"I want you to..." He paused. "Fuck me."
I hummed, pleased with the answer, and kissed down his chest and to his stomach, then kissed Theo’s inner thighs. I looked up at him, making eye contact the whole time my lips were on his skin. I had a feeling we were going to regret this in the morning.
CHAPTER 8
Matthew
“How much did he drink?” Stryker sighed, eyeing Theo hunched over the toilet.
“A lot.” I muttered, feeling awkward.
“How’s Jack?”
“Asleep. Long night.” Stryker shook his head “he was feeling better, though.”
I nodded stiffly “good. That’s good.”
“Hey, Theo?” Stryker raised his voice slightly “you know what’s a real good hangover remedy?”
Theo groaned in response.
“Fried chicken drenched in oil with fat, sodden fries and crispy onion rings served in a soggy, stained box-“
“I hate you.” Theo moaned, pulling himself back over the toilet and retching.
“Serves you right.” Stryker chuckled.
I smiled, feeling bad for the teen.
He looked back at me “sorry you had to deal with this.”
“You had to deal with Jack. So.” I offered a small smile “it was fine”.
Theo staggered out of the bathroom.
“Hey there, soldier. All better?” Stryker raised an eyebrow.
“No.” He avoided my gaze and folded his arms “please say I can stay here and-“
“Nope. Sorry. We have some training to do.”
Theo groaned again. I tried to look sympathetic. “I’ll go and check on Jack. Uh, Danes?”
“Hm?”
“Do you, uh…remember much about last night? Or did you drink yourself into oblivion?” I tried to keep it casual, but I burned with the need to know. I wasn’t sure if I preferred him to remember or not.
Theo seemed to hesitate.
Stryker’s eyebrow stayed raised.
“I, uh…don’t remember a thing. I mean, after the first few drinks.”
“Figures.”
I could easily tell that he was lying.Great. Was that bad or good? I wasn’t sure. I had no idea what he’d do.
“Okey dokey then. Have fun training.”
