Return to your room to a pissed Teddy

You dried yourself off and wrapped the towel around your waist. You headed back to your room to find a disgruntled Teddy kneeling at the foot of his bed. You could see he had a cloth and was trying to clean the carpet. He looked up and face darkened.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing this morning?" he asked, standing up and pointing at you.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" you ask, mood instantly shattered by his accusatory tone.

"Fuck off bro," he said, shoving you, "I know what cum looks like."

You instantly realised what he was talking about. CJ had cum at the foot of Teddy's bed when you fucked him. And the two of you never cleaned it up.

"Oh, right." you said, relaxing, "No, that wasn't me, it was CJ."

"What?" Teddy looked at you, pissed but now confused as well, "Why the fuck was CJ wanking in our room?"