the warmth of your doorway

chapter 4

hi lovebugs, i’m on my phone so i can’t figure out how to link you to past chapters right this very second buttt i will edit as soon as i’m back on my laptop. i hope the formatting isn’t total trash and that you like the chapter! this one is ✨leading up to spice✨ so it does have some romance n stuff. enjoyyy again don’t hate me if this looks like trash, i promise i’ll fix it later but i just wanted to get it up before driving 9 hours to florida! 💜✨🖤

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Sylvester narrowly avoids Augustine’s question, his red cheeks failing to hide his embarrassment as his doorbell rings, and another alert appears on his phone.

 

“Foods here!” He stands from the couch quickly, letting out a sheepish laugh as he swiftly walks to the door. Opening the screen door, he gathers up the two bags and waves to the delivery driver, shutting the screen door and finally, the large oak door.

 

He secures the lock and heads past Augustine who is standing from the couch, trailing after him into the kitchen. As he sets down the paper bags, Sylvester looks up at the him, tilting his head to the side as if deep in thought.

 

“Of course I told her how hot you are.  I tell her everything. Is that weird?”

 

The innocent look on Sylvester’s face makes Augustine smile, and he leans one arm against the counter close to him, their bodies mere inches apart.

 

“Not if that’s what you really think. Is it, Sylvester?” His dark eyes gaze at Sylvester half lidded, and Augustine bites his lip absentmindedly.

 

Sylvester simply nods, letting out a breath he absolutely knows he’s been holding since he confessed to texting his best friend about Augustine. The breath blows some of his curls around, and Augustine’s hand lifts to mimic the motion and brush them from his eyes as he gets impossibly closer to Sylvester.

 

Augustine’s lips curl in a devilish grin, he leans down so he’s hovering over Sylvester and reaches into the bag in front of the man to help him unpack. He not so subtly pulls a baguette from the paper bag in front of them, holding it up to the other man with his lips now formed into a smirk. “Hungry?”

 

“Starved.” It’s Sylvester’s turn to smirk, as he takes the baguette slowly from Augustine and purposely brushes his fingertips over his hand. His fingers linger on the rings he has there, his nails lightly tapping each one. “Why do you wear so many rings?”

 

Augustine’s shoulders lift in a shrug, and he wiggles his fingers slightly as the other man inspects his rings. He turns his hand, holding onto Sylvester’s and brings it to his mouth, kissing the soft top his hand gently. He doesn’t give an answer and instead, finishes unpacking the groceries and starts searching through the cabinets for what he needs.

 

Sylvester watches, pointing out different cabinets for different things; Augustine finds a good pan for sautéing above the kitchen island, a nice stock pot underneath, and happens to locate a cutting board by the stove.

 

They make small talk as he sets everything up for the meal he’s preparing, Augustine continues working as if he was born for this and Sylvester pulls himself up to sit on his kitchen counter. With his legs crossed underneath him, he unlocks his phone and fires off a few messages to Raven.

 

·      He’s not a vampire or a werewolf, he’s making us REAL FOOD.

·      And he’s really tall, really blonde (so weird for me), and pale.

·      He’s actually beautiful. And his voice… good god.

·      And he’s definitely flirting with me, hard. He’s making dinner now, I’ll report back later.

·      Tonight, or in the morning, who knows 😏

 

It doesn’t take but a few seconds for Raven to respond, and Sylvester laughs out loud at her messages.

 

·      GET IT VES BABY!!!

·      Be careful though! I fully support your (crazy) decision to hang out and probably fuck your neighbor but even regular people can be scary, not just vampires!

·      Annnnd he could still be a vampire, you never know!! You DID meet him at night!

 

Sylvester decides to put his phone on ‘do not disturb’ for the night, knowing that he’ll be just fine hanging out with this strange, gorgeous man bustling around his kitchen. He's deeply jealous of the ease that he cooks with, the smells coming from the stock pot assaulting his senses wonderfully.

 

“Where’d you learn to cook? I can’t even make toast!” Sylvester leans over the stove, careful not to touch anything hot as he inhales deeply and hums his approval, sliding from the counter finally to go to the fridge.

 

“I’ve been around a long time.” Augustine answers flippantly, hopeful the younger man doesn’t question him.

 

“That’s vague.” Is all Sylvester says, chuckling to himself as he sticks his head into the fridge and digs around. “Beer or wine?” He pulls back holding a bottle of white wine in one hand and a beer in the other, lifting both up high enough for Augustine to see from the stove.

 

“Wine, always. Unless you have tequila.” Augustine looks up from the food he’s stirring, putting the lid on their dinner before he turns down the burner to the ‘simmer’ setting.

 

“I do have tequila, but it’s cheap shit left over from Raven’s last sleepover. Gave me a hangover from Hell.” Sylvester’s nose wrinkles as he shakes his head, setting the beer back in the fridge in favor of the wine, shutting the fridge door with his hip. He sets the bottle down gently on the counter, reaching up to open one of the cabinets to search for his wine glasses.

 

Augustine opens one of the cabinets next to him, having spotted the glasses on his earlier search. He grabs the glasses down with ease from above Sylvester’s head, softly setting them on the counter near the wine bottle for him.

 

“Thanks.” Sylvester uncorks the wine after finding his wine opener, grabbing one glass at a time to pour a generous amount of wine in each. “Do people ask you to grab shit for them a lot?”

 

Augustine snorts, his head nodding quickly as he takes one of the glasses from Sylvester and lifts it to his lips. “All the fuckin’ time. I don’t mind though, my height has plenty of advantages.” With a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, Augustine leans against the counter, raising his glass to his lips again as Sylvester does the same.

 

“What kind of advantages?” There’s a twinkle to Sylvester’s eyes as he asks, unable to stop his tongue from wetting his lips slightly.

 

“Like… I can reach shit on the top shelf. Children and adults are in awe of me, some of ‘em are even afraid of me. I almost always get my way. And the best one?” Augustine sets down his wine glass and suddenly he’s right in front of Sylvester, taking his glass from his hand and setting it beside his own. He doesn’t wait for him to answer, moving his hands to his sides and lifting him up onto the counter in one swift motion with ease, his devious smirk returning. “I can pick up anything I want, easily.”

 

Augustine is standing in between Sylvester’s legs, looking down at the wide-eyed man to gauge his reaction. Sylvester’s eyes linger on the large man’s hands on his thighs then drift to his face, his own smirk mirroring his. “Oh, fuck.” He murmurs, leaning back with his palms flat against the counter and in turn, pushing his hips forward slightly.

 

With a raise of his thick, dark eyebrows, Augustine nods and uses the motion to bring his face closer to Sylvester’s, hovering near his lips. “Yes, please.” He admits with a slight shrug, finally closing the short distance between the two of them and pressing their lips together firmly.

 

An unmistakable moan from both men is muffled in between their lips, and Sylvester’s hands lift from the counter in favor of wrapping them around the back of Augustine’s neck as he pulls him in closer, kissing him deeper to taste him better.

 

Augustine’s hands slide around to Sylvester’s ass as he moves closer to settle himself between his legs, using his grip to pull him forward on the counter. The sudden movement causes his hand to bump into the wine glasses, the shattering startling both men just as their kiss was deepening.

 

He freezes and lets out a shaky laugh, looking to Sylvester for the next move. The homeowner simply shrugs his shoulders and pulls Augustine back, crashing their lips together after muttering for him to ‘just leave it’, his lips immediately parting once they’re back where they want to be.

 

Their kisses turn feverish, all tongues and teeth as they each fight to get more of each other. A whimper of a whine gets stuck in Sylvester’s throat as he pulls away from Augustine suddenly, the taller man snorting out a huff at the action. His hands find the hem of Augustine’s shirt, tugging upwards urgently as if the material can’t be there any longer.

 

With wide eyes, Sylvester reaches his hands out to slide them both over Augustine’s pale, toned chest and stomach, hovering briefly over a few scars around his ribs. He uses his legs to pull the taller man back to him, sliding his hands to his back and leaning up to lock their lips back together.

 

Augustine gropes the smaller man’s ass and smooths his hands down his thighs, securing their place around his body as he lifts him from the counter effortlessly. He turns with Sylvester in his arms and breaks the kiss to look over his shoulder towards the hallway. “Bedroom?”

 

Sylvester’s lips are trailing along Augustine’s collarbone, the kisses he’s peppering there distracting him for a moment before his brain clicks back into speech mode. “Second door on the left.”