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TWENTY-ONE

TEDDY

W e sext a lot over the next few days but we need to talk so we decide to do it in person. Since it’s Tobi’s long day for classes, it should be safe for Rhys to come over and leave before Tobi gets back. But now that Rhys is on his way over, I can’t keep my brain words straight.

Why am I so nervous? I’ve known Rhys for years. The bugs in my belly shouldn’t be all jumble-y and shit. Can I touch him? Does he want to touch me? Can we do the talking thing then do the touching?

His shirt that I’ve been sleeping in doesn’t smell like him anymore, it smells like me. Will he wear it? Is that stupid? I sniffed it really good to make sure it doesn’t stink or anything. It’s kinda stretched out though…

There’s a quick tap on my door before it opens and Rhys steps in. He closes the door and locks it behind him. Fuck, he looks good in my space.

My breathing deepens, watching him watching me. For the longest minute, we don’t move. The lust crackles between us. I swear I can almost see it. Then he’s on me, pushing me back onto my bed, and his lips are on mine. Our hands are everywhere, pulling on clothes and touching everything we can reach. It’s intoxicating and crazed.

Our lips part long enough for me to lift my hips so he can pull my shorts off, tossing them out of the way.

He lifts onto his knees and I grab his waistband, pulling him closer between my thighs and opening the button. My hands shake when I slide them inside his underwear to push everything down. I need his skin on mine like I need air in my lungs.

“You’re in charge, right?” I meet his gaze and wait with my fingers digging into the muscles of his hips. He has those cum gutter things that I want to lick and fill with cum.

“Yes.” Rhys wraps his hand in my shirt and pulls me to sit up, putting my face right above his cock.

“Let me taste you.” I run my nose up those indents and he shudders. “Right here.” His skin smells like team shower body wash and whatever cologne he uses. A clean, deep, almost spicy scent.

“Making demands isn’t submissive.”

I whimper into his skin, desperate for him on my tongue. “Please, baby.”

Rhys runs his fingers into my hair and grips it in a fist, pulling my face from his skin. My eyes damn near roll back in my head at the tug. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just pressure and control. I like giving it up to him. So damn much.

“You look so good, desperate.” He runs his finger along my lip and when I try to turn my head to bite at it, he pulls. My dick throbs and I can feel the bead of pre-cum sliding down my head. I flex my hands, needing something, anything, to ground me.

“Touch me,” I whimper pitifully. “Please.”

Rhys gives me that fucking smirk. “I am touching you.”

I grit my teeth and hold in the groan. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“You get awfully bossy when you’re horny.” He pushes me back, letting go of my hair so I can lie flat. “Eyes on me.” When I meet his gaze, he lowers his mouth to my dick and licks a long line up the underside. I hiss and tighten every muscle to stop myself from thrusting up. He groans a sound of approval when he gets the pre-cum. My back arches when he sucks my tip into his mouth, running his tongue along the edge and under the foreskin. His moan vibrates through my entire body and I’m so damn close to coming it’s embarrassing.

“Rhys. Baby. Please. I can’t. Fuck.”

He chuckles and leans over me, hooking my thigh around his hip and stroking us together in his hand. “You’re so easy.” He spits in his hand and strokes us again.

“It’s your fault!”

“So I should stop?” His grip lessens around us and I want to scream.

“No!”

“That’s what I thought.” Rhys picks up the pace, stroking us hard and fast, pushing us toward the edge so damn fast. “Give me your mouth.”

I lift my chin and press my lips to his and holding onto his head so he can’t pull away from me. I need him to surround me. His body. His scent. Everything.

My body tightens, curling around the center of me until it snaps, and I shoot over both of us and on my stomach. A shudder rocks through Rhys, and with a low growl, he comes too. Our mixed releases pooling on my stomach.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” I stare at the mess on my skin and run my finger through it.

We’re still panting a little as he sits up and looks around. He reaches for the shirt I’m giving back to him, but I snatch it.

“No. This is not for cleanup.” I shove it under my pillow, and he lifts an eyebrow. “It’s your shirt, but it smells like me now.” Why am I embarrassed about this right now? I thought it was a good idea earlier. “I uh, I thought you might want to wear it.” I stumble over the words but eventually get them out. “It doesn’t stink or anything, I checked.”

Rhys smiles and leans down to kiss me again. “I do want it. Thank you.”

Dragonflies flutter in my stomach again, and I love this soft side of him that I get sometimes.

“I’ll leave this one here for you.” He motions to the t-shirt he has on. It’s blue and soft and will probably stretch over my chest and shoulders. Only one way to find out.

It takes us a minute, but Rhys finds the shorts I was wearing when he got here. They’re yellow cotton with Pikachu on one leg.

“Pokémon?” He looks at me as he wipes my stomach and his hand.

“Pikachu is a badass.”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling. Once the shorts are in the laundry and he uses a half empty water bottle to rinse off his hand, he leans over me and kisses me. “Put your dick away or there will be no talking while I’m here.”

I smile a shit-eating grin and get up to find clothes while he sits in my spot on my bed. Pulling open a drawer that usually has shorts in it, I do a quick perusal but don’t see what I’m looking for.

“What the hell?”

I turn toward Rhys, who is looking at my drawer in horror.

“What?” I look at it too, but it looks normal to me.

“Do you not fold your laundry? How do you find anything?”

I shrug. “I dunno. I just dig for shit.”

“But why? Folding it would make it so much easier.”

“Because folding shit sucks? And this works.”

I find my Summerset Olympians joggers and pull them on.

“Free balling? Really?”

It’s my turn to smile at him. “Trust me, if this bothers you, you don’t want to see my underwear drawer.”

He gives me a look that makes me laugh, and I push my way between his knees to kiss him. “I like having you in my space. Gives me caterpillars and shit.”

“I give you bugs?” Rhys looks confused.

“Fluffy bugs, and if the hair pokes you, it’s hot or whatever.” What isn’t he getting here? This is a thing people say all the time.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You give me hot fluffies.”

Rhys cocks his head, and his eyebrows pull together like he’s thinking really hard. “Warm fuzzies?”

“Same thing.”

“It absolutely is not the same thing. One is an infestation of venomous insects, and one is the release of oxytocin in your brain.”

“Tomato potato.” I wave it away and move to sit next to him.

“That’s not the saying! Are you gaslighting me right now?”

“I don’t smell gas?”

Rhys sucks in a big breath and holds it then turns to face me, so I readjust to face him too. I like looking at him. His face is so even and just pretty. His nose isn’t off center either. Kinda weird that his nose is fine, but mine isn’t. My helmet has the metal cage to protect my face, and he doesn’t. Though when I broke my nose, it wasn’t an official game, so I didn’t have my helmet on.

“Earth to Teddy.” Rhys snaps his fingers in my face.

“I’m here, I’m here.” I grab his hand, but he pulls mine into his lap instead.

“We need to figure out what we’re doing. Colin invited us to New Years with them.” He looks me in the eye and there’s something there that makes me want to comfort him.

“Okay, we’ll go.” Easy peasy, right?

“And keep pretending to be dating?”

“Does pretend dating have orgasms cause I’m good with it, if it does.” Wait. Then what’s the difference between fake dating and real dating?

“I don’t think it does.”

“Well, that’s stupid. It should have orgasms. It would make everyone happier.”

“Or…” Rhys takes a deep breath, almost like he’s bracing himself. “We can try dating for real and just keeping it quiet. For now.”

I watch his face. Not sure what I’m looking for, but I search anyway. “How would that work? We’re at rival schools.” I start listing issues out on my fingers. “Tobi was pissed when we were pretending. He’s going to be even more angry about this. Oh yeah, and you’re the enemy!”

“Maybe you’re the enemy. Did you ever think of that?”

I glare because no, I didn’t. “Listen, stop with your logic. It makes my brain hurt.”

“Do you want to date me?”

“You mean like real date, not fake date, right? Because I thought we were already fake dating and now my brain hurts.”

“Yes, real date.”

I don’t know if I should answer because I know I shouldn’t want to date the enemy, but I do want to.

“It’s not a hard question.”

I finally look. “I shouldn’t want it.”

“We can use the times I have to go to family stuff to test it out, see how we like it. And dating me definitely comes with orgasms. Who knows, maybe it’ll help your game if you’re bred regularly.”

My dick is hard again in a matter of seconds. So fast it hurts, and I gasp a little. My knees pop up as my lower body jack knifes.

Rhys’ expression turns predatory, and it’s hot as fuck. It’s not helping the problem in my pants at all. He climbs on my lap, dropping his ass right where I’m aching for him, and he grips the sides of my neck. With his thumbs, he pushes my jaw up so I’m looking into his eyes while he rocks against me.

I shudder and gasp in the scent of him. My hands are under his shirt, clawing at his back to get him as close to me as possible. The demon straddling me licks my lip then my jaw to my ear, where he whispers, “I fucking love how easy you are to work up.”

I don’t have a response, but I open my mouth to try anyway. A whimper comes out, and he chuckles that dark rumbling sound that vibrates against my chest.

It’s not fair how he keeps his right mind while I can’t think past my eyelashes. I just got off. How am I this needy again already?

It’s him. It has to be him. No one else has ever gotten to me like this. Made me so desperate.

“Are you convinced yet?” He breathes against my ear.

“I’m convinced you should breed me.”

He chuckles and rolls his hips, grinding against me in the best and worst way.

“You’ll have to earn it.”

I jerk my head back enough to look at him. “What?! Are you really going to make me wait until I have a game? That’s like five days!”

He purses his lips and fakes a sad look, but it’s mean. “Poor baby. I’ve already emptied your balls once today. You’ll just have to wait for the second one.”

My fingers dig into his back. “No!”

“Yes.” He kisses me softly and wraps his arms around me in a hug. It’s comfort, not sexual, and it pisses off my cock. “How much longer until Tobi usually gets back?”

I growl and pat around for my phone. I look at the time and want to weep. “An hour.”

“I should go, just to be safe.” He runs his hands through my hair, and I nuzzle into his chest.

“But I want sleepovers.”

“We’ll have to get a hotel for that, at least for now because I have a roommate and your dorm has Tobi.” Rhys hesitates then says, “And you have to date me to have sleepovers.”

I bite at his pec and grumble.

He jerks back with a, “Hey!”

I glare up at him, not happy about this at all. “You’re a dick tease.”

He smiles, and it’s a happy one, a proud one. “Why thank you.”

Rhys climbs off me and strips out of his shirt, handing it to me. I lift it to my face and inhale. Fuck, it smells good.

Quickly, I switch the shirt I was wearing for this one and hand him his original back. He puts it on and lifts the collar to his nose.

“I’ll have to take care not to get cum on it later.”

He’s barely out the door when I pick up my phone and change his contact again.

Teddy changed Rhys’ contact to Dick Tease

Rhys changed Teddy’s contact to Boyfriend Beta test.