Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 22
By Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Twenty-Two – While
Still His
They were both lying on
one side, and Matty found it exquisitely pleasurable like this, because it
allowed Rusty to align his entire body with him so that they were the closest
they could be. Rusty was moving slowly in and out of him, all the while
caressing his neck and exposed shoulder with his lips. While the first time had
happened fast and in a sort of blur of mixed emotions and the pressure of
experiencing everything, all at once, now they were as near to making love as
they could be.
As friends. Rusty had
seemed a bit puzzled, too, regarding the nature of their relationship, but
Matty was willing to take that over being straightforward nothing else but
simple buddies. All jokes aside about being buttfucking
pals and whatnot, what they shared right now was beyond simple pleasure.
Rusty's kisses were soft
and intimate while he moved one hand to caress Matty's arm down to the fingers.
They interlocked their hands and rested them on top of Matty's hip while Rusty
continued to fuck him slowly. It was so nice to feel that they were taking
their time, that they could have this and enjoy it for as long as they could
last.
At a certain level, Matty
had always believe that his crush was nothing more than that. That if he ever
got close to know the real Rusty Parker, he would end up disappointed, the
picture constructed in his head having nothing in common with the stark truth
of a person in flesh and blood, with his own flaws and demerits to which anyone
alive was entitled.
Whatever he was
experiencing right now had nothing in common with that sort of anticipated
outcome. On the contrary, it was more than he had ever wanted or dreamed about.
Rusty was holding him so gently, as if he were afraid Matty would disappear if
he let go.
Maybe that was just the
romantic part of him going slowly and completely crazy in the most delicious
way possible. Rusty probably always had sex like this. He wasn't the king of
Sunny Hill for nothing. He knew how to make love, and that was what made him so
popular with the girls.
Matty knew for a fact
that Rusty didn't look at him and see a woman, though. It seemed that he
enjoyed that Matty had a cock; he liked to stroke it, even put it in his mouth,
and that meant that there were no misunderstandings in that area whatsoever.
Even now, it happened
again. Rusty let go of his hand to reach for his cock and began moving it over
the hard thing with purpose. Matty moaned and tipped his head back, while he
struggled to move his hips to get more of that pleasant sensation. Rusty's grip
was too gentle, and Matty needed more.
At the same time, the
pressure inside his ass was growing, too. Rusty seemed to understand his every
moan and plea, so he increased the pressure, turning it into something fiercer
and unyielding. His lips pressed hard on the side of Matty's neck and he began
moving his hips in short thrusts that hit the right spot, over and over.
Fuck, Matty thought. When
he didn't have Rusty anymore, he'd be in big trouble finding a suitable
partner. From sex to banter, no one would compare to what he had right now. No
point in dwelling on it, though. He lost himself in the dirty whispers Rusty
poured into his ear, while his own body gave in.
Even after, Rusty
continued to move slowly in and out of him. Matty could tell his partner had
climaxed for a second time, as well, which meant that they were both on equal
footing when it came to pleasure. At least, he hoped so, because he felt so
deliciously spent that he couldn't imagine himself capable of anything else but
sleeping at this point.
Rusty snickered in his
ear and rained kisses over it until he became so ticklish that he had to react.
"Rusty!" he complained, when a sneaky tongue lapped at his ear from its lobe
and across the edge.
"What?" came the drawled reaction.
"I'm in the mood for ear."
"So? Order some takeout
or something," Matty suggested.
"Nah. It never tastes as
good as homemade meals."
"Because of Jonathan."
Well, he wanted to pretend a great deal that he wasn't jealous, but he wasn't
entirely sure that he was capable of that. Rusty hadn't cared to elaborate in
regards to how Jonathan Hamilton had given him the gay, whatever that was
supposed to mean. Could it be that Rusty had a bit of a crush on his best
friend's fiancé? Not that Matty didn't understand why. Jonathan was handsome,
sexy in an unattainable sort of way, which had to challenge Rusty, who was
always up for any provocation. And also an accomplished home cook, as Matty had
had the chance to sample that very evening.
That was quite the high
bar if he thought about it. He had no particular inclinations toward such
activities and even if he wanted to start learning, his dorm room was not fit
for culinary endeavors.
Yes, Jonathan Hamilton
was the kind of guy to become the target for a straight guy's crush. Case in
point, Maddox Kingsley had been known to be as much a lady's man as Rusty. Of
course, that had been before his later to become fiancé had set foot on the
grounds of the Sunny Hill campus.
"Why do you bring Johnny
boy into this?" Rusty asked, stopping his train of thought. He smacked Matty's
ass playfully and climbed out of the bed.
Matty took a moment to
admire the guy he had just had sex with. He had crushed on Rusty before having
the slightest chance to see him in all his naked glory. Clearly, he was doomed
because there was no way another dude would compare to that. "He gave you the
gay," he pointed out eventually, while Rusty was using a towel and wiping the
sweat off his head and the back of his neck.
He turned toward Matty,
his hair spiky and pointing in all directions. He looked very much like a sexy
porcupine. "The what?"
Matty rolled his eyes.
"It was you who said it. Care to tell me what happened between you two?"
Rusty grimaced like he
had been ordered to lick a lemon.
"What? Is it something
bad?" Matty asked, somewhat alarmed now. "Something Maddox doesn't know about?"
Rusty waved. "He knows.
Well, I was a major ass one time and had to apologize. To punish me properly,
Jonathan flaunted the goods for like a second."
"The goods?" Matty asked
slowly.
Rusty made a
demonstration by grabbing his cock by its root and swinging it in a circular
motion quickly. "Sometimes I wonder how gay you are."
"Ha-ha, funny," Matty
said dryly.
"Wait, what kind of goods
did you think I was talking about?" Rusty narrowed his eyes.
Matty shrugged. "Like the
ass or something."
"The ass?" Rusty gawked
at him like there was no way he had just said that. "The ass?" he repeated a
little louder. "Did you just imagine Jonathan frigging Hamilton wiggling his
ass at me?"
"What's so hard to
imagine?" Matty protested. "I bet a lot of guys would like to wiggle their
asses at you. Especially the gay ones."
Rusty rubbed his chin and
raised an eyebrow. Something of how he was staring foreboded nothing good.
"Have you ever wanted to wiggle your ass at me, Matty?"
His mouth went instantly
dry. He turned his head away. "All the time," he replied, offering a vague
answer instead of a clear admission of how he had been crushing on the guy in
front of him from the moment he had seen him.
Rusty laughed and plopped
himself on the bed. No, not on the bed, but on top of Matty, crushing him. Good
thing he had turned already or Rusty would have been able to tell that he was
hiding something. He could feel hot breath on his cheek and heard Rusty
chuckling in his ear, but pretended not to notice.
"Matty," Rusty drawled,
"are you jealous of Jonathan?"
"Why would I be jealous
of—oh, fuck you, Rusty," Matty blurted out and hid his face even more.
Rusty laughed out loud,
seemingly very satisfied with himself. He didn't appear to give a damn that he
was really crushing Matty. "You're so like a cat," the whisper poured some
little truth right into his ear. "You don't straight up say what you want."
"Cats don't talk, Rusty,"
Matty retorted, using his most tutor-like voice, not with only a little
difficulty.
"You know what I mean,"
Rusty continued just the same and proceeded to lick his ear with no sign of
caring for his self-preservation.
"Stop it," Matty growled.
"Nope. I'm going to hold
you under me like this until you admit to being jealous of Jonathan because he
showed me his dick."
"Never," Matty declared.
"I see. So you want to go
to war with me, huh?"
Matty gasped in outrage
as Rusty positioned himself for penetration, by what he could feel happening
behind him. He tried to push himself up, but Rusty pushed him back down with
one firm hand between his shoulder blades.
"Since you're so
stubborn, we're going to do it like this," Rusty explained. "You're going to
make a lot of fuss, and I'm going to give it to you until you mewl like a cat
in heat."
"Eww,
Rusty," Matty protested again. "Have you ever heard a
cat in heat? I'd take fingernails on a blackboard instead."
Rusty just laughed. "Then
I'll settle for the next best thing."
"Which is what?" Matty
asked while Rusty easily slid inside him due to all the lubrication already available.
He moaned and had to slap one hand over his mouth as to not give his insolent
bed partner any more satisfaction.
"I won't let you get away
until you shout, from the top of your lungs, that you're jealous and want me
only for you."
"Can I say it really quickly
right now?"
"No way you're getting
out of this. And can't you tell? I'm already so hard in your ass that it would
be inhumane treatment to pull out."
"Inhumane to you or to
me?" Matty asked.
"Both, hopefully," Rusty
offered and began moving his hips.
***
Wow, Matty was pretty
awesome. That was the third time they were going at it tonight, and it was a
lot more than what he had expected with his cute tutor being a virgin and all.
Nonetheless, it looked like the dude could take it, and he even continued to
have a mouth on him, even with his ass so full of cock.
It made him shiver in
pleasure hearing the sounds of their bodies coming together. Matty offered just
the right amount of resistance to play into Rusty's suggestion of acting like
he didn't quite want it while secretly wanting it. He even held his head turn
to one side but with his chin high, to show that he disagreed with the
treatment his unbelievably sexy ass was getting.
"Still resisting?" Rusty
grunted as a myriad of delightful sensations spread from where he was connected
with Matty to the rest of his body.
"Still," Matty assured
him and shot a dirty glance at him over his shoulder.
"Good thing your ass is
squeezing me so hard. It looks like someone can only be honest with the lower
part of his body."
"My foot is actually
itching to become friends with your ass," Matty replied, "so your theory
doesn't exactly stand on two feet."
"I don't need two feet,"
Rusty said brightly while putting his all behind it, "to give it to you."
"I hope you're not going
to make some lame joke about having a third leg," Matty said, but his breath
was coming in short pants, a distinctive sign that he actually liked it.
"I was going to, but now
you ruined it." Rusty pulled Matty close to his chest, forcing him to arch his
back so that they continued to fuck.
All that dry spell he had
been going through since the start of the college year was a distant memory. He
was now holding someone in his arms, someone he knew, not some ephemeral
presence in his life, but a person who no longer had the shine of novelty which
always drew him in, but something a lot more important.
Matty knew him, he played
into his games without needing any explanations, as if they had been born to be
so close, a little more than friends, a lot more than just pals. It tickled him
in all the right places that Matty was jealous of Jonathan, even if he had no
reason to be. Yeah, he was getting owned, and it was a damned pleasant feeling.
"You're my one and only
buttfucking friend," he promised while ramming in with increased speed now.
"I know," came the
arrogant reply.
Rusty felt himself
trembling with a different kind of desire. He knew about sex, almost
everything, he liked to think, but this sudden and increased urge that he would
want nothing less than to wrap himself inside Matty and feel safe that very
moment was completely new. He couldn't remember anything similar to have
happened to him before, all throughout his life.
"Say it," he said
breathlessly, "say that I'm yours, too."
Matty was gasping for
breath just the same. "You're my only buttfucking friend," he replied,
mistaking Rusty's demand for something else.
Sometimes, you had to
take what was available in front of you, Rusty thought as he sensed himself
getting too near to still be able to keep his sanity and prolong their sexual
act. "Here's the proof," he said, grunting and holding Matty close.
There was no witty
comeback. Matty just moaned prettily and pushed his butt back, meeting him
thrust for thrust. Rusty didn't hold back; hopefully, everyone else in the
house was deep in sleep and was not listening to him right now letting out
those animal-like sounds.
Usually, when he had sex,
it was a well-staged performance. Sure, he liked it. Yeah, he fucking loved it,
the prelude, all the teasing, what happened in the middle, and of course, the
finish. But he was on top of it, controlling everything, down to the smallest sound
he made.
With Matty here, moaning
and quivering under him while gripping his hands hard, all that carefully
planned production had been long forgotten. He was free, he was enjoying
himself with no limits to restrain him, and all those new sensations were going
to his head, making him heady, forcing him to soar to new heights.
When they collapsed, they
did it together. And then, the laughter came, just as free and unbound,
straight from Matty's chest.
"What's so funny?" Rusty
asked, pretending to be pissed that his glorious performance was a cause of
amusement.
Matty turned his face, as
much as he could do so while still being crushed and held against the bed. "You
couldn't make me say it."
"Yeah, `cause, you know, it kind of slipped my mind since your
asshole was squeezing my dick so hard," Rusty explained. "I felt lightheaded.
Obviously, my brain was no longer getting enough oxygen."
Matty snickered again. "Do
you happen to breathe with your dick?"
"I cannot live without
it, so you could say that," Rusty replied promptly. He hugged Matty tightly and
rested his head against the other's. "This was a great fuck, Matty. Glad you
chose me."
"Like I had a choice,"
came the smartass reply.
"Good. It's better that
you don't have choices."
Silence followed, falling
over them like a warm blanket.
"Do you think they heard
us?" Matty asked.
"The other guys, you
mean? Eh, they've heard worse, I guess. And don't worry, you don't have to do
some walk of shame in the morning. The people here are not like that."
He could tell that Matty
still had other questions but decided to be patient and let the other decide.
To his surprise, Matty remained silent for quite a bit. He was about to
initiate a new conversational thread, when his wait was brought to a halt.
"Do you like the cat boy
more than me?"
They had been over this,
had they not? But Rusty didn't know if he could tell Matty what exactly pulled
him toward Slicky Coolplums, without making things appear as some sort of a
joke. Slicky had been there for him when he needed a distraction the most,
during the basketball game. And then, Matty had come and dragged him to his
room to read to him from that stupid book, which helped him forget about the
bitterness left behind by his dad's attitude. They were complementing each
other, and Rusty hoped Matty wouldn't ask him to give up on pursuing the cat
boy, because, somehow, he needed them both in his life.
"No, not more," he
eventually replied.
"Less?" came the expected
follow-up.
"No, not less either."
Honesty was the best way forward, or so they said.
"What, really? You like
us both the same?"
Rusty made room for Matty
to turn, but he didn't move away. He kept him trapped between his arms and
looked at his cute face, taking in every line, from the well-defined lips to
the shape at the nose to the glimmer in his eyes. "Yeah," he admitted. "You two
are like the best stuff to have happened in my life lately."
Oh, fuck, he hadn't meant
to be that honest. He was the king of Sunny Hill, or, in other words, the king
of fun and no-strings-attached sex and shallow feelings.
Yet, with Matty, he
sensed that he could be honest to a degree. "What are you doing next Saturday?"
"I don't have anything
planned in particular," Matty replied. He appeared a bit relieved by the change
in topic. Maybe he wasn't that crazy to talk about the cat boy, either, while
they were in bed together naked.
"How would you feel about
coming with me to a birthday party?"
"Here, on campus? Whose
birthday is it?"
"No, not here. It's going
to be a bit of a drive. Maddox is going to lend us his car, I'm sure." He
hadn't asked yet, but he supposed that his bestie wouldn't say `no'. And then,
he added, after a short sigh, "It's my brother's birthday."
Matty's eyes grew wide.
"I had no idea you had a brother."
"Half-brother. He's going
to turn ten. What do you say? I could play the clown. You could... it doesn't
matter. You just come with me. There's going to be cake. I think."
"Sure. I'd love to come
with you."
"Really? It might be
boring."
"Rusty, I said `yes',"
Matty said gently. "And it doesn't matter if it's boring. They're kids. I
suppose that the party won't go raging for the entire night. What does your
brother like? I must bring a gift."
That was a tough one. He
hadn't bothered to get to know his siblings, so he couldn't exactly tell what
Gabriel was into. He wouldn't be caught dead calling his dad to ask, either. If
the man knew what his other son liked, it would be like a stake driven through
his chest. If he didn't, Rusty would pity his baby brother, and that wasn't an
option, either.
He pushed himself up. "Dunno," he said with a shrug. "The same things all boys his
age like."
"I'll google it, then,"
Matty said brightly, as if it wasn't weird that Rusty had no idea what his baby
brother preferred. "I bet he likes superhero stuff. All boys like that stuff."
Rusty turned toward Matty
abruptly. "Matty, you're a genius."
"Because I know how to
google things?"
"You haven't googled
anything yet and still came up with an awesome idea. We'll dress up to make
Gabriel a surprise. We'll go as superheroes."
This time, Matty reached
for his phone on the nightstand. "What superheroes? Do you have something
specific in mind? Like Superman and Lois Lane? No way I'm going to be Lois."
Rusty laughed. "Okay,
you're right. Not Lois `cause I want to see you in a
tighter outfit."
Matty looked at him
wide-eyed. Was he going to protest against that? But he had a lot to show off.
"Hmm, let's see. I guess
I'll be Hawkeye, because I just like the suit and him
being a circus performer and all, plus, it's pretty random and I like that. As
for you..." Rusty pondered while taking in Matty, stretched as he lay on his bed.
"I know," he said, snapping his fingers. "You'll be Nightwing."
"Nightwing,"
Matty said slowly. "Why?"
"Because you'd just look
good in that outfit," Rusty replied, confident of his choice.
"Okay," Matty agreed,
albeit reluctantly. "But what if we're not on your brother's list of favorites?
We don't want to disappoint him, right?"
Disappointment was a
dress code in the Parker family. Why not go for it? The kid wouldn't be
disappointed, but Rusty could barely wait to see his father's face when he'd
come through the door dressed like that. It all worked out perfectly so that he
wouldn't go there looking like he would rather be somewhere else or punch
somebody in the face.
"I don't think he'll
care. We'll just be two super cool dudes dressed as superheroes. You said it
yourself. Kids dig this stuff. I'll take care of everything, don't worry. As
for the gift, we'll buy a little of everything. I mean, I will, of course. He's
my brother."
"No, I can't let you buy
everything. Let me pitch in. And I want to go shopping for toys with you."
Rusty gave Matty a
naughty look. "I really thought it would be completely different when you'd say
that."
As expected, Matty rolled
his eyes. "I believe you have a closet stuffed with those." Then, he turned and
grabbed the fat guy candle from the nightstand. "We didn't light it up."
"We could do that another
time."
Matty turned the ugly
thing in his hands. "Can I have it?"
"Sure." Rusty shrugged
and plopped down on the bed. "I don't have its original packaging, though." He
pointed vaguely toward the closet. "It could be in there, somewhere."
"Don't worry, I'll take
it as it is." As if he was afraid that Rusty would take it away from him, he
pushed himself up and searched for his hoodie and stuffed the thing in one of
the pockets.
Rusty watched him for a
bit. Matty had such a great body. Too bad he hid it under those nerdy clothes
all the time. But maybe it was for the best because Rusty really didn't need
other dudes ogling Matty while he was still his. That thing with Jamie – he had
dodged a bullet there.
"You're staring," Matty
pointed out and passed by him, close enough so they could sniff each other.
Which was exactly what
Rusty did, leaning near and then grabbing Matty in his arms. "I fucked you," he
said with a grin.
Matty tsked. "Always the
smartass, aren't you? By the way, you're behind on our deal. I haven't done one
thing to your asshole."
"We'll get to that in due
time. It's not like you're in a rush to find a boyfriend, right? You know how
important is to study during your senior year."
"Studying and getting
freaky with you. Those two things are at the top of my list," Matty said.
"Good," Rusty concluded.
"That's smart thinking on your part. But then, I expect nothing less from you."
That was a given, then.
He pulled Matty into his arms and kissed him on the forehead, to seal the deal.
***
Waking up with someone
wrapped around him was a bit new. Usually, his bed partners preferred to leave
before midnight, like fairytale creatures. Or maybe that was good for keeping
up with appearances, the kind he'd rather keep up, just because. He looked at
Matty, or better said, at the crown of his head, as they lay together, his cute
tutor partly on top of him, one arm thrown in abandon over Rusty's abdomen.
He could totally dig
Jonathan and Maddox right now. They were waking up most mornings like this. How
come some people know, without a shadow of a doubt that they were good for each
other? That there would never be anyone else?
He had a great friend in
Matty. Well, since last night, a buttfucking friend, too, and it seemed so cool
and uncomplicated to just have someone like that in his life. It made him feel
like there were no longer missing pieces, no matter how hard he looked at
himself.
And they would so rock by
dressing up for his brother's birthday party. They'd look awesome and all. Was
there any fanfiction written for Hawkeye and Nightwing?
It would be a crossover, and those weren't as popular as the fics that involved characters from the same universe, but
still, it was worth checking.
Happy with that
realization, he moved one hand slowly so as not to wake up Matty and took his
phone. Using that one free hand, he started examining the results returned to
him by the search engines. What the hell? There was very little to find, and
the one he did read, the guys were just cuddling in bed and saying `I love you'
to each other.
He pursed his lips. Well,
it didn't matter. It looked like Rule 34 didn't apply to everything-everything
as the credo on top said.
"What are you doing?"
Matty asked and lifted his head.
Rusty pushed him down,
preventing him from sneaking even a peek at the still open page with the fanfic
with the reciprocal I love you's. Matty would
probably think that he was going bonkers.
Matty pushed himself up,
eventually, and Rusty hid the evidence by closing the browser on his phone.
"I guess I should be
going," Matty said and began fishing for his clothes.
"Why so soon?" Rusty
asked.
Matty looked strangely at
him. "I didn't even plan to stay the night." He rubbed the back of his head and
laughed, looking cute and embarrassed. "Which was damn awesome, by the way.
Still, I need to do some things," he added vaguely.
"Sure, sure," Rusty
hurried to reply. "You gotta do what you gotta do. We're still on for the birthday party, right?"
"Totally. By the way,
what's your brother's name?"
"Gabriel."
"And we're still on for
shopping together for the gift, right?"
"Totally."
"Okay."
"Okay."
They looked at each other
for another moment, and then, they moved at the same time and met in the
middle. Rusty brushed the hair off of Matty's
forehead and then kissed it. Matty hugged him briefly.
***
He ran to his dorm, his
heart full. He had had sex the entire night with Rusty Parker. Had it been
real? It must have been. He felt his forehead as if he could still feel Rusty's
kiss there. It had been so chaste and nice after all the crazy stuff they had
done throughout the night.
And they would even go to
Rusty's brother's birthday together. Just how cool
was that?
***
Well,
well, it seems like there's a new sheriff in town... and his name is Connor
Williams. We could go down a dark path and say that it appears that our planet
is doomed if her staunchest defender has stepped down from his role, but there appears
to be a silver lining to Mr. Williams's abdication.
Everywhere
you look, there's no shortage of worlds that need saving, and our accomplished
fellow student has identified another cause worthy of his pursuing. And who
needs more saving than you, our dear guys and gals of Sunny Hill? Ever since
you put one foot after the other, even hand after foot, and the other way
around, until you got on all fours... on these not so holy grounds, you've been
partying, drinking, hooking up... Yes, yes, we're looking at you.
Not
that we're pointing fingers. No, far from us. After all, your wrongdoings and
blunders are our raison d'être... We wouldn't kill the cash cow. Just joking.
We're not making any money, and we can assure you that our killer instincts are
only similar to a bloodhound sniffing prey... We never deal the finishing blow.
What
will be your next move, Rusty Parker? Our pertinacious Mr. Williams is after
your crown, armed with all the doggedness of a grand inquisitor.
For
now, we'll sit back and enjoy the show. We hope it will be at least mildly interesting.
Play with your foe for a bit, Rusty Parker. Don't finish him with one punch.
There's nothing more disappointing than a K.O. in the first ten seconds.
TBC
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