Chapter 13 Only One Bed （Part 2）
Mathlin floated in a warm, comfortable darkness. He was pleasantly cocooned, wrapped up nice and safe, and everything smelled amazing.
“Mmm,” he said, snuggling closer to the source of warmth.
Unlike the rest of his nest, this part of his cocoon felt more solid. Not hard and unyielding like metal, but firm with some give. Fuzzy in some places, and not-fuzzy in others. He purred and pressed his face to the warmth, letting his fingers drift over the smooth wrinkles. Pillowcase?
Oddly enough, the pillowcase had bumps under it. Like bread rolls lined up all nice and straight, but there were only two rows of them.
The buns were warm though. Freshly baked? They didn’t smell like buns, but Mathlin didn’t care. He nuzzled into a wider, solid bun, mouthing at it.
The bun rose and fell beneath his face.
“Math,” someone murmured from somewhere far away, with a voice that was rich, dark, and amazing.
“Mmm,” Mathlin said, stroking his bread roll pillow.
Further down, the pillowcase turned into a stretch of fuzz. Beyond that, the fuzz became a thick band of solid cloth. Unpleasant. Mathlin moved his hand past that, where the pillow felt normal again.
His fingers bumped into something long and hard.
What was that? Why was it on his pillow?
Mathlin grumbled, sliding his fingers down its length. Air rushed somewhere above his head; his pillow jerked a little.
“Go ‘way,” Mathlin mumbled, shoving weakly at the long, hard thing. It moved a little under the pillowcase, so he shoved at it again.
A sound came from the wheezy machine above his head. When the long, hard thing still didn’t budge, Mathlin curled his fingers around it, trying to push it off. It moved a little but seemed to be stuck. His pillow twitched.
Then he had an epiphany: the long, hard thing was under the pillowcase. That was why it wouldn’t leave.
Mathlin released it and nudged his fingers under the unpleasant thick band, finding more fuzzy pillow. He pushed his hand down and down, until he found the long, hard thing. It was cylindrical, smooth and hot, and it fitted perfectly in his hand.
It jerked. Something made a sound.
“Hmm,” Mathlin said, changing his mind. The long, hard thing could stay.
He fell back asleep still holding it.
Mathlin woke up to find his head rising and falling with his pillow. Aside from the odd movement, his pillow was perfect. Warm and safe. Big and comfy.
He snuggled closer, his fingers squeezing around... a long, hard thing.
Why is it wet?
He released the thing to rub his fingers together. Slippery. Something smelled musky.
Curious now, he felt around his pillow, finding a big wet patch under the long, hard thing. Where had the wetness come from? He wrapped his hand back around the familiar length, squeezing it lightly.
Something wheezed above his head.
When he looked up, he found hazel eyes watching him, pupils dilated.
Titan.
“What’re you doing in my bed?” Mathlin yelped.
“Your bed?”
“Yeah! You’re sleeping in my bed!”
Titan snorted, the corners of his lips curving up. “Math, do you recognize anything in this room?”
Mathlin glanced around, his eyes adjusting to his moonlit surroundings.
The room was slightly bigger than his room back at the Cartfalls safehouse, and roughly the same size as Ottis’ living room.
Paintings covered the walls; pictures of wolves, pictures of croissants, and even one with several wolves holding pastries in their mouths.
He definitely did not recognize the carved wooden dresser, or the ornate mirror, or the plush armchair in one corner of the room.
“We agreed last night that you were sleeping in my bed, so you wouldn’t have to sleep under yours,” Titan rumbled. “I’m watching your back, remember?”
Mathlin’s eyes widened. “Okay, that sounds familiar.”
Yesterday’s memories filled his mind: collecting Titan’s cum in several vials, Titan’s cock thrusting between his cheeks. Titan sucking on his throat in front of a customer, and Mathlin following him home so he could... help Titan dress and undress.
Because both of Titan’s arms were hurt.
Mathlin yelped and jerked away, looking down. “Did I hurt you?”
Titan shook his head, sucking in a shaky breath. “You didn’t. My arm’s tucked against my body, so you didn’t jostle it much when you came closer.”
Was it Mathlin, or did Titan’s voice sound strained?
“You’re breathing hard,” Mathlin said, confused. “Is your other arm okay?”
“Left arm’s fine too.” Titan licked his lips. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mm-hm. But... why is my pillow wet?”
“Your pillow?”
“Yeah, this—” Mathlin moved his hand, frowning at the blankets covering it. Something slid within his fist. Titan exhaled sharply. “Wait. What am I holding?”
Ever so slightly, Titan stiffened. “You... don’t know?”
The thick length jerked in Mathlin’s fist. “No...”
“Fuck,” Titan muttered. “Math—”
Mathlin looked at the dark, wet spot on Titan’s shirt. That was where he had been sleeping. Where he had been drooling. Then he followed the length of Titan’s body, kicking off the blanket to reveal Titan’s abs, where his shirt had ridden up.
But Titan’s beautiful abs didn’t hold his attention for long, because...
Mathlin’s hand was shoved down the front of Titan’s pants.
His hand was inside Titan’s pants.
Holding something long and hard.
It jerked again, thick and wet.
“Oh gods!” Mathlin cried, yanking out his hand. His fingers glistened with clear fluid. “I stuck my hand down your pants while I was asleep! Oh gods. Oh fuck. Do you hate me now? Are you going to fire me?”
“Math—”
He buried his face in his hands, twitching when he realized that he was smearing Titan’s musky precum all over his cheeks.
“Mathlin, no.” Titan sat up, peering at him in concern. “It was my fault. I should’ve woken you up to tell you. But you looked so comfortable that I... I wanted to let you sleep. And I wanted you to hold me for a while.”
It had been a good long while, judging by the amount of precum on his abdomen. Mathlin’s face burned. “I’m sorry anyway!”
“I’m the one who should be sorry, not you,” Titan said, looking guilty. “I don’t know if you’ll forgive me—”
“I really wanted to touch your cock,” Mathlin blurted. “I think I wanted it so badly that it penetrated my subconscious. Is that the definition of ‘mindfuck’?”
Titan made a face. “I’ll promise not to do it again.”
“No!” Mathlin whimpered. “Please let me hold your cock again. The only thing I don’t like is that I wasn’t awake to enjoy any of it. How long was I holding you?”
“An hour, maybe.” Titan peered at him worriedly. “Are you sure?”
“An hour,” Mathlin whined, sniffing at the drying precum on his hand. “You can make up for it by letting me hold your cock for another hour. But this time, I want to be awake for it.”
“Fuck,” Titan hissed, his chest heaving. The wet spot on his pants grew larger.
“I’m okay with you touching me while I sleep,” Mathlin added, unable to tear his eyes away from Titan’s bulge. “As long as it feels good to me. But that probably means I’m pathetic and don’t get touched very often.”
Titan huffed. “You’re far from pathetic, Math. If you really want a pity party, I can’t use either of my arms right now. But that’s not what I want to talk about. You can touch me whenever you want, too. Aside from you, I haven’t been intimate with anyone in a while.”
Mathlin’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow, you’re really serious about the ‘saving up for an omega’ thing. Crap, I said I would help you look for an omega, but I haven’t done anything about it.”
Titan watched him for a long moment, his gaze dark. “You can start by telling me this: How do you think an omega should be courted?”
Mathlin perked up. No one ever asked him about these things. “Okay! Now?”
The alpha huffed. “Not right now. We’ll do that later. Right now, I have something more... urgent to see to.” He glanced down, shifting his hips. In the puddle of moonlight, his bulge was a play of light and shadow, thick and completely hungry for touch.
Mathlin suddenly remembered that Titan had been hard for at least an hour; his hand had been on that hot length, teasing it so it dripped and needed to come.
He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
“Mathlin,” Titan growled, his voice toe-curling. “Be a good omega, and finish what you started.”