"I'm so sorry, guys," Husk shivered, "This was supposed to be a party. A celebration." Husk was laying on the bed with Angel gently running his fingers through his hair. Kanban was counting out money while the rest of the gang helped clean up the mess. "Don't sweat it, Zeke," Sugar drawled, "I know you think we begrudge you for getting involved with that… asshole. But, the truth is, the only one really suffering from your deal is you." "Yeah, no shit. We don't envy your situation," Shwick explained, "It's why we've done everything we can to help over the years. Everyone down at the Jackpot; we've all got your back, boss."
Husk folded his wing over his face, trying to muffle the sounds of his soft sobs as he started to feel himself falling apart again. Angel gently hushed him, rubbing his back with one hand and petting his head with the other. "Just take it easy, Husk." Angel said in a soft voice, "It'll be okay. Hey, I know! Val's got some sort of meeting coming up this Friday with some investors, which means I'll have the day plus the whole weekend off. Why don't we get together at your club then? We can make it a real party!"
"Eh… we might be able to do Saturday," Shwick said, "Friday's one of our biggest nights, but… we could probably work out the details Wednesday and set up the old theatre for a little shindig with some of the other staff, the Hazbin crew, and a couple of our closest friends and associates." "What do you say, Zeke?" Sugar Cube asked, "We can't even attempt it unless you give us the okay." Husk thought it over for a moment when Angel said, "Come on, Husk. What've you got to lose?"
Husk sighed, sitting up and running his fingers through his hair and cheek fur. He took a few moments to consider his options and said, "Well… Hazel's birthday is at the end of this month. We've usually had a little get-together with her each year she's been able to come up to Pride for her birthday. What if we celebrated then? I mean, yeah, it wouldn't be celebrating her pregnancy necessarily, it'll be a birthday party. But, that doesn't mean the folks that do know about her pregnancy can't celebrate it then," the crew smiled as Husk looked up at them and winked, "Plus, this'll give you guys the chance to offer your congratulations in person."
"That's brilliant!" Shwick laughed, "The staff's been wondering if we were going to have a birthday party this year. So… is it on?" "Hmmm… yeah. It's on," Husk smiled, "But before you go arranging anything, give me until Friday to get in touch with Hazel and let her know she's expected down at the club. Then, all you'll have to do is set up the theatre. Nothing too complicated or fancy; we don't want to overwhelm her, after all."
"No problem, boss. We'll wait for your call." Shwick said giving a thumbs up. "You planning on making the usual cake?" Gate asked. "Hell yeah," Husk laughed, jumping off the bed, "It wouldn't be a proper birthday party without it." The crew gathered for a group hug, exchanging high-fives and handshakes before Angel got up off the bed and followed Husk and the others downstairs.
Husk waved goodbye as the guys left out the front door before escorting Sugar Cube over to the fireplace. The two shared one last hug goodbye before Sugar summoned another portal and stepped through, waving goodbye to Angel before she vanished completely and the portal disappeared with a soft whoosh and a faint gust of air. "Ugh… well, they're gone." Husk said with a heavy sigh. "So much for our poker tournament. And that Champaign… fuck! And that was expensive shit, too!" Angel smiled and rested his second set of hands on Husk's shoulders, gently massaging them to help the older man relax and release the tension he'd been holding in since Alastor left his room.
The soft, gentle rubs and squeezing quickly turned heated and Husk became putty in Angel's hands. The two moved over to the sofa; Husk sat down and leaned over a little to allow Angel access to his back. Husk smiled and let out a soft purr as Angel began rubbing and kneading his neck, back and shoulders, paying special attention to the base of his wings while being mindful of Husk's tender spots and erogenous zones.
After not too long, the two were making out softly on the sofa, gently grinding their hips against each other. Husk shivered as he felt a wave of heat hit him between his legs, pushing Angel away for a second to catch his breath. "You wanna take this upstairs?" Angel asked. Husk looked at him for a few seconds, his cheeks flushing as he knew exactly what Angel was asking. Still, he couldn't help but be grateful that Angel had asked. It took a few seconds, but eventually Husk was able to nod his head and say in a soft whisper, "Yes, please."
"Your room or mine?" "Yours," Husk said, turning away as his blush deepened, "I… don't have any condoms. Or lotion. Or… well, anything in my room." Angel just smiled and nodded, taking Husk by the hand as he helped him onto his feet and led him up to his room. As they entered, Angel gave a soft whistle to get Fat Nuggets' attention; he pointed over to the bathroom door and the little pig let out a soft snort before trotting into the bathroom and using the ribbon tied to the doorknob to pull it shut.