Good
Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 21
By
Laura S. Fox
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Chapter
Twenty-One - The Part Of Me That Wants You
Conflicting
emotions tended to be exhausting, so for the sake of keeping his stamina up,
Jonathan lied to himself that, for the time being, it would just be better to
play along with Maddox's plan. Would a month be enough to get over it? He had
the answer to that, not that he liked it, but he was too weak to resist. On the
upside, he would get plenty of experience, which meant that he would walk into
a real relationship, fully knowing what being together with a guy sexually was
all about.
Yes,
spending time with Maddox, hot and sweaty between the sheets, had a practical
purpose. And wasn't he the one who wished to change? It was a test of his
resolve at the same time. If he fell for Maddox it would be his own fault, and
he would deal with it.
Sure, there
were downsides to giving in to attraction, such as the need for long showers in
the company of his hand. Jonathan snorted at his own inability to get Maddox
out of his mind, as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around
his waist.
"You have a
visitor," Ray announced.
Jonathan
smiled. Having Maddox over so soon was more than he had hoped for.
"It's
Rusty," Ray added.
Jonathan's
smile froze.
"I let him
into your room while you were in the shower. I hope you don't mind," Ray added.
His voice dropped. "He looked like he wanted to walk into the bathroom to talk
to you, but that would have been a bit weird, right?"
Jonathan
sighed. "No problem, Ray. I'll deal with him."
Why was
Rusty there? Could it be that he and Maddox were still mad at each other?
Maddox had a reason, at least. Half a reason. Ten percent of a reason? Jonathan
walked into his room, unprepared for what Rusty wanted to tell him.
The guy was
sprawled on the bed, his long legs hanging over the edge. He straightened up as
soon as Jonathan opened the door.
"I came to
say sorry," Rusty said directly, letting his forearms rest on his thighs,
bending forward. He looked up at Jonathan, holding his head cocked to one side.
Jonathan had
a very disturbing crush on Rhett Butler at a very young age, and although he
had worked that out of his system, the way Rusty was staring upward at him like
that reminded him of Rhett shamelessly eyeing Scarlett from the foot of the
staircase. He shook away the image; he tended to be overdramatic sometimes, and
while Rusty had some roguish charm going for him, his goofy smile had nothing
to do with being an attractive movie icon.
Still,
Jonathan grabbed the towel where it twisted to keep itself in place in a
self-conscious manner. "All right," he said in a cool voice. "Consider it
forgotten."
Rusty's
smile grew broader. "What do you have to hide under that?" he asked.
Could it be
that this brazen attitude got Rusty what he wanted? Jonathan was about to pull
backward defensively when he remembered his conversation with Dex. Rusty was a
challenger by definition. He needed some putting in place. So, instead of
pulling the towel tightly around himself, Jonathan lifted it, grabbed his balls
and cock and flaunted them for a moment.
"Was that
what you wanted to see, Rusty?"
He let the
towel fall back and then crossed his arms over his chest, staring Rusty down,
and feeling pretty smug.
Rusty's eyes
were wide in shock and his lips formed an excited O. "Nice," he commented.
"Again, do it again."
Jonathan
snorted. "Nope, this is all you're getting. Aren't you supposed to be past the
phase when you're curious about other boys' junk?"
"Aren't
you?" Rusty shot back, and his eyes twinkled.
Jonathan
looked down and shook his head with mirth. "Touché," he admitted.
"Touché,"
Rusty mimicked and laughed.
There was
something infectious about Rusty and his good mood. Jonathan could totally see
why he had no problem whatsoever getting girls. He chuckled, as well.
"So, do you
forgive me?" Rusty asked in the same frank way that appeared to define him.
"Sure. All
good?" Jonathan felt the need to ask. He truly didn't want Maddox to be on not
speaking terms with his best friend. He offered Rusty his hand after the guy
stood from the bed.
"Ew," Rusty pulled away, "you just had your hand on your
balls."
"I just took
a shower," Jonathan protested and then wiped his palm over Rusty's shoulder, making
the other snicker hysterically.
"You're
nasty, Hamilton," Rusty said.
"Maybe I
am."
Jonathan was
surprised when Rusty pulled him into a hug. "Be nice to Maddox. Or even nasty a
little, if that's what he likes. Just don't hurt him and stuff. Unless he
really wants you to."
Jonathan
patted Rusty on the back. "I have no intention of doing that."
Unlike the
hug Maddox had given him that time, triggering a chain of events that brought
them to where they were right now, this one didn't give Jonathan any unfamiliar
jolt or the well-known shock of desire. These guys appeared to like hugging a
lot. Rusty released him and, for a moment, they stared at each other.
"Can you
tell me why you did that, though?" Jonathan asked.
Rusty's
shoulders rose and fell, followed by a sigh. "I was drunk, but that's not it.
Maddox is into you big time. And he's my friend."
Jonathan
didn't pretend to understand what Rusty was trying to get at. "And?" he asked,
more and more curious.
Rusty rubbed
the back of his neck and seemed uncomfortable for a moment. "I wanted you to
punch me so that I could get into a fight with you."
"Oh,"
Jonathan managed. "Why?"
The
mischievous green eyes bore into his. "Can I ask you something, Jonathan?" The
rogue seemed serious for a change.
"Sure."
"Don't steal
my buddy, `kay? I mean date him, fuck him, whatever, but let him still be my
best friend."
Jonathan
didn't know how to unpack that. Was that it? Rusty thought he would steal
Maddox as his best friend? "I wouldn't even know how to do that," he replied in
all honesty.
"Good."
Rusty smiled again. "Cause I won't forgive you if you do. I'll come back for
that punch and that fight if it happens."
Jonathan saw
Rusty to the door without another word. What was it with these boys and their
insecurities? And he thought he was a hot mess.
"See you
around, Hamilton," Rusty said.
Jonathan was
about to close the door when Rusty pivoted on his heels and faced him from up
close. "What now?" he asked, only slightly unnerved by the invasion of his
personal space. Slightly, because he was starting to get used to Rusty and his
strangeness.
"You're
really pretty. No wonder Maddox likes you. And that's some top quality junk
down there. Just saying." The last words came with an all-knowing smirk.
Jonathan
groaned, rolled his eyes, and gave Rusty a firm shove. "All right, thanks for
the compliment. But take this piece of advice with you, straight boy. Don't go
around, staring at other guys' junk. That might not be too wise."
Rusty gave
him a solid thumbs-up and walked down the corridor, laughing. Jonathan shook
his head in disbelief. Maddox's friends were truly an interesting bunch.
The thing
was, he thought, as he returned to his room, that a certain something needed
correction. Maddox hadn't ever been in his room, while Dex and Rusty had already
visited him. Today, Jonathan felt courageous, and on top of everything, to
prove that he was in control, he needed to start acting like it.
And he would
call, not text. At the second ring, Maddox answered. "Yes?" he drawled.
Only he
could throw lewd insinuations into a single word. Jonathan felt his cheeks
getting hot and his earlier courage dissolving into a puddle of disappointment
in himself at his feet. "Um, Rusty was here. He apologized."
"Yeah, I
know," Maddox said.
"So, you're
cool with him now, right?"
"Only if you
forgave him."
"I did."
"Then I'm
cool," Maddox replied and laughed softly. "Rusty's not a bad guy."
"I believe
you." Jonathan licked his lips. His throat was suddenly dry, yet his palms were
sweaty. He squeezed his eyes shut. If he did it fast, he wouldn't have to
overthink it. "Would you like to come over?"
"Like to
your dorm?" Maddox sounded slightly surprised.
"Yes, I
think that's what `over' covers."
"Aren't you
studying?"
"Not right
now," Jonathan said quickly. For some reason, he was holding his breath, so he
needed to get out as many words as he could until he lost consciousness or
something stupid like that. "But if you're busy--"
"Guess what?
My schedule just cleared," Maddox replied just as fast.
"Good."
"Good."
"I'm
coming."
"Happy to
hear it."
"I'll say it
again. And again. Once I'm with you."
"Oh."
"I'll be
there soon."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."
Jonathan
threw the phone on the bed and clasped his hands. He had done it, placed a
freaking booty call to the sexiest boy on campus. Obviously, he was out of his
mind, but those were details, and he wouldn't bother with them at the moment.
Maddox was clear about his intentions. Was his ass even able...? Jonathan touched
his backside gingerly. All right, so he hadn't thought this through. Was there
a rule about how long you were supposed to wait for another romp in the hay
after losing your anal virginity?
He ran his
hands over his face. It wasn't like him to be so rash. But he had invited
Maddox over, and that meant that he had to suck it up. It wasn't Maddox's fault
that Jonathan had extended such an overt invitation. They were hooking up, that
had been a booty call, hence Jonathan's ass was up for a—
He didn't
dare to think further than that. A cursory look around the room convinced him
that there was nothing he could do to make it look more orderly. But how would
he go about protecting his ass after getting Maddox's hopes up like that? Maybe
he would offer multiple blowjobs, he thought, as he began to dry his hair.
***
Nothing made
him happier than having Jonathan initiate a hot meetup for a change. So far,
the guy had played it cool, even while admitting he had it bad for Maddox,
which meant that whatever was happening right now was a total win. Just
thinking of those beautiful lips stretched over his—
All right,
he needed to keep it in his pants until he got there.
"Where are
you going in such a hurry?" Kane asked as he jumped down the stairs two at a
time.
"To
Jonathan's."
"Should we
order dinner for you, too?"
"Nah, don't
bother. I'm sleeping over," Maddox replied, convinced that it was exactly how
things would happen. In case Jonathan kicked him out, he would sleep on the
doormat and scratch at the door while mewling forlornly. He knew it would work
from the many cat videos he'd seen in his life. Jonathan would have no choice
but to take him back to bed.
Superb plan.
He was known for those. As soon as he was outside the house, after a hurried
bye to Kane, he willed himself to walk instead of run. It took a lot of his
willpower to do so, but he needed to focus on preserving his stamina if he
wanted to play with Jonathan for as long as his dick demanded.
***
"Hi, Ray of
sunshine," he said as soon as Jonathan's roommate opened the door.
Ray beamed
at him. "His room is over there." He leaned forward and gave Maddox a
conspiratorial wink. "I have really good headphones, noise cancelling and all
that. So consider I'm not even here."
Maddox
grinned. "Good to know. You're a great roommate."
"Great
roommate is my middle name... names?"
"Whatever
you say, buddy," Maddox said and moved quickly past Ray to reach Jonathan's
door. He couldn't slow down if it cost him everything.
After a
short knock, he let himself in. Jonathan was completely naked and in the middle
of the room, looking a bit confused.
"Wow!"
Maddox walked over to him and grabbed him by the waist. "I guess any
misunderstandings must be out of the way."
"Ugh, yeah,
I don't know," Jonathan said, and their lips connected. "You're to blame."
"What for?"
Maddox asked as he brushed his lips along Jonathan's mouth.
"I was
thinking of you and forgot to get dressed."
"No problem.
The way I see it, you saved us some precious moments." Maddox didn't hesitate and
pushed Jonathan toward the bed.
It was
narrower than his, but it would do in a pinch, he decided as he aligned his
entire body with Jonathan's leaner frame. He would never forget how well they
fit together. Maddox could feel a thrumming sensation under his fingertips
everywhere he touched. Suddenly, he no longer wanted to hurry and let one hand
wander over Jonathan's chest while enjoying the scent of some expensive body
wash which the guy must have used recently.
The rise and
fall that came with Jonathan's breathing made his drop in synch, as well. So eager
to find release, his dick in too much overdrive, Maddox realized that he had
never taken the time so far to explore Jonathan from up close.
"Um, what's happening?"
Jonathan's voice was anxious with unhidden want.
"What do you
mean?" Maddox asked while he brushed his knuckles along the other's firm
jawline.
"I thought
you'd jump me the moment you were inside my room."
Maddox let
out a short chuckle. "Did you?"
"Yeah,
that's basically your MO. Our MO."
"At least
you're not placing all the blame on me."
"How could
I?" Jonathan ran one hand through Maddox's hair, pushing it away from his eyes.
"I'm totally nuts about your sexy body."
Maddox
pouted. "Am I nothing but a sexual object to you?"
Jonathan
laughed, pleased with the teasing he seemed to be in charge of. "I'd say this
is a booty call, so, yeah, maybe I do that, as wrong as it might be."
Maddox took
in the amber eyes, the straight nose, the lips curved in an unrestrained smile.
"I've never had anyone like you."
Shadows
drifted over the beautiful eyes. "A guy?"
"I don't
mean that. What I mean is that..." Maddox hesitated for a moment, searching for
the right words because he had never done such a thing before, "you're deep,
there's something in your eyes that makes me feel full like I'm about to choke
if I don't touch you, and when you smile, everything's real."
Jonathan's
face morphed into a softer version, and a new twinkle appeared in his eyes.
"Wow, I had no idea you could wax poetic."
"You're
making me do the unthinkable."
"I do?"
"Yes."
Maddox shifted a little and let his forehead rest against Jonathan's head. This
way, they couldn't stare at each other, but they would be even more intimate if
that were possible. "I want to touch you so much, and yet not to touch you at
the same time."
"Oh." The
single syllable dropped, and with it, Maddox could tell Jonathan's insecurity
was rearing its head.
"Don't be so
disappointed. The part of me that wants you always wins."
He took
Jonathan's lips between his, teasing them slowly. Wandering hands traveled down
his back, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt and pushing it up. They rested on
his skin, soft like feathers. Maddox could feel Jonathan's desire to touch him,
just as great as his.
When had he
ever felt like this? Sex was pleasure, it was about getting it right and then
some, and, of course, about coming. But this, this was different. Maddox wished
they could stay like this for a while, how long he didn't know exactly, but
wanted this to last.
Jonathan
gasped as Maddox went for the side of his neck and began to bite him playfully,
but with soaring desire. Yes, everything this guy did or let out of him, the
slightest grunt, felt like lovemaking.
Maddox had a
sudden urge to taste more, feel more. Their mouths came together like two
halves of a whole, and the flavor of longing he found there overtook him. Yeah,
Jonathan was right. He wasn't the type to wax poetic, but ever since they had
met, he was no longer himself completely, or maybe he was just more than he had
ever been.
"I love your
kisses," Jonathan breathed out once they pulled apart.
"I love your
mouth," Maddox replied and brushed his thumb over Jonathan's bottom lip, full
and swollen now, redder than before and moist from all the kissing.
Jonathan bit
on said lip, probably unconsciously, not knowing that he was provoking Maddox
to bite it, too, devour it until its owner begged to be spared.
"You're too
dressed," Jonathan said suddenly.
"Yeah,
clearly." Maddox straightened up and shed his t-shirt. Beneath him, Jonathan
was staring, his eyes shining, while taking in the scene in front of him.
Maddox knew he was a bit vain, but none of the appreciation he'd ever gotten
before compared to what he could read now in Jonathan's eyes.
Too bad he
had to move away to remove his jeans, but Jonathan surprised him by pushing him
on his back and helping him out of the rest of his clothes with determination.
Maddox gasped as their roles were reversed, and now it was Jonathan on top,
kissing him hungrily.
Their cocks
touched, and it felt so incredibly teasing that Maddox would swear he got goose
bumps everywhere. Could it be that Jonathan wanted to be on top for a change?
Maddox sensed his pulse quickening. Not that he hadn't fantasized about it
before, but maybe he needed a bit of mental preparation first.
He was
slightly disappointed when Jonathan went down on him. His disappointment didn't
last long since a warm mouth was all around his cock, swallowing it like it was
nothing.
"Fuck,
you're so good," Maddox whispered as Jonathan took him deep and fast. A blowjob
was a good way to take the edge off, for sure. Then, without a doubt, Jonathan
would start getting real about topping him.
He didn't
stop to think about it since the sensations in his cock and balls were too
intense for that. Jonathan was playing with his balls while taking him down his
throat like an expert, and it felt like his life depended on getting all the
juice out of them.
Maddox
couldn't last long, not after that day and all his dreaming of that gorgeous
mouth doing such amazing things to him. "Oh, fuck, take it, babe," he whispered
and gripped the coverlet, using all his willpower not to lift his hips off the
bed and choke Jonathan.
He crashed
so hard after that. He could barely breathe and his chest felt full. Jonathan
released his cock slowly from his mouth but he continued to lick it gently and
pepper his balls and thighs with tiny kisses.
Jonathan
surely loved his body, and if Maddox had anything to do with it, he would love
a lot more about him. For now, it was something to work with.
"Kiss me," he
ordered.
Jonathan
raised his head and stared at him. "I just sucked you off."
"And? How's
that a problem? Come here."
The other
obeyed, but with a small annoyed huff.
"Don't
worry," Maddox said, "my cock's all yours. You can do whatever you want with
it."
"Big words,"
Jonathan replied and chuckled.
"I just want
to kiss you," Maddox insisted, and soon, the lips he enjoyed so much were over
his, making him taste cum and desire. "Fuck, you're turning me into a sex
addict."
"How am I doing
that? And weren't you the king of hookups already?" Jonathan protested.
"Yeah, but
it feels like I only used to eat bread `cause I was
plain hungry, and now I'm having the most delicious cake in the universe and I
cannot get enough."
"You're such
a player," Jonathan said and laughed. "No wonder everyone thinks you're it."
"I mean it,"
Maddox insisted and frowned a little.
Jonathan
pressed his fingers against the crease in his forehead, smoothing it out
slowly. "It's all right. I think exactly the same."
Maddox
wanted to tell him that it wasn't like that, Jonathan wasn't just one of many,
but the words resting on the tip of his tongue eager to get out had to be
stopped. Actions were stronger than words, and he didn't like being ignored in
his efforts to prove his true intentions. So he turned the tables on Jonathan,
catching him underneath his chin and biting his neck hard. Then, ignoring the
other's soft pleas, he moved downward, biting and kissing the firm pecs,
stopping only for a moment to tease the cute belly button. With one last lick
of his lips, he dove in and took Jonathan's cock in his mouth.
There was
something rewarding about hearing the other's breath hitch, his gasps and
moans, while his cock grew harder and harder. Maddox felt it against the roof
of his mouth but didn't care. He used a lot of tongue since he was no deepthroater and teased the head and underside until
Jonathan became so vocal that Maddox worried that Ray's noise cancelling
headphones might not prove strong enough. At the same time, Jonathan's hands
were in his hair, pulling hard at it. Even that felt arousing and Maddox had to
push his cock into the bed to calm it down.
He pulled
away. "Give me a facial," he ordered.
The amber
eyes grew wide in disbelief.
"Come on,"
he goaded, "all over my face," as he pumped the other's cock harder and harder.
Jonathan
groaned and threw his head back. Maddox barely had time to close his eyes, as
the first rope of cum hit him.
He laughed
when it was over and licked his lips. His eyes were still closed, so he yelped
when a warm tongue came down on his closed right eyelid.
"Damn,
you're such a fine shooter," he commended while Jonathan licked his face like
an eager dog.
"And you're
crazy," a gruff voice replied.
***
They lay on
his narrow bed, glued together at the shoulder. Jonathan loved how warm and
solid Maddox's body felt so close to his, the sound of his breathing, and the
scent of his skin. Their hands linked together like it was the most natural
thing in the world.
"You didn't
have dinner, did you?" Jonathan asked, to fill the silence. If it went on for
too long, he might end up saying crazy things, so it was better to settle for
the mundane.
"Nope."
"I'll make
something for the three of us. Oh, gawd, do you think Ray heard us?" he asked,
suddenly alarmed.
"He told me
about his awesome headphones."
Jonathan
blushed. Maddox and Ray talked about such things like they were completely
normal. Was he the only one who felt embarrassed?
"I'll help,"
Maddox said and caressed the inside of his palm with his rough fingers.
"In the
kitchen? I don't need it," Jonathan replied.
"Doesn't
matter. I'll come watch you."
"You could
just chill in my room."
"Yeah, but I
might end up humping your pillow because it smells like you," Maddox said
promptly. "Are you sure you want to sleep on a pillow covered with cum?"
Jonathan
wasn't sure he would mind that at all, but instead he said, "Okay, no. But I
warn you, our kitchen is really small."
"I'll try to
sit in a corner and not bother you. Are you going to cook naked?"
Jonathan
snorted, barely keeping in a laugh. "I have a roommate."
"Right. Put
some clothes on, now."
Maddox began
to push him out of the bed.
"Whoa, whoa,
I'm doing it," he protested.
Being
self-conscious more often than not was normal for him, but it was different being
watched by Maddox while he put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
"I had no
idea reverse striptease could be so hot."
He stared at
his guest. Maddox was biting his lips, his eyelids dropped half-way, one hand
on his half-hard cock. "You're something," he mumbled, not knowing how to take
that new teasing. "And come on, you need to dress, too. I hope you don't intend
to eat naked."
"Why not?"
Maddox challenged him. "Ray is a totally cool guy. And I feel awesome in my own
skin."
"Seriously?
So you can be naked around my roommate, but I cannot?"
"I'm
jealous, you're not. That's the difference," Maddox said matter-of-factly.
"You got
Hanna and Ray together. What reason could you still have to be jealous of him
still?"
"It's not
about Ray. It's about everyone. I'm the only one who's supposed to see you
naked."
"Ah, then
you might not like to hear that I practically showed Rusty my cock and balls,"
Jonathan said promptly. The last thing he needed was to have any more
misunderstandings.
"You did
what?" Maddox jumped out of the bed.
"Don't fret
so much. I wanted to shock him a little since he believes he's the only one who
can do that."
Maddox crowded
him, pushing him against the wall. "Jonathan Hamilton, are you secretly an
exhibitionist?" His pretty eyes were twinkling.
"No, but I
told you. I wanted to give Rusty a little of his own medicine."
"Did it
work?"
"Maybe, I'm not
completely sure."
"How much
did he see?"
"As I said,
the whole thing."
"What? Like
your ass, too?"
"No,"
Jonathan protested. So maybe, just maybe, it hadn't been wise to let Maddox
know about this, and now he was clearly being made fun of. "I just flaunted my
junk for like a second to put him in place."
"A second
only? Are you sure?"
"Maybe two
seconds? I don't know. Wait, you're not getting jealous of Rusty, too, are you?"
"I'm jealous
of everyone who breathes the same air as you."
"You're
either nuts, or you enjoy making fun of me."
Maddox got
closer and closer, until Jonathan was plastered against the wall and their
noses touched. The situation was a bit unnerving, until Maddox started
laughing. "I bet he pissed his pants," he said.
"I don't
think so, but I did shock him a little. He might have changed his opinion of
me."
Maddox made
a sudden move and bit his nose.
"Ouch! What
was that for?"
"You're not
allowed to flaunt your junk in front of anyone."
"For real?
It's my junk." Jonathan grunted as Maddox grabbed his crotch and squeezed. It
wasn't at all unpleasant, but he really needed to start cooking, or they would
be forced to have a very late dinner.
"No, it's
not," Maddox countered. "And this is yours." He took Jonathan's hand and placed
it over his cock.
Jonathan wrapped
his fingers around Maddox's manhood, filling his hand with it. "Sounds like a
fair deal," he whispered.
Maddox
kissed him slowly. "I sure hope so. I'm starving, though. We could always order
in. You don't have to slave in the kitchen."
Jonathan snorted.
"People so mistakenly think it's hard work, but it's not. And I like it."
"Then if
it's so great, you'll let me help?" Maddox asked.
The only
thing missing was a wagging tail.
"Sure, I'll
find something for you to do," he promised.
"Good. Let's
go."
"Hey, aren't
you forgetting something? Get dressed," Jonathan ordered.
Maddox
pushed himself away and began dressing, making a show out of it. Jonathan
closed his eyes for a moment.
"Can I sleep
here tonight?"
The question
caught him off-guard. "Sure, if you want."
They
wouldn't get a lot of sleep, obviously, but Jonathan wasn't willing to send
Maddox back to his place for the world. Their month together was bound to fly
by too quickly, so making the most out of it was the best course of action.
"I want. I just
need to know, do you?"
Jonathan
took Maddox by the shoulders and kissed him, short and sweet, on the lips.
"Without a doubt."
The gorgeous
smile he got for that was the only reward that mattered.
TBC
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