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My hands go to my jeans, running on autopilot as I reposition myself and refasten my fly. “Teddy, wait,” I say, and this time Theo looks at me. “We need to talk aboutthis.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” he tells me, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Really? If it was only the one time, I might believe that, but three times? I mean, have you ever hooked up with someone who wasn’t a woman?”
“No.” Theo’s jaw tightens until his lips press into a thin line. I guess it’s better than him retorting with his typicalI’m not gayline.
Still, it doesn’t make me feel great about grabbing his hair and fucking his mouth. I might have given Theo an out by telling him could tap my thigh, but this is all a bit much. He just gets me so worked up that I’m not thinking about how new all of this is for Theo. I’m too horny and pissed off to think of much of anything.
The rattling of the back door cuts off the words I’m about to say. Eric’s head pops out, looking around the corner. I bite back a laugh when he notices us and gives a little wave. Theo’s eyes shut, and he groans. “I was wondering where you two disappeared to,” Eric says. “At least it looks like you haven’t killed each other yet.” He’s doing a surprisingly good job of pretending he doesn’t know what we were up to out here. As if the new stain on Theo’s pants isn’t obvious enough.
Theo pushes past me, not saying a word as he heads back to the club. Before I can follow him, Eric grabs my wrist as I’m passing him. “I’m gonna leave. I need to get some sleep before my shift tomorrow afternoon. Do you still need a ride home?” he asks.
We came together, but at the time I had no clue Theo would show up. “I’ll be fine,” I answer. “Theo can give me a ride.”
“You sure you know what you’re doing with Theo?” Eric’s eyes meet mine.
Honestly, I don’t have a clue. I’m playing all of this by ear. What I do know is being around Theo is too fucking tempting to ignore. “Not really, but I can handle it,” I answer.
He looks me over, his lips set in a half frown. “Alright, well, it’s your funeral. Good luck.” Eric pats me on the shoulder, then turns and heads inside the club. We split ways as he heads for the main entrance.
I look around the club, searching for Theo and hoping he hasn’t already left as well. Luck must be in my favor, because I spot Theo at the bar. By the time I make my way over, he’s got a new drink. It’s probably a good thing I’m sober. I’m guessing he drove here tonight, and I doubt Theo will be in any shape to drive back at the rate he’s going. “Hey,” I say as I take a spot on the stool next to him. Theo doesn’t look at me. He keeps his eyes focused on his drink as he drains it. “Teddy,” I change tactics, switching to the pet name I know he hates. Asweird as it is, the name is growing on me. I keep slipping up, calling him Teddy when our pants are down.
Theo glances at me out of the corner of his eye as he stirs his drink with the straw. He doesn’t say anything.
“Dance with me?” I ask. I should push him to talk about all of this, but what’s the point when he’s too drunk to remember the conversation?
Theo picks up his drink, bringing the glass to his lips as he drains what’s left. He wobbles when he stands up, placing his hand on the bar. “Sure, might as well.”
I wrap my arm around his shoulders, leading him to the dance floor. Even though we briefly danced together earlier, I’m still expecting him to pull away. My arms go to Teddy’s neck, and he places his hands on my hips. Our bodies move in a slower sway than the music, but Theo is looking right at me. I watch his eyes as we dance. The usual tension of being around Theo melts away with the beat of the music. I take a step closer and lean my head on his chest. Theo’s arm wraps around my waist, holding my body to his, chest to chest.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. It could be about any of over a hundred things, but I don’t want to ruin the moment.
“We’ll talk later,” I say. I look at his eyes and Theo leans in. For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me. His hand raises to brush a section of hair behind my ear.
“How are you so damn pretty?” he mumbles. I don’t think Theo means to say the words out loud. Still, it just makes it easier to shrug off his behavior. When he sobers up, we’ll be back to trading insults.
Chapter Thirteen
Theo
Cy is sitting on the couch as I walk in the front door. They turn to look at me over their shoulder as the door closes. “Hey,” they say.
“Hey,” I echo back. We still haven’t talked since the incident at the club the other night. I’ve been working, and Cy’s been doing whatever it is they do. Things are at a weird standstill with Cy. We eat dinner each night, stealing looks at each other instead of arguing.
“You want to play?” They gesture toward the TV with their head. I glance at the screen, seeing a familiar first-person shooter game. I didn’t think something like this would catch Cy’s interest.
“I need to change,” I answer. “Are Dad and Selene around?”
One of Cy’s eyebrows raises at my question. “It’s just us, I think. Mom went out for groceries, and Ben should still be at work.”
“K, uh, let me get out of my uniform, but yeah, the game sounds fun.” I head for my room, not waiting for Cypress to answer. It only takes a couple of minutes to strip off my work clothes and switch it out with a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Cy is still sitting on the couch when I walk downstairs, but they’re playing the game now. Their fingers move over the controller as they focus on the screen. I take the opportunity to look them over. Cy is wearing a tight white crop top that leaves a bit of their belly showing and a pleated mini skirt. Just knowing how easy access it’d be to start something right now makes my dick twitch at the thought. I take a seat on the opposite side of the couch, leaving a good distance between us.
Cy grabs a second controller, handing it to me. The first round, we don’t talk. We go through the motions, playing the game and focusing on our characters rather than each other. But as the rounds go on, Cy glances over at me. Their comments start out related to the game, warning me about an enemy, or pointing out weapons and care packages. We finish another round, and Cy turns my direction. “You’re not bad.” Their hand goes to my shoulder, giving me a playful shove.
“I could say the same about you,” I answer back. “I didn’t know you played games like this.”
Cy shrugs, starting another round. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me. It’s not like we’ve spent much time together over the last few years.”
