Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 5
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2021 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Five – Trouble
Finds You
He was totally,
absolutely, not stalking Jonathan. But he couldn't help but notice the guy
entering the sports building and heading for the indoor pool by the looks of
it. Well, Maddox was much in the mood for a swim, too, and since only students
on good behavior were allowed to use such facilities after dark, it meant that
Jonathan had been a goody-two-shoes enough to impress the powers that be, which
was quite the feat seeing the short time he had been there, at Sunny Hill.
Maddox only needed to
pump up the charm to gain entrance everywhere, and he reached for the spare
key, which he knew where it was hidden to get inside after Jonathan went in.
Funny thing, the guy hadn't bothered to lock after going in, and he must have used
another key. Whatever, Maddox would take care of that because he didn't want
their little nocturnal rendez-vous ruined by other
students happening by.
***
He had always loved
swimming. It helped him clear his mind and find solutions to complicated problems,
such as crushing on a guy who was everything he needed to stay clear of. What
was about Maddox he liked so damned much? Yes, he was attractive. Yes, he was
smart. And yes, he was likable, but not only in that superficial way popular
kids usually were. It was just his damned luck that, after running away from an
impossible situation, he would end up in much a similar one.
Drew had been... Jonathan
sighed. He had seemed perfect at first, too, right? Dangerous and sexy, that
bad boy appeal, fantastic body, cute smile, and all that. He just couldn't
believe he was walking down the same path again. There were differences,
however, in how the two compared if he thought about it long enough. Something
was a bit twisted in Drew's soul, as far as he could recall, a certain
ruthlessness that should have sent all his alarm systems on high alert.
Only that he had been too
much in love to pay it any mind. And who was to say Maddox wasn't the same, or
at least not all that could be gleaned at first sight? He was, after all,
engaged in some unsavory activities, and he had the kind of body to prove that
was right. He wasn't into sports like his friends, but those callouses on his
hands were a clear indication that he could use his fists, not only his natural
charm.
Maddox was different,
though, a small voice inside him told him over and over again. He shook his
head. So what? He was a straight boy, and straight boys were nothing but
trouble. Who needed any more of that?
Jonathan performed
another lap and then pushed himself up on the edge. He grabbed the towel and,
lost in thought, proceeded to wipe himself.
***
Hmm, so fully naked
swimming appeared to be Jonathan's secret pleasure. After the party on
Saturday, Maddox hadn't seen him close enough to have a talk, and he couldn't
just send a text and ask for them to meet up, especially since he wasn't in the
mood to work on a school project, but very much on something else.
He watched for a while as
Jonathan swam around, his body cutting through the water with practiced ease.
No wonder he had such a nice lean body. And Maddox could appreciate that he was
keeping himself so smooth because that allowed the unhindered sight of all his
perfect anatomy. Yeap, all those fantastic tight
muscles which Maddox wanted to touch and explore to his heart's content.
He noticed Jonathan
pushing himself out of the water and sighed. It was one thing to imagine that
perfect behind without clothes covering it and another to see it in all its
naked glory—round, perky, tight, everything Maddox loved in an ass. And
Jonathan had awesome thighs and calves, too. Dude was built like a fucking
movie star. It made Maddox almost willing to forgive him for being around one
inch taller. Why that annoyed him, it was hard to say. In his group of friends,
he was the shortest, and that had never bothered him before.
It was also equally nice
to see him out of his usual conservative attire, with his hair wet and looking
somewhat more like a human being than someone you couldn't reach with a ladder
to the stars. Jonathan appeared to be lost in thought as he wiped himself and
then began walking. What could be on his mind?
"Nice weather for a
swim," he said.
Jonathan's head snapped
up, and his hands clutched the towel, pulling it defensively in front of him.
That was a shame because Maddox wanted to check that, too. "Geesh,
man, what the hell?" Jonathan asked.
"What? Do you think
you're the only student who's allowed in here?"
Jonathan averted his
eyes.
"O.M.G., did you break
in? That was why the door was open! How did you do it?"
"Are you going to tell on
me?" Jonathan asked defensively.
"Not if you tell me how
you did it. You're so freaking gangsta! Where did you
live before coming here? Did you do hard time?"
His words were met with a
scoff. Well, now that was the biggest surprise ever. Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes wasn't
good at all. He was a bad, bad boy, and Maddox loved that he was the only one
to know about it.
"No, I wasn't in jail,"
Jonathan replied as if that had been a real question. "But I was in an all-boys
school and an all-boys college later. And boys get bored quickly if they don't
find something to do with their hands."
"They can always jerk
off," Maddox offered promptly. "I bet you have some crazy stories to tell.
Like, was circle jerking a daily thing?"
That earned him another
stern look from Jonathan. Hell, how could he pretend to be all high and mighty
after breaking into a school building? That was grounds for getting kicked out,
presumably. Hopefully not, because Maddox wanted Jonathan to stick around for as
long as they still attended Sunny Hill together. In case someone found out, he
would just say he got them in there, so problem solved.
"Is jerking off really
the only thing on your mind?" Jonathan asked.
"How could you tell?"
Maddox faked surprise. Well, it usually wasn't, but ever since he had met this
dude, he had turned into a compulsive fapper. So, all
in all, Jonathan was to blame anyway.
"You're surprisingly
peppy for someone who lost a dear one only recently," Jonathan said, changing
tack.
Maddox narrowed his eyes.
What was he going on about now? Lost who?
"Your dog," Jonathan
supplied while quirking an eyebrow and letting a small smile tug at his lips.
"Oh, my dog, yeah. Sad,
sad story. He got killed in a car crash."
"I thought she,"
Jonathan's smile grew wider, "had to be put to sleep because she had cancer."
"Right, right, I'm mixing
them up all the time."
"So, you have two dogs
that died?" Jonathan was clearly biting his lips not to break into laughter.
Maddox didn't stop,
though. He started snickering. "You saw through that, huh?"
"Well, it wasn't that
hard. What kind of dark magic are you using to make all these people believe
whatever flies out of your mouth?"
"How do you know it
wasn't all invented by that stupid online fake news piece of shit?"
An appreciative look from
Jonathan let him know that he wasn't alone in his opinion.
"Well, because you didn't
deny it and basked in the attention for the last few days," Jonathan said
promptly.
As he spoke, he made an
attempt to cross his arms, and, in the process, he moved the towel away. Maddox
grinned, angled his head, and allowed his eyes to wander. Way too soon,
Jonathan moved his hand down again and covered the most interesting part of
him. Well, it was the most interesting because Maddox hadn't seen it yet,
although he could tell the guy was interesting pretty much everywhere.
"Why so shy, gangsta boy? Weren't you in an all-boys school? I bet it
was a sausage fest all day long." Maddox made a gesture to grab an imaginary
dick and swing it around.
"Well, there's an
imbalance here. You're all dressed and I'm naked," Jonathan pointed out.
"That's easy to correct."
Maddox pulled his t-shirt over his head in one fell swoop.
"Have fun, then. I'm
heading out."
Ha, like he would let
that happen. He grabbed Jonathan's towel fast and pushed the guy back into the
pool. Jonathan huffed as he emerged back to the surface and stared like he
wanted a piece of him. Maddox laughed and continued to undress. "Let's race. I
bet I'm faster."
"Hey, don't be a pig.
Shower first." Jonathan pointed with his arm in the direction of the
facilities.
"Hmm, I don't know,"
Maddox drawled the words. "Are you going to wash my back?"
To his surprise, Jonathan
swam toward the edge. "Sure. Anything to ensure that you're clean before getting
into the water."
Well, he had said that
mostly to tease, but when had he ever backed down from a challenge?
"After you," Jonathan
said as soon as he was out of the pool.
Dex's
theories about who was gay or not had to suffer some adjustments, because while
Jonathan didn't care to check out girls' cleavages, he also surely kept his
eyes steady without letting them wander lower and check Maddox's junk of which,
by the way, he was very much proud and wanted to show off.
Could it be that he
wasn't his type? After all, Ray the roommate was skinny and looked like a gust
of wind could topple him over. Was that what Jonathan liked, after all? Someone
he could overpower quickly and hold under him while pounding...
"Hey." Jonathan snapped
his fingers in front of him. "Shower. Don't think I'm fooled by your pretty boy
smile like the rest of the universe."
Maddox shrugged and
turned on his heels, all the while pretending that he hadn't just imagined
Jonathan fucking his boyfriend. Even if his cock got a little hard, since no
one cared to look at it, it could do its little happy dance without fear of
being discovered. He stole a look behind and couldn't help but smile.
Jonathan was totally
checking his butt. It was hard to tell what he was thinking since his face was
all a frown, but he was. And that was an up point, no doubt about it.
***
Maddox's bravado was
something to behold, but it looked like none of it was left when Jonathan took
the soap and began washing his back. The famous bad boy was so quiet now that
the sound of running water seemed unusually loud.
If Maddox had walked in
there, thinking of a dare or something silly like that, it must be firing back
if his shy silence was anything to go about. Jonathan had no intention of
pushing it, and he wasn't the type to tease people, even when presented with
such an opportunity on a silver platter.
He pressed his hands
against Maddox's back and moved them slowly. That wasn't supposed to happen. To
be correct, he should just rub the naughty straight boy's back in under one
minute and be done with it.
But no, his hands
lingered, feeling the muscles underneath. Maddox would drive him crazy this
year, and Jonathan just needed to accept it. While clothed, he could only guess
what lay beneath those garments, and now, his imagination was fueled with the
fantastic sight of a broad back that tapered down to a lean and strong waist.
He couldn't resist letting his eyes go lower, resting on top of Maddox's small
back, just above the enticing curve of a lovely ass. For now, he had managed to
avoid staring at the other boy's cock, but it was inevitable that his fantasies
would soon be filled in with images of that, too.
And he bet Maddox was
exceptional in that respect.
"Hmm, that feels good,"
Maddox purred as Jonathan moved his hands around, stopping short of that
scrumptious behind.
If that were him from one
year ago, he would wrap his hands around that broad chest, filling them with
the perfect pectorals, and he would press his lips against the slight curve of
a round shoulder. He would align their bodies together and let the water pour
down their skin while he would allow pure unadulterated ecstasy to take over
him and forget about anyone and anything else existing in the world.
He stepped away. "I
believe that covers it," he said in a raspy voice. "I'll leave you with the
rest. Be thorough, okay?"
"Yes, dad," Maddox threw
over his shoulder.
Jonathan smiled. Maddox
probably couldn't imagine what he was doing to him, but it was fine. He walked
out of the shower and dunked into the cold pool water to clear his mind.
***
What the fucking hell?
Maddox grabbed his cock and held it until his erection finally decided to take
a breather. He had practically stood there, waiting for Jonathan to take a
fucking hint, and nothing had happened! Nothing!
He had never been in that
kind of situation before. How did girls do it when they wanted a dude to get it
on with them? Maddox had kind of an idea, but he doubted that he could flutter
his eyelashes at Jonathan, smile prettily, bite his lips, and caress the guy's
arm with a hidden promise in his eyes.
Well, maybe he should
have done all that because simply standing there doing nothing hadn't worked.
At all. It had to be that he wasn't the guy's type, but fucking tough bananas,
Jonathan surely was his. He had seen naked dudes by the ton in his life, and it
had been nothing like this before. Even his hands felt nice, firm, long fingers
working his muscles...
He needed to up his game,
he decided and began soaping rapidly. There was no way, but absolutely no way
that his dude could provide so much fap material and
not see what he was doing. Maddox felt his good mood returning as a sly plan
began forming in his head.
Jonathan was already back
into the water, so Maddox let out a war cry, rushed toward the edge, and
jumped, making a big splash. When he resurfaced, he was happy to see Jonathan
laughing. He was so serious most of the time and clearly needed to unwind more
often. Maddox splashed some water in his direction, and Jonathan ducked.
"So, what should we bet
on?"
Maddox pondered. "Whoever
loses has to answer the other's questions."
"One question," Jonathan
replied. "There's no way I'm letting you pick my brain, or tomorrow Xpress is
going to tout all over the place that I like sticking feathers in my ass and
eating edible underwear with strawberry flavor."
"Is that the kind of
thing you're into?" Maddox grinned and watched Jonathan, who offered a broad
smile in return.
"Of course not. That
would be their version of our conversation if I told you I liked ice cream and
that I once petted a chicken when I was four."
"All right. One question.
But just so you know, everything you say, it'll stay between us." With that,
Maddox moved quickly and cut through the water, taking Jonathan by surprise.
"It's on!"
"You cheeky --" Jonathan
stopped with a huff and followed him.
The guy was fast and
strong, but Maddox was willing to kill his lungs over finding the answer to the
question he wanted to ask. He focused on moving as fast as possible and pushed
all his muscles until he got to the other side.
Jonathan followed him
shortly, but it was clear as day who won. "I didn't think you were a cheater!"
"Your fault for not
paying attention," Maddox shot at him.
He hoisted himself up and
sat on the edge. Jonathan followed his example, and this time, Maddox stole a
look at the guy's cock. It looked like Mr. Perfectly Groomed liked leaving a
little bit of a bush right above his sex. That was nice and a bit kinky. Maddox
felt an itch to grab the guy by the hair down there and then stroke his cock,
which unlike his, which seemed to be in overdrive, was completely flaccid now.
Still, it looked yummy even in its dormant state.
"So, what do you want to
know?" Jonathan woke him from his reveries.
"Ah, right. Top or
bottom?"
"Excuse me?"
"No, I won't. Are you a
top or a bottom?"
"Is this what you want to
know? The straight boys here are an interesting bunch."
"Not all, just me. Now
dish out. Which one are you?"
Jonathan rested his hands
on his knees. "I don't know exactly. I suppose I'd be versatile, but I haven't
yet tried either."
"What? Are you a virgin?"
"Hey, you said one
question," Jonathan warned him sternly.
"It's not really a
question since I already know the answer. You're a freaking cherry boy!"
"Ha, ha, so funny."
"So, you've never been
with a guy?" Maddox pressed further. Now that was a juicy piece of info, not
that he would share it with anyone.
"I didn't say that." A
short, tense silence followed.
Maddox could smell there
was a big thing there, but this time he didn't insist. "Well, that's a bit of a
shock," he commented. "The way you look, I thought you must have bended over
half of that all-boys school of yours."
Jonathan burst into
laughter. "Do I really look like someone easy?"
Maddox snorted. "A total manwhore. Really, who cares about looking as perfect as you
do unless he wants to get laid all the time?"
"Funny thing to say,
coming from the guy famous to have slept with hundreds of girls. And also
putting a great deal of effort in his looks."
Maddox had never been
annoyed by the stupid stories people said about him, especially when they involved
his sexual prowess, but this time, Jonathan's remark irked him. "That's like
95% not the truth," he said quickly. As for putting effort in how he looked...
well, he was a tiny bit vain, that was true.
"But there's still the
5%, right?" Jonathan teased him. "How many girlfriends have you had, Maddox?"
"I don't have to answer
that." Maddox pouted and crossed his arms. "You lost."
"It looks like I did."
They remained silent for
a while. Maddox could feel a smidge of nervousness growing inside him. "Let's jerk
off," he said abruptly.
Jonathan's head snapped
in his direction. "What? Just like that?"
Maddox wasn't going to
let this opportunity pass. He would see that sleepy cock in action, and he
would see it tonight. "Consider it a welcome party that will make your
transition from that all-fap school you've been
before a lil' bit easier."
"All-fap
school," Jonathan said slowly. "You have some weird notions of what goes on in
such places."
Well, he wasn't saying
`no', and that was a good thing. Maddox stood and offered Jonathan his hand.
"It will be fun, I promise. And it's for a good cause since I like to excel in
all areas of campus life." That earned him a small snicker from the other. "I
need to compare notes. You know, it's tough to be an accomplished student
unless you compete against others."
Jonathan blinked a few
times, probably expecting him to break into a laugh and say that had been
nothing but a joke. Maddox was determined to get what he wanted. "What? You
don't jerk off?"
"I obviously do, but it's
called solo action for a reason," Jonathan said, yet it was clear in his voice
that he was considering it.
"Told you, everything we
say or do here tonight stays between us," Maddox insisted. "Or," he said with a
sly smile, "I could tell on you for breaking in, so... choose."
Jonathan chuckled and
finally took his hand. They rushed to a pair of reclining chairs and shared a
quick look before lying down. Maddox fought a smile of triumph; Jonathan's
slightly pink cheeks told the whole story. Score.
***
He could blame it on
Maddox taking him by surprise, but in all truth, his resolution to resist the
resident bad boy's charm was growing thin and weary. Only through an incredible
power of will he had managed to keep his cock from springing out like a jack-in-a-box
at every move Maddox made.
And now, they were seated
side by side, eyeing each other like they were competitors in a game of chess,
waiting for the main event to begin.
"It's a bit weird,"
Jonathan mumbled. "I have no idea why I said `yes' to this."
"It's not weird," Maddox
retorted. "Guys do it all the time."
"You mean," Jonathan
asked, a bit confused, "do you do this with your straight friends?"
Maddox kept a neutral
face as he spoke. "Yeah, all the time." That was a big fat lie, except for that
time when he and Rusty had tried to prove something, which had only led to them
not daring to look each other in the eye for a whole week.
"Sunny Hill must be an
out of this world place," Jonathan commented. "But how are we supposed to, you
know, get into it?"
"I can serve as
inspiration. I don't mind."
Jonathan hoped dearly
that he didn't look like a deranged person as his eyes traveled down Maddox's
body. They were playing it safe, right? It was just jerking off, and he didn't
want to come across as a prude. He understood why everyone loved Maddox. The
guy was easy to be around, good-natured, and amusing. And that was how he made
everyone do whatever he wanted.
This was as far as they
would go. And since Maddox was the initiator –
He stopped for a moment.
Why did it matter? Was he starting to lie to himself again?
"Hey," Maddox called for
him softly. "It's okay if you don't like to look at my body or something. You
don't have to force yourself. Think of someone you like or whatever."
Jonathan couldn't suppress
a small grunt. Had Maddox sounded vulnerable just now? It couldn't be an act,
he decided. But why would a popular boy like him feel anything of the kind?
Jonathan took a longing look at the flat abdomen and followed the treasure
trail down to the other's sex that was already hard and ready. Maddox wasn't
even touching it, yet the thing twitched slightly, and there was a bead of precum in its tiny eye.
Jonathan swallowed hard.
How little it would take to scoot over and fill his mouth with that tempting
thing. But no, he wouldn't make the same mistake again. Tonight, he would do
nothing more than watch, and that was crazy enough seeing how the boy by his
side was straight, a womanizer, and too beautiful to consider for a moment
desperate enough for a jerking session with a gay guy.
"No, it's
fine," he barely managed. Maddox had hair in all the right places, not
excessive, and just enough to be enticing in a natural way. And he was packed
with muscles everywhere, Jonathan couldn't help but notice as he took in the
perfect thigh a bit raised and leaning against the arm of the chair to allow
anyone looking a clear view of his large ball sack that appeared deliciously
full.
The chances of meeting
Maddox again like this were slim, and maybe his fantasies needed a bit of the
real thing to finally reach their zenith. So Jonathan grabbed his cock and
pulled the skin back with a punishing stroke. The harder he did it, the more
pleasurable it felt. Maddox let out a slight sound of appreciation, and his
hand began to move up and down, too. He brushed his thumb over the head from
time to time, pressing it into the snake's eye like he was manipulating a
shaken bottle of champagne.
"Man, that looks brutal,"
Maddox commented.
Their breathing was too
loud, and Jonathan could feel goosebumps everywhere. His cock needed some hard
discipline, it was true. But he couldn't help but notice how Maddox kept on
torturing his own mushroom. "And that looks like a sadist's trade from where I
stand."
Maddox let out a ragged
laugh. "How about we switch?"
"What do you mean?"
Jonathan was staring openly now, enjoying the view a bit too much.
Maddox took him by
surprise when he stood and walked over. Jonathan had no time to react as the
other straddled him, pressing his ball sack directly against his. "You do mine,
and I do yours."
"Ah," Jonathan said, for
lack of words.
He was frozen in place,
and his cock was pulsing like mad in his hand, although he had stopped rubbing
it. Maddox pushed his hand away and then seized his cock. Jonathan moaned when
the rough thumb brushed over the sensitive head.
"Come on, do me," Maddox
urged him.
It wasn't happening,
right? He just had the most vivid dream ever, and he was bound to wake up soon.
He took Maddox's cock hesitantly and closed his eyes. Together with that insane
torture on his cock, he risked blowing prematurely.
"Why are you so gentle?"
Maddox whispered. "Do mine like you do yours."
"You sure?" Jonathan
asked in a whisper, his eyes still closed.
"I'm not going to go easy
on you, so suit yourself."
Maybe Maddox needed to be
taught a lesson so that he would stop with all the mischief. So Jonathan took a
firm hold of the beautiful thing in his hand and pushed down the skin with all
his strength.
"Oh, yes," Maddox
breathed out. "Man, your dick is uber nice. Totally a
grower."
It must have grown beyond
its usual capabilities, Jonathan thought. He half-closed his eyes to observe
Maddox's cock. It was thick and veiny, not as long as his, but definitely used
to a lot of action. Was it a good thing to watch it from so up close?
He could feel the other's
weight on his thighs, and everywhere their bodies touched, fire burned. One
risky look higher, and his eyes fell on Maddox's face. His sensual lips were
parted, his pretty eyes were glowing, and he was blinking lazily while moaning
now and then.
It had been the wrong
move because his already impossibly high pleasure shot up to the next level. He
grabbed the arm of the chair with his free hand and groaned as he came all over
his chest.
"Fucking A," Maddox
whispered, and Jonathan felt a second round landing on his abdomen, some of the cum spreading over his fingers as he continued to keep
the guy's cock in his tight grip.
He closed his eyes again.
It was official. He was losing his mind, and he was doing it over a straight
boy who could turn him into his puppet at a snap of the fingers.
"I need to go wash," he
said abruptly and almost pushed Maddox hard enough to make him land on his ass.
Good thing Maddox wasn't
some feeble character. He managed to get on his feet just fine as Jonathan
pushed past him and rushed into the shower.
***
So that had been
mind-blowing and a letdown at the same time. Maddox didn't follow Jonathan into
the shower and just began to pick his clothes from where he had left them. He
had his pride, after all, and the guy had just kind of pissed on it by running
to wash like his cum was radioactive or something. Really, he couldn't get out
faster if the entire building was on fire.
Was Jonathan one of those
people who couldn't stand to be touched by others? The kind who worried about
microbes and stuff all the time? That reaction at the end had left him
completely stunned. Otherwise, the other's smooth hand on his dick had been
pure fucking pleasure, just as his moans and the way he tilted his head back
had provided Maddox with fresh new entries to his spank bank.
Fuck, he needed to find a
way to take his mind off Jonathan. No wonder he was still a virgin at twenty;
he probably couldn't stand other dudes and their cum,
and just imagined himself gay so that he didn't have to confront his phobias.
Or maybe, just maybe, he
couldn't stand Maddox's cum, which was bad because coming all over those nice
hard pecks and abs had been practically everything.
He walked over to the
showers and just washed his hands in a sink. "I'll leave the key in the door,"
he shouted. "Make sure to lock on your way out and put the key under the third
flower pot on the right, okay?"
He didn't wait for an
answer. If Jonathan couldn't stand him, he wouldn't stand him, either. Maddox
pursed his lips and marched out of the room. To say that had been a blow to his
ego was to put it lightly.
***
Jonathan waited for the
sound of departing steps to die out. He slammed his hand against the wall hard,
again and again, waiting for the pain to flare until the hammering in his chest
would finally give in.
He couldn't allow himself
to do that, no matter how forthcoming Maddox seemed to be. The disaster called
Drew had almost cost him everything, and he wouldn't turn this into another.
There were only this many chances someone like him could take.
TBC
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