Chapter Six #2
He just might.
To Sullivan’s surprise, they didn’t head to Chance’s office but rather to the living room. The TV was on, a movie paused, and there were snacks and drinks on the coffee table. Mark guided Oliver to one of the couches and handed him a glass of water while Sullivan flopped onto the other couch.
“I’m glad you knew to come to us,” Chance said. “I realize this wasn’t planned, but I trust you didn’t have any other option.”
“I didn’t,” Sullivan confirmed. Matty settled next to him, and Sullivan wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He needed Matty close.
“Can you tell us what happened?”
“There’s not much to say. I don’t know how Oliver managed, but he broke the spell that was keeping him unconscious. He was trying to escape, but more mages arrived, and they would’ve hurt him if I hadn’t stepped in. I couldn’t allow that to happen when I was right there and able to do something.” He hoped Chance wouldn’t blame him for ruining the plan they’d been working on.
Sullivan was supposed to stay with the coven, convince as many people as he could not to fight for their leaders, and keep an eye on the leaders and their decisions. He wouldn’t be able to do any of that anymore. He might be able to reach out to some of his allies, maybe even Braden, but that depended on what the leaders would decide. Sullivan didn’t have to be at the house to know they had to be pissed.
Chance nodded. “So you escaped together.”
“I couldn’t stay after people saw me helping Oliver. I probably wouldn’t be alive right now if I had.” His family might not be. Sullivan wasn’t sure what he’d do if he’d caused them harm. He would never forgive himself.
“I got a call from Braden. He told me he managed to get your family out before the dust settled. He contacted them as soon as he realized what had happened and bundled them up into their cars. They’re on their way here. They and you are welcome to become pack members.”
Sullivan blinked. “Really?”
“It’s the least I can do for what you sacrificed. I hope that you’ll be able to return to your coven if that’s what you want, but it won’t happen for a while. In the meantime, I want you and your family to consider the pack as your home.”
“Some of your people won’t be happy with that decision.”
“It doesn’t matter. They would be even less happy if the coven attacked them or their families. I’m the one in charge, and if they don’t like it, they can leave. Francis did.”
Sullivan was curious about that situation, but he didn’t ask. There was too much on his mind already.
That didn’t change—not when his family arrived and he saw that all of them were safe, not when they had a chat with Chance, and not even when Oliver thanked Sullivan. Sullivan had already been exhausted when he and Oliver had landed, but it was nothing next to how he felt by the time he was done eating dinner with Chance and everyone else and ready to stumble into bed.
“You can stay with me,” Matty said. “You don’t have to stay in the same bedroom if you don’t want to. We have plenty of empty ones, even with Sabrina living there.”
“What if I want to stay with you?”
Matty’s cheeks flushed, but he nodded. “I’d like that. I’m going to tell everyone we’re leaving.”
Sullivan was glad to be left on the couch and relax for a moment. He was still tired, but suddenly, the thought of spending the night with Matty had him feel completely awake.
* * * *
M atty stood in the doorway of his bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was dimly lit by the lamp on his nightstand, casting warm, golden light over the bed and the clutter in the room. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry, as he took in the sight of Sullivan looking around. He seemed interested in the room, but only until his gaze found Matty again. When it did, he looked at Matty with an expression that made Matty nervous and hopeful. He’d been sure of what he wanted when he’d asked Sullivan if he wanted to spend the night, and he still was, but that didn’t make him any less anxious.
“Are you sure about this?” Sullivan’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried clearly in the quiet of the room.
Matty took a tentative step forward after closing the door. “I wouldn’t have invited you to come in if I wasn’t sure,” he replied, his own voice trembling slightly.
He could feel the heat of Sullivan’s gaze on him, and its intensity made his skin tingle. He stopped inches away from Sullivan, his breath hitching as he looked at the man who’d come to mean so much to him in such a short time.
He almost couldn’t believe how fast this was going, but also how right it felt.
Sullivan’s eyes flicked down to meet Matty’s, and for a moment, they stared at each other. Then, Sullivan reached out and placed a hand on Matty’s hip. His fingertips brushed lightly over the fabric of Matty’s jeans, and even though he wasn’t touching skin, it sent a shiver through Matty’s body that he couldn’t suppress.
“We don’t have to do this,” Sullivan said softly, anchoring him in place with his touch and his gaze. “Not unless you really want to. I know you don’t have a lot of experience. We can wait, take things slow.”
Matty’s heart skipped a beat at the words. He leaned in until his lips were just a breath away from Sullivan’s. “I want to,” he murmured. “More than anything.” They didn’t know if both of them would make it out of the upcoming fight, and Matty wanted to be with Sullivan.
Sullivan’s eyes fluttered closed as Matty’s lips met his in a kiss that was soft, tentative, but full of promise—for tonight, but also for the future. Matty had to believe they would have one.
They kissed for a long time, exploring the contours of each other’s mouths with gentle, lingering touches. Matty’s hands found their way to Sullivan’s shoulders. He dug his fingers into the muscles as he pressed closer, seeking more of the connection and heat that had been building between them.
But even as the kiss grew deeper, more urgent, there was still an underlying gentleness to it, a tenderness that spoke of feelings like affection and maybe even love.
With a soft sigh, Sullivan pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss but pressing his forehead against Matty’s. His eyes opened, dark with desire, and he smiled. “I can’t believe how lucky I am that you chose me.”
Matty’s heart swelled with affection. He’d thought the same just minutes before. “How could I not?”
Sullivan nodded, his smile growing brighter. He tilted his head up again, capturing Matty’s lips in another soft, sweet kiss.
This time, when Sullivan’s tongue slipped between Matty’s lips, seeking entrance, Matty eagerly granted it, moaning as their tongues found each other. The kiss became more intense, and Matty lost himself in the feeling of being connected to Sullivan in a way he’d never experienced before.
He stroked his hands down Sullivan’s back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. He could feel the hard length of Sullivan’s cock pressing against him, both of them straining against their jeans. It was a reminder of just how real this was and how much they both wanted it. Matty’s mind reeled with everything, from what had already happened between them to what they were about to do and the possible future they’d share.
Before he could let those thoughts overwhelm him, Sullivan broke the kiss again, pulling back just enough to look into Matty’s eyes. “Do you want to...” he trailed off, his voice hesitant as he tilted his chin toward the bed.
Matty swallowed, his chest tight with a mix of excitement and nerves. There was only one answer he wanted to give. “Yes. Let’s...”
He wasn’t sure what to say, so he nodded. He squeaked when Sullivan gently pushed him toward the bed and guided him onto the mattress until he was flat on his back. Sullivan followed him down, hovering above him for a moment as they looked into each other’s eyes, maybe searching for any sign of hesitation or fear.
Matty didn’t feel either.
Sullivan lowered himself until his chest was pressed against Matty’s, his arms braced on either side of Matty’s head. They were close enough that their noses brushed together with every breath, their lips millimeters apart, sharing the same breaths.
“Ready?” Sullivan asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
Matty nodded, his hands reaching up to cup Sullivan’s face. He stroked his thumbs over Sullivan’s cheekbones, knowing that while their situations were different, he wasn’t the only nervous one in the room. “I am.”
Matty closed the gap between them once more, sealing their lips together in a kiss that was every bit as consuming as the others but was also layered anticipation. He had Sullivan in his bed, and he couldn’t wait to experience it.
As their tongues tangled and their bodies moved together, Matty felt a sense of completeness that he’d never known before. This was what he’d been waiting for his whole life, and now that it was finally here, he never wanted it to end.
The kiss grew hotter and more desperate. Matty wanted so much more, but at the same time, if this was all he could have, he’d be happy. Still, maybe he could try asking for more.
Matty pulled back from the kiss, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he looked at Sullivan. “Can we...” Matty began, his voice trembling as he glanced between them.
Sullivan’s eyes widened for a split second, but he nodded. “Anything you want,” he croaked.
Matty couldn’t believe how Sullivan made him feel—flustered but also confident to ask and do what he wanted. He knew Sullivan wouldn’t reject him, and that gave him the push he needed to be brave.
Sullivan shifted his weight, moving to kneel between Matty’s legs as he reached for the button on Matty’s jeans. His fingers trembled as he started undressing Matty. It was nice to know that Matty wasn’t the only one feeling this so strongly.
Sullivan opened Matty’s jeans, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. The fabric parted, revealing Matty’s underwear and the hard cock hidden under the fabric. Matty swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sullivan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He grabbed the bottom of Matty’s sweater and pulled it up. Matty had to help to get it off, but as soon as it was, Sullivan went to work on the buttons of Matty’s shirt. Matty wasn’t going to make him do all the work so he wrangled Sullivan out of his sweater and did the same, eager to see more of his boyfriend.
As the shirt opened, Sullivan’s chest came into view, his skin smooth and warm under the dim light. Matty’s eyes roamed over the expanse, taking in the curve of Sullivan’s collarbone, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with every breath, the smattering of dark hair covering his skin.
“I’m a little nervous,” he confessed.
Sullivan smiled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss against Matty’s now bare shoulder. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he said. “We can take our time.”
With that reassurance, Matty moved to the next button, working his way down the shirt. Each new inch of exposed skin was a step closer to everything Matty wanted, and he was impatient. When the shirt was finally undone, Matty pulled it apart slowly, savoring the sight of Sullivan’s broad shoulders and defined torso. He ran his fingertips along the edge of the fabric, tracing the line where it met Sullivan’s skin, smiling at the goosebumps that rose in response.
Sullivan shivered, his breath hitching slightly. “You’re incredible.”
Matty chuckled softly, leaning in to place a kiss just below Sullivan’s collarbone. “I don’t know about incredible. I’m just following my heart,” he replied, his lips curving into a smile against Sullivan’s skin. “And right now, my heart is telling me to get rid of this shirt.”
Matty tugged the shirt off Sullivan’s shoulders, pulling it down his arms and tossing it aside. He took a moment to drink in the sight of Sullivan’s bare chest. The room seemed to grow warmer, and he could have sworn his skin was tingling.
Matty reached out, running his hands up Sullivan’s sides, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath his fingers. He let his thumbs dance across Sullivan’s nipples, watching as they tightened in response to his touch. Sullivan gasped softly, his head tilting back.
“Matty,” Sullivan breathed.
Sullivan leaned in, pressing his lips to Matty’s throat. He moved lower, kissing his way down Matty’s chest, pausing to gently nibble on one of his nipples. Matty’s hands flew to Sullivan’s head, holding him close as he arched his back, his breathing growing more ragged.
Sullivan’s tongue flicked out, teasing before he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Matty wanted to explore every curve and contour of Sullivan’s body, but he also wanted to savor this moment.
He shifted position, raising his chest so he could take off his shirt fully, which joined Sullivan’s somewhere to the side of the bed. Sullivan quickly pushed Matty back against the mattress and dipped his head, pressing his lips to the hollow of Matty’s hip. When Matty felt him tug on his jeans, he raised his hips, more than ready to finally be naked.
He was nothing to write home about, but everything in the way Sullivan behaved told him that Sullivan found him beautiful, and that was all that mattered.
Sullivan slid the jeans down Matty’s hips, taking Matty’s underwear along for the ride. He kissed his way down the inside of Matty’s thigh, following the path of Matty’s clothes until they were off his body.
Matty gripped the sheets as he fought to stay still. “Sullivan,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Don’t stop.”
Sullivan looked up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I don’t plan to,” he said, his voice husky. “But I want to hear you say it.”
Matty’s jaw clenched, his teeth gritting together as he struggled for words. “Please,” he finally managed. “More.”
Sullivan leaned in, pressing a final kiss to the inside of Matty’s thigh before he reached for his own jeans. With slow, deliberate movements, he unbuttoned them, making Matty’s breath hitch in anticipation.
Matty reached out to touch Sullivan. The fabric of Sullivan’s jeans was soft, but it was a barrier between them, and Matty wanted them off. As soon as the jeans were open, Matty helped slide the denim down Sullivan’s hips.
The jeans revealed Sullivan’s thighs, the muscles tensing as they were exposed to the air. Matty moved his fingers slowly. He wanted to savor every inch of skin he uncovered. When the denim reached Sullivan’s knees, Matty sat up. Sullivan’s erection strained against the fabric of his boxers.
Matty’s heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the heat of Sullivan’s body so close to his own, smell Sullivan’s cologne and his skin, and feel his chest move as he breathed. It was too much and yet not enough. He wanted more— needed more.
Matty’s hand hovered over Sullivan’s erection for a moment before he gently cupped it through the fabric of the boxers. Sullivan gasped, his hips instinctively thrusting forward into the touch. Matty tightened his fingers slightly.
“Matty,” Sullivan whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Please.”
Matty’s response was immediate. He crunched his upper body and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Sullivan’s erection, where it poked out from the fabric. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine. When he pulled away, there was a damp spot on the fabric where they’d touched.
Sullivan scrambled to get the rest of his clothes off. There was no grace in the way he moved, and it did something to Matty to see how much he affected his boyfriend.
He leaned back and stretched out on the mattress. He wanted Sullivan to take care of him.
Sullivan slid his hand up Matty’s calf and thigh. “You’re beautiful.” He traced a finger along Matty’s hip, and Matty’s breath caught in his throat as Sullivan’s touch sent a wave of pleasure through him.
Sullivan’s eyes darkened as he stared at Matty. Sullivan’s cock was fully erect, smooth, and glistening slightly with pre-cum. Matty swallowed hard. He reached out, wrapping his fingers around it.
Sullivan’s hand immediately went to Matty’s wrist. “Not yet,” he said softly. “I want to taste you first.”
Matty’s breath hitched, his eyes wide with surprise. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” Sullivan interrupted. “I want to show you how much I care.”
Without waiting for a response, Sullivan released Matty’s wrist and leaned forward, his mouth open and ready. Matty’s cock twitched in anticipation, the head brushing against Sullivan’s lips. Sullivan took a deep breath before opening his mouth and taking Matty inside.
The sensation was overwhelming. Sullivan’s mouth was hot and slick and impossible to resist. He wrapped his lips tightly around Matty’s cock, sucking as he began to move up and down. Matty’s hands dug into Sullivan’s hair, fingers threading through the strands. He needed something to hold on to.
Matty’s heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears. He could feel his arousal growing stronger with each passing second. His cock throbbed and twitched. “Sully,” he groaned, his voice strained. “God, Sully, you feel so good.” He’d never called Sullivan that before, but it felt right.
Sullivan swallowed around Matty’s cock. He bobbed his head faster, his tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of Matty’s dick. Matty’s hips jerked slightly with each movement of Sullivan’s mouth as if they had a mind of their own.
“Fuck, Sully,” Matty muttered, his voice breaking. “I’m gonna come soon.”
Sullivan increased his pace, sucking harder, his hand moving in tandem with his mouth to stroke the base of Matty’s cock.
Matty’s grip on Sullivan’s hair tightened. “Sully, I’m close,” he warned, his voice trembling with urgency. “So fucking close.”
Sullivan didn’t slow down. If anything, he sped up, his lips sliding faster along Matty’s length. The pressure built in Matty, his cock twitching and pulsing in Sullivan’s mouth. He was on edge, but he didn’t stay there long.
“Sully, I’m coming,” Matty cried out, his voice high and desperate. “Oh God.”
Sullivan tightened his grip on Matty’s shaft, swallowing around him as the first spurt of cum left Matty. Matty’s hips bucked forward, driving deeper into Sullivan’s mouth as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. Sullivan swallowed every drop, his throat working to keep up with the flow in a way that made Matty want to never stop coming.
When Matty finally came down from his orgasm, his body trembled with the aftershocks. He collapsed back onto the mattress, his breathing heavy and labored. Sullivan stayed where he was, his mouth still wrapped around Matty’s softening cock as if he didn’t want to let go.
Matty loosened his fingers hold on Sullivan’s hair and cupped the back of Sullivan’s head, stroking instead. “Sully,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.” And he was all Matty’s.
Sullivan pulled back slowly, his lips leaving Matty’s cock with a soft pop. He stayed between Matty’s legs, his eyes locked on Matty’s face. “I wanted to please you,” he said simply, his voice soft and sincere. “And I wanted to taste you.”
“You did,” Matty murmured. “More than please me. You made me feel incredible. Special.”
Sullivan smiled, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Good. I want you to always feel incredible.”
Matty pulled Sullivan closer. “You should also feel incredible.”
“I do.”
Sullivan took Matty’s hand and guided it to his cock. Matty’s eyebrows shot up when he felt it was softening. He hadn’t even noticed that Sullivan was getting himself off as he sucked him.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered. “Just hold me.” He wanted a chance to taste Sullivan, too, but he didn’t think he’d have the energy to do that tonight. Besides, he wanted to spend the night in his boyfriend’s arms.
Sullivan didn’t hesitate. He crawled up the bed, positioning himself next to Matty. They shifted until they were lying side by side, facing each other. Sullivan’s arm wrapped around Matty, pulling him in close, pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh.
Matty buried his face in the crook of Sullivan’s neck, inhaling deeply. He smelled like sweat and sex and something unique that Matty found intoxicating. He rested his head against Sullivan’s shoulder, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath his ear.
Sullivan’s hand stroked lazily through Matty’s hair, his fingers combing through the strands. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “So much.”
Matty’s heart swelled at the words. Maybe it was too soon, or maybe it was precisely the right time for them. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.
They lay like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms as the world grew quiet around them. The world outside seemed to fade away as sleep threatened to take Matty down, his eyelids growing heavy. Before he drifted off, he lifted his head just enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to Sullivan’s lips. “Goodnight,” he murmured.
Sullivan’s arms tightened around him, pulling him even closer. “Goodnight,” he replied, his voice sleepy. “Sweet dreams.”
As Matty finally gave in to sleep, he couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. For now, all that mattered was the man holding him—the man who loved him—and the future they were building together. The coven couldn’t take that from Matty, and if they tried, he’d fight them tooth and nail.