this weird pull between us. I… I can’t explain it.” He sighed. “He swore he wouldn’t harm us if things come out.” 

“And you believed that? A promise from some rich prick got you back into his bed?” She raised a brow. “What happened to you, Blitzø?” 

“He's different,” Blitzø insisted. “I trust him.” 

“Right, hinge our future on trust. Like I trusted you not to fuck him again.” 

“Loona, I love you, but please can we just leave it alone?” Blitzø begged.  

“No! You asked me to leave it, you promised it wouldn’t happen again, and look! It did!” She growled. “I can’t believe you. All the work you put into opening that shop and you’re willing to risk it for a pretty face.” 

“It isn’t like that!” 

“Then what is it? Because right now it looks like you’re thinking with your dick!” Loona stared, waiting for a response.  

“Because you were right!” he finally snapped. “I don’t know if it’s love, but I do fucking care for him, okay?” 

Loona inhaled sharply, then closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Blitzø.” Her voice was softer now. “You have to end this before it gets deeper. He’s married. There’s no version of this where you come out happy.” 

Blitzø didn’t look at her, just stared at the floor. “I know. I… I’ll take care of it.” 

“Good.” 

Blitzø watched her walk to her room, heart in his throat.  

He was such a liar. 

*** 

It didn’t stop.  

The meetups, the late nights, the sex. None of it stopped.  

He just got better at hiding it.  

Blitzø felt so guilty. Every time his daughter asked if he was okay. Every time Moxxie or Millie smiled at him. He felt like such a dick.  

But he couldn’t stop. 

Stolas captivated him like no one he had ever met. He couldn’t keep his hands off him. Told him things no one else knew. Even the M's didn’t know about the fire. He was different.   

Yet he was dangerous.  

Blitzø was a fool.  

“You okay, B? You’ve been staring at that wall an awfully long time.”  

Blitzø blinked, then looked around.  Loona, Millie, and Moxxie were all looking at him, concerned. “I’m fine,” he forced out. “I'm just… really fucking tired.” 

And he was. Tired of hiding. Of sneaking around. Of making sure Loona wasn’t suspicious. It was exhausting, yet still… 

He didn’t want to stop.  

“Let’s get back to work,” he finally sighed. “I know we have some clients this afternoon.” 

Millie and Moxxie left without much prompting.  

Loona stayed back.  

“You’re not…” 

“No.” He cut her off. His exhaustion must have worked in his favor because she didn’t question him.  

“Okay. Take care of yourself, Dad.” 

His heart broke.  

Such an asshole. 

*** 

“The fuck do you mean you won’t have it?!” Stella screeched, glaring at Stolas. “If you want this to end, I suggest you find a way to get it!” 

“I’m being disowned, Stella,” Stolas hissed. “I won’t be getting it.” 

“Are you fucking serious?!” Stella stood, glaring at him over the table. “You actually let this happen? For what? To keep your fucked up lifestyle?! You fucking fag!” 

“I’m tired of living a lie, Stella. And I am as you so pleasantly put it, a fag. God forbid.” He slapped papers on the table. “This is my final offer before this goes to court. Take it or leave it.” 

Stella glared more, then slowly reached for the papers. Tense silence fell as she read them, glancing up part way through. “You’re giving me everything in this,” she said suspiciously. “Why?” 

“Except the shop and my personal savings, in exchange for majority custody of Octavia,” Stolas told her, voice soft but firm. “You get the apartment, the joint account, and what little share I had in Paimon’s company. I’m sure he’d rather it goes to you than fight me for it.” 

“Yet you would get our daughter,” she spat. 

“Yes. You would have weekends, at least for the next few months until she turns eighteen.” Stolas stared at her. “And if Octavia was truly against it, she could choose to change it.” 

They stared a moment longer. “Fine,” she relented. “Only because I’m certain our daughter will come to her senses.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure," Stolas muttered. 

“You’re a fucking pathetic man. Even more than I ever thought., she smirked. “You’re a disappointment in every sense of the word, and your daughter will see it too. You’re a failure of a father.” 

“I'm a better father than you ever were a mother. At least I tried to support her interests.” 

“You fed into her delusions!” Stella stood and stalked toward him. “If it wasn’t for that, maybe she would behave as a proper woman!” 

Stolas rose from his seat as well. “I gave her the freedom to be herself! Something I never got!” he shouted.  

“Because your ‘lifestyle’ is a disgusting waste!” She raised her hand.  

Stolas flinched. 

“See? Pathetic.” She smirked. “You can’t even stand up to me.” 

“At least I have my self-worth. You’re nothing but fake. Trying so hard to fit into a society you never belonged in.” 

Stella’s eyes narrowed and she swung her hand.  

Stolas stepped back, straight into the wall.  

Her hand made contact, sharp nails biting his skin. Stolas closed his eyes, holding his stinging cheek. 

“Someday you’ll learn that of the two of us, I’m the only one worth anything.” Stella checked her hand. “Everyone else can see it, and eventually Octavia will too. You're a disgrace to your family.” 

“Get out, Stella,” Stolas spat. “I’ll have the official papers sent to your lawyer.” 

“Don’t dismiss me!” Stella raised her hand again.  

Stolas caught her wrist. “Leave!”  

She looked shocked, then angry, jerking her hand free. “Ugh, fine. Don’t touch me.” She stepped for the door. “This may be over, but you’ll never be worth anything. Soon enough Octavia will leave you, too.” 

She left, and Stolas sighed in relief. His face stung, and he wandered to the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror, he noticed the dark red scratches on his face. Fuck. 

At least they weren’t bleeding.  

Stolas washed his face, then spent a long moment leaning against the counter. He was so ready for those papers to be signed. All he wanted was for this to be over. 

Most of his stuff had been moved to the shop apartment already. Only some of Octavia’s belongings remained here.  

He had to talk to her about the change. Hopefully she would understand. 

Stolas looked at his reflection again. He would have to cover those scratches. There weren't many excuses to give for that.  

Blitzø would ask questions.  

Blitzø… fuck, that man had him in a chokehold.  

He was so beautiful. And kind. He made Stolas feel alive. Made him feel safe in a way he never had. Stolas was happy.  

His eyes watered. Oh fuck.  

He was in love with Blitzø, wasn’t he? 

Should he even tell him? What do you say to someone you’ve been the other man to for months? 

Things just got so much more complicated.  

*** 

Blitzø had lost count of how many times they ended up like this. Stuck in the throes of a passionate embrace in the apartment above the flower shop. Fucking Stolas was as intoxicating as it was stupid, and so he found himself above the florist once again.  

Octavia was gone somewhere, Blitzø didn’t ask where, and they had fallen into each other’s arms the moment the shop doors locked.  

It was passionate as always, maybe even more so than usual. Blitzø couldn’t pinpoint why though.  

“Blitzø!” Stolas gasped, fists clenching the sheets. “Please.” 

“I have you, pretty boy.” Blitzø gripped his hip, thrusting forward. “I’m right here.” He slid his other hand up the man’s spine.  

“Fuck,” Stolas choked, stuttering out a breath. 

Blitzø went faster, the room filling with slapping skin and deep moans. “Ah, shit. You feel so fucking good,” Blitzø growled. “So good for me.” 

Stolas whined in response, forehead pressed to the mattress.  

A few thrusts later and Stolas came, spilling on the sheets with a cry. Blitzø moaned. “Good boy.” 

Not long after that, he came himself, groaning into Stolas' back. “Fuck.” He kissed his skin. “So good.” Blitzø pulled out slowly.  

Stolas mumbled something Blitzø couldn’t understand.  

“What was that?” he asked, tossing the condom in the nearby bin. 

Stolas shook his head, sitting up. “Nothing, darling.” He reached to pull Blitzø against him. “Thank you.” 

Blitzø chuckled. “Always, pretty boy.” He stroked his hair.  

Stolas pulled him down, holding him close. They pushed the now stained sheet aside and just laid there.  

Blitzø couldn’t help but close his eyes, careful not to fall asleep though. Not today.  

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

The words hit Blitzø like a truck, and his eyes snapped open. Loona’s words from when this started rang in his head. 

“There’s no version of this where you come out happy.”  

Stolas couldn’t love him. Not really. He was a poor tattoo artist and this man was rich with a classy plant shop. He was married. There was no world where this made sense.  

“Stolas… you can’t love me,” Blitzø whispered. Then he sat up, shaking his head. “You can't… this can't… I have to go.” 

“Blitzø…” Stolas pleaded, breaking his hold. 

“Don't, Stolas,” Blitzø begged. “Just… just let me go.” 

In more ways than one.  

Stolas sat up too, catching his arm as he went to rise from the bed. “Blitzø, please.”  

“Stolas, whatever this is.” He motioned between them. “Whatever we have between us, it isn’t love. I don’t know what it is, but it’s not that.” Blitzø whispered.  

Stolas let go, looking like he’d been struck. The image killed Blitzø inside.  

“I'm sorry,” he whispered before collecting his clothes.  

This was for the best. That’s what he kept telling himself. So what if it felt like he was dying? This wasn’t love. Lust definitely, maybe a friend with benefits situation, but Stolas didn’t love him.  

He couldn’t. 

Blitzø left feeling hollow. In another world, maybe things would be different, but in this one… 

In this one, he didn’t get to be happy. He had let this go on for far too long.  

Loona had been right. He had risked everything, and for what? 

A broken heart and a false confession.  

Great. 

*** 

Stolas felt broken. Empty.  

Of all the reactions he could have expected, that was by far the worst. He knew what he felt, how dare Blitzø tell him he didn’t? 

Yet could he blame the other man? Stolas was just a side piece, a good fuck. Why did he ever think he could be more? 

He was foolish. Pathetic.  

Stella’s words rang in his ears.  

He should have known better than to ever think Blitzø felt the same. It was his own wishful thinking, his love of rom-coms and other silly, unrealistic ideals that put the idea in his head.  

He never should have confessed. At least then he wouldn’t have to deal with the heartbreak. He would still have Blitzø in some way. But instead, he had nothing, and only himself to blame.  

Stolas buried his face in his pillow and sobbed.  

*** 

Blitzø was even more miserable than before, and his employees had noticed. His clients had noticed. Loona had noticed. He was screwed.  

“Okay, that’s it. What is going on with you?!” Loona finally snapped as he picked at his food during their lunch break. “You always inhale this place!” 

Without his permission, Blitzø ‘s eyes began to water. “It’s nothing," he choked.  

“Sir, Loona has a point. You’ve been acting off for days,” Moxxie pointed out. He was watching him suspiciously. “Did you gamble part of our wages again?” 

“That was one time! And I paid you back!” Blitzø told him, then broke down. He couldn’t do this anymore. Couldn’t hide it. “I’ve been sleeping with Stolas!”  The words left him without his permission. Without thought. Months of hiding ruined with five simple words. 

“B!” 

“Sir!” 

“Blitzø!”  

“I’m sorry!” he shouted. “I’m so sorry, but he made me feel a bunch of shit I never had before! And I couldn’t stop, and now I’ve ruined it and I don’t know what to do,” he sobbed.  

Silence.  

“Oh, B,” Millie said gently. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” 

“I don’t know,” Blitzø forced. “I just know that this hurts, really badly.” 

Moxxie opened his mouth, but Millie shot him a look and he reluctantly shut it.  

“What happened, Blitzø?” She knelt in front of him. “How long was this goin’ on?” 

“Months,” Loona cut in. “He promised me he would stop. Twice,” she growled.  

“Sir!” Moxxie looked horrified.  

“I’m sorry. He was different. He promised not to hurt our business,” Blitzø rambled.  

“Yeah, while you were fucking him. Do you think that will stay true? What happened?” Loona looked beyond livid, and Blitzø knew he had just undone a lot of the trust he’d built between them. Great. He deserved that. 

“He said he loves me.” 

The room fell dead quiet at the three stared at Blitzø. 

“That was a bad thing?” Moxxie finally asked.  

“Look at me, Mox! Look at him! Look at how rich he is . He’s  married for fucks sake! How could he ever actually mean that? He’s either delusional or fucking with me and I want neither.” Blitzø crossed his arms and stared at the wall. “He doesn’t love me.” 

“Are you trying to convince us, or yourself?” Loona asked. Blitzø shot her a look. “What? I’m pissed but I still know you’re a moron. Is there any chance he was serious?” 

“Can’t be.” Blitzø muttered. “It would make no sense.” 

“You never know, B,” Millie said softly. “Marriages fail all the time. Maybe he does love you.” 

“That just makes it worse. He has a kid! I don’t want to destroy her home life like that!” Blitzø put his face in his hands.  

“With all the respect I can muster right now, sir, you already slept with her father. That ship has sailed,” Moxxie deadpanned.  

“And if he did mean it, you doomed all of us,” Loona pointed out. “You broke a Goetia's heart, you absolute dumbass.” 

Blitzø fell silent.  

Oh fuck.  

*** 

Weeks went by with Blitzø constantly feeling like he was on eggshells. He was waiting for the bomb to drop. Every time the doorbell dinged, every letter he got, every phone call... But nothing ever happened.  

Then one day, the door chimed and a hesitant looking girl stood there.  

A girl Blitzø just barely realized was Stolas' daughter.  

“Can I um, can I do a consultation?” she asked.  

Loona looked over at Blitzø, and he did his best to keep a straight face. “Sure, kid. Got an ID?”  

She handed it over. Octavia. That’s right, Stolas' bitch wife screeched it when he first encountered her. Blitzø also noticed she had just turned eighteen a week ago.  

Oh great, now he was feeding this kid’s teen rebellion. Stolas was going to have his ass. He was sure of it. Wonderful. “Your dad know you’re here?” Shit. Why did he ask that? 

Octavia blinked at him. “Oh, you’re the one who always buys the flowers. No, but that’s only because this is kind of a surprise.” 

Yeah. Blitzø was sure it was. For the first time in a long time, Blitzø almost turned a client away, but then he thought about it.  

What if Stolas got upset at him for turning his daughter away? What if he got mad at him for tattooing her? Blitzø couldn’t win, so he might as well have one last happy client. 

When Octavia pulled out a sketchbook and started explaining though, Blitzø couldn’t help but smile. Oh, this really was something special.  

They spent an hour pointing, discussing, combining, and making minor changes. At the end, Blitzø had three ideas to sketch and Octavia had booked an appointment.  

Blitzø liked this kid.  

He also decided to try and talk to Stolas after this. In the kid's own words, “He looks fucking miserable and always cheered up when you came in. It was almost weird.” 

Ah, so his kid blessedly hadn't caught on. Blitzø was glad at least one of them didn’t suck as a parent. “I’ll see what I can do." 

His plan was to follow her back after the appointment next week. Stolas would hopefully be too distracted by her to get pissed at him.  

Blitzø prayed that was true. He just wanted to check on him. To make sure he was okay, and was going to keep his promise. That’s all. No feelings required.  

God he was still such a fucking liar.  

*** 

“Where do you want this, kid?” Blitzø asked, peeling the stencil. 

“Left upper arm,” Octavia told him.  

Blitzø placed it, then had her look in the mirror. “How’s that?” 

Octavia turned a few times, checking angles. “I like it.” She nodded. 

“Awesome. We’re gonna let that dry and then get started.” Blitz prepped his ink, picking out the colors she had asked for. 

“So why did you stop coming to the shop?” Octavia asked him. 

Blitzø’s actions stuttered. “Ah, well... we had a pretty bad disagreement,” Blitzø muttered. It was the best he could come up with. 

“Do you feel bad about it?” she asked. “Whatever happened, I know he does.” 

Blitzø’s gut clenched. Of course he did. He hurt Stolas in a way he was afraid was irreversible. “I do,” he whispered. 

“You should come see him.” 

Blitzø gave a sad smile. “We’ll see. Now then, you ready to get started?” 

“Yes!” Octavia’s eyes lit up. 

Blitzø smiled. This kid was so excited. 

He hoped Stolas loved this as much as she did. That he wouldn’t hate Blitzø for tattooing his daughter. That was a problem for later then. 

“Okay, here we go. I’ll start with a small line so you know what to expect...” 

Octavia did great. The tattoo took about three hours, and he could tell she was getting uncomfortable toward the end, but she stuck it out and stayed still. Blitzø was impressed. 

“Well? What do you think?” Blitzø asked as she studied it in the mirror. 

“I love it,” she whispered. 

“Okay, come here so I can saniderm it. Keep this on for about five days, then take it off slowly in the shower. Wash with scentless antibacterial soap twice a day and use unscented lotion. If you have any issues, feel free to come back. If the color needs a touch up, it’s free as long as you come back within three months.” 

Octavia nodded as he applied the wrap. “Got it. Thanks, Blitzø.” 

He smiled. “No problem, kid.” He started to clean up. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to go talk to your dad. Mind waiting a few to go back?” 

“Nah, I’ll go talk to Loona. She seemed cool,” Octavia told him. 

Blitzø laughed. “That’s my daughter.” 

“No shit?” She blinked at him. “Well, I stand by what I said.” 

Blitzø shooed her. “I’ll be out in a minute. Just need to clean up.” 

Blitzø did his usual routine, wiping everything down and disposing of the used items. The whole process only took about ten minutes. Then he went to meet Octavia up front. “I’ll be back, Loonie.” 

“Don’t do anything stupid,” she replied, giving Octavia a wave. 

Blitzø felt happy. Loona needed more friends. 

The walk across the street was done in comfortable silence. When Octavia pushed open the door though, they both froze. Stella and Stolas were clearly having a disagreement, and before either Blitzø or Octavia could say anything, Stella struck Stolas right in front of them. 

Octavia gasped while Blitzø’s ears rang and he saw red. 

What the fuck? 

*** 

“Octavia! Get down here this instant!” 

Stolas flinched at Stella’s voice, glaring at her. “She’s not here, Stella. She has an hour before you were supposed to pick her up.” 

“Ugh, I swear you need to enforce a stricter schedule. Do you want her to be a lazy loser like her father?” Stella spat.  

Stolas did his best to ignore that. “She should be returning soon. Just be patient.” 

“Where is it you let her run off to unsupervised? Not very fit parenting, is it?” Stella sneered. 

“She’s eighteen, Stella. She can take care of herself. And she’s across the street.” He pointed at the tattoo shop.  

Octavia thought she was being sneaky, but Stolas saw her come and go over the past couple of days. His chest clenched at the thought of that shop and Blitzø, but he wouldn’t stop his daughter from getting a tattoo if she wanted one. Even from I.M.P. 

Stella looked like she was going to have an aneurysm. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” 

“No. She wanted to go; I didn’t stop her.” Stolas shrugged.  

That just pissed Stella off more. “So, you’ve let our daughter go off to permanently mar her body? Do you want to ruin her future? Make it so she never gets a job?” Stella hissed.  

“It’s a tattoo, Stella. She won't be getting it on her face. If worse comes to worst, it will be easy enough to hide. She’s eighteen, we can’t control her!” Stolas shot back.  

“This is just like you. A pushover as always.” Stella grit her teeth. “Just let our child walk all over you.” 

“Better to be a pushover than a controlling bitch!” 

Three things happened in quick succession.  

Stella stepped forward with her hand raised, and Stolas braced for the impact he knew was coming; the door chimed just as she smacked him; and a loud gasp followed.  

“Mom. What the fuck?!” Octavia's voice rang out.  

Stolas was horrified, more so when he turned to find Blitzø standing next to her, murder written across his expression.  

“What the fuck is right,” Blitzø seethed. 

“Oh, piss off. He deserved it.” 

“Bullshit! No wonder he divorced you! Fuck!” Octavia screamed.  

“Language, Via!” Stella scowled.  

“No, this is fucked up. You’re fucked up!” 

Blitzø was now standing there with a blank, unreadable expression. He stared at Stolas.  

Stolas looked away. He felt humiliated by the entire situation, ashamed that he was so scared of Stella. 

“Get your things.” Stella told Octavia. 

“No,” Octavia said firmly. “I'm staying here.” 

“Really, you’re being so childish.” Stella rolled her eyes. “Now go. I've set up meetings for you. Pack the nice dress.” 

Octavia just stood there. “I’m. Not. Going,” Octavia hissed. “I'm eighteen. I'm making my decision, and it's to stay with Dad!” 

Stolas looked up, shocked, and felt his eyes begin to water. Oh.  

Stella turned bright red, though if it was from anger or embarrassment Stolas couldn't tell.  

He cleared his throat. “I suggest you leave, Stella.”  

She clenched her fist, and for a moment Stolas thought she might hit him again. He flinched back.  

Instead, she turned on her heel, surging past Blitzø and Octavia, pushing the former to the side as she went.  

“Oh, you are so lucky I can't afford jail time, bitch,” Blitzø muttered.  

Octavia glared at her mother’s back, then turned to Stolas. “Are you okay, Dad?” 

“Yes. I’m sorry you had to see that, starfire.” He looked away.  

Silence fell over the three. “Was it always like this?” Octavia finally asked.  

“Yes,” Stolas whispered. 

He had tried to shield her from Stella's abuse. He’d kept it to himself for eighteen long years, but she was an adult now, and had seen it with her own eyes.  

She ran up and hugged him. “I’m so sorry. I was such a bitch about the divorce. I didn’t know.” 

“That was my doing, Via.” He hugged her back tightly. “I wanted to protect you.” 

She sniffled. “Thank you for putting up with it as long as you did.” 

“Anything for you, starfire.” 

Stolas turned to the front of the shop when Octavia let him go. Blitzø was still standing awkwardly by the door. 

“Via, may I have a moment alone with, Blitzø?” Stolas asked her.  

“Sure.” She glanced between the two. “I’ll, uh, be upstairs.” 

He waited until he heard the door to the apartment shut, then looked at Blitzø again. “Blitzø,” he said awkwardly. 

“Stolas,” Blitzø muttered back.  

The two shifted.  

“Something’s wrong,” Stolas finally blurted. It wasn’t a question.  

The smaller man looked up to meet his eyes. “Of course something’s wrong! I just watched your bitch wife hit you!” He paused then whispered, “Ex-wife.” 

“I promise I’m alright.” Stolas fidgeted. “Blitzø I…” 

“How long have you been divorced?” Blitzø cut him off. 

Stolas blinked, confused. “Officially, it’s been a few months. It was in progress for two years.” 

Blitzø grit his teeth. “You were already separated when I met you,” he whispered.  

“Yes… Blitzø what…?” 

Blitzø looked away. “The whole time we were together,” he started, “I thought I was your side piece. Your dirty secret. I thought… I thought you were still married.” 

Stolas was quiet for a long moment, registering Blitzø’s words. “I wouldn’t have thought such a thing would bother you,” he whispered.  

Blitzø’s head shot up. “How could it not?” 

“I was in the same spot, was I not?” Stolas shot him a look. “You have a girlfriend.” 

“What?” Blitzø looked genuinely confused. “Stolas, I’ve been single for almost a year. Verosika and I broke up the week we met.” 

Now it was Stolas' turn to blink owlishly. “But… the photo in your studio…” 

Blitzø groaned. “Look, she’s a pretty famous pop star. Having her signature in the shop brought more clients. It just happened to be one she gave me when we started dating.” He sighed. “I knew that thing would bite me in the ass.” 

“So… when you left was it because…?” 

“I couldn’t handle keeping things secret anymore? I was afraid of you loving me because I would rip your family apart? Yeah. That, and I was convinced the wrong Goetia would find out and ruin my career.” Blitzø shrugged.  

“I never would have let that happen,” Stolas said softly.  

Blitzø gave a sad smile. “Thanks, Stols, but I'm not sure how much you could have done.” He shifted his feet, then hesitantly approached the taller man. He reached for his face and Stolas let him. “You’re sure you’re okay?” 

“Yes. I know this isn’t comforting, but I’m quite used to it,” Stolas whispered, setting his hand over Blitzø’s.  

The two locked eyes, emotions flooding back into them. Blitzø swallowed. “Stols?” 

“Yes?” he breathed. 

“I’m going to kiss you now.” 

Stolas felt his face heat up. “Please do.” 

Kissing Blitzø again felt like coming home after a long trip. Relief and comfort rolled into one. He kissed him like he was drowning, and Blitzø was his last breath of air.  

“Hey, Dad can I— HOLY SHIT!” 

The two broke apart quickly. “Oh, fuck. Via,” Stolas whispered.  

Fear bubbled in his chest. Would she react poorly? The topic of sexuality had never really come up between them. Stolas held his breath while Blitzø held Stolas. 

Octavia stared at them for a moment then shook her head. “You know what? That makes so much more sense.” 

Stolas let out his breath with a laugh. “You’re okay with it?” 

The teen shrugged. “You being gay doesn’t bother me. This is a bit weird, and might take some getting used to, but Blitzø is cool. Just, uh, try not to make out in front of me.”  

Stolas laughed, then looked at Blitzø and smiled. “Yeah,” he told her. “He is pretty cool, isn’t he?” 

“Hey, I’m fucking awesome!” Blitzø cut in with a grin.  

Stolas shook his head fondly. “What were you going to ask, starfire?” 

“Can I go to the mall? There’s a sale at Stylish Occult.” 

“I’m not going to stop you. Just be careful,” Stolas told her.  

“I will.” She turned, then stopped. “Oh, did you want to see the tattoo?” 

Blitzø backed away with a smile when she asked. There was a knowing glint in his eyes. “Of course,” Stolas answered.  

Octavia lifted the sleeve of her shirt, revealing a purple flaming star. “Starfire. Get it?” She grinned.  

Stolas felt himself tear up. “Oh, Via.” He ran to hug her. “I love you.” 

She smiled, returning the gesture. “Love you too, Dad.” 

Octavia let go and headed for the door. “I'll be back later!” She waved.  

Stolas turned back to Blitzø once she was gone. “Thank you.” 

“Hey it was the kid's idea. I just drew it.” He shrugged.  

“Still. You did a wonderful job.” Stolas smiled. Then he hesitated, fidgeting his hands. “Blitzø… what I said before… I meant it,” Stolas said softly. “I am in love with you.” 

Blitzø’s breath hitched. Then he spoke, so quiet Stolas almost didn’t hear him. “I think I’m in love with you too, Stols. I was just a coward.” 

Stolas stared at him, then relief spread across his face. “You’re no coward, darling. The situation… well given our misconceptions, it was quite messy.” 

“I’m sorry," Blitzø whispered. “The things I said… they were cruel, but it was so hard to believe someone like you could ever love someone like me.” 

“Blitzø…” Stolas tilted Blitzø’s head up to look him in the face. “You’re wonderful,” he told him. “You’ve made me feel things I didn’t know were possible. Stella and I, we were never happy. We were forced into our marriage by our parents, and Octavia, though I love her more than anything, was the result of pressure. I’m not… I’ve never…” Stolas sighed. “I figured out I was gay fairly quickly into our marriage, I just tried to ignore it because it was easier. Because there was no escaping my situation, until I managed to open the shop and finally saw an out.” 

Blitzø was staring, wide-eyed. “I’m sorry, Stols. No one should have to hide who they are.” 

“I’ve been disowned. That’s why I have the apartment over the shop. I knew it was likely coming. I had money put away to help with Via's college and the shop. I knew we’d be okay, but it was scary.” He sighed again. “I've never known any other life. I'm still scared.” 

Blitzø reached to cradle his face. “I can help you," Blitzø whispered. “I’ll be right here. I promise.” He pulled him down for a kiss. It was gentle, more so than any other they'd shared. “Let me take you out on a date,” Blitzø said softly when they pulled back.  

Stolas' breath hitched. He felt warmth spread through him. “Yes.” 

Blitzø smirked. “Good.” He stroked his cheek then pulled away. “Do you have a minute? I’d like to actually introduce you to everyone.” 

“I can go on break,” Stolas told him. He put the ‘gone for lunch’ sign up and followed Blitzø out, locking the door behind them. 

Blitzø took him across the street to I.M.P. and pushed open the door. “Everyone without a client get out here!” He yelled.  

Loona looked up, and Stolas swore he saw her scowl before schooling her face again. Oh. She knew, didn’t she? 

Millie and Moxxie both came out of the back, looking a little frazzled.  

“You two better not have been doing what I think you were doing,” Blitzø told them with narrowed eyes. 

“Never, B.” Millie smirked.  

“Riiiight. Anyway, this is Stolas,” Blitzø introduced him with a smile.  

“Oh, crumbs,” Moxxie muttered.  

“Um, hello.” Stolas felt like he was being sized up, and it wasn’t doing a lot for his self-esteem at the moment.  

“Will you all stop fucking glaring at him? Jeeze, he’s here because I asked him to meet you,” Blitzø hissed. “We’re going to be dating.” 

Stolas felt his face heat up, but gave a small nod and smile. 

“Oh, congrats, B!” Millie exclaimed. She ran up. “I’m Millie, it’s nice to meet you! That’s my husband, Moxxie.” She motioned to the man who had stood beside her. “This is so excitin'!” 

“And that’s my daughter, Loona, but you knew that.” Blitzø motioned to the tall woman at the desk who was still eyeing him suspiciously. “They’re a rough bunch, but I swear we're all good people.” 

“A pleasure to meet all of you. I hope we can become friends.” Stolas smiled.  

“So, you’re not going to shut us down if my dad fucks up, right?” Loona asked.  

“Loonie!” 

“What? I’m just making sure we’re not losing everything because you have no sense,” she snapped.  

“I’d never do that, even if I still had the means," Stolas told her.  

She blinked at him. “Still had the means?” 

“I’m no longer a Goetia in any way but name.” He gave a small smile. “I'd rather live my life than coast by for some petty company.” 

“Holy, shit. The rumors were true then? You got divorced and disowned?” Moxxie asked.  

Stolas nodded. “My father tried to keep it quiet as best he could, but, of course, a few tabloids got hold of the information.” 

“Well, welcome to the lower classes. Hope you don't regret it,” Loona said, going back to her phone.  

Stolas had trouble reading her, but hoped that was acceptance.  

Blitzø found his hand and gripped it tightly. Stolas squeezed back.  

Things would be okay. He was sure of it.  

*** 

Blitzø would have taken Stolas to dinner, but his date had a far better idea. Instead, Blitzø ordered take out and met Stolas at his apartment. Octavia had gone to hang out with Loona, the two having hit it off with that brief interaction at the shop. Apparently, they had similar music tastes and liked the same styles. It was enough to kick off a friendship, and Loona offered to take her to a concert and let her crash at the apartment with her. 

That left the shop apartment to Blitzø and Stolas. The two were cuddled up on the couch, watching a B list horror movie and making fun of the awful effects. 

“This is absolutely terrible, darling.” Stolas laughed as blood that was clearly dyed corn syrup leaked from a character’s wound. 

“No one watches these because they think they’re good. They watch them because they’re bad enough to be fun.” 

“Mmm, if you say so.” Stolas smiled at him and Blitzø stuck his tongue out. “Careful with that.” Stolas leaned forward to kiss him, easily working open his mouth to caress his tongue.  

Blitzø moaned, leaning back and dragging Stolas with him. “As much as I don’t mind fucking on a first date, I think we need to slow down for our own sakes,” Blitzø admitted. Stolas moved to sit up but Blitzø caught him. “Nothing is stopping us from making out.” 

“You play a dangerous game, darling.” 

Then Stolas was kissing him again, hands wandering under his shirt. 

Blitzø gasped against him, moving to slide his hands up his back, nails lightly scratching on the way back down. Stolas moaned and Blitzø felt his dick twitch.  

God, he wanted to fuck him.  

But their entire relationship up to that point had revolved around sex. He wanted to do this right.  

Stolas rolled his hips against him and his eyes rolled back. He arched into the feeling. “Fuck,” Blitzø breathed. “You’re making this really hard.” 

“I don’t think that’s the only thing getting hard, dearest.” Stolas smirked, repeating the action. 

Blitzø threw his head back, panting as he thrust his hips to meet Stolas’. Stolas was in a similar state, breathing heavily above him.  

“Shit. Keep this up and I’m gonna come like a teen in my pants," Blitzø groaned.  

Stolas grinned and picked up the pace. He leaned down to Blitzø’s ear. “Maybe I’d like to see that.” 

Blitzø whined. He was close, feeling the familiar tightness that precedes an orgasm. “Fuck! Stolas!” he cried out, turning his head to the side and letting out a long moan as he spilled in his pants. He felt his face flush from a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. 

Stolas brought a hand to his cheek, turning his face to look at him. “Beautiful,” he whispered.  

Blitzø growled, reaching for the bulge in Stolas' pants. He rubbed him through the fabric, noting how Stolas’ hips stuttered. He was close too.  

“I’m not the only one getting off like this,” Blitzø hissed.  

Stolas tilted his head back, breathing shakily as he moaned. He let out a sharp cry and Blitzø smirked as a wet spot formed under his hand, Stolas trembling above him.  

The taller man collapsed and Blitzø wrapped his arms around him. “Well, technically we didn’t have sex,” he noted.  

Stolas huffed a laugh. “We should shower.” 

“Good idea. Want to join me?” Blitzø asked, stroking his hair.  

Stolas pushed himself up and smiled. “Of course, darling.” 

*** 

“Loonie!” Blitzø called into the apartment. “I have a surprise for you!” 

Loona's door opened and the half-asleep woman glared at him. “What?”  

“Come outside,” Blitzø told her, completely unphased by her attitude. 

Loona grumbled but followed him outside.  

There was a slightly beat up van in the lot. “Ta-da!” Blitzø said as he presented it. “It’s for you, so you can go where you want easier. Sorry it’s kind of a junker. Was the best I could do.” 

Loona's eyes had widened and she stared at him. “Why…?” 

Blitzø smiled. “Happy birthday.” 

Loona often forgot her own birthday. The group homes she had been in never really celebrated anything. Especially for her.  

Loona stood there with wide eyes, then pulled him into an unexpected hug. “Thanks, Dad,” she whispered.  

Blitzø returned the embrace. “Anything for you, Loonie.” 

“I’m still pissed you woke me up though,” she said, pulling back.  

“That’s fair. Come on, let’s get ready. We have to get to the shop. You’re driving.” He grinned as he tossed her a set of keys.  

“Hmph. Fine.” She was still smiling.  

Blitzø felt warm inside. He loved his daughter.  

*** 

Loona looked up when the door chimed, unsurprised to see Stolas standing there. He often came for Blitzø’s lunch. “’Sup?” she muttered.  

To her surprise, Stolas walked over and set a box in front of her. She looked up from her phone again, confused.  

“Blitzø informed me it’s your birthday. I had Octavia help me.” He smiled.  

Hesitantly, Loona reached for the box. She opened it to reveal a choker. A familiar one. “Oh.” 

“I heard your old one broke.” 

It had, and it was her favorite. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, still staring at the accessory like it might run away.  

“You’re welcome. Happy birthday.” 

Blitzø walked out from the back then, making her look up. “Ready, Stols?” 

“Always, darling. Bye, Loona.” 

She gave a small wave in response, then looked down once again.  

Maybe Stolas wasn’t so bad after all. 

*** 

“Will you teach me about flowers?”  

Stolas was caught off guard by Blitzø’s question. He had been preparing a wedding order while the shorter man lounged in a chair to the side. “In what way, darling?” 

Blitzø shrugged. “I just know you’re super passionate about them. I want to learn why. So, I guess in whatever way you want to show me.” 

Stolas felt warm inside. No one had ever asked about his hobbies before, especially with such genuine curiosity. “Well, right now I’m working on an order with flowers the client picked out, so it’s just a matter of arranging them. When I get requests or walk-ins, I often use flower language to make the bouquets or whatever else they may be looking for.” 

Blitzø blinked. “Flower language?” 

“Yes.” Stolas smiled. “Flowers have their own language and meanings.” 

Blitzø’s eyes lit up and he sat forward. “Oh, yeah?” He grinned. “Tell me more, pretty boy.” 

Stolas blushed. “Well, for example, sunflowers represent devotion, strength, and happiness.” 

Blitzø’s face went blank, then slowly turned red. “Are you fucking with me?” 

“Not at all, darling.” Stolas smiled. “It’s one of the reasons I was so flustered by the nickname.” 

Blitzø coughed. “Well, apparently I know how to pick ‘em.” Then he grinned. “I stand by my original reasoning. You are tall and pretty.” 

Stolas felt his face heat again. “Thank you,” he whispered. 

“Tell me more.” 

“Okay.” Excitement bubbled inside Stolas. He loved discussing his passions. “Roses mean love, beauty, and friendship. It is entirely dependent on the color. The same can be said for carnations. Lilies are similar, though most are familiar with the white symbolizing new beginnings or rebirth, hence their prominence at weddings and funerals.” Blitzø was still watching him with a dopey grin, and Stolas found himself smiling softly. “Moonflowers represent pure romantic love,” he told him. 

Blitzø blinked. “Oh.” 

“Ironic, isn’t it?” Stolas whispered. “The two flowers that brought us together both symbolizing love.” 

Stolas found the notion beautiful. The hopeless romantic inside of him sang at the very thought. Blitzø was staring at him with an expression Stolas had never seen, but it made his heart soar. Blitzø looked at him like he hung the stars. 

“It’s beautiful.” The shorter man finally spoke. Then he strode across the room to pull Stolas into a kiss. “I like listening to you talk about your interests, sunflower.” 

“I’m happy to oblige whenever you feel like hearing them,” Stolas breathed. He kissed him again. He could feel Blitzø’s hands wander along his back, but he made no move to take things further. 

“I should let you get back to work,” Blitzø told him, pulling back.  

Stolas wished he would keep distracting him. He could never get enough, yet he knew this order needed to be finished. 

“When this order is done,” Stolas muttered into his ear, “I’m going to take you upstairs and suck you off until you forget your name.” 

Blitzø shuddered. “Fuck, Stols. Hurry up with those damn flowers.” 

Stolas chuckled, then returned to his work. The arrangements were made with all the care he always showed, though admittedly he moved a bit faster than usual. 

Blitzø watched him with a heated gaze for the rest of the evening. 

*** 

Blitzø fidgeted where he stood, wondering if Stolas would even be interested in what he was about to ask. “Hey. Come with me to the shop today.” 

Stolas looked over at him, confusion written across his face. “Why?” 

“I, um, well...” Blitzø stared at his feet. “You’ve shared so much of your work with me, I wanted to return the favor.” 

Blitzø cursed himself. He was so bad at this. Tattooing was his passion, along with horses, in the same way plants and stars were Stolas’. He wanted to share that with his boyfriend; if he was even interested. 

“Oh.” Stolas blinked, then seemed to understand. “Oh, Blitzø. Of course I’ll come with you.” 

Blitzø felt the tension leave his shoulders. “Thank you,” he whispered. 

Stolas just walked over, leaning to press a kiss to his cheek. “Anything, darling.” 

When the two entered the shop together Loona looked up, then gave a wave. She had definitely warmed up to Stolas in the last couple of months. It pleased Blitzø to no end. 

“Sir! You’re late aga— oh... Stolas.”  

“Hello, Moxxie,” Stolas greeted him.  

The short man looked a bit unsure, but gave a small wave. It was clear that despite everything, he still didn’t fully trust Stolas. Unfortunate, but understandable.  

“Be nice, Mox,” Blitzø scolded.  

“I’m not a child,” he muttered.  

“No, but you’re younger than me, so behave.” Blitzø clapped his hands together. “Alright, Stols. Come with me.” 

With a bit of hesitation, Stolas did, following closely behind Blitzø. Blitzø reached for one of his hands, giving a reassuring squeeze.  

Stolas relaxed a bit, squeezing back. When they got to the room, Blitzø motioned around. “Ta-da. My lair of horses.” He grinned.  

Stolas laughed. “It's very ‘you’, darling.” 

“So,” Blitzø began. “I’m gonna use this fake slab of skin to show you what I do. Probably a bit off because it’s not quite the same as a person.” Blitzø paused. “Unless you wanna be the demonstration.” The look that crossed his face was absolutely feral.  

Stolas turned beet red, then shook his head. “I think I’ll pass on that one, darling.” 

“What, scared of needles?” Blitzø teased. “You’d look good with some ink.” 

“Ah, I just wouldn’t know what to get.” Stolas rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe eventually…” 

“No pressure, sunflower. I’m just teasing you.” Blitzø nudged him with an elbow, then laid out the fake skin.  

He went over stenciling and his art, eyes lighting up as he showed some of his practice sketches. Stolas looked enraptured, holding on to every word. It made Blitzø feel warm and fuzzy.  

Once he’d printed a stencil, he showed Stolas how it was applied, then set up his machine. 

Blitzø went fully into work mode after that, completely focused on making the design as perfect as possible. Stolas watched with a smile on his face.  

“Aaaand there.” Blitzø showed the finished design, two very realistic flowers done in black and white. “What do you think?” 

“It’s beautiful,” Stolas whispered.  

Blitzø grinned. “Like you,” he teased. “Change your mind on getting ink yet?” 

Stolas smirked. “You’re starting to tempt me,” he admitted. “But not yet.” 

“I’ll get there,” Blitzø promised. 

“Sir!” Moxxie came in looking panicked. “I need help.” 

“Did you fuck up someone’s tattoo?” Blitzø raised a brow. 

“No!” he said quickly. “No, I don’t even have a client for like two hours. This is a personal matter.” 

“It couldn’t wait?” 

“I’m panicking here!” 

“Okay, okay. Calm down, Mox. What’s up?” 

“It's my and Millie’s anniversary and I didn’t know what to do. I completely panicked on a gift and now I just have the dinner reservation.” Moxxie was literally gripping his hair.  

“That’s not enough?” Blitzø asked.  

Moxxie blinked, then looked at Stolas. “I am so sorry you’re dating him.” 

“Hey!” 

“If I may,” Stolas started, “I might have an idea.” 

One trip across the street and a long flower consultation later, Moxxie had a beautiful bouquet with a meaning of love. He looked absolutely thrilled.  

Stolas smiled at the sight, and that made Blitzø smile too.  

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Moxxie told him. “You know, you’re not too bad, Stolas.” 

Stolas blushed.  “Ah, well thank you.” 

Moxxie practically bounded across the street, already calling out before he reached the doors of I.M.P. “Oh Milliiiie!” 

Blitzø watched him go. “They’re absolutely disgusting,” he said despite the smile on his face. 

“I’m not sure we’re much better, darling,” Stolas teased.  

Blitzø looked up with a soft smile. “Maybe not.” He reached to cradle Stolas' face. “Hey,” he whispered. “I love you.” 

It was the first time he’d said it with such conviction, no longer thinking it was true, but knowing.   

Stolas' eyes widened. “Oh, Blitzø.” He leaned down to kiss him. “I love you, too.” 

Mischief glinted in Blitzø’s eyes. “I know.” 

Then he kissed him again. The two got caught up in one another, barely breaking apart to breathe. Blitzø was about to take things further when the door chimed.  

“Oh, seriously?!” The two broke apart to see Moxxie standing there, covering his eyes. “Sir, you have a client.” 

Blitzø checked the time. Oops.  

“I’m coming,” he told him, then dragged Stolas down. “I’m not done with you,” he whispered in his ear. 

Stolas shuddered. “Later then.” He smirked. “Maybe I could top this time?” 

Blitzø laughed. “You wish, pretty boy.” He kissed him once more, then turned to follow Moxxie.  

“Honestly, and you say Millie and I are bad.” 

“At least we haven’t fucked in the shop closet,” Blitzø shot back.  

Moxxie turned bright red and coughed. “Touché.” 

Blitzø just grinned. He felt amazing, truly happy for once.  

All thanks to the pretty boy who owned the flower shop. 

Blitzø could see himself marrying him some day.  

… 

Oh. Well fuck. 

*** 

A year later, Blitzø stood next to Stolas at Millie's party to celebrate her first tattoo as a full artist. He was proud of her, and she had done a fantastic job, as always.  

After the food and cake were done, the drinks started flowing, but Blitzø held back. He had something important to do that night.  

Stolas never drank. Said he had a drinking problem when he was younger, and Blitzø respected that completely.  

Once Millie and Moxxie became distracted and Octavia and Loona fell into conversation, Blitzø gripped Stolas’ hand. “Hey, come outside with me,” he whispered.  

Stolas followed him to the roof, Blitzø propping the door a crack so it wouldn’t lock.  

It was a clear night, and despite the lights, you could still make out the stars. Blitzø looked up at them, lighting a cigarette. 

“I remember our first night together, you told me you loved the stars,” Blitzø told him, taking a drag. “This is one of the few places I’ve found where you can still see them in the city.” 

Stolas looked up at the sky, grinning. “They’re beautiful.” 

Blitzø looked at him and smiled. “So are you.” 

Stolas glanced down, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Thank you, darling.” 

Blitzø took a deep breath, flicking his cigarette. “Stolas, I love you,” he started. “I never thought I’d say that to anyone and mean it as much as I do now, and you’ve done so much to improve my life. I’m so happy I needed those stupid roses that day, and that moonflower later.”  

He dropped to one knee, pulling out a ring box. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” 

Stolas was staring at him, hands over his mouth and tears falling. “Yes,” he choked. “Yes, Blitzø! Of course, I'll marry you!” 

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He fell to his knees, wrapping his arms tightly around Blitzø. Blitzø held him close. “I love you, sunflower.” 

“I love you, too. So much.” Stolas pulled back and Blitzø took his hand, sliding the ring on his finger.  

It was a custom gold band with sunflowers in the setting, a blue goldstone glimmering in the middle. It looked like stars.  

“It’s perfect,” Stolas whispered.  

Blitzø kissed Stolas, cradling his face. He could already feel tears forming in his eyes. He was just so damn happy.  

“Come on, let’s go back down.” Blitzø stood, offering a hand.  

They went back to the party hand-in-hand. Everyone looked up when they entered, a little concerned.  

“You two good?” Loona asked with a raised brow.  

Blitzø grinned and held up Stolas' hand. “We’re engaged.” 

The room erupted in cheers, and Octavia ran over to hug her dad while Loona grinned at them. Millie and Moxxie both looked thrilled. 

Everyone had grown to love Stolas in the last year, most of all his now-fiancé.  

Blitzø would always regret how Stolas' first confession went, but he wouldn’t change a damn thing that had happened between them. It brought him to this moment, regardless of how messy the journey had been.  

Stolas made him happier than he ever thought he could be. 

“Sooo. Now that we’re engaged will you finally let me give you a tattoo?” Blitzø asked with a smirk.  

Stolas returned the expression. “Maybe.” Then he kissed him before leaning to whisper in his ear. “Now that we’re engaged will you finally let me fuck you?” 

Blitzø groaned. “Pretty boy, you don’t even need to ask.” He kissed him again. 

Yep. He was definitely happy.