Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 20
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Twenty – If It
Fits, It Sits
There was this strange
thing he hadn't realized before, how Rusty always seemed to be moving,
regardless of what he did, he never left a moment empty, and that striking
thought overcame, for a moment, the pleasure he was experiencing as his lips
were taken, chewed gently and then licked, making him shiver and groan in
overstimulation.
Being with Rusty was like
getting on board a rollercoaster. Not one dull moment, but Matty could swear
there was something under all that, an undercurrent that could sweep them both
off their feet without the possibility of grabbing onto a life-saving branch
bent wearily over troubled waters.
Connor was talking about
excess, but he had probably never had anything of what he wanted in large
enough amounts to understand why it could be sublime and worth chasing. That
was also what he was experiencing in Rusty's strong arms. Everything, from the
scent of his skin to the look in the hooded green eyes that promised
everything, made him feel dizzy.
"Do you always kiss like
this?" he felt compelled to ask.
"Like what?" Rusty
hovered close, eager for another kiss.
"Like it's the end of the
world," Matty explained as he moved his head to meet Rusty's lips again.
"Sometimes it is," came
the reply.
Each word of that sounded
genuine. Matty couldn't ask for details because Rusty shut him up and explored
his mouth slowly, interrupting all rational thought processes.
It was time for him to
take a bit of initiative or he risked losing himself completely. He searched
lower until his hands found purchase in Rusty's jeans zipper. They both groaned
as Matty felt Rusty's erection. He let his fingers linger over the fabric of
the underwear, enjoying the feel of that hard candy through it.
"Enough's
enough," Rusty declared. "Show me, Matty."
"What?"
"How good you are," the
soon to be dethroned king of Sunny Hill said with an all-knowing grin.
Matty smirked, too. Rusty
liked to talk big, so it was refreshing to know that he could put him in his
place with his oral sex skills. He pushed his bed partner on his back and
proceeded to slide slowly over that magnificent body, his eyes never leaving
the green ones filled with playful mischief.
He made a show of opening
his mouth wide and then planting it over Rusty's hard
cock, still hidden inside the underwear. The head peeked over the elastic band,
so Matty took advantage of the opportunity to tease it with his tongue and lick
the precum from the tiny eye.
"How do you like my--"
Rusty started, his voice soon growing breathless.
"Mighty Thor?" Matty
asked with a smug smile.
"I was going to say my
bald-headed yoghurt slinger," Rusty said in a deadpan tone.
Ah, someone was trying to
suppress his excitement by introducing comedy into the menu, but this time,
Matty decided that he wouldn't have it. He put his tongue into the slit again.
"I can assure you, it's not yoghurt."
"Maybe you haven't tasted
it enough," Rusty threw at him.
"Maybe I need to correct
that," Matty said brightly.
"Then, go on. Release the
kraken," Rusty joked.
Matty made a face. "You
wish you had more than one dick."
Rusty laughed. "True.
Then we could make tentacle porn. You'd be the innocent maiden. I'd make sure
to check all your orifices with my tentacles."
"Perv."
"Aren't you the pot
calling the kettle black?"
Matty sighed. "I guess.
But, you know, forgive me for being educated by you in the pleasures of the
flesh."
"Yeah, yeah, put that
flesh in your mouth already. That should shut you up."
A kinky thought crossed
his mind. "How about you make me shut up?" Rusty had mostly preferred to let
Matty explore him, and in all honesty, he liked it a little rougher on
occasion.
"Do you want me to fuck
your mouth?" Rusty asked in a heated voice.
Matty shrugged to cover
just how excited he felt at the suggestion. He pushed himself up. "How about I
sit here?" He sat on the floor, his head resting comfortably against the bed.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
"You have very specific
fantasies, don't you?"
"Yeah," Matty admitted.
"Ever since I watched my first teabagging video, I
wanted that."
"Teabagging?
Wait, that's not from porn, that's--"
"Yeah," Matty said
brightly. "A guy gets his inspiration from various places. Problem?"
Rusty laughed out loud
and moved to stand in front of him, his cock already pulled out. "I see that
you were on your road to hell long before we met."
"Yeah, I'm full of
surprises," Matty said dryly.
Rusty shrugged. "Well,
since we're talking kettles and tea, I guess I need to get out of these." He
pushed his jeans and underwear down and stepped out of them. Then, he pushed
them away with one foot impatiently.
Matty took a firm hold of
Rusty's balls as soon as the guy was on top of him and began licking them. The
sharp inhalation that followed assured him he was on the right track. He took
one in his mouth, then the other, as it didn't look like he could fit both of
them inside his mouth at the same time.
"You're good at this,"
Rusty grunted from above. "Damn, promise me, Matty, that you've never taken
another dude's nuts in your mouth."
"Never," Matty replied
between slurps. He couldn't help getting hard while playing like that with the
guy he was in love with. Rusty would probably never know just how much Matty
wanted him, but if that was all he got... no, he'd never be truly satisfied, but
it was still better than having nothing.
"Oh, fuck, I'm so going
to give it to you," Rusty promised and moved to push his cock into Matty's
willing mouth.
That was pretty much what
he wanted. Matty took advantage of the position they were in to slide one hand
along Rusty's crack and search for that tight
entrance with his fingers. Another thing Rusty had no idea about was how much Matty had been fantasizing lately about exploring such an
enticing backside. He liked everything about Rusty's
ass, how muscled it was, how firm under his touch, how strong the heat coming
off that tiny opening was.
Tortured by a particular
question, he tapped Rusty's thigh. Rusty understood right away and pulled back.
"Too much for you, kinky boy? And I haven't even started."
Matty ignored the
teasing. "Has anyone touched your ass?"
Rusty grinned and looked
down at him. "Why so curious? Ah, I can tell you have some wandering fingers."
"Can I put a finger in
your ass?"
"You can put two," came
the valiant reply.
"How about three?"
"Now you're pushing it."
"Just what I plan," Matty
said promptly.
They both burst into
laughter at the same time. "Go crazy," Rusty whispered. "I don't mind a little
surprise now and then."
"You sure?" Matty made a
show of putting two fingers in his mouth and sucking on them with as lewd
sounds as he could manage.
From above, Rusty watched
him with unfocused eyes. "As long as you don't plan to put your whole fist in,
I think I'll live through it," he said, his voice dropping low, filled with
promises.
Matty licked his lips
quickly. "Okay." That came out as barely a whisper. They could joke and laugh
all they wanted, but the truth was that they were both hot for each other.
It helped to have a bit
of confirmation. The Mighty Thor was already leaking precum, making him drool
over the promise of all those delights involving Rusty's little friend. Of
course, he'd have a fit over having the Mighty Thor called little, but Matty
didn't care. He planned on teasing Rusty and playing with him until he
understood what he did to others by simply being himself.
He cupped Rusty's
buttocks gently and pulled him closer. Rusty manipulated his cock so that it
was now aligned with Matty's mouth, and they locked eyes for a moment. Then,
the hard cock passed through Matty's lips, triggering all those wonderful
sensations and flooding his brain with endorphins.
He moaned around the hard
shaft, lost in the sensation of having his mouth full. Without meaning to,
since this was supposed to be Rusty pretending to get rough on him, he began
pulling the other toward him.
"Slow down," Rusty
begged. "Oh, fuck, you swallowed more than half. Now you're making me feel
jealous."
He had no reason to feel
jealous; Matty was sure of it. He used his tongue and bobbed his head slightly
to apply extra friction and pressure. Rusty's hitched breathing let him know
that he wasn't doing a half bad job.
Good on his promise, he
advanced slowly toward the main point of interest. His fingers scooted closer
and closer to Rusty's crack and began teasing so that he would be allowed
entrance. Matty enjoyed the heat under the tip of a forefinger before pushing
slightly in. Above him, Rusty was unleashing a symphony of moans, grunts, and
soft curses.
Another thought crossed
Matty's mind. He pushed Rusty slightly back. "I want to eat your ass."
Rusty closed his eyes.
"That should be my line," he groaned. "I'm too close, Matty. Stop talking dirty
already if you don't want me to spill all over your cute face."
Matty didn't have time to
explain that he actually meant what he had said, because Rusty pushed his cock
into his mouth again, making him take a little more than he could manage. He
quickly recovered from the surprise attack and began using his tongue in the
hope that it would push his partner over the edge, as Rusty's urgent grunts of
pleasure announced anyway.
His mouth filled with
delicious spunk, and he let out sounds of his own as he struggled to eat
everything as it came.
"You're so fucking good,"
Rusty praised him while voicing his orgasm, "you're the best at sucking cock."
***
Had he ever paid so much
attention to how someone went down on him? It felt like all the cocksucking he had gotten over the years faded like pencil
sketches in an old textbook. What he was getting now instead was a harmony of
colors of the brightest kind, and he only had to look down to see Matty licking
his cock slowly, his eyes hooded and dreamy, staring up at him, searching for
approval.
Rusty patted his head.
"Fuck, you really got me going with that ass-eating thing."
"I meant it," Matty said.
"And I barely got the chance to finger you."
Rusty tipped his head
back and groaned. "Fuck, you're an expert at talking dirty. And I could totally
feel your finger, trust me."
Matty threw him an
annoyed look. "You so totally wiggled your way out of getting some ass action."
Well, that was true, and
Matty was getting a bit close to stuff that Rusty still shied away from,
despite being totally comfortable with all things sexual. Sure thing, he had
put his own fingers in and some girls played around that area, but it wasn't
the same. That made him think that it had more to do with who was doing the
fingering than the act itself.
Whatever it was, it could
put him in a vulnerable position, and he had had enough of that to deal with
today. Now, he was all for having fun. "Come here." He helped Matty to his feet
and pulled him into a hug. "I'm your teacher," he said. "I'm going to be the
one to eat your ass," he promised.
It was supposed to be a
joke, but his mouth went instantly dry at the vivid image that popped into his
head, Matty on his belly, only his ass raised, all red in the face, pulling at
his glorious ass cheeks and exposing his cute little hole. Oh, fuck, damn; now,
for real, he wanted to eat Matty's ass, to see what it was like, and how undone
he could make the other come.
"You're no fun." Matty
pushed him away playfully.
"Really?" Rusty pulled
him back, making their bodies clash and Matty lose his balance. Good thing he
was there to catch him. "I'm all fun, and I assure you that when I eat your
ass, you'll totally see what I mean."
Matty shook his head and
moved it to the sides while Rusty tried to kiss him. "Weren't you the one who
thought I didn't like his ass? Let me prove to you how much I like it," Matty
insisted.
"You're quickly becoming
ass-obsessed, you perv," Rusty accused him.
"It's your fault. You
dangle the goods in front of me."
This wasn't a fight Rusty
intended to lose at the moment. He released Matty from his arms and took
advantage when the other turned to sink his fingers into his flanks and start
tickling him. Matty howled and laughed as he fell to his knees and over the
bed.
A knock on the door
stopped both of them.
"Come in," Rusty shouted without
thinking.
Jonathan was the one to
stick his head through. "I'm making dinner--"
All three of them fell
completely silent. Only then Rusty realized that he was naked and all over
Matty, who was also naked.
Jonathan reacted first
and pulled back, closing the door. "Just come down in about half an hour," he
shouted from the other side.
"Oh, fuck," Rusty
whispered. "I guess the cat is totally out of the bag."
Matty was conspicuously
silent.
Rusty poked him
tentatively. "Did you die of shame?"
To his dismay, Matty
began shaking with laughter. "O. M. G., Jonathan's face was priceless!"
"Well, I guess it's not
every day that he walks in on some dudes who look like they're just about to
become buttfucking friends," Rusty said matter-of-factly.
"Are we going to be that,
though?" Matty wondered. That sounded like he doubted such a thing was going to
happen very much.
At that very moment,
Rusty noticed how comfortably his cock lay against Matty's balls. The Mighty
Thor twitched in acknowledgment. "Why not?" he said casually.
Matty turned so fast, his
neck made a strange sound. He quickly brought one hand up and began rubbing his
nape. "Are we going to... I mean... Um, Rusty..."
"Why not? Are you worried
that it's not going to fit or something?"
Matty turned to face him
and now lay with his back against the bed. Rusty found it the most natural to
sit in his lap, given their new position.
"That's sort of a big
step," Matty mumbled and his eyes darted sideways.
Yeah, sure it was. But
Rusty felt like he couldn't take `no' for an answer. "What's big is my cock.
What's small is your asshole. But we will make it work, I promise. There's
nothing I want more."
Matty chewed on his
bottom lip. Finally, his pretty eyes met Rusty's stare. "That's my V-card we're
talking about, though."
Rusty rested his arms on
Matty's shoulders, putting some weight behind them and making the other grunt.
"Yeah, I know, but, let's face it, you're way too pretentious when it comes to
dudes, and that means that you're at risk at finishing college with your cherry
still intact. Is that really what you want?"
"Are we seriously
rationalizing why I should lose my virginity to you?" Matty asked, again
sounding like he didn't actually want to wait for an answer.
Rusty rested his forehead
against Matty's. "Would it be so bad? I mean, you might end up waiting for a
very long time for that guy with--"
"Yeah, Lexus, big
schlong, Ivy League, all that jazz," Matty finished his argument with a roll of
his eyes.
"I do have a big
schlong," Rusty pointed out.
"Good enough for me,"
Matty said simply.
"As for the rest--" Rusty
continued, bent on convincing Matty. "Wait, did you just say `yes'?"
"As much as that might
surprise you, I'm not interested in those things that you mentioned when it
comes to guys."
Rusty threw Matty a
suspicious look. "Not even the big schlong?"
"As long as it's attached
to the right person, the length doesn't matter," Matty explained.
Rusty made a sour face.
"You don't even want me for my big--"
"Oh, gawd, Rusty," Matty
moaned. "Do you want me to spell it for you? I do want to become your
buttfucking friend."
It was obvious Matty
struggled to keep a straight face while continuing their conversation, munching
on his lower lip and grimacing from time to time.
"Super-duper," Rusty
declared and made a move to stand.
"On one condition," Matty
said.
"Shoot."
"You'll let me play with
your ass. This isn't going to be a one-sided buttfucking friendship."
"Do you plan to fuck me
in the ass?" Rusty asked, his eyebrows shooting up so fast they pulled half the
skin on his face along.
Matty let out a suffering
sigh. "Did I say that? I just asked you to let me play with your ass. I'm going
to use only my fingers," he flicked his index and middle fingers in a gesture
that caused funny things to happen in Rusty's belly, "and my tongue. Do we have
a deal or not?"
"And I get to fuck you,"
Rusty took care to make clear. "In the ass."
Matty's face was so
neutral, it could act as a mediator between warring countries. "Yes."
"With my cock," Rusty
insisted.
"I hope you weren't
planning to fuck me with the wooden leg of an old pirate." The neutral façade
still resisted. How did he manage it? Rusty was beyond astonished. That was one
mighty opponent he was going against.
"I have no such thing in
my arsenal of sex toys," Rusty hurried to assure him. "Deal?" he asked
anxiously and pushed his open hand into Matty's chest.
Moving awkwardly, Matty
managed to shake on it. Their eyes met. Wow, now that was a worthy adversary.
Rusty could barely wait for them to put their plans in action.
***
His heart was beating
wildly to compensate for his efforts at keeping calm and steady while
negotiating with Rusty the details of starting their buttfucking friendship.
Matty had no idea he had it in him, but ever since he had met Rusty, that
appeared to be par for the course. To catch an elusive target such as the king
of Sunny Hill, he needed to bring out the big guns.
Therefore, it was
excruciating to keep the same cool and collected demeanor when his heart was
doing a crazy victory dance in his chest.
Caught up as he had been
in getting Rusty to agree to the next level of their intimacy while accepting
certain compromises, he hadn't quite realized what it meant. And now,
everything came crushing down, but in a fun way.
He would lose his virginity
to Rusty Parker.
He would be allowed to
explore Rusty Parker's gorgeous ass. Hopefully, he would make him come undone
so hard he'd want something bigger to penetrate him. Hopefully, that something
would be Matty's cock.
Hell, what was he
thinking? Matty caught his face in his palms, only to realize that his face was
burning. Rusty had left him alone for a moment as he had gone to ask Jonathan
about something, and now he was by himself.
He stood to his feet and
looked around. Where was it going to happen? Right here, in Rusty's room? It
had to be here, because Matty's room was out of the question, now that
obnoxious roommate of his was present.
To test something vital
to the said plan, Matty began checking the bedsprings. How much action that
thing must have seen. Well, he wouldn't let anything bring him down from his
high spirits. At least, Rusty hadn't fooled around with a guy in that bed.
Next, what position would
they use? Matty first lay on his back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
Missionary? It would be nice, but he might combust if he looked at Rusty while
getting fucked. Staring at the ceiling was hardly an option; Rusty might worry
that he was getting bored or something.
There were alternatives.
Matty moved on all his fours. He would have to keep his ass up, for the perfect
angle. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his belly. Would this be good
enough? Rusty was so tall, he would have to part his legs for his cock to end
up on the same level with Matty's ass. To make things perfect, some simulations
were needed.
He pulled out his phone
and began drawing stick figures on the screen. He had always been reasonably
good at math, so figuring out the perfect angle—
"What are you doing
there?"
He had been so caught up
in his calculations that he had missed Rusty coming back. He didn't have time
to hide because Rusty grabbed his phone and studied his drawing with keen eyes.
"I think," Rusty said
slowly, "that you should stick to your major, Matty. This lewd artwork leaves a
lot to be desired." Then, he looked at him.
Rusty's eyes filled with
interest as he took in Matty's position. Then, he looked at the phone again.
Matty felt his face
heating up. "That's not what it looks like." He had no idea why he wanted to
hide. Maybe he looked way too eager, and Rusty would think he was a bit too
much to handle.
"I have no idea what you
mean by that, but how you lie there right now makes me think that if I move
behind you," Rusty did just that, "and I grab you like this," he planted his
hands on Matty's hips, "I could give you the perfect dicking." To finish his
demonstration, he moved his hips forward and slammed into Matty's thankfully
clothed butt.
A playful slap on the ass
followed and Rusty moved away. Then, he suddenly leaned forward and whispered
in Matty's ear. "I think your calculations are correct. And don't worry, your
ass is perfect for my cock."
There was nothing left
for him to do but bury his burning face into another pillow. Rusty laughed and
ruffled his hair. "I so knew you were bluffing by keeping that straight face
and talking dirty to me. I'll make sure it's going to be perfect, what do you
say?"
Matty just nodded,
without removing his face from the pillow. Rusty continued to caress his head
and back. "Let's go down to dinner. Jonathan outdid himself. He made some crazy
steak and some mad sauce."
"Is that safe to eat
then?" Matty finally recovered and thought his face was not so red anymore so
that he could face Rusty and his cocky teasing.
"Totally. Come,
upsy-daisy." Rusty pulled him to his feet.
"What about Jonathan? He
practically saw us in a very compromising position."
Rusty shrugged. "I
suppose he's going to stare at us a bit. Although he had a good upbringing, as
they say. He might not do that. I can't say the same about the others."
Matty remained a bit
nonplussed and gawked at Rusty. "They all know we..." He couldn't find the right
words.
"Not exactly. But I'm not
going to hide from my bros. Do you want to hide from my bros?"
"No, I don't see why,"
Matty said slowly. "But wait, aren't they going to find it weird? That you're
straight and you want to--"
"Fuck you in the ass?
Don't worry. I won't bring it up. They won't either because apparently anal sex
is not exactly a good conversation topic to discuss over dinner. That's what
people say, at least." Rusty nodded and raised an eyebrow while closing the
other eye, as if Matty had to understand what he was trying to say with that.
"I suppose so. But I'm
not exactly talking about that. I mean, you and me, we're dudes." Matty
gestured between them to make a point.
Rusty gave him an
appreciative once-over. "Yeah, you're one fine dude, if you ask me."
"Yeah, you too," Matty
couldn't help saying. Then, he shook his head. He couldn't allow Rusty to
derail him like that, not when it was so important to get things right.
"Rusty," he said, drawing a breath to get him through what he was about to say.
"You're the straight king of Sunny Hill. I'm your tutor, and I'm gay. What are
your friends going to think?"
Rusty shrugged. "They
won't think you seduced me and gave me the gay, if that's what you're worried
about. By the way, Jonathan gave me the gay, and I'm sticking with it."
"Jonathan," Matty
repeated slowly, "gave you the gay. How?"
Rusty pondered for a
moment, but as much as Matty was waiting with bated breath, what followed was
disappointing. "I'll tell you another time. Now, let's get down to dinner." He
stopped for a moment, then he turned toward Matty, who was already following
him. "One more thing. You can't back away from it."
"Did I say anything? Why
do you worry so much?" Matty asked.
Rusty looked at him with
shiny eyes and a dreamy cartoon character look on his face. "Because I'm a poor
sensitive soul and I need reassurance at every step."
Matty groaned and pushed
Rusty toward the door. "I'll give you some reassurance you won't forget."
"I'll hold you to that,"
Rusty pointed out but dug his heels into the carpet to stop Matty from pushing
him forward.
Matty didn't have to ask
what that was all about because Rusty took him by the shoulders and gave him
his most amazing smile.
***
Dinner had been a pretty
normal affair, and no one had questioned why Matty was joining them. They were
all pretty chill, and Rusty thought it was just like his friends not to think
it weird that he had a dude over instead of a dudette.
Not that he usually invited girls over to dinner. Technically, Jonathan had
asked them to join the rest, so—
Maddox put a heavy hand
on his shoulder and sat by his side. Oh, damn, here came the lecture or
whatever. Matty was taking a shower upstairs, and Rusty, while he much wanted
to join him, had decided that he might just push the guy too much to be
considered cool.
Therefore, he was alone
with his roommates. All of them. Even Dex stood like
a pole in the middle of the living room and stared him down like he wanted to
extract vital information.
"So, you and Matty,"
Maddox said. "By the way, they asked me to conduct this intervention." He
pointed at Kane and Dex.
"Why doesn't that surprise
me?" Rusty crossed his arms and smiled cheekily at Kane, knowing how much his
attitude usually got on the guy's nerves when it came to doing the right
things, like studying and the like.
Kane grinned back and
winked at him. What was that wink about? Rusty moved his eyes to Dex, who also smirked like he knew shit.
Jonathan, at least,
looked like he was siding with him, because his eyes were warm, just like his
smile. Ah, so they were all going to make fun of him, except for Johnny boy.
"All right, boys," he
said cheerfully, "what do you want to know? Want me to give you the spiel about
the bees and the bees?"
At least, that seemed to
rattle Kane's cage for a change. The guy made a shocked face. "Have the two of
you already gotten there?"
"There where?" Rusty
asked, offering solicitude and openness with the charm of a middle-school
teacher.
"Stinging each other,"
Kane said in a deadpan voice.
Rusty waved. "Not yet. I
hope you assholes don't plan to ruin it for me, though."
"We don't even know how
we could do that," Dex intervened. "What's the deal
with you two?"
"We're friends," Rusty
pointed out. "Really close friends, if you catch my drift." He batted his
eyelashes, making them all roll their eyes. Save for Jonathan, of course, who
knew a great deal more.
"How close are we talking
about?" Dex questioned.
"Are you asking about the
distance between my dick and Matty's sexy butt?" Rusty inquired politely.
"Seriously, dude?" Dex looked exasperated already.
"Eh, you know how it is.
If it fits, it sits," Rusty said with a shrug.
That earned him a
collective chuckle. Rusty bowed slightly in front of his audience.
"Matty looks like a good
guy," Kane said. "Don't do anything to hurt his feelings."
"I'm going to use lube,
what the hell?" Rusty thought it appropriate to show how scandalized such an
accusation made him be. "Why are you all so interested in my sex life again?"
Dex
came closer and squeezed his shoulder to make him pay attention. "We're
interested in your feelings, asshole. Feelings." His mate repeated that word
slowly as if he was in first grade or something.
"Yeah, yeah, feelings,"
he agreed since Dex could get pretty mean and
physical when he wanted to convince Rusty of his point of view. He had to admit
that it was a good tactic. It usually made him yield. "We're cool. We're
friends. We're experimenting." He enunciated the last word while wiggling his
eyebrows. "Stop looking at me like that. I'm not going to go down the Maddox
way," he pointed at his bestie, who grunted to express his annoyance.
"Are you sure?" Kane
asked and stared him down.
"Totally. You won't hear
me about boyfriends, engagements, and whatnot from me. Matty and I are just
friends. And we're going to stay that way. By the way, what got into you to
think about stuff like that?"
Kane gave him a lopsided
grin. "Let's say you two were anything but discreet."
"Did we make that much
noise?"
"You kissed him when he
left his last tutoring session here."
He did? He didn't
remember that. Hell, he was losing it a bit.
"And you were making
noise," Kane added promptly.
"Hmm, I see. Well, I'll
let you live more exciting lives vicariously through me," Rusty offered.
"Generous of you. Not
really. Just don't do anything to upset Matty, okay?"
Yeah, it was totally
okay. Matty would never get upset with him.
***
Eavesdropping wasn't the
polite thing to do, Matty thought as he moved quietly on the landing to go to
Rusty's room. So, they were friends. They would always be friends. That didn't
hurt.
Much.
TBC
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