Uhm Ryan?

Harry stared up at Maddie, his mind reeling. The absurdity of the situation weighed heavy in his chest, but with her sitting on top of him, her gaze locked onto his, he felt trapped. He didn’t know what to say, and Maddie wasn’t giving him much room to think. Part of him wanted to laugh it off, but the other part—the part that couldn’t shake the strange intensity in her voice—was unsure if this was really just a game anymore.

Swallowing hard, he blurted out, almost against his own will, “Ryan.”

Maddie’s eyes lit up immediately, her face breaking into an excited grin. “Ryan? Really?” she giggled, biting her lip. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d actually pick him! This is gonna be so much fun.” She leaned down, brushing her lips against his neck, teasing him with soft kisses while her hands slid up his chest.

Harry’s pulse raced, the mix of her touch and the surreal situation making his head spin. “Maddie, I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, you meant it,” she interrupted, her voice dripping with playful mischief. She sat up again, looking down at him with a devilish grin. “Now, go ahead. Call him.”

Harry froze, staring up at her in disbelief. “Wait… you’re serious? You actually want me to call him?”

Maddie giggled again, nodding eagerly as she shifted her hips slightly, teasing him further. “Of course I’m serious, Harry. Come on, this was your idea.” Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, sending shivers through him. “Just imagine… you, me, and Ryan. Don’t you want to see what happens?”

Harry’s throat was dry, and his mind was racing. He knew he didn’t want this—at least not really. But Maddie’s excitement, the way she was looking at him, touching him… it was impossible to think clearly.

“Maddie, I… I can’t just call him out of nowhere for this,” Harry stammered, trying to regain some control over the situation.

Maddie tilted her head, pouting playfully. “Why not? He’s your teammate, isn’t he? It’ll be fun. I bet he’d be thrilled.” Her hands slid lower, teasing him even more as she leaned in close, her lips just inches from his ear. “Go on, Harry. Call him.”

Harry hesitated, feeling the weight of her words and her touch. He glanced at his phone on the nightstand, his heart pounding.

With a shaky breath, Harry slowly reached over to grab his phone from the nightstand. His hands trembled as he unlocked it, scrolling through his contacts to find Ryan’s number. His mind was spinning, everything feeling surreal. He knew this was wrong—everything about it felt off—but Maddie’s eager expression and the way her hands roamed his body were making it impossible to think clearly.

"Go on," Maddie whispered in his ear, her breath warm against his skin. Her fingers trailed teasingly across his chest, sending jolts of electricity through him. "Call him. You know you want to."

Harry's throat was dry as he reluctantly tapped Ryan’s number. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, his nerves on edge. As the phone started ringing, Maddie leaned down, kissing his neck softly, her hands continuing to explore his body, teasing him in ways that drove him wild. It was overwhelming, and despite the unease gnawing at him, his body responded to her touch.

Maddie giggled against his skin, her excitement palpable. "This is going to be so much fun, Harry. You’ll see."

Harry barely had time to process her words before he heard Ryan’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey, what’s up?” Ryan’s casual tone seemed like it belonged in a completely different reality, far away from the intense, strange moment Harry was caught in.

Harry swallowed hard, feeling Maddie’s lips trailing down his collarbone, making it even harder to focus. “Uh… hey, man,” he stammered, his voice tight. “Are you, um, free right now?”

Ryan hesitated for a second, as if sensing something was off. “Yeah, I’m not doing much. Why? What’s going on?”

Maddie’s eyes lit up as she grinned down at Harry, her hands continuing to explore every inch of him, making him squirm under her touch. She leaned in close to the phone, her voice soft and seductive. "Tell him to come over, Harry."

Harry felt like his heart might burst out of his chest. He couldn’t believe this was happening. But with Maddie on top of him, her hands and lips sending his mind into overdrive, he found himself saying the words before he could stop himself.

“Do you want to come over?”

Harry couldn’t believe it when Ryan agreed without much hesitation. He barely registered the conversation, his mind clouded by Maddie’s relentless teasing. As soon as Harry hung up, Maddie slid down his body, a playful glint in her eyes. She settled between his legs, her fingers dancing along the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Well, look at you,” she teased, her voice sultry as she slowly began to trace her fingers over the growing bulge in his pants. “You seem pretty excited about this, Harry. Maybe you’re into this more than you’re letting on, hmm?”

Harry’s breath hitched, his body reacting despite the panic building in his chest. “Maddie, I’m not—” he started, his voice shaky, but she cut him off with a smirk, pressing her hand a little firmer against him, making him squirm.

“Don’t lie to me,” she said with a giggle, her hands working him over through the fabric, each touch sending his mind spinning. “You wouldn’t have called Ryan if you weren’t at least a little curious.” Her fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns as she spoke, driving Harry crazy with the mix of physical sensation and the absurdity of the situation.

“I—I’m not… this is just—” Harry stammered, his body betraying him as he grew harder under her touch.

“Oh, really?” Maddie tilted her head, her eyes never leaving his, her smile wicked. “Then why are you so worked up? I think you like this more than you’re willing to admit. Don’t worry, I won’t judge you.” She leaned down, kissing him just above the waistband of his sweatpants, making his entire body tense.

Harry’s face flushed, his heart pounding in his chest. “Maddie, this is insane… I don’t want this.”

But she just giggled again, her hands still teasing him. “Oh, I think you do.” She looked up at him with a knowing smile, watching him squirm. “You’re excited for Ryan to come over, aren’t you? Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”