Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 11
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2022 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter
Eleven - Cock Fight
Jonathan
felt like he was being suffocated by how angry he felt. The only explanation
was that Maddox had somehow thought of Ray being the competition or something
along those lines. That, however, gave him no right to put some girl up to
seduce Ray and who knew what else. Hanna appeared to be an honest albeit aloof
girl, and according to her declarations, she liked Ray for real, but that still
didn't make things right.
Maddox
Kingsley, Mad Dawg or not, would have to be held accountable for his actions.
And if there were anything good enough to cure Jonathan of his obsession with
the guy, proving the guy was an absolute asshole after all could do the trick.
He knocked
on the door to the house Maddox was sharing with his friends with increased
urgency. Dex opened it and stared at him for a moment.
"Is Maddox
in?" It would be so stupid if he had hurried there without even knowing if
Maddox were home.
Dex grinned
and opened the door wider. "Sure. Upstairs--"
"I know
where it is. And please, wipe that grin off your face. You better keep 911 on
speed dial."
Sure enough,
Dex's smile faded rapidly. Jonathan moved quickly
past him and rushed up the stairs, but not fast enough to not hear Rusty
commenting, "911? Just how kinky are you two going to get?"
He ground
his teeth hard. This had nothing to do with being kinky, and damn if Maddox
couldn't make him hot under the collar in all possible ways, and not all good.
What was he thinking? No way was good with the most popular slash bad boy on
campus, and he needed to get him out of his system for good, while trying to
get himself out of the other's at the same time.
The first
thing he did when he stopped in front of the door wasn't to take a deep breath,
but to knock angrily and then let himself in. Too bad for Maddox if he were
naked with some girl in his bed. He surely deserved the embarrassment.
"What the
absolute hell, Kingsley?" he started as soon as he let himself in and slammed
the door behind him.
Instant
regret over not taking that deep breath almost knocked him off his feet the
moment his eyes landed on Maddox. Who was indeed naked, save for a pair of
shorts, and was doing reps with dumbbells in both hands while listening to
music on his headphones. His muscles were glistening and, for a moment,
Jonathan did nothing but stare at those gorgeous arms and perfect washboard abs.
He temporarily forgot why he was there and wondered why he couldn't just walk
over and run his hands over those amazing pectorals while deciding if they were
truly real.
His unwitting
host grinned at him, dropped the dumbbells, and took out his airpods, throwing
them quickly on the desk. The pretty gray eyes gave him a suggestive once over,
then Maddox picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Jonathan
had the weirdest desire that he would just stop there and leave the rest alone.
"What's up,
Hamilton? Knocking on my door already? Want some sugar?" Maddox drawled the
words.
That had the
effect of a cold shower, and Jonathan remembered right away why he was there,
filled with wishes for righteous retribution. "Don't you dare joke around," he
hissed. He walked over to Maddox and pushed against his shoulder, his perfect,
sweaty shoulder, with two fingers. "Why on earth would you send that bunny to
attack Ray?"
"Attack?
Bunny?" Maddox asked, looking adorably confused.
Ha! Like he
would fall prey for the same act again. "Hanna," Jonathan said through his
teeth. "Does the name Hanna ring a bell or do I need to box your ears until you
remember?"
"Ah, Hanna.
Why are you calling her a bunny? It's not very nice and her front teeth are not
that big."
Jonathan
groaned. "You put her up to seducing Ray. Why? Was it some weird way of getting
back at me? What for?" Somehow, Maddox's naked chest was too distracting and
his eyes just kept wandering downward. His fingers itched to drag themselves
through the dark hair covering them. In the process, his righteous anger was
finding it hard to stay hot.
"I had to
know if you turned Ray, too," Maddox said promptly.
"Turned
Ray?" Jonathan's voice rose another notch.
"Yeah. If
you made him gay," Maddox explained, like there was any need for that.
Jonathan
sputtered, annoyed. "That's certainly not the case. And Ray could be bisexual,
not that he is, and it wouldn't be your business anyway. That's it," he added
quickly. "If you have a problem with me, come to me with it. Leave Ray alone."
"Why? Is he
your boyfriend?" Maddox threw at him tersely. "Because he sure was quick to
forget about you--"
Jonathan
took two steps back and put his fists up. "Let's settle this with some old-fashioned
throw down. As you can see, I'm a gentleman and I'll give you a chance to
prepare this time."
Maddox gave
him a stricken look. "You came here so that we could throw punches at each
other? Are you insane?"
"Indeed I
am. Before, landing that punch was clearly beginner's luck, and I'm starting
not to regret it. Given how much experience you have with fights, I'll probably
be in a world of pain within the next minute, but I'm here to settle things
once and for all."
***
What the
hell was Jonathan spewing now? And he wanted to fight? Not that he didn't look
kind of cute, all worked up like that, Maddox thought and grinned. Well, seeing
how much of a prick he was being, he didn't deserve to learn the truth about
Hanna, at least not right away. It appeared that Jonathan thought him to be a
bad boy, and now Maddox was more than willing to prove him right just to give
him a taste of all the suffering he had endured over the last weeks because of
him.
Jonathan
still wanted him like crazy, and Maddox was no longer willing to overlook that.
Even now, seething with rage and trying to act tough, he was letting his eyes
wander down, and his eyelashes flutter, while his lower lip trembled just a
smidge.
Maybe he had
no experience whatsoever with guys, but boy, Jonathan would not leave this room
the way he'd done before. Maddox moved fast and caught Jonathan's wrists with
ease. He smirked as he sensed not that much resistance from the other, and a surprised
gasp told him what he needed to know. Forcefully, he began to push Jonathan
backward, manipulating him so he landed on the bed. With ease, he straddled his
waist and held him between his thighs, making sure to apply enough pressure to
ensure that there was no escape for his prey.
Showtime.
"You're talking
about being a gentleman? I've been nothing but that ever since we met, and
you've been nothing but a prick about it."
Jonathan was
staring at him with wide eyes. His breath was coming in short puffs, and he
smelled of nothing more than arousal. Yeah, Maddox thought, the dude was just
as horny for him as he was.
"A
gentleman? When were you that?" Jonathan protested, but made no move to free his
hands, as if his entire strength had drained out of him.
"I had you
here," Maddox growled menacingly while trying hard not to break into laughter.
Since Jonathan had it so bad for bad boys, he had to oblige. "You were in this
room, and I had my hands almost in your pants, and I let you run away. Then I
had you tied to a tree, and I let you escape again."
"I thought
you said I was the escape artist," Jonathan said defensively. "Not that you let
me go."
Maddox
smirked. "I was just being careful of your feelings, darling. But seeing what a
huge jerk you can be about other people's feelings, you deserve to be treated as
you should." With that, he let go of Jonathan's wrists and pushed him onto his
back. He loomed above him, enjoying every moment of watching Jonathan lick his
lips and let out small huffs while doing nothing to release himself. "Tell you
what. I'm going to give you a chance to get away this time, too." He pressed
his crotch against Jonathan's and grinned when his body met the unmistakable
hardness there. "I'm going to kiss you and count to ten. Then I'm going to see
if you got hard. If you're limp and still hate me, I'm going to let you go.
See? I'm actually a good guy."
Jonathan
snorted. Ah, so there still was some fight left in him. "I'm not playing your
--"
Maddox
pressed their lips together fast, enjoying how Jonathan opened his mouth right
away to get tongue. Just as fast, he pulled back, leaving the other wanting
more. He grabbed Jonathan's crotch and let a grin split his face. "Ten,
jackpot."
"Ten? You
didn't even count," Jonathan protested.
"I can count
really fast, and Hamilton," Maddox said while pushing himself off the bed,
"that's a perfect ten erection right there. Come on, out with it, so that we
can finally do what we should have been doing since the first day we met."
Jonathan
pressed his hands over his crotch in a defensive manner. "What do you want?"
Maddox knew
he was pushing his luck, basically, but all this playing around with Jonathan
was driving him nuts. "You wanted a fight. So let's have it. Only it's going to
be on my terms."
"What do you
mean?" Jonathan mumbled.
Oh, but he
was so pretty, horny and confused like that. He could be out and proud all he
wanted, his lack of experience just made him all the more desirable. Maddox
decided on the spot that he would be Jonathan's first in all ways possible.
He pointed a
finger at him in warning. "We're going to have a cock fight. Get rid of your
clothes. I want you naked by the time I count to ten."
"But you
count really fast," Jonathan complained.
"I'll make
an exception and count like an average person. One. Off with the sweater."
To his
surprise, Jonathan followed his command obediently and pulled the sweater over
his head.
"All right.
Two, the shirt."
Hopefully, Jonathan
didn't have on more than ten articles of clothing. By eight, he was just as
Maddox had wanted him for so long, naked in his bed, wearing nothing but the
most delicious blush. With a smirk, he pushed down his shorts, letting his
erection bounce around happily. Then he climbed on the bed and straddled
Jonathan again. "Sorry about not taking a shower," he whispered, only then
realizing that he was kind of stinking. "Should I--"
"It's all
right," Jonathan whispered and wrapped one hand around the back of Maddox's
neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
***
A fight was
a fight, Jonathan thought as he let his lips crush against Maddox's plump ones
with reckless abandon. Despite his horrible manners, Maddox had a point, and
that was the surest way to work it out of their system, the both of them. Any
belligerent intent was gone from his mind now, and while he was acutely aware
that he was basically succumbing to the one thing he had promised himself not
to succumb to, it was impossible to stop.
One way or
another, he would set things straight with Maddox, and then everyone's universe
would get back to normal. "How is this cock fight supposed to work?" he
murmured against the other's lips.
"Like this,"
Maddox said and pressed their hard cocks together.
The friction
was too little and still killing him at the same time. Jonathan couldn't suppress
a moan. "What are the victory conditions?"
Maddox moved
his lips along his jawline, making him mad with desire. He was shaking with it
by now, and he probably should have thought twice before barging in and
stumbling over a naked sweaty Maddox. The scent of the other's skin was enough
to drive him crazy, but he needed to go all in and plow through until there was
nothing left of this ridiculous crush.
"Victory
conditions, hmm," Maddox hummed against his skin. "Whoever comes first will
have to be the other's slave for a month."
"A month?
Seriously?" Jonathan breathed out. Naughty fingers were pulling gently at his
left nipple, sending ripples of new arousal straight to his cock. At the same
time, Maddox was getting busy devouring the side of his neck, by sucking in the
skin and letting it free with loud lewd noises. "And what would this slavery
entail?"
"Everything,"
Maddox said enigmatically.
"I can't
sign up for that, it's just too vague," Jonathan protested meekly.
Maddox was
grinding against him slowly. "Then let me phrase it like this. I'll win--"
"You're so
full of it," Jonathan shot back.
"Don't
interrupt. I'll win, and then, for one month, we'll hook up like crazy."
"Do you
expect me to have sex with you?" Jonathan asked, trying so hard to muster
outrage where there was none. "I don't intend to let you fuck me in the ass."
Hell if he didn't intend to do just that, but only because he was completely
out of his mind.
"Then don't
lose," Maddox said with an all-knowing smirk. "Just so you know, I wasn't
thinking of full-blown penetration, but since you brought it up, I'm seriously
warming up to the idea."
"What? But
what could hooking up mean?" Jonathan tried to backpedal, with no success. Now,
Maddox's tongue was in his ear forcing all rational thoughts to leave his head.
"Lots of
things, virgin boy. I'm not the one obsessed with anal fucking, though. It must
be that you've thought of it already." Maddox's voice was sweet as honey in his
ear. "Have you, Jonathan? Ever thought of me fucking you? Popping that
delicious cherry of yours?"
He squirmed
and trembled. With one impossible last effort, he stared into those naughty
pretty eyes, and froze. Maddox freaking Kingsley was making fun of him! "No,
never," he replied stubbornly, unwilling to lose so easily.
Maddox moved
again, pressing hard against him. "Liar," he teased. "Don't worry. I'll make
you want it. I'll drive you as nuts as you're driving me right now."
"I'm doing
nothing," Jonathan replied. Everything Maddox did to him made him dizzy with
more want.
"Then maybe
you should start if you don't want to lose this cock fight."
That was,
actually, good advice. Jonathan had never thought of himself as some seducer,
but one thing he could do. He brought his mouth over Maddox's lovely lips and
pushed his tongue inside. Tasting that bad boy was like tasting everything that
was sweet and forbidden in the world. He should have known better, but there
they were, and maybe it was better to just have this burn and fizzle. Maddox
was sure to get over it once he satisfied his curiosity regarding sex with a
guy.
But letting
him fuck him? That was a stretch, so yes, maybe he needed to put his all into
not losing. Maddox, after all, knew as little about sex with a guy as him, and
that gave them the middle ground needed for a fair fight. Jonathan allowed his
hands to wander down Maddox's muscular back until they reached the enticing
curve of his ass. This straight boy needed to be taught a lesson, after all. He
grabbed the round mounds with his hands and began to tease them together,
parting them and pushing them together while his fingers inched closer and
closer to the crack.
That
appeared to make Maddox forget all about teasing and talking. He moved his hips
faster now, grinding more against Jonathan, and making their cocks slide one on
top of the other with increased urgency.
"How about
this?" he whispered. "What if I'm actually thinking of popping your bad boy's
cherry?"
His fingers
hit a homerun, pressing against the warm skin and dipping in just a little.
Maddox said nothing, at this point letting out nothing but small grunts and
strangled cries. As revenge, Maddox kissed him to shut him up while moving his
cock over his harder and harder, in punishing thrusts. Jonathan did his best to
keep his middle finger right against the entrance to Maddox's hot as a furnace
hole. Warming up to what idea? He was scorching hot while Jonathan teased him
about being the guy to take it like that.
Not that he
didn't think of Maddox being the perfect guy to save him from the likely fate
of dying a virgin. He had thought of it while masturbating. The mere imagined
picture of that hard cock sinking inside him, making him crazy, had been enough
to send him over the edge on numerous occasions, during his sleepless nights.
Maddox wasn't the only one incapable of getting much rest lately.
Suddenly,
Maddox changed the angle, and his glans slid over Jonathan's, changing the
game. A short, intense shot of arousal flashed through his brain. It was too
late when he realized that he was a goner, and he had just lost to the
notorious Mad Dawg.
Jonathan
came with small huffs and moans, biting his bottom lip and throwing his head back.
Maddox just made it worse, no, better, no, worse, by biting his neck and
claiming him as his body shuddered in release.
"Fuck yeah,"
Maddox whispered and pushed himself back.
He was so
beautiful like that, sweaty hair in his eyes, his muscles taut like springs, his hand moving over his erection faster and faster.
Jonathan lay
there in defeat, breathing hard and still shaking from that insane climax.
"Can I shoot
on your balls?" Maddox asked, biting his lower lip and looking over Jonathan's
body. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot on your balls."
Jonathan had
no power to protest as Maddox's warm cum landed on his ball sac. He let out a
few more gasps as Maddox brushed the head of his cock against the skin there,
spreading his cum around. He was claiming him in a way, even without fucking
him.
And he had
no qualms about it.
"Stay here,
I'm going to get some tissues," Maddox warned.
Jonathan
watched as Maddox staggered around. Without thinking, he began touching his
sac, enjoying the feeling of having all that cum spread around. And then, he
brought his fingers to his lips and tasted Maddox just as he had been dreaming
of.
"I'm glad to
see you're no longer thinking that my cum is something
radioactive," Maddox stated as he came back with a bunch of tissues. "Wait," he
stopped abruptly, "were you eating my cum just now?"
Jonathan
froze. "No," he denied.
Maddox's
face lit up with a huge grin. "You totally were. How is it?" he asked
excitedly.
"Taste it
yourself, don't ask me," Jonathan said quickly.
Maddox
laughed and jumped on the bed. "Nah, but maybe I'll have a bit of yours." With
that, he leaned over and took one of Jonathan's nipples into his mouth. Then he
smacked his lips. "You had a bit there. Fucking A shooter, aren't you?"
Jonathan no
longer had it in him to protest. "I should go," he said meekly.
"Wait,"
Maddox said while wiping him slowly. "The thing with Hanna. She always wanted
someone to talk to about what she really liked. That's why I told her about
your Ray since I knew from Dex what kind of books
he's into. Just so you know. And yeah, I was jealous and wanted to make sure I
didn't have to go against your roommate, too. Or start wearing glasses and
striped polo shirts."
Jonathan
chuckled. "Striped polo shirts? Is that the latest fashion among guys who are
into illegal fights?"
"What
illegal fights?"
Jonathan
blinked. So maybe, just maybe, he had taken whatever BS Xpress was serving too
much ad litteram. Maddox, with his big puppy eyes, couldn't be into that. He
didn't give off that kind of vibe. "Never mind. I'm still mad at you for that
Hanna thing. Pray that she makes Ray happy or else."
"Or else
what? Are you going to drop by for another cock fight?" Maddox gave him a lewd
once over. "I'd say that you had your ass handed to you."
"Yours
wasn't bad either," Jonathan threw at him, along with a smirk that he hoped was
suggestive enough.
"Shut up,
slave. You're it for the entire month."
"I'm
shaking." It was good to have his wits back.
"No pulling
out, Hamilton," Maddox warned.
"All right.
Bring it on, Kingsley." Jonathan was pretty sure this bout of courage would
wear off the moment he was out the door, but, for now, it served him to play it
cool in front of the other.
Especially
since Maddox was pretty cute when he didn't appear all sure of himself.
***
All right,
so that had been a fucking amazing experience, Maddox thought as he accompanied
Jonathan to the door, all the while sending pointed looks at his friends who
were following them with their eyes like the circus had just arrived in town.
Fortunately, even Rusty held his tongue, which was a blessing, no matter how
you looked at it.
"I'll call
you," he told Jonathan, fighting the urge to give the guy one last kiss for the
road, right there, in front of his buddies.
They would
make sure he never lived it down and tease him about being cock-whipped for all
eternity. In truth, he was ass-whipped and cock-whipped and Jonathan-whipped,
but that wasn't something he would enjoy being teased over.
As soon as
the door closed behind Jonathan, however, Rusty wasted not one precious moment.
"Did you guys fuck?"
Maddox
turned toward his friends to face the music. "No, what the hell? What am I, a
two-pump chump?"
Kane stared
at him like he was growing another head. "You were in there with him for like
forty minutes."
"And we only
heard yelling for like five," Dex chimed in.
Maddox
shrugged. "Yeah, time flies," he said.
"What do you
mean?" Rusty asked. "What did you guys do in there? And how come we didn't have
to call an ambulance?"
"Ambulance?"
Maddox asked, blinking and trying to figure out what Rusty meant by that.
Dex supplied
the explanation. "Your sweetheart walked in here, ready to commit murder.
Forgive us for worrying about your ass."
"Ha, if you
were so concerned, how come you didn't check on me?" Maddox crossed his arms
and studied his friends in turn.
Kane
smirked, Dex wiggled his eyebrows. Rusty put his hand up. "I did. But after
listening to you two smooching and moaning like dogs in heat for like two minutes,
Kane came and dragged me back downstairs. I would have stayed there, you know?
And I would've come to the rescue, just so you know, 'cause
you're my bro."
Maddox ran
one hand over his face. "Kane, I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you
for that."
"Hey," Rusty
protested, "I was the one willing to listen to your gay smooching for like half
an hour."
"Yeah,"
Maddox confirmed, "of course. Just thank Kane for not letting you do it. Hey,
what is that stupid digital rag saying about me lately?" He changed the topic
quickly before Rusty had a chance to ask for more explanations and probably an
entire step-by-step recounting of the events. "That I'm into some kind of
illegal fights?"
Dex
shrugged. "I don't read that shit. Ask Rusty."
"Illegal fights?"
Rusty raised his shoulders and let them drop. "Maybe, but I don't remember it all.
Like cock fights?"
"Yeah,"
Maddox grinned, "just like cock fights."
He walked
back to his room, fending off his friends' demands for more details by telling
them that he needed to take a shower. He did need one, since he practically
reeked of sweat and sex, but also because he had to check on something that
Jonathan must have triggered with his wandering fingers.
TBC
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