The Mating Games

chapter 9- Where have you been?

I mumbled in my sleep induced haze, blindly reaching around trying to find my phone; my hand hit a hard object, almost like clay but warm. A groan sounded, alerting me of someone's presence; I gasped, shooting up and hitting the person.

"Ahh, what the fuck! Summer, stop hitting me dammit," Theo wailed during the assault, "it's my bloody room!" He huffed. I halted my hand, hovering over the smooth flesh of his exposed torso.

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" I couldn't help but gawk; Theo puffed up, feeling his manly pride inflate his toned chest.

"Because I look good," I raised a brow, "and because I was asleep; who sleeps wearing clothes anyway," that caught my attention. I looked down, seeing the blanket resting low on his hips.

"For the love of all that is good in the world; please tell me you're wearing pants?" I wasn't optimistic. A shit eating grin sprung to his lips,

"Want to find out?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Might as well bite the bullet; I yanked on the blanket and watched anxiously as his lower half came into view, as well as his bright yellow ducky boxers. A giggle jumped from my lips; I raised my hand, covering my mouth. I just couldn't stop laughing; Theo huffed to himself, covering his boxers back up.

"Shut up!" He whined, "I haven't done any laundry in a while and I'm running out of clean clothes," oh, this was too good. Once I had sobered up, wiped the tears from my eyes and reassured Theo that I wouldn't tell a soul- April especially; I decided it was time to go back to my room.

"Are you sure? You can stay here, I don't mind; promise," he was acting like a child, begging me to stay.

"No, I should go back. I might have left without telling anyone..." oh shit, maybe that wasn't such a great idea.

"Well, maybe you can go and then bring all your stuff back here," he tried to bargain.

"I don't think so." Theo sulked for a while, watching with big puppy dog eye's as I straightened out my clothes and tried to comb my hair with my fingers. He finally decided that he should get out of bed and see me off; he rose, he long legs only covered by a small pair of boxers.

"I really love the boxers by the way. I don't think I got to say that before," I goaded him.

"Yeah, well it must have been hard. You know, with all the laughing," he sniped back. A grin stretched across my lips.

"Yeah, it was hard. I couldn't breathe for a while," he stalked over, a mischievous look gracing his face.

"Can I get a hug before you go?" Oh no.

"I don't think so, not in those boxers. It'll feel like a three way or something," I tried to dissuade him. He continued walking closer, arms out stretched.

"But you thought they were cute?" he childishly pouted,

"Yeah, well I changed my mind. Girls are allowed to do that," I stepped back.

"Come on," he whined. I couldn't move back, my path blocked by a dresser; Theo closed in, wrapping his trunk like arms around my waist and heaving my body right onto his. I could feel everything, everything. His toned arms and hard stomach, thick thighs and thick you-know-what.

"Oh, wow. Okay, this is happening."

"Yes, it is. Just enjoy it; I know I am," he smirked against my neck, inhaling slightly.

"Yeah, you can put me down now, I think this hug has gone on long enough."

"Nope," he was relentless; Theo swayed on his feet, gently moving our bodies.