Page 175 of The Substitute

“Stand up.” He helps me get to my feet before pressing his face into my groin, tongue snaking out to lick my tip.

“Oh, fuck!” I am not going to last long.

Savage tucks his fingers into the straps of my jock, pulling it down while he nips at my hip.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” I say as he wraps his lips around my head.

“I never asked you to?—”

“Ambrose?” Tobi calls. “Savage?”

Tobi pulls open the door as I jump back. There is no amount of scrambling that will make up for the sight in front of him or explain away what this is.

FIFTY-THREE

TOBI

My phone buzzes against my leg, and since I’m expecting a message from Savage or Ambrose, I pick it up.

Teddy: Brosy left earl-ly wuts up w that

What? I need someone to teach Teddy to text asap.

Tobi: What do you mean?

Teddy:

That could not have been less helpful!

Tobi: Can you please use real words?

Teddy: I secretly txt u frm bench on out.

Teddy: tween ?

Teddy: trust no 1

Teddy: warned

Rhys has got to find a way to block those conspiracy theory websites.

My phone buzzes, and this time, it’s Rhys.

Rhys: We are on some kind of weird time out because Ambrose collapsed. (They don’t know why) and then Savage followed him out.

What the fuck is happening?!

Tobi: What?! Why?

Rhys: I don’t know

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Rhys: Because they are step-brothers is what they are telling us. But I don’t buy it.

Tobi: Were your teams fighting again?

Teddy: 411