Page 162 of The Substitute
The three of us all say, “It’s hockey” at the same time, and Tobi makes a disgusted sound in his throat.
“Alright, I’m leaving.” Rhys knuckle bumps us. “Later, guys.”
Tobi turns on Savage and points a finger in his face. “You are not giving cum gifts to your team.”
Savage kisses Tobi’s cheek. “My cum is only for you,” he says, dropping his voice. “And no wonder he hates gummy bears now. But I’m still gonna eat them.”
“Damn right.” Tobi grabs Savage’s arm and checks his watch. “Come on, we gotta go.”
“Where are we going?” Savage slides Tobi’s hand into his and links their fingers. There’s a little pang of jealousy that I can’t do the same, but that’s the way it has to be for now. We’ve worked out that after being in public where they can act like a couple, I need physical touch.
“Cuddle Buddy. We were here last week? What’s different?” I ask, stepping out onto the rooftop and looking around the space. Vines on trellises and plants with big leaves block out the city to create a little oasis up here. The normal pods are gone, and there’s only one set up in the middle. “What happened to it?”
“Savage and I rented out the whole place. There won't even be workers here. They premade snacks and stuff too!” Tobi twists his fingers and chews on his lip. “There’s no pressure to do anything, we can just watch the movie and eat snacks?—”
“Thank you.” I reach for his hand and give it a squeeze. “This is really cool.” I meet eyes with Savage over Tobi’s shoulder and mouth a “thank you” to him as well.
Tobi lights up right along with my heart. It means so much that he arranged this for us, that he found something we could do in public, and be us.
With a pep in his step, he takes the lead to our pod. There are blankets, pillows, and a giant cuddle sack with enough room for us to relax and watch the screen. Tobi jumps up onto it, crashing into it with a big smile.
“This is so much more comfortable when you really get into it.” I didn’t let myself settle in last time, too worried about an employee coming around the corner or something.
“I don’t think it’ll fit in the dorm.” Tobi tries to figure out a way to lay over both Savage and me.
Settling in next to Tobi, I lift his chin and take his lips. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Savage says with a smirk.
“I don’t think I was talking to you. It probably was Tobi’s idea to rent it out.” I won’t give Savage that much credit.
“Who do you think showed him this place?”
“Then thank you, too, I guess.”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks, Savage.” Tobi waves it off. “Back to this giant bean bag thing, I need one.”
I chuckle at the ‘excuse you’ look on Savage’s face.
“Where would you put it?” I ask Tobi.
“We can get rid of the beds or the couch or whatever. I don’t care.” He shrugs. “Put it at Savage’s, I’m sure Lovelace would love one instead of a boring couch.”
“My couch is not boring.” Savage stares at Tobi. “It reclines, heats up, and vibrates.”
“Sure, sure.” Tobi pats Savage’s hand, and it could not be more patronizing.
“Are you giving me attitude right now?” Savage grips Tobi’s hip and rolls him so they are chest to chest with Savage leaning over him.
“Maybe.” Tobi tries to hide a smile and fails.
“Sounds like someone wants to be in the cuck chair tonight,” Savage murmurs.
Well, I’m not going to argue since either way, it goes in my favor.
“Wait. No. That’s not—” Tobi flushes and stumbles over his words. It’s cute as fuck.
“Attitude gets no orgasms,” Savage says with a playful stern voice.
