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TEDDY

M y heart does a little patter when Rhys looks up at me. My brother’s best friend for years has been starring in my dreams since he turned eighteen. But he’s a dick who ignores me, so I can’t tell him, instead I just like to rile him up. Getting a rise out of him gets us both heated and I’m a little addicted to it.

The reaction I get always gets me hard.

“Fuck off,” Tobi snaps and gets up to slam the door in my face but I step forward blocking him. It’s adorable really. I’ve got about five inches and fifty pounds on him. “Move.”

I purse my lips and narrow my eyes like I’m thinking about it, but waltz in and drop down onto the bed, making Rhys bounce a little. Rolling onto my stomach, I perch my chin on my palms and kick my feet in the air like a teenage girl.

“Soooo,” I drag out the word. “Who’s not going to Summerset?” I flutter my eyelashes at the man I want to ravish.

Or be ravished by…?

Does ravaging include touching my cock, because I would really like that to happen.

By Rhys. Like right now.

My dick starts to thicken as I stare at him and now I can’t move until that changes.

Great.

“Don’t you have your own friends to annoy?” Tobi huffs behind me.

“I do,” I say without taking my eyes off the delicious man in front of me. “But annoying you is much more fun.”

There’s something in Rhys’ light blue eyes, which I am probably too close to, that makes me think he needs some fun. Maybe it’s the dark hair that likes to fall into his face that I want to brush away or the black ink on his arms that I want to lick…

Just how unrealistic is porn? Men come with other men and it’s so hot, but how do they do it? There’s no hole, right? I can’t think about that. It’s too confusing. God, I want a man to control me, make me come, and take his pleasure from me but how the hell do they do it?

My phone rings in my pocket, pulling my thoughts away from the very confusing world of gay sex. And the ringtone is Malory from the show Archer saying, “I’m not grilling you a cheese!” followed by Archer sobbing.

“Who even has the sound on their phone?” Tobi bitches.

I pull the device out and answer it, immediately turning on speaker phone. “What’s the good word, hummingbird?”

“Did you boys eat already?” Mom’s voice is loud in the room.

“Yes,” Rhys answers like a good boy. I have to stop calling him that . “It was delicious, Mrs. Ellis. Thank you.” He’s so respectful to my parents—always using his nice boy words like please and thank you , and helps clean up after dinner when he’s here.

“Oh, good. You’re welcome. Dad and I are going to stay in a hotel close to the lab this weekend. Behave.”

Oh, hell yes.

“Yes, ma’am,” all three of us say in unison. We say goodbye and hang up.

“You have alcohol?” Tobi asks me. Normally I would tell him to get bent, but…a drunk Rhys is easier to rile up.

“I do. Since I see you’re already drinking my beer, I’ll get shots.” I clap my hands and hope to the Gods of Hard-ons that my shirt is long enough to cover me. The distressed purple cotton shorts with Super Mario on the thigh are comfortable and show off my legs, but they don’t hide boners.

Sliding across the hardwood floor in my socks, I stop in my bedroom, grab the bottles of rum and whiskey, then get set up in the kitchen.

“Tobs! Turn something on. We’re not getting fucked up in silence.”

Tobi grumbles under his breath, but music starts playing through the wireless speakers Dad had installed as surround sound last year. His taste in music is shit, but whatever, better than depressing silence.

I line up shot glasses on the coffee table and grab a soda from the fridge for my brother, who needs a chaser. Because he’s an infant. How he’s already been in college for a year is a mystery to everyone.

I pour shots and wait for Rhys and Tobi to come over but smack their hands away when they reach for the glasses. “You can have the shot when you tell me who isn’t going to Summerset.”

Tobi rolls his eyes, and I ignore him.

But Rhys presses his lips into a line. “I’m thinking about it.”

That’s a punch to the gut. We’ve all talked about going to Summerset together since we were kids. But I don’t know why him changing his mind bothers me so much.

“Where are you going instead?”

He flicks his gaze to Tobi, then back to me. “I was offered a spot with the Gods and I can afford it now.”

I rear back like he hit me. “The Gods? The enemy? How dare you?” I take the shot I was going to give him instead. “Traitors don’t get shots.”

“Could you be any more dramatic?” Tobi crosses his arms. “He can go where he wants.”

Rhys tries to get a word in, but I cut him off.

“Why the Gods? What do they have that Summerset doesn’t?” I demand, getting more upset by the minute. Did I really think having him play on the Olympians with me was going to be a good idea? That he would warm up to me? Suddenly decide he likes dick or wants to give it a try just because I’m there? I don’t think it works that way…I’ll have to find out. Just how anti-dudes is he? Like I wasn’t against it but when it was offered, I gave it a shot. Turns out, I’m a big fan.

“Not you, for one.” Tobi grabs the bottle from the counter, pouring him and Rhys shots.

“You too?!” I demand of my brother. “Mom and Dad both went to Summerset, you can’t go somewhere else! Especially not to the Gods!”

“I’m not transferring schools. I’m perfectly happy where I’m at.” He takes the shot and hisses as he grabs the soda. “Not that I’m looking forward to seeing you around campus.”

“Huh?” Tobi is smart and shit, like Mom and Dad. “Why would you see me?”

Both of them blink at me like I’m an idiot. I’m pretty used to this. I’m the only one in this family that isn’t a science nerd. I play hockey instead.

“What? You’re not going to play hockey, Tobs. That’s silly.”

“Because I already go to school there. So we’d see each other in between classes? Dining hall? The gym? In the library? I half hoped I’d make it through school before you left juniors.” Tobi speaks slowly like I might not understand the words. “Are you sure you’re qualified for this school?”

Well. Fuck.

I drop my head back on my neck and groan. “But that sucks!”

Someone huffs, probably Rhys, and I hear them grab the drinks and leave for Tobi’s room.

I drop back onto the couch and stew. Rhys and I have never been close, so why do I care that he’s going to a different college? We’ve played against each other before so it’s not that. Is it?

I don’t want to think about this.

I grab the rum they left and start pouring. I don’t know how long it’s been, the song has changed several times, and now I’m standing on the coffee table singing Run The World by Beyonce . Movement in the doorway has me looking, and I turn to find Rhys with a smirk on his face along with some pink in his cheeks. The alcohol makes me hot so I pull my t-shirt off and toss it. My eyes find him without my permission and for a split second, he’s watching me.

Was he checking me out?

Lifting my beer to my mouth, I watch him from the corner of my eye and run my hand down my chest and stomach. I don’t have defined abs or cut lean muscles but I’m hot. Definitely not breakable. Which comes in handy for hockey.

Rhys’ eyes flash to me, to my hand, then he turns away when Tobi pushes him from the doorway to pass him.

Looking down at myself, I make sure I don’t have something on me. Fuzz. Bruise. A sticker. That would be embarrassing. Where would I have gotten a sticker?

He swallows hard, gaze lingering at my abs where my shorts are sitting low on my hips.

Tobi shoves Rhys. “What are you looking at?”

“He’s got nice abs.” Rhys shrugs unabashed.

Is he into dudes?

“I’m not even an athlete and I look like that, too. He’s not special,” Tobi scoffs and lifts his shirt. “Actually, I look better.” He flexes and six-pack abs appear.

“Bullshit.” Don’t look at Rhys, don’t look at Rhys, don’t look at Rhys.

“It’s not bullshit. You’re just bigger,” Tobi scoffs.

“What can I say? Daddy likes to eat.”

Tobi makes a gagging sound and bends over like he’s going to puke on the floor while Rhys snorts as he’s taking a drink, so he ends up choking and coughing.

“Don’t ever call yourself that again.” Tobi looks a little green.

Perfect.

“Don’t worry, little brother, someday you’re going to appreciate the finer things in life.” I take another drink and force myself not to pat Rhys’ back. If I touch him, I will be fucked and not in the fun way.

“I don’t think I will ever appreciate that.” Tobi gestures at me.

Rhys laughs, swaying a little. I didn’t realize how drunk he’d gotten. “Well, this has been fun, but I gotta get home.”

“You can’t walk home drunk. That’s dangerous.” I jump from the table and follow after him.

“It’s two blocks.” Rhys slurs his words a little.

I get distracted by his glorious ass and find myself in the hallway sans shoes.

“Wait! Fuck! I need shoes.” I run back into our apartment and snag my purple Crocs, putting the strap down to use them in sport mode as I hear the elevator ding.

“You aren’t waiting!”

“I’ll be fine.” Rhys steps into the elevator as I come sprinting around the corner.

“You could fall into a manhole and die.” I yell trying to make it to the elevator. My mom is going to murder me if she finds out about this.

“Who the fuck falls into a manhole?”

The doors are closing, but I shove my arm between them, and they open again. Rhys looks completely unamused, but I don’t care.

“You, that’s who!” I give him what I hope is a serious expression.

“This is ridiculous. I won’t fall into a manhole.”

“I’ve got a manhole you can fall into,” I say, rendering him speechless. “I win, so now I get to walk you home.”

“Why do you win?”

“Because you didn’t have a comeback, duh.” The doors slide open on the bottom floor and when he doesn’t move, I grab his hand and pull him behind me. His hand feels too good in mine.

Shit, fuck.

“Cuddle snakes.”

“Cuddle snakes?” Rhys asks.

Uh oh. Did I say that out loud? I stare at him, stopping in the little courtyard that serves as the entrance to the building. It’s late and the trees give lots of places for the shadows to linger.

“What the hell is a cuddle snake?” he asks when I don’t answer.

I don’t know what comes over me, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s because I’ve wanted to kiss him for so long. I shove Rhys into a corner, crowding into his space.

“It’s a trouser snake that needs some love. A cuddle. In a warm mouth hole.” I’m trembling with arousal and nerves and the need to touch him. I’m too close to him. Breathing his air. My skin is too tight, my heart too loud.

Any second now, he’s going to shove me away and punch me.

Any.

Second.

Now.

His eyes drop to my mouth, and I don’t think, just press my lips to his. He arches his back, pressing his hips into me, and gasps into the kiss. I cup the back of his neck, deepening the contact I never thought I would have. He grabs my ass, flipping us around pinning me into the wall.

I was half hard before but now I’m full on.

He grinds his also very hard dick against mine.

Good fucking shit that feels amazing.

I groan and relax into the touch, letting him take what he wants from me. I’m not much bigger than him and I know there’s an aggressive streak. I’ve seen it on the ice and I want it to come out to play. Everything in me likes the idea of him taking his pleasure from me, in whatever way he wants.

Rhys pulls me off the wall, and for a second I’m worried he’s angry, but he drags me further into the alley and my bare back hits the rough brick, and a wicked grin takes over his face.

Fuck, that’s hot and slightly terrifying. He shoves his hand into my shorts and wraps a big hand around me. My hips thrust forward on instinct.

I can’t withhold the whimper when he strokes me.

He speaks against my mouth. “Do you know how to actually use this thing, or do you just shove it in and hope for the best?”

He wants to chat?

Seriously?

“No talking.” I’m shaking my head and watching his eyes as he works me over. Not being able to see him clearly is a huge turn on and it’s been so long since someone touched me, I’m going to embarrass myself.

I grab for him, clutching his arms in a death grip, and fuck my tongue between his lips. He groans, a feral sound that invades my lungs. That sound is going to haunt me.

“Touch me.” The demand in his tone is sexy as hell and I waste no time opening his pants to release his cock.

I stroke his glorious flesh and damn near drop to my knees to worship it.

A God indeed.

He’s hot and thick in my hand, so thick that I can barely close my fingers. I want to run my tongue under it to taste his head. My mouth waters at the thought.

“You’re breathing hard, Teddy. What’s got you so worked up?”

How the shit can he think so clearly?!

But also, why am I panting this hard? I’ve barely done anything!

“Rhys,” I whine. “Pl-pl-please.”

“You want to come?”

I nod quickly, but I need him to come too. It’s not fun if it’s only me. “Come on my stomach,” I bite his lip. He growls a little like a rabid animal and throbs against my palm. “I need to taste you. Come so you can feed it to me.”

“You’re so much sexier when you beg.” Rhys rolls his hand over my cock, fast enough to keep me panting but not enough to come. “How badly do you want it?”

“Bad. Please.” I almost tell him I’ve been dreaming about this forever, but I bite back the words.

“Only because you asked nicely.” Rhys shudders, leaning his forehead against mine and squeezing my dick. Hot cum hits my skin and I desperately want to lick it from his cock, taste it right from the source. Feel him shudder on my tongue.

“Gimmie a taste,” I say against his jaw when he stops shaking. I’m on the edge of the best orgasm of my life. All I need is one little push…

With his eyes locked on mine, one hand stroking my dick, and the other gathering cum from my skin, I hold my breath. First, he touches my upper lip, soft and barely there, caressing. It’s not enough. I quickly lick it off, groaning at the taste of him.

“Naughty.” His middle and ring finger shove into my mouth and into my throat. “I’m in control.”

It’s unexpected. I gag and my body jerks, but he follows me, murmuring reassuringly until I relax my throat and open wider for him.

My body buzzes, my balls draw up, and my cock throbs as he fingers my throat. The orgasm slams into me like a train, with a strangled sound, and my fingers digging into him. It goes on forever, rolling through me in waves of mind-numbing pleasure until I’m weak and can’t do anything but lean against the building.

All I can hear is the thunder of my heart in my ears. I can’t feel my legs or my brain. A thumb brushes my bottom lip and I open my eyes, not realizing I had closed them.

“Thanks for walking me home.” Rhys wears a shit-eating grin when he pats my cheek and walks away, leaving me feeble with my dick out.

No way I can go after him now.

And all I can think on my way back to my apartment is why the fuck did I say cuddle snakes?