Chapter 12 Only One Bed #2
“Um.” Mathlin scanned the room. “The pillow size. It must be thick enough that it can, uh, fit my head. If it’s too thin by even an inch, my neck will break and my head will roll.”
Titan coughed. “Of course. Please test the pillows. I wouldn’t want you to injure your neck.”
Mathlin blushed and scurried over to Titan’s bed, climbing onto it.
He cut such a small figure against the bed, tugging the covers over himself.
Truth be told, the queen-sized bed was barely big enough for Titan.
He had been saving up for an upgrade, something else he had planned on doing before courting an omega.
Except that had been a plan for the future, when he felt wealthy enough to start a family.
If Mathlin decided to share this bed... They would be pressed very, very close together under the covers. Close enough that Titan would smell only Mathlin in there with him.
Mathlin wriggled deeper under the covers, his nose twitching. “This bed smells like wolf. And...”
He froze, his face turning bright red.
“What does it smell like?” Way too late, Titan remembered why he liked his bed so much—because he touched himself in there, and sometimes, his fluids smeared onto the sheets.
He didn’t change his sheets often precisely because they stank of him, all alpha and his own sex musk.
It was the one place in the cabin that was entirely his.
“Crap. Uh. I understand if you would rather sleep in the guest room. Or you could change the sheets—”
Mathlin ducked under the covers and rolled around. “It smells good in here.”
Titan bit his lip, his cock growing thick. He’d never had an omega who was so eager to cover themselves in his scent. “Math,” he said, strangled. “You know we can, uh, change the sheets, right?”
Mathlin continued to flail around under the covers. “I think I’m sleeping in here tonight.”
This... might be bad.
Titan glanced at the significant bulge in his pants, willing it to go down before bedtime.
He didn’t want Mathlin to help him undress, only for his cock to spring up and smack Mathlin in the face.
Then again, maybe he should keep his clothes on; it would be more appropriate since he was sharing his bed with his employee.
If he could sleep naked with Mathlin, though... His cock throbbed.
“That settles it,” Titan said hoarsely, turning to leave so Mathlin wouldn’t catch an eyeful.
Mathlin stuck his head out of the covers. “Can I move into your bed now? Wait, is that...? You have a tent in your pants.”
Mathlin’s gaze was glued to Titan’s crotch. It throbbed under his attention.
Titan winced, turning further away. “I won’t subject you to this. I can sleep elsewhere—”
“No! You should sleep in your bed,” Mathlin cried.
At the pleading note in his voice, Titan turned back.
“Please sleep in your bed tonight?” Mathlin’s eyes were wide and beseeching. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself. I’ll lecture them and send them into a corner if they climb all over your muscles.”
Titan swallowed hard. “Fine. I promise the same.”
Mathlin stared at him. Then he laughed. “I would be impressed if your hands could wander anywhere right now.”
Titan snorted. “Well, hold me to my word.”
Mathlin nodded earnestly, as though he had been given a huge assignment.
Titan spent the rest of his time in a haze. He watched as Hamilton and Mathlin carefully maneuvered the crib into his bedroom, itching to help.
Not that he could help with anything. He gritted his teeth and stayed silent.
And now the crib was next to his bed, on the side further from the door.
“There,” Mathlin said, puffing out his chest.
“You did great. Now that that’s done, could you... help me brush my teeth? I’d do mouthwash if I could, but that doesn’t really work.” Titan expected Mathlin to be reluctant, but Mathlin perked up.
“Sure.”
They headed into the bathroom together; Mathlin filled a glass and held it to Titan’s lips. When Titan had gargled, Mathlin turned Titan’s face toward his. “Say ‘Ah.’”
“Ah.”
It felt really strange, letting Mathlin brush his teeth.
Kind of like a trip to the dentist, except Mathlin didn’t have a dentist’s threatening aura.
Titan held still and studied Mathlin’s face; the freckles on his cheeks, the little frown lines and laugh lines.
His long eyelashes, and the gold flecks in his orange eyes.
This felt almost too intimate, but Titan couldn’t help looking. Mathlin was beautiful.
“Okay, I’m done,” Mathlin said, breaking Titan out of his reverie.
He helped Titan rinse out the toothpaste, then dried Titan’s face with a towel.
“Thanks,” Titan murmured. “After you finish with your own routine, but before you turn in for the night, could you get me my pain meds?”
“Of course,” Mathlin said.
“Thanks.” Titan left Mathlin in the bathroom and sat on the edge of his bed, listening to the sounds in his cabin. Hamilton had left for the night, and Jannie was sleeping peacefully in her cot. Mathlin hummed to himself in the bathroom, a soft, comforting sound that made Titan smile.
When Mathlin stepped out, he poked his head into the bedroom. “Are your arms hurting a lot?”
Titan sighed. “Yes. Why don’t these pills last as long as they’re supposed to? I can only have them every eight hours, but they wear off after six.”
Mathlin winced. “That’s to protect your body from the side effects of those pills, rather than them being cruel on purpose.”
“Damn it.” Titan watched as Mathlin shook out some pills from the bottles on his nightstand. Mathlin braced himself with one hand on Titan’s shoulder. Then he held his cupped hand to Titan’s mouth, to feed him the pills.
Traces of musk hit Titan’s nose. He froze, staring at Mathlin’s hand—now covered in his sex scent. From Mathlin rubbing himself against his sheets.
“Your pupils just dilated,” Mathlin whispered. “Are you falling sick?”
Titan snuffled. “I, uh...”
Mathlin pressed his other hand to Titan’s forehead. “You don’t feel feverish.” He glanced down. “Your cock isn’t okay. Or it’s very okay, depending on how you look at it.”
Titan groaned, blushing furiously. “Math, just pop the pills in my mouth.”
“At least we’re not popping cherries in your mouth.” Mathlin froze, staring at Titan in horror. “I did not just say that. Besides, I have no more cherries left to pop.”
Vivid images attacked Titan’s brain: Mathlin in different positions, being stuffed with alpha cock.
He almost choked. “The pills.” He stuck out his tongue, trying to lick the pills off Mathlin’s palm. Mathlin squeaked and shoved his hand against Titan’s mouth, only for him to inhale their mixed scents.
Titan remembered the way Mathlin had smelled beneath him, musky-sweet and panting as Titan rutted against his ass.
Arousal jolted through his body, hot and fast like a bullet.
Titan had to force himself not to think. He swallowed when Mathlin tipped the water glass against his lips, gulping down the pills. “Thanks.”
“Anytime!” Mathlin set down the glass and leaned away. “Here, let me help you get into bed.”
He lifted the covers so Titan could shuffle further down the mattress. Then he wandered out of the bedroom. “I’m going to change into my PJs.”
Titan sighed with relief. He was still hard, and he needed to calm down so things wouldn’t get awkward in bed.
Finally, Mathlin returned. He turned off the light—his pupils gleamed like mirrors in the dark—and climbed into bed next to Titan. “Okay, this is the part where we fall asleep and try not to grope each other.”
“I’ll probably wake up if you do.”
Mathlin winced. “Do we need to make a pillow wall so I don’t accidentally hurt you?”
“I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” Mathlin said doubtfully.
He squirmed to get comfortable, sending tiny vibrations through the bed. Titan closed his eyes and breathed Mathlin in, aware of every rustle of fabric, every dip in the bed as Mathlin wriggled. They listened to each other’s breathing; Mathlin’s warmth brushed into Titan beneath the covers.
They barely knew each other, and yet Titan trusted the omega in bed with him.
Finally, his exhaustion won out, and darkness claimed him.