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Forty minutes later, Aziraphale found himself on one of the two large beds in the room Crowley had procured. It was a very nice room, plenty of space and quite pretty. There was a large window that looked out over a pastoral scene - which seemed improbable given that they were in a town, but Aziraphale didn’t have the brainpower to think about it. At the moment, he was finishing up a slice of the pizza they’d ordered. There were other various snacks sitting around, as well, that they’d procured, and a bottle of wine they’d opened and drank half of between the two of them. Aziraphale was feeling just the slightest bit fuzzy, but not drunk. He didn’t want to get drunk in front of Crowley, because he was afraid he’d blurt his feelings. That would ruin everything.
“So,” Crowley said from his place sprawled on the other bed, his head propped on his hand and a smile on his face. “Here we are, having a sleepover.”
Aziraphale flushed. Everything seemed so surreal. He was still fairly convinced that nothing would happen, that this was all a daydream, but he was doing his best to stay in the moment and not look towards the future at all.
“Yes, here we are. We have snacks from the vending machine, cocoa mix, and a lovely warm room. Thank you for procuring it, by the way.”
“The station paid for it. Paid for all of this, actually.”
“Yes, but you managed to get it for us.”
“It was kind of a miracle I did. There were three people behind me who were turned away.”
“Oh. They could have stayed with us, perhaps?”
“Nah. I don’t want to share a room with a stranger. And I don’t particularly want to share you with anyone right now. This is my chance to get to know you, and I’m taking it.”
Oh, God, this was real. “Well, then, I suppose you should ask some questions.”
Crowley grinned. “Let’s start out easy. Why’d you decide to become a weatherman?”
“You’re going to think it’s hubris.”
He cocked an eyebrow, still grinning. “Hubris got you into meteorology?”
“In a way, yes. I like to know what’s coming, and I was always frustrated that the weathermen on telly could only give approximate ideas of what the weather would be. So I went to uni and studied meteorology so I could predict the future.”
“That is absolutely fascinating.” He sounded genuine, and Aziraphale’s heart went pitter pat. He was determined not to throw himself at Crowley, even though with every passing minute it was becoming more obvious that Crowley was interested.
He was hoping, however, for a date when they got back to London. Maybe lots of dates. Dare to dream.
“How did you become a cameraman? Seems a waste of your good looks to have you behind the camera.”
The look on Crowley’s face was hard to describe: He was smiling, but his expression indicated he thought Aziraphale was flirting cheekily.
He was exactly right.
“I actually wanted to be a stunt man, and I was for a few years. Worked on several films, and did a couple scenes on Doctor Who.”
“What happened?”
“Hurt my knee when a stunt went wrong. Had to find another job, and it seemed like fun to capture all the action. To be fair, I wanted to be a cameraman for film and TV, but the job came open at the BBC for an in the field cameraman, and I took it, thinking it was temporary.”
Aziraphale was puzzled. “That was a couple years ago, if I’m remembering correctly.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“Why haven’t you moved on, then?”
He gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Developed a work crush.”
“Oh?” Aziraphale asked, heart in his throat.
Crowley grinned, looking sheepish now. “Yeah. He’s… fucking gorgeous. Clever. Brilliant. But up until recently, he didn’t know I existed.”
“Oh. I doubt he was dense enough not to notice you. Maybe he just didn’t let on.”
“Why wouldn’t he let on?”
Aziraphale was the one looking sheepish now. “Maybe he was afraid of rejection.”
“No need for that. Crazy about him, me. And getting crazier every minute I get to know him better.”
The beaming smile on Aziraphale’s face couldn’t be helped. “I, um, I’ve had a work crush or two in my time.”
“Yeah?”
“A couple of small ones, really, but one big one.”
Crowley’s smile was devastating. “Are you still interested in the big one?”
“Tremendously.”
“Fantastic,” he said, sounding like nothing had ever made him happier. “I hope you catch your big one.”
“I really hope so, too.”
“Honestly, he’d be stupid not to snatch you up. It’s what I’d do if I were him.”
“Hopefully he’ll do just that,” Aziraphale said, unable to believe this was actually happening. He looked out the window for a moment, and the snow was still falling, thick and heavy. “The snow really is gorgeous, but it’s likely to shut things down for a couple of days. This area doesn’t have the infrastructure.”
“Anxious to get back to London and your big crush, angel?” he asked, and there was a quality to his voice that was nervous.
Aziraphale didn’t know how to answer that without revealing all, and it took him a moment to come up with something. “No, I’m not anxious to go back to London. I’m quite happy with the situation I find myself in, except for the lack of clothing.”
“I’m sure we’ll be able to get out tomorrow. If not, we’ll figure something out. Perhaps the pub has a laundry service.”
“That’d be nice.”
“Go on, then,” Crowley encouraged. “Ask me something.”
“Oh. Um. I’m drawing a blank, to be honest.”
“Just ask me the first thing that pops in your head.”
There was no way he could do that, and he had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth when he said, “What’s the worst pain you’ve ever been in? Wait, that’s stupid,” he corrected. “Obviously that would be your knee.”
“Nah, you’d be wrong. My knee was pretty bad, but getting my Prince Albert hurt like a bitch.”
Aziraphale had heard the phrase about people bluescreening, but he’d never experienced it before then. “I’m sorry, your… what?”
“My Prince Albert.”
"No I heard you, but your... you have a piercing? You have.. that piercing?"
“Yeah. I thought it looked cool, plus it’s supposed to enhance sensation for both partners.”
His mouth was the sahara. “Does it… does it work?”
"Well, I can't speak for everyone, but for me, it’s pretty great.”
Aziraphale was still somewhat blown away. “I’ve never even seen one,” he blurted, then wished to heaven he could call it back.
Crowley grinned wolfishly. “Could be arranged at some point. I also have my nipples pierced and several tattoos.”
He blinked. “Oh. I, um, I had seen peeks of a couple tattoos on your arms. They look very nice.”
The look on Crowley’s gorgeous face was back to guarded and sheepish. “Do you like tattooed men?”
Aziraphale decided that, for the first time, he was going to be properly bold. “My big crush I told you about has tattoos and piercings.”
“Do you like them?”
“I think I’d like him no matter what was on his body. I’m a bit wild about him, if I’m honest.”
Crowley’s smile was bright enough to light the room - which was fortunate, because right at that moment, there was a sudden whining sound and the lights went out.
Startled, Aziraphale sat up, at attention. “What was that?”
“Power is out,” Crowley said, and Aziraphale heard the sound of him getting to his feet just a moment before he saw the screen of Crowley’s phone light up. “I’m looking at my police scanner app… a tree branch fell on a power line.”
“Oh, I do hope everyone is alright.”
“I’m sure they are, but I’ll check in a few minutes,” Crowley said. “I just signed up to get updates about the power situation. Hopefully they’ll message soon.”
The screen was providing the only light in the room, save the weak moonlight from behind the heavy clouds, and it illuminated his face beautifully. Aziraphale was almost sad when it went off and he heard the sound of the phone being sat on the bedside table. “Gotta tell you, angel. This feels like more of that miracle.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that now I’m not only stuck in a room with my work crush, the lights are out and the ambiance is amazing.”
His eyes were adjusting to the low light, and he could see Crowley sitting on the other bed, much more alert than he had been.
Aziraphale’s mind was spinning like a top. Crowley had just confirmed that he had a crush on him, and it was blatantly clear that he had a crush on Crowley. Crowley was right, the ambiance was amazing: the snow falling in the moonlight outside, the slight fuzz of the glass of wine he’d drunk making him feel warm - and then a thought hit him.
“Crowley.”
“Yeah, angel?” he answered in a voice that was softer than it had been.
“If there’s no power, then there’s no heat.”
“That’s a good point,” Crowley said. “It’s likely to get cold. The blankets on these beds don’t seem all that thick.”
Aziraphale closed his eyes and swallowed, fighting the nerves he felt. His eyes were still closed and he was silently praying to heaven within his mind when he said, “We could, ahem. We could double the blankets up and share a bed. There’s plenty of room, and I promise to be a gentleman.”
“No promises needed,” Crowley said. “But are you sure? I’ll be happy to bundle up in my coat and whatnot -”
“I’m sure. As long as you promise not to think me a tart.”
“Nah,” Crowley said, and Aziraphale heard him rustling around, the sound of fabric moving when he pulled the blanket off the superfluous bed. “Couldn’t possibly think that.”
“You might after I make the suggestion I’m about to make.”
“What’s that?” Crowley asked, clearly moving around the other bed.
“Ahem. I, um…. You see, I was a Boy Scout as a youth, and we learned - we learned that the fastest way to regenerate heat is to crawl into a sleeping bag with someone else… skin to skin, as they say.”
“God almighty,” Crowley muttered. “I’m going to have to start going to fucking church.”
“I don’t understand -”
“Nothing. I think it’s a great idea, as long as you’re sure.”
“I’ll, um, I’ll leave my pants on, just to remain gentlemanly…”
“Yeah,” Crowley said, voice tight. “I will, too.”
Aziraphale had never wished for light more devoutly than he did that moment, listening to the sounds of Crowley undress. He was able to see a silhouette, which was gorgeous, and his nerves were ebbing and cresting as he removed his own clothes as quickly as he could. He had no idea what he was getting into, but he would try so very hard to be a respectable -
There was the sound of something being sat on the bedside table, and Crowley laid the blanket on top of him. That done, he said, “Budge over,” and Aziraphale scooted over obediently. The bed dipped beside him, and his heart stopped when Crowley rolled over to face him, his head on the opposite pillow. Aziraphale was back to wishing for light.
He had no idea he had spoken aloud until Crowley chuckled. “You’re the weatherman. Surely you know the sun will come out tomorrow, and then you’ll be able to see.”
“Oh. Yes. right.”
“Angel?”
“Yes, darling?” he said, letting the endearment slip.
“Are you truly okay with this?”
“If I tell you I have a couple of concerns, will you promise to stay in bed with me anyway?”
“Tell me your concerns.”
“First, I’m afraid you’re going to think I’m a tart, or easy.”
“Not a bit,” Crowley assured him. “I could never. Plus, I’ve been pathetically asking for information about you for the last couple of years. I know from the grapevine that you’re not easy, or a tart.”
“Oh. Good. That’s - that’s settled, then.”
“What other concerns do you have?”
“I’m afraid you’re going to claim me as a conquest and move on.”
He could actually hear Crowley shake his head, moving the pillow. “Not gonna happen. As previously noted, I’ve been pathetically pandering for information about you for three years - at a job that was meant to be temporary. Remember what I said about how your crush should snatch you up?”
“Yes?” he answered almost breathlessly.
“That’s what I’m hoping to do. I’m hoping to sweep you off your feet and keep you all to myself.”
“Oh,” Aziraphale said, unsure what else to say.
“Do you have any more concerns?”
“I’m concerned I won’t be able to act like a gentleman with you.”
He could hear the smile in Crowley’s voice. “Don’t particularly want you to, if I’m honest.” There was the soft rustle of fabric, and then the even softer feel of Crowley’s fingertips tracing his cheek. “I have two more questions to ask you, angel, and I’d really love the most honest answers you can give me. My heart’s on my sleeve, here.”
Crowley’s breath was warm on his face, and his eyes had adjusted to the point he could just make out Crowley’s face. “Ask me anything, darling.”
“Will you be mine, angel? Can I snatch you up and keep you?” he asked, gently, so gently stroking Aziraphale’s cheek.
Aziraphale nodded, tears in his eyes, trying hard to keep from swooning. “Yes, Crowley. I’d love that more than anything.”
Crowley’s brilliant smile was clear, even in the darkness. “Last question, then.”
“Better make it quick before I pass out from… something.”
“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Last question, though: Can I kiss you? Please?”
Aziraphale’s answer was to kiss him, pressing his lips against Crowley’s, tasting him for the first time, very sure he’d ascended to heaven. His poor heart had been besieged today, but now it felt free, soaring far above the clouds, bathing in the starlight. The kiss was slow, gentle, and romantic, their lips passing over each other sweetly, but soon that wasn’t enough. Aziraphale needed to taste Crowley properly, and he needed it right now.
As if Aziraphale had spoken aloud, Crowley parted his lips, sending his tongue to trace Aziraphale’s, and Aziraphale whimpered pitifully into his new partner’s mouth. Crowley worried his lower lip with teeth, and Aziraphale opened to him, moaning again when Crowley sent his tongue between Aziraphale’s teeth and simultaneously pulled him into his arms. The noise Aziraphale made could not possibly have been helped - especially when he felt Crowley’s cock hard against his thigh.
They kissed for what seemed like six thousand years and six seconds, until the need for oxygen became too great. Aziraphale broke the kiss, gasping, both for air and because Crowley’s hands were on his arse, squeezing his cheeks. his mouth had attached itself to his throat.
“Stop me,” Crowley begged against his skin, while Aziraphale had his head thrown back. “Stop me, angel, I don’t think I can control myself if we go much further. I’ve wanted you so bad for so long….”
“I’ve wanted you, too,” Aziraphale panted, his own hands roaming the skin of Crowley’s back, his fingers flexing in his skin occasionally. “I do want you, I want you terribly…”
Crowley kissed him again, hungrily, grinding his prick against Aziraphale’s, which was equally hard. “I’m serious, sweetheart. If you don’t want me to make love to you, you need to say so now.”
“My darling, all I want is to make love to you. Please…”
There was a growl from the vicinity of his collarbone, just before it was bitten. “I’m gonna give you what you want, then,” Crowley said, kissing his way down Aziraphale’s body, under the blanket. “We’re going to make love. But that’s not all I want.”
“What - what else do you want?”
“I want you,” Crowley said. “God I just… I want you..” He squeezed Aziraphale’s belly, forming a little roll, and said, “I swear to God, I could just eat you up,” just before he nipped the roll he’d formed and gave sucking kisses.
“You - oh, darling - you have me. I thought we just established that.”
“I really am going to have to go back to fucking church,” Crowley swore, and Aziraphale hissed through his teeth when Crowley wrapped his hand around his prick. In between applying kisses all over his hips, he said, “You’ve got the fattest, most perfect dick I’ve ever seen.”
Aziraphale stopped biting his lip long enough to say, “You haven’t seen it yet.”
“You’re right. But I’m going to,” he promised, sliding his hand up and down Aziraphale’s weeping cock. “The sun is going to come out tomorrow, and I’m going to see you.”
“What if you don’t like me?”
“There’s no chance of that,” Crowley promised, now nuzzling his bollocks. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, angel, and I’ve dreamed of this…”
Aziraphale’s hips were thrusting weakly, against his will. “Please. Please, darli- ah!”
Crowley began his onslaught by licking the head of Aziraphale’s cock as one would an ice cream cone, then swirling his tongue around it. He made appreciative noises, and Aziraphale knew perfectly well he wasn’t going to last long when Crowley engulfed his cock into his hot, wet mouth.
He cried out, his body arching, his hands coming up onto Crowley’s shoulders automatically. That did not slow Crowley down: he continued to bob on Aziraphale, taking him deeper with each stroke, his hand using the saliva he was creating to lubricate his shaft.
Aziraphale wasn’t even aware he’d grabbed Crowley by the head until Crowley let out a decadent moan and started bobbing harder, putting one of his hands on Aziraphale’s to encourage him to close it. Aziraphale did, and Crowley rewarded him by taking him into his throat.
“Aaagh…” Aziraphale moaned, his eyes closed tight, back of his head pressing into the pillow. “My God, Crowley, the mouth on you… I could let you - Ah! Oh, my sweet, there’s nothing I wouldn’t let you do to me…. Hnngh, yes! Ah! Ah! Such a good little cocksucker you are… take me deeper, sweet. Ah! Ah! That’s it, just like that.”
Crowley, it seemed, responded well to his commands, and was sucking him even more ravenously. All Aziraphale could see in the dim light was movement under the blanket, so he was relying on his senses of touch and sound. The slurping, gulping sounds he was making were utterly obscene, and Aziraphale had never heard anything that turned him on more.
One hand gripped Crowley’s hair, the other hand petted him. “Ooooh, sweet. Mmmmph, you suck me so good. You suck me so good I can’t even speak proper Engli- Ah! Ah! Oh, Crowley... your throat… I’m going to come soon. I’m getting close…”
He was horrified when Crowley pulled off and started kissing his hipbones. “You like that, angel?”
“I was so close,” Aziraphale whined. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I’m greedy,” he said. “I want to make love to you in the worst way. But I also want to suck you until you come in my mouth. I don’t know what to do, so I wanted to give you the choice.”
Aziraphale’s brain was far from online, but he used the last two brain cells he had to try and form thoughts. “You wanted to have anal sex?”
Crowley was back to kissing all over Aziraphale’s hips and thighs. “Yes. Please. You can top or I can, whatever you want.”
“We can’t. We don’t have any condoms. Or lubricant.”
Crowley emerged from under the blanket with a wicked smile on his face, reached over to the bedside table, then Aziraphale felt two items drop onto the bed beside his shoulder. “You weren’t the only one who was a boy scout, sweetheart.”
Aziraphale hauled him into a kiss, pulling him down on top of him, loving the weight of him. The two of them rolled on the bed for a few moments, hands conquering and exploring new territory, both of them murmuring promises and praise. Aziraphale had never in his life felt so cherished, so beautiful, so desired. He reached between them to wrap his hand around Crowley’s cock, finding it rock-hard and making Crowley give a gorgeous moan. His hand slid up and down while Crowley kissed him and whispered sweet, filthy oaths, until his thumb went to the head and he felt the piercing there.
“Jesus fuck, that feels good,” Crowley swore.
“Do I need to do anything special?” he asked, playing with it.
“Not right now. What you’re doing feels amazing.”
“What if I did it with my tongue?”
Crowley groaned pathetically, making Aziraphale feel like a god. “Later. God, you don’t know the fantasies I’ve had about us sucking each other off. I want to do that so much, but for right now, I want… Oh, fuck, angel…”
“You were saying?” Aziraphale teased, flicking the piercing while he stroked Crowley’s cock.
Crowley’s breaths were hot on his collarbone, since he’d dropped his forehead onto Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Baby, please… I want you so much… I’ve waited so long…”
“How do you want me?” Aziraphale purred, dizzy with the feeling of being in control. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.”
“I want - hnnngh, your hand is so soft…”
Aziraphale nipped his earlobe, his free hand fiddling with Crowley’s nipple piercing. “Can I tell you what I want?”
“Tell me, baby, please…”
“I want to find out first hand whether that rumor about Prince Alberts being pleasurable for both partners is true.” Crowley moaned, taking a break from leaving a mark on his throat to bite it. Aziraphale gasped, then ran his tongue up the shell of Crowley’s ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me, please, with this cock.”
Crowley seemed to activate at those words. There was a part of Aziraphale that still thought he must be dreaming, but the feeling of Crowley’s hand hooking his leg and hauling it over his hip, then sliding slick fingers between his cheeks to seek out his rim helped keep him grounded. In a way. For the most part, he was losing his mind.
The words Crowley was whispering into Aziraphale’s ear were simultaneously sweeter than honey and more x-rated than any film. He promised to make love to Aziraphale over and over, for the next couple of eternities, and to do anything he could to make him feel good. He promised him rimjobs, facials, describing every sex act he could think of - and some Aziraphale had never heard of - in graphic detail. Aziraphale simply gyrated on the bed, wrapped up with him in a tangle of limbs that couldn’t be untangled, his hand around Crowley’s prick, begging.
It took a little bit, but Crowley finally got two fingers into Aziraphale’s arsehole, making Aziraphale dizzy. Then he nearly passed out from want when Crowley fit a third finger in there, fucking him gently, whispering sweet nothings and precious everthings.
“You feel so tight around my fingers, angel,” Crowley told him, sotto voce. “I can’t wait to get my cock in you.”
“I can’t - I can’t wait either,” Aziraphale answered in a shaky voice. “Please, darling… Tell me how you want to fuck me.”
There was a series of rapid motions that Aziraphale didn’t entirely clock, but he found himself on his back with his legs spread and in the air, knees towards his chest, while Crowley kissed him.
“I’d give anything to see you right now,” Crowley muttered between kisses as he rolled on the condom. “But that’s alright. We’re going to make love hundreds of times. I’ll see you.”
Aziraphale was clutching him, pleading, while Crowley used his slick cock to rub all around Aziraphale’s hole, massaging it.
“I want to make you feel so good, angel…”
“Please, my sweet,” Aziraphale begged. “Please, fuck me, I’ve wanted it so long..”
He felt the head of Crowley’s cock come to his arsehole, and he didn’t miss the sensation of the piercing. It was strange, but he didn’t have time to think about whether he liked it before Crowley was pressing it against his arsehole, seeking entrance. Aziraphale both bore down and relaxed as best he could, and within a few seconds Crowley breached, making both of them moan.
Aziraphale was chewing his lip to keep from saying something entirely too honest, but Crowley put a stop to that when he kissed Aziraphale gently but eagerly as he rocked into him with short thrusts. Aziraphale whimpered with pleasure, but must have spooked Crowley because he stopped.
“What’s wrong, angel?”
“Nothing, don’t stop, it feels so good, please don’t stop…” he begged.
Crowley went back to kissing him, using one hand to hike Aziraphale’s leg higher. “You feel so good to me, baby. You’re so hot, and you’re hot for me. I love it. I want to do this all the time… please say I can…”
Aziraphale was mindless because the head of Crowley’s cock - and the piercing - was now hitting his prostate with every gentle thrust. “I’m yours, you can do anything you want to me, oh, God, you fill me so much… Annngh…”
“You’re mine. I like that, sweetheart. And as for what I’m going to do to you, I’m going to make you so fucking happy. God you’re tight, you feel so good…”
It wasn’t a long time before Crowley bottomed out, his hips against Aziraphale’s arse, and he took a moment then to kiss Aziraphale purposefully. “Are you alright, angel?”
Aziraphale nodded up at him, his eyes wide, unable to see much of anything but the silhouette of Crowley’s face. “I’m perfect. I have you, and I’m perfect.”
“Goddamn right you’re perfect,” Crowley growled, just before he hooked his arms under Aziraphale’s legs, settling them into the position he wanted, then kissed Aziraphale greedily while he began rocking in and out.
Aziraphale read constantly, and he had read many, many romance novels that included sex scenes. One would think he’d have the vocabulary to describe the way it felt to be made love to by Crowley, but he was drawing a complete blank. He had no way to explain the lights that twinkled behind his eyes every time Crowley’s cockhead and Prince Albert rubbed his prostate. He had no way to describe how full he felt, or the sweet, precious burn of the stretch. There were no words he could use to express the joy he felt, the desire he felt, or the love he felt. All he knew was that in this moment, he was complete. He was whole. He was full to the brim - both of Crowley’s cock and, he thought, Crowley’s love.
Crowley rocked into him at a steady pace, propped overtop him, his breaths both hot and cool on Aziraphale’s face. “You’re every fantasy come true, angel,” he babbled between wet, messy kisses. “Nnngh, I’ve wanted you for so long, I’ve waited for this. Mmph… yes, baby. I’ve wanked so much thinking about being in bed with you, and now it’s happening. I can’t believe it. Ah! Ah! Oh, shit, I can’t believe how good you feel…”
“I can’t… the way you feel.. Oh, Crowley, please,” he begged, tears streaming. “I want you, please fuck me the way you’ve wanted…”
Crowley sucked on Aziraphale’s neck. “You want me to fuck you until you scream my name, then?”
“Yes, please - ah! Ah!”
Crowley began fucking him harder, faster, pistoning into him almost fiercely. Aziraphale howled his pleasure, putting his hands behind his knees to pull them higher, letting Crowley go deeper. He wasn’t able to touch his own cock, but that didn’t matter. He was, in fact, wailing Crowley’s name when the orgasm hit him with the intensity and speed of a cannonball.
“Yes, that’s it. God, yes, I made you come. Shit. Shit. Yes, baby, come for me,” Crowley urged, fucking into him even more powerfully.
Aziraphale was afraid of exploding apart into ten million little pieces, and the more vigorously Crowley fucked him, the more he could feel the whiteness encroaching on him. His body was limp, simply a willing receptacle for Crowley’s pounding, and he was nearly spent -
“Ah! Ah! Shit! I’m coming! Oh, fuck!” Crowley shouted, then bit down on Aziraphale’s shoulder, buried as deep as he could go. Aziraphale could feel him pulsing inside - or maybe he couldn’t. His whole body was pulsing.
They lay like that for a few moments, Aziraphale’s legs spread wide and Crowley between them, on top of him. Both of them were out of breath, but Aziraphale was grateful to be in this realm. He was grateful for the weight on top of him, he was grateful for everything right at the moment. He’d never felt as good as he did right then.
After a minute, he moved his arms a millimeter before he hesitated. “Darling?”
Crowley’s voice was breathy and choppy against his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“You really are mine?”
“For as long as you want me, sweetheart.”
“I think you might want to get used to me, then,” he said, wrapping his arms around Crowley’s body and catching his new boyfriend’s mouth in a kiss.
They kissed lazily for a little while until Crowley softened enough to fall out of him, then he pulled off of Aziraphale. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I have to take care of this condom, then I’ll be right back.”
Aziraphale felt him move away, heard the motions, and used his discarded boxers to clean his belly. He was just tossing them to the side when Crowley crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up to their shoulders before he pulled Aziraphale into his arms. Aziraphale went happily, with a smile that grew when Crowley wound his legs with Aziraphale’s.
“Mine,” Crowley said, sounding satisfied.
“Yours,” Aziraphale agreed, nuzzling in under his chin. They laid like that for a while, stroking each other’s skin gently, until a thought occurred to Aziraphale and he stiffened, raising his head.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“What about work? Are we going to get called in by HR?”
He could hear the grin in Crowley’s voice. “Not at all. Fergus has known I was hot for you for the last two years, and he suspected you were into me. So when Eric hurt himself, he asked me what I thought about this idea, and the rest is history.
“Oh, you scoundrels,” he purred, rubbing his hand down Crowley’s chest in mock admonishment. “I’ll have to thank him later.”
“Mmm, me too,” Crowley said, settling Aziraphale into his arms again. “For now, though, I’m going to sleep. Tomorrow is an exciting day.”
“What happens tomorrow?”
“I get to wake up with my boyfriend in my arms for the first time.”
“Better not be the last,” Aziraphale teased.
“It won’t be. You can count on that, angel.”
Aziraphale was, indeed, counting on that - and feeling like he’d won every lottery in the world at the same time.