Page 94 of The Penalty

He peeks his face out from under his hockey sheets. “I need love to revive me.”

I can’t help but smile. “You motherfucker.”

“I am not! We said we aren’t fucking anyone else.”

I laugh and crawl into his bed on top of him, pulling down the sheet enough to find his lips. “I got something for you to wear.”

He flicks his tongue into my mouth, then freezes. “Like clothes?”

“Yes. This is a fancy party, so you need a fancy outfit.” I kiss him again, hoping to distract him a little.

“Can I see it?”

I climb off him and unzip the garment bag I brought with me, taking out my tux and then his. “They go together. So we’ll be matching like real boyfriends.”

“I thought we were real boyfriends. We were just pretending to fake it for Tobi, but being real for your brothers while hiding it from everyone else?” Teddy narrows his eyes at me.

“Yes, we are. Which is why real boyfriend matching suits.”

He nods and I hold my breath. “What if I look stupid in it? Like a penguin?”

“What if you look bad ass in it like a panda?”

He narrows his eyes, nodding. “You’re right. It could go either way.”

“So you’ll try it on?”

“I guess.” He mutters, getting up to look at it closer. “What if I don’t like the material?”

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get there.”

“Why would we burn bridges? That’s illegal.”

“It’s an expression—never mind—put it on. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I know I’m asking for a lot. And I wouldn’t blame him if he says no.

“How are you going to make it up to me?” He pulls off his shirt and I’m struck silent for a minute by how good he looks without it. “Rhys?”

“Sorry, I got distracted by your pecs.”

He flexes them for me with a grin.

Fuck.

We don’t have time for this. Even if I want to make time for it. I shove back in all the need I have and hand him an undershirt. He pushes off his pants, ignoring it. With a glint to his eyes, he slides off his boxers and straightens up in his full glory.

“You’re a tease!”

“No, I’m not teasing. I am fully offering all of this.” Teddy gestures at his body.

I groan. “I know! But put this on.”

He huffs like I’m personally offending him but puts on the tux. Once it’s all on, he stands looking in the mirror, turning from side to side. “I guess I look good.”

“You guess?” I ask, because he looks like a fucking snack. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off him all night.

“It’s fine. What do you think?” He turns towards me.

“I think I cannot wait to take it off you later.”

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