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FIVE

TEDDY

I can’t get the image of Tobi in silver and blue out of my head. Where’s the family loyalty?

Why do I even care? Not like we’ve ever been close. He’s only two years younger than me, but I’m pretty sure he hates me. I don’t know why, though. Did he want to play sports and was told no? He’s smart as fuck. He bonds with Mom and Dad over science shit that I will never understand. If anyone has something to be jealous about, it’s me!

I sigh and lean on the bar. I should be bonding with the boys, not being a negative Nancy. We’re at one of three bars that are so close they’re basically on campus. This one the hockey team claimed, so the football players fuck off.

“Hey, Tendy,” Porter calls my nickname and I turn on my stool.

“Yeah?”

“Why did you stop me from pummeling the guy who fucked with you?” A few of the guys turn towards me, waiting for an answer.

What the hell do I tell them?

That he’s my kid brother’s bestie, so don’t hurt him? He jacked me off once and I’ve been craving his hands on me ever since? That might be oversharing. Mom did tell me to stop oversharing.

Hockey is a physical sport and everyone knows not to fuck with the goalie. He’s the only player that doesn’t do line changes and plays the entire game. There is exactly one back up on the bench in case the worst happens. The team protects the goalie like their lives depend on it, ‘cause it kind of does.

Instead of admitting something I shouldn’t, I go with the truth.

“It was an accident, not worth a major penalty, bro.” I shrug and lift my beer to my lips, hoping that it’s believable. Because if they break him, my brother may never speak to me again, which means he would definitely not touch my dick again.

Priorities.

“Uh, huh.” The tall winger eyes me for a second but goes back to talking to a girl with her tits out.

I don’t blame him. She’s fucking hot. What do the TikTok people say? Gyatt? Rizzin’? Ohio toilet rizz?

I don’t understand slang.

A man on the other side of the room moves, the dark blue of his shirt catching my attention and sending my heart rate spiking.

Rhys?

Nah. I’m sure he’s with his team after the game. There’s no reason for them to stay here.

I close out my tab at the bar and tell the boys I’m heading back to my dorm.

“What’s your deal, man?” Porter asks, following me outside. He’s probably my best friend on the team, but we aren’t tight. Shredder and Blondie come out too and stop with us. Great.

“It’s been a long day. I’m gonna crash.”

“You good? Is this one of your goalie things?” Blondie shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Sleep is for everyone, not just goalies.” I shake my head. What a dumbass.

Porter and Shredder chuckle. Not sure at what.

“Do you always call it an early night after a game? It’s only preseason, so we haven’t played with you before,” Shredder offers.

Oh…I guess that makes sense.

I shrug. “I dunno. Sometimes I stay out, no shots though. Only beer. And if I puke, we’re losing the next game.”

“Good to know.” Blondie smacks Shredders stomach. “We’re going to find some bunnies. Later.”

“Who has bunnies? I could want to cuddle a bunny. All tiny and soft and shit.” I look between them but no one answers me. “Well?”

They look between each other then back at me like I’m speaking a different language.

“What?”

“Who. Has. Bunnies?” I say slowly this time.

“We’re trying to get laid,” Shredder says.

“What?! You can’t fuck a bunny! They’re tiny! That’s animal cruelty!” What kind of monsters am I on a team with and why am I the only one who seems to have an issue with this?

Porter starts laughing and ends up bent over, leaning on his knees. Blondie starts laughing too, but Shredder is shaking his head at me.

“Puck bunnies, dude. Not rabbits.”

Well, this is awkward.

“Have fun I guess,” I mutter.

Blondie and Shredder both walk away, shaking their heads. Porter is still laughing so I walk away. I don’t want to stand here all night.

“Wait!” Porter shouts and grabs my arm, turning me back to facing him. It takes him a second, but he gets his shit together. “Seriously, what’s up with you? You didn’t even helicopter your dick on the bench after showers today.”

I shrug, not having an answer.

Porter lifts an eyebrow and waits.

I hate when he does that. Words tumble from my mouth with no direction from my brain.

“I saw an old hook up. It was awkward, but I dunno, I wanted to chat more, you know? Doesn’t even believe in snow people! You believe that?”

“I’m not going to ask what that means,” he says, but I keep going.

“Then my brother showed up and ruined it with a stupid Gods jersey. He doesn’t even look good in blue!”

“All right, all right.” Porter puts his hand on my shoulders. “Heading back is probably a good idea. You good to walk home alone?”

“I’m good. The sewer drain openings are small enough I can’t fit inside.”

He blinks and cocks his head. “What?”

“There’s gators in there. Everyone knows that.” I roll my eyes and pat his arm as I pass him.

“Riiiight.”

I got lucky and was able to snag a single so I don’t have a roommate this year. Not having to schedule jerk time is pretty sweet. I do have to share the bathrooms but whatever. I shower at the gym everyday so that’s one less thing I have to deal with in the building.

It takes a few minutes, but the walk isn’t bad to my building from the bar. There’s a bunch of dorm buildings all over, which confused the shit out of me at first.

The Walters building is old but renovated. It was built in the early nineteen hundreds, I think. All light stone and black wrought iron and arched windows on the bottom floor.

I jog up the steps and head inside. There’s people hanging out down here. There’s some tables and chairs set up for studying or chillin', a pool table and darts in another room. Since I’m up on the eleventh floor, I snag an elevator and wait.

Fucking Tobi.

I lean against the wall and sigh. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s wearing the stupid Gods’ jersey. He probably did it just to get a reaction out of me.

Or did he?

That thought has my spine straightening. Oh crap, nuggets.

Guilt and something like fear churns in my gut.

What if he’s into Rhys?

I try to think back to people Tobi has dated. There were a few girls in high school and I’m pretty sure there was a guy the summer after he graduated. I never got confirmation, though.

Does he know Rhys isn’t straight?

Was I the exception?

I scoff to myself. There’s no way I was the first guy he fucked around with. Not a speck of nerves or hesitation in the way he touched me. Kissed me. Talked to me…

My dick thickens quickly, and I have to push against it. Six months of avoiding him for nothing. My stupid cuddle snake still wants him.

Every time I see a snake, I think of him. It’s maddening.

I use my keycard to get into my room and drop onto my bed. The space is small, but it’s mine for now.

Picking up my phone, I pull up my text with my brother.

I’m An Olympian Bitch: y

Party Pooper: How drunk are you?

I’m An Olympian Bitch: 3 beers y

A picture comes through of Tobi flipping me off in the damn Gods' jersey, Rhys with that smirk on his face that shouldn’t affect my dick, but does. They’re clearly partying, but I can’t tell where.

I’m An Olympian Bitch: do u want 2 be a god 2

Party Pooper: How many times are you going to ask that?

I’m An Olympian Bitch: til u stop doing weird shit

Party Pooper: I’m doing weird shit? Have you met yourself?

I get up and change into sweat pants. Since I only wore the jeans for a few hours, I toss them back in my drawer with the rest of my shit. None of it is folded so I just shove them in until the drawer closes. Perfect.

Tobi isn’t the one I want to talk to.

Teddy changed Teddy’s contact to The Ted-inator

The Ted-inator: did u give him that jersey

Rhys: He’s a big boy, he can buy his own clothes.

I’ve never changed his name and it bugs me. No one has their actual name in my phone. No. One. But I don’t know what to change it too.

Teddy changed Rhys’ contact to Cuddle Snake

Cuddle Snake: I think you changed the wrong name.

The Ted-inator: nope.

Cuddle Snake: My snake was just fine. Yours needed the cuddle.

The Ted-inator: ur snake liked me

I’m chubbing up again. Would it be weird to jerk off while texting him? That feels non concent-y…ugh. Why does being a good person have to suck?

Cuddle Snake: Are you jealous? Do you need a Gods jersey?

The idea of wearing his jersey should not have my body tightening. But it does.

The Ted-inator: i can’t fuck the enemy. my dick is a traitor. the boys are going to be so disappointed

Cuddle Snake: Are you fucking the jersey? I think the Gods would be more upset about that than your team…

The Ted-inator: that sounds chaff-y but not out of the ?

Cuddle Snake: It’s the Diamond, isn’t it?

The Ted-inator: IT HAS SHARP CORNERS!

Is he into dick torture or something? That’s a super hard pass. I don’t need or want ouchies on my precious.

Cuddle Snake: You’re the one who’s fucking jerseys… Don’t worry, I’ll buy you one with my number on it.

“Fuuuuuuck.” I drop my head back to the wall and reach for my dick. Would he fuck me in his jersey and make me come on it? Why is that idea so damn hot?

The Ted-inator: webcamvtradesies.

I’m going to come. Fuck. I thrust my hips up to fuck into my hand. Why isn’t he here, right damn now, to deal with this himself? His hard body and demanding tone are my kryptonite.

I picture myself on my knees, worshiping at the altar of his cock, while he tells me to stroke myself. His hand in my hair, holding my head still while he fucks my throat in slow, deep strokes. Dragging his flesh against my tongue until I’ve memorized every vein and ridge.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I chuck it. Focusing on the scene in my head, I swear I can hear him saying my name.

“Oh fu—nugs—uhh.”

Cum hits my stomach as my toes curl and my ass clenches. My orgasm steals my breath and the last brain cell I had.

“Teddy?”

Rhys?

I’m panting and not sure I’m on earth as I open my eyes and look around. Part of me hopes he’s here, so I’m not hallucinating, but I really don’t want to tell the boys I fucked the enemy.

“Teddy!”

I jerk my head toward my phone, horror chilling me to the bone when I see his name and picture on my phone screen.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

“No, no, no!” I use one finger to hang up and roll off the bed with a thud onto the floor.

Oh god. He probably thinks I did that intentionally. Like phone sexing or whatever. I can’t ever see him again. It’s official.

My phone buzzes and I shriek, a very manly and not at all undignified sound. Slowly, I lift my body enough to peer over the edge of the mattress at the damn Judas disguised as my phone, but the screen is dark. Must have been a message.

Pulling down the notification center on the screen, I look at the messages.

Cuddle Snake: Is that English?

Cuddle Snake: Should I know what that means?

Cuddle Snake: Are you having a stroke? Blink twice if you’re in danger.

What the fuck did I send him?

With trembling fingers, I open the messages and see the nonsense I sent. Great. Not even I know what that was supposed to say.

Do I text him back?

Ignore it?

Cuddle Snake: Are you always that vocal when you come?

My life is over.

Rhys changed Teddy’s contact to Cum Caller

Cum Caller: that was an accident!

Cuddle Snake: Your brother is going to have nightmares.

The only way this could get worse is if my parents heard it. My face is hot with embarrassment. Tobi can never find out I want to fuck his best friend. Never.

Cum Caller: OH GOD

Cuddle Snake: You should have said that. It would have been hot.

Come up with an excuse, a different explanation. Come on brain!

Cum Caller: i was shitting it was a good one.

Cum Caller: k night.

Cum Caller: dont let my brother get murdered

Cum Caller: bye

Cuddle Snake: You orgasm when you shit? That’s impressive.