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?
