Page 86 of Flagrant Foul
“What are you doing?” I ask as he opens my closet and starts rifling through it.
“Looking for something of yours to wear.”
He flicks through my jackets with businesslike hurry, ignoring the puffers and suits. He stops and turns to me when he finds what he wants.
“When freedom is outlawed, only outlaws are free,” he murmurs, pulling my old jacket off its coat hanger and smiling like pure, original sin.
He shrugs the jacket on and spins slowly to show me. It’s a little big on him, but the leather is old and buttery soft. It quickly molds itself to his form.
He turns the collar up slightly.
My heart skips a beat.
“What do you think? You like?”
“Oh, I like,” I say, nodding appreciatively as my mind drifts to a base place where seeing Teddy in my clothes is tantamount to seeing my mark stamped on his body. “I like it when you wear my clothes.”
He totters over and kisses me sweetly on the lips. “In that case, you should know I’m wearing your underwear too.”
I’m confused, not least because I didn’t see him take a pair. “But I don’t wear…”
“Exactly.”
Oh fuck.
Teddy’s naked under his jeans. His cock is free. Unconfined. Blood flowing freely. Denim stroking him lightly.
It’s going to be a long night.
“Are you sure you want to go out?” I check, purely out of consideration for his well-being. “We could stay home and order in if you want.”
“Not a chance,” he says firmly. “We’re going out. We’re having a nice dinner, and I’m going to spend the entire time whispering in your ear and telling you exactly what I’m going to let you do to me when we get home.”
Oof.
I dress quickly and trail behind him as he heads to the front door. The bell rings when we’re a few feet away. We look at each other quizzically, and he mouths, “Who the fuck can it be?”
Teddy isn’t a massive fan of people in his space and goes to some lengths to ensure they don’t feel welcome to drop in, so this is very irregular. Neither of us moves, both silent and wholly committed to pretending we aren’t home.
“Maybe it’s Mae,” I whisper. “Maybe she needs something.”
Relief washes over him. “Yeah, that’s probably it. She said something about baking chocolate chip cookies and bringing them over last time I saw her.”
He moves quickly to the door, swinging it open with a big, easy smile.
His smile freezes.
His eyes widen.
“Surprise,” says Nathan.
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Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly
“N-Nate,”Istammer.“You’rehere.”
Talk about stating the obvious, but I’m in a deep state of shock, and I’m kind of impressed I managed to come up with that.
