"Better be roses, old man. Not that it matters." He puckers his lips into a kiss, teasing. "You're going down."
Challenge accepted.
Mostly because that's the problem with Teddy--he can't say no, especially not when he's threatened. His masculinity, his desire to be on top and in control. His need to be validated. Fuck this guy.
He whistles, sharp and loud, and just like that all eyes are on him once more. "This old man seems to think the American tradition of the Keg Stand can be lost to England. If this fucker beats 20 and hits 25 seconds, you will see a show. Ladies and gentlemen of Delta Psi?"
Resounding cheers, and Teddy's smirk just rises. "Take off your shirt," He instructs, since he's out of his own, but then quickly reassures him--and himself. "You're gonna get beer all over it."
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Challenge accepted.
Mostly because that's the problem with Teddy--he can't say no, especially not when he's threatened. His masculinity, his desire to be on top and in control. His need to be validated. Fuck this guy.
He whistles, sharp and loud, and just like that all eyes are on him once more. "This old man seems to think the American tradition of the Keg Stand can be lost to England. If this fucker beats 20 and hits 25 seconds, you will see a show. Ladies and gentlemen of Delta Psi?"
Resounding cheers, and Teddy's smirk just rises. "Take off your shirt," He instructs, since he's out of his own, but then quickly reassures him--and himself. "You're gonna get beer all over it."