Page 25 of The Substitute

“I’m not wearing a hockey hoodie. No sports ball.”

“You’re just trying to see if I have a non sports ball hoodie, aren’t you? Challenge accepted.” He narrows his eyes, stares at my mouth for a minute, then shoves off the bed and returns to his dresser. I swear to fuck. He’s going to give me whiplash.

My cock is tenting my shorts, and I push against it, needing relief. Fuck, between the two of them, I don’t know what to do with myself. I close my eyes and try to think of chemical equations, covalent bonds, molecular structure. It doesn’t work, and I whimper. I’m shaking with the need to come, and my fucking roommate won’t leave!

“Need a hand?” Ambrose’s tone makes me jump, and I find him staring at my groin.

“What!” I can’t believe he saw that. “No. I just need a minute.”

“No. Not until you’re in my hoodie.” He lifts up a gray one this time wearing a knowing smirk.

The hoodie has a high school name but says nothing about sports.

Hard and not sure how to even act, or be with a guy what so ever, I panic and rip off my shirt and reach for the one he has. He smiles in victory as I pull it on.

It’s huge. I’m basically wearing a potato sack. A circus tent, but it smells so good and I can pull my knees inside it unlike with my own. It’s amber, and fresh, and woody all mixed together. I shouldn’t like it this much.

“Are you serious?” I lift my hands in a ‘are you kidding me’ gesture, trying to pretend I hate it but my cheeks betray me.

“What? It looks good on you.” He drags his gaze down my front.

“It swallows me.” I squirm.

“I know. I like how much bigger I am than you.” His words make me blush harder, and before I realize what he’s doing, he takes a picture and winks. “For the spank bank.”

“Now can I have five minutes?” If I don’t do something I will end up doing something rash, or worse jumping him and making a fool of myself. I know that’s a bad idea.

He winks again and leaves, closing the door behind him. I sag onto the bed in relief, but it’s short-lived since my phone buzzes.

Savage: Wearing his clothes is only going to make him worse.

Tobi: how do you even know?

Savage: he sent me the picture.

Tobi: what why?

And why does that turn me on even more?

Savage: I told you, marking his territory.

This hoodie really does smell fantastic, though, and it’s not helping my dick situation. For fuck’s sake. I shouldn’t be surprised Ambrose sent Savage the picture. Is this payback for me going to study with Savage? Ambrose has to show him up with this?

Tobi: He’s pretty mad I studied with you.

Savage: I’ve noticed.

Tobi: What does that mean?

Savage: It means he came over to tell me just how upset about it he is.

Savage: He’s going off telling me to stay away from you.

Tobi: Really?

Savage: Yes, I will have to thank you properly for that

Savage: What is your schedule tomorrow?