Good
Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 9
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Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Nine
– Escape Artist
Jonathan
took advantage of Maddox's insane popularity to make himself scarce from his
host's view as various people began dragging the star of the party to and fro
while trying to convince him to be part of their shenanigans. Now he was free
to play the wallflower, and he was fine with it. The good part was that Ray
seemed to be enjoying himself a great deal as Dex, Maddox's friend, had him
literally under his wing, holding him by the shoulders and plying him with
alcohol. Jonathan hoped he wouldn't have to deal with a very drunk Ray
afterwards, but if push came to shove, he would do his best to help his
roommate.
He leaned
against the wall and took in his surroundings. Moments like this made him feel
a bit alone and out of touch. It was too dramatic to think that he felt older
than his years, but how many people in that room could say that they had gone
through an experience similar to his? All his life, he had been sheltered,
allowed to feel happy and carefree, and then, suddenly, the rug had been pulled
from under his feet. And his parents, their judgmental eyes, had been too much.
To think that they wouldn't believe him, or at least accept that he had his own
side of the story to tell. The one that belonged with the truth they hadn't
cared about.
Was there
anyone at the party that had felt as alone and scared as he had felt at that
time? The happy faces around him told him everything he needed to know.
"We should
stop meeting like this."
Connor
offered him a red plastic cup and smiled. Jonathan took it and murmured his
thanks. "Do you mean, when the music is too loud, and people can't hear each
other?"
"You gotta
admit it that it's not as loud as in other places," Connor commented and leaned
against the wall to his right. "The Amazing Four know how to pull off a class
act when they want to."
The Amazing
Four? If things weren't already ridiculous enough, Maddox's group of friemds
had to have a nickname like that. And he had no idea about what Connor meant by
a class act, as this party didn't look that different to him as opposed to
others.
"I see that
my joke was not well received, so I must suck at making them."
Connor
offered him a pleasant smile, and only then Jonathan realized that the guy had
actually put in the effort to brush his hair and no weird smell wafted away
from his beard this time. Also, he wasn't accompanied by his usual posse and he
wasn't talking about the important task resting on his shoulders alone, aka
saving the planet.
"Oh, it was
a joke? I'm afraid I'm the one who's slow on the uptake," he said courteously.
Connor
stared into his cup for a few moments and sighed. "Jonathan, I cannot help but
think that I gave you a wrong first impression. No, let me finish."
Jonathan had
made no sign that he wanted to interrupt him but said nothing on the matter.
"I tend to
be a little too overbearing with the things I'm passionate about, so I didn't
realize that I was making no effort to get to know you."
"It's
admirable to have a passion and be so involved with it," Jonathan offered
politely.
"Yes, but
that pushed you away." Connor gave him a shrewd look.
"I wasn't
sure you were interested in me," Jonathan said, aiming for a truth that
wouldn't inconvenience either of them.
"I am,"
Connor said directly. "I think you're a nice guy, the kind worth getting to
know better. So, do you think we can start again? I promise I won't try to kiss
you out of the blue anymore and force you to leave the party early."
Jonathan
nodded. This was what he needed, someone uncomplicated who spoke his mind,
right? And Connor wasn't unattractive. On top of it all, he was openly gay,
too, so there would be no sneaking about and looking over the shoulder.
"All right.
Hi, I'm Jonathan Hamilton."
"Connor
Simmons. Delighted." Connor shook his hand and held it, brushing his thumb over
Jonathan's skin before letting go. "So, what brings you here?"
"To this
party? My roommate, Ray."
Connor
laughed. "I like a man with a dry sense of humor."
What do you
know? Connor could be pleasant when he put his mind to it. Jonathan fell into a
natural flow of conversation right away. It appeared that Connor was capable of
talking about other things besides the impending and untimely death of Mother
Earth.
***
Maddox
munched on a cracker with a vengeance, as he observed Connor all over Jonathan.
They were chatting, but they looked like they were having fun, and that ground
his gears. One of these days, he'd have a throw down with Connor, although he
had never had one with anyone before, and that's if he didn't count how Jonathan
had almost floored him with a single punch.
Nonetheless,
Connor was trying to steal Jonathan, and he couldn't let that happen without a
fight of some sort. He didn't know how that was supposed to go down, but he was
pretty sure that if it were a kissing contest, he would win it, and then,
Jonathan would have no choice but to kiss only him.
Rusty threw
one arm over his shoulder. He pointed at Jonathan and Connor who were
fortunately too far away to hear them. "What is Connor doing? Is he trying to steal
your man?" Rusty gestured with a plastic cup that was still half full, making
its contents slosh around dangerously. Great, now his buddy was half-drunk and
cared only about pissing him off, Maddox thought.
"They're
just talking," he said defensively. "And he's not my man," he added and pouted.
"For real?
You had the guy in your room, and you didn't score?"
"No, because
you ruined it," Maddox said pointedly.
"Me?" Rusty
pointed at himself and seemed completely surprised at the accusation. "Nah, you
must have said something stupid."
"That's it,
I'm going to box your ears until you say that you're a stupid sandwich," Maddox
threatened.
"So, when
are you going to introduce him to us?" Rusty asked, completely deaf to the
nasty fate being prepared for him.
"So that you
can fill his head with stupidities about me? No way, first I need to secure the
deal. Then, he'll have to live with the fact that I have at least one moron as
a best friend."
"Who? Dex?"
Maddox had a
feeling Rusty was much smarter than people thought he was. No, he was certain
of it, but Rusty preferred, for his own reasons, to assume the role of a
meathead, enjoying the popularity that came with it. He wouldn't have been so
kinky if he didn't have a brain that worked on overdrive to satisfy his
horniness. Not only Maddox, but Dex and Kane, too,
secretly envied him for being so creative when it came to sex and everything
related. However, Maddox couldn't stop thinking that maybe, just maybe, Rusty
was doing all that outrageous stuff to hide something. Was it a need to show
off? Or was it boredom? One of these days, he would have to rope Kane in and
have him work his magic on Rusty to discover what was really in his head. They
had all been friends since high school, and Maddox liked to think he was Rusty's best friend even within the limits of their
tightknit group. Still, there was a part of Rusty that had always escaped him,
and time and again, he had wanted to unravel it just to know his best friend
for real.
It wasn't
the time to think of that, though. Instead of wondering what Rusty was up to,
he needed to find a way to pull Jonathan away from Connor's charms, and that
without making the guy feel embarrassed.
"What am I
supposed to do now?" He sighed and looked into his cup dejectedly.
"Do you
mean, about Jonathan? Just leave it to me," Rusty said, and before he could do or
say anything, his friend took off.
Maddox
wanted to stop him but, right then, Kane's lacrosse buddies chose to grab him
and push him toward the main room, under the pretext that they wanted him to
meet someone. They were in various states of inebriation so dealing with them
required a great deal of effort, and he was no match for their collective strength,
either.
Just great.
Now, he would have to do damage control after Rusty, too.
***
"Hi, my
dudes."
Jonathan
stopped mid-sentence as he sensed someone right behind him, leaning in
dangerously close. As he turned his head, he found himself staring into a pair
of mischievous green eyes. "Um, hello." He knew who that was. Rusty Parker, one
of the Amazing Four. As much as he wanted, there was no amount of irony he
could add to that to make it sound as incredible as it did.
"Yo, Rusty," Connor said and high-fived the guy over
Jonathan's shoulder. "Cool party."
"Oh, yeah."
Jonathan
tried to move a bit away so that Rusty didn't have to prop himself against him to
have a conversation with Connor, but a heavy hand on his shoulder stopped him.
Rightfully so, he felt slightly scandalized. Rusty didn't appear to have any
notion of what personal space meant. Jonathan could feel his warm body,
hovering inches away from him from head to toes.
"Imma stealing Jonathan here for a moment. I want to ask him
something in private."
What on
earth could Rusty want? Jonathan wondered. Could it be that he had caught a whiff
of something going on with him and Maddox, and wanted to have a little laugh at
his expense? Once again tonight, but for a different reason, Jonathan felt he
was getting a bit too hot under the collar.
"Sure thing.
Just don't keep him for too long. I really like this guy," Connor said. "And
I'd like to get to know him better tonight." The last words came along with a
suggestive wink at Jonathan.
Whatever it
was, he would set Rusty Parker as straight as they come and quickly. He flat
out refused to become the mockery of the most popular group on campus.
Therefore, he made no objections when Rusty pulled him away and then guided him
outside through a back door. He wasn't afraid of a little confrontation if that
were what people thought about him.
The cool air
was doing him good. Rusty just kept pushing him from behind until they were at
a fair distance from the house, and the music was considerably fainter, along
with the noise of the party.
"Well? What
do you want?" Jonathan asked aggressively.
He didn't
have time to react when Rusty pushed his back against a tree, slamming him into
it, and then quickly grabbing his arms and pulling them back.
"What on
earth are you doing?" Jonathan raised his voice.
It was
painfully clear that Rusty was using something to tie his wrists together,
forcing him to wrap around the tree and have a spine-straightening experience
he didn't care for at the moment. On top of it all, the guy was humming a happy
tune.
"Release me
immediately! We're not in fourth grade! What do you think you're doing?"
Rusty stepped
in front of him and swayed for a bit. Then, he raised one finger and wagged it
at Jonathan. "You stay right here."
"Really?
Like I could leave as tied up as I am right now? Is this some sort of hazing?
I'm not interested in pledging loyalty to your little group, just so you know."
Rusty
scoffed, hiccupped, and laughed, all at the same time. It was unnerving how
quickly this guy had managed to overpower him while still being fairly drunk.
"Well, you'll have to. No way around it."
"I object,"
Jonathan said. "I have no interest in something like that, as I told you.
You're all a bunch of jokers."
"Too bad
you're not interested," Rusty declared. "Because we're interested in you."
We? What
could he mean by that? "All right, all right, you want to have your fun, go
ahead. What's next? Will you throw water balloons at me?"
"Hmm, that
sounds nice," Rusty admitted. "I bet you'd fare well in a wet t-shirt contest."
He wanted so
damned much to stare this guy down, but it was too dark for that.
"I thought
those were for girls only," Jonathan shot back. He moved his wrists, but it
looked like Rusty knew a bit too well what he was doing.
"You must
have one hot bod under those grandpa clothes," Rusty commented. "Right?"
"That's none
of your business," Jonathan sputtered angrily. "Release me, or we're going to
have a problem."
"Really? Wanna throw a punch?"
Jonathan
didn't like where that was going. How much did Maddox share with his friends?
"Whatever,"
Rusty said matter-of-factly since he chose to remain silent. "It's because
you're so feisty, right? All piss and vinegar."
"I have no
idea what you mean."
Rusty waved.
"It doesn't matter. Just stay here."
Jonathan
shouted after him, but to no avail. Rusty just walked away, leaving him there.
***
"All done."
Rusty pulled him away from some stupid drinking contest and then pushed him
outside through the back door. "Walk straight for twenty feet, and to the
right, you'll find your treasure, tied to a tree."
"My
treasure?"
"Just go.
There's a chance he might chew his arm off to release himself."
"Rusty, what
the hell did you do?"
"Helping,"
Rusty replied, and well, Maddox was sure the idiot was being honest when he
said that.
He didn't
waste any more time and hurried in the direction pointed to by Rusty, while his
friend got back to the party. His steps slowed down only when he saw Jonathan.
Who, indeed,
was tied up to a tree.
"Oh, fuck,"
he said and sprinted toward him.
"Maddox?"
Jonathan asked. "What the hell is this about?"
"Nothing,
just my friend who is a complete and irremediable idiot. Let me untie you." He moved
around the tree and felt Jonathan's tied wrists. "Damn." He touched the thin
rope which who knew why Rusty had on him while at a party and tried to pull the
knots apart.
"Well,
what's taking you so long?" Jonathan asked impatiently.
"Well,"
Maddox scratched his head and turned on the flashlight on his phone, "I'll need
something to cut it because Rusty is too damned good at making knots."
"Oh, that is
just great," Jonathan mumbled. "Is this some kind of joke to you guys, tying
people to trees and all that? It's not funny."
"I assure
you that Rusty acted completely on his own. I had nothing to do with it."
"I have
great trouble believing that. What does your friend know, anyway?"
"About
what?"
"About us."
"What `us'?
You ran out the door like your pants were on fire, just like before, only then,
you didn't even have pants on."
Maddox felt
some of his irritation from before returning a little. Jonathan was good at
slipping through his fingers, yet, right now, he had the guy all to himself,
tied up –
He grinned.
Rusty wasn't quite the complete idiot he pretended to be, and what he had on
his hands right now was proof of that.
He had an
opportunity. Instead of struggling with the rope that appeared to be made from
tough synthetic fibers, he straightened up and walked around to face Jonathan.
The flashlight revealed a pretty nice sight. Jonathan was pouting, and he
appeared mighty pissed. Somehow, the look worked great on him.
"Would you
lower that? Or do you intend to interrogate me?" Jonathan hissed. "Please, just
go and grab a pair of scissors. I'm not at all comfortable here."
"Nah, I'll
just interrogate you first a little."
"Ah, so it
is some sort of hazing."
Maddox
snorted and turned off the flashlight. Then, he placed himself close enough to smell
Jonathan's pleasant scent and feel his hot breath on his face. "Why are you
always running away from me?"
"I'm not
running," Jonathan said defensively.
"Oh, yes,
you do. It sure looks like running to me. One minute you're hot like a furnace,
the next, you move to the North Pole."
"What are
you talking about?"
"This."
Maddox grabbed Jonathan by the back of the head and brought their lips
together. Despite the surprise, or maybe because of it, the other opened his
mouth and allowed the kiss. This time, he didn't deepen it but pulled back. "You
know, I think I'm starting to like you all tied up like this."
"Maddox,"
Jonathan let out a tense whisper, "anyone could come and see us."
"Is this
what you worry about?"
"Yes, of
course."
"Oh, snap.
You don't want to be seen with me?"
"Is that a
trick question?"
Maddox
snorted. "I wish. You're one messed up dude. But I like kissing you like
crazy."
"Don't even
think about it," Jonathan warned.
"Oh, yeah?"
Maddox brushed his lips over his, immediately earning a tiny desperate whimper
from the other. "I can't because it's all I'm thinking of."
As much as
Jonathan wanted to deny it, when he kissed back, it was a whole different
story. And Maddox had to agree that while Jonathan's rejection was teasing him
in all kinds of ways, having him pliant and unable to run had its charms.
But he
wasn't the type to use tricks like that, as appealing as it was. So, with all
the regret he could muster and cursing inwardly, he allowed himself just one
last deep kiss for tonight. Boy, but Jonathan was a kisser, he thought, as
their tongues did that now familiar dance. Funny how they didn't really know
each other, but still, their bodies reacted so well to one another. As far as
rules of attractions went, they were an incredibly good fit.
Now, the
only thing left to do was to convince Jonathan of that undeniable truth. He
moved his tongue around, enjoying the other's sweet mouth some more, choosing
to caress and tease enough to leave him wanting, and then pulled back.
"Stay right
here. I'll be back in a jiffy."
Jonathan
mumbled something. "Why do you people keep thinking I could run away while
being tied up to a tree?"
Maddox
snickered. "Because you're an escape artist, that's why."
***
Jonathan
cursed under his breath as Maddox disappeared into the house. If they left him
there for the entire night, he would have their heads, Amazing Four, or three,
or two, it didn't matter. For a moment there, he had thought that Maddox would
take advantage of the situation and start doing things to him, and he
half-regretted that there appeared to be no interest in that on the other's
part.
Clearly
enough, he was losing his mind. It was enough for Maddox to kiss him like that,
and he was a goner. He would have allowed him to do whatever he wanted while
being tied to a tree! And he didn't even know which one was worse, being the
object of some strange ridicule, or a sex object for the most popular boy on
campus.
He hadn't
been able to come to any conclusion since Maddox had stepped away from him and
left him there, just like Rusty before. Only that he didn't have time to
meditate on his miserable fate for long because the back door opened again, and
Maddox hurried toward him with something in his hand.
He chose
silence as his hands were finally released from their ties. Now was as good a time
as any to bolt. Sorry, Ray, but your roomie
just had enough excitement for tonight, and I hope you'll get home in one piece
because I need to get out of here.
Maddox stepped
in front of him and took his wrists. Right away, he began to massage them
gently, and Jonathan knew that he needed to pull his hands away or he might do
something he'd come to regret.
"It's all
right," he said in a ragged whisper, "it wasn't that tight."
"Yeah, Rusty
is good at stuff like that," Maddox said.
Jonathan had
a mind to ask what stuff, but that meant that he would just end up making
conversation, and it appeared that they both weren't that good at it as it
always led up to –
"Good night,
Jonathan. I hope Rusty didn't ruin the party for you too badly."
Good night?
Was Maddox sending him home now? Jonathan felt irritated and pulled his hands
away from that gentle caress. "Good night," he said primly and pivoted on his
heels.
"Do you want
me to walk you to your dorm?" Maddox called from behind.
"No," he
shouted back, but without turning. "It's not that far."
He needed to
get out of there and fast. When he risked a look back, Maddox was still there,
a dark silhouette, unmoving in the faint light.
***
Well, the
least he could do to protect the conquered territories was to push Jonathan to
go home, as that was where no Connor was. Maddox observed with displeasure how Mother
Nature's favorite son was looking everywhere for Jonathan, asking people if
they had seen him.
"Hey,
Maddox, did you happen to see Jonathan?"
He shook his
head. "No. But he was saying something about not wanting to stay up too late."
Connor
groaned and ran his hands over his face. "This guy and his beauty sleep. Can
you believe it? But I guess that's how he keeps himself looking so great.
Shoot, what am I telling you? As a straight dude, I don't think you'd even
notice things like that in another guy, right?"
Maddox
offered a sheepish grin. "Yeah, totally." What was this guy thinking? That he
had a chance with Jonathan or something? No way, and not if he could help it.
"So, how are things with you and him?" he asked, fishing for information.
Connor
caressed his beard thoughtfully. "They're good. We're getting places."
"Do you want
him as your boyfriend or what?"
"That's
right," Connor confirmed. "The name, the way he carries himself, how he
dresses, and of course, that academic scholarship – did you hear about his
perfect GPA?"
Maddox just
nodded. "So you like how he dresses, is that it? And that he's a straight A
student?"
Connor
patted him on the shoulder and winked. "Jonathan Hamilton is someone. I have yet
to figure out who, but he is. And let's say that I don't mind getting myself an
influential boyfriend."
Maddox
worked his jaw a little to mask the grimace threatening to twist his face. "Oh,
yeah?" he asked.
Connor
nodded with importance. "That, and I think that we'd make a power couple.
Looking good and all that. Guy's a total looker, right?"
He had never
before saw himself as having violent tendencies, but right now, he could see himself
wrapping his hands around Connor's neck and making him breathe less of the
precious planet's air. Was that what Jonathan meant to this asshole? A way to
get ahead in life or something?
"You know
he's working at the library to support himself."
"He does?"
Connor's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I doubt that he does it to support
himself, though. It must be only because he's hardworking and wants to learn
the value of a dollar. Come on, just look at how nice his clothes are, or the
cologne he's using. I doubt those are things someone who's barely making ends
meet would use."
Connor knew
shit about Jonathan. But then again, Maddox knew just as much. The difference
was that he intended to remedy the situation, while Connor didn't care at all,
except for using that information to his advantage.
This tree
hugger was no competition; he would make sure of that because there was no way
he would allow some opportunist to mess with his Jonathan.
"Yeah,
maybe," he said. "Now sorry to leave you hanging, but my buddies need me."
"That's cool,
man, no problem." Connor patted him on the back again.
He plastered
a smile on his face and fought hard not to brush away the dude's touch. Saving
the planet or not, Connor was kind of a douchebag.
Rusty caught
up with him the moment he got rid of the guy. "So, how did you find your
treasure?" he asked.
In the
meantime, he appeared to have sobered up some, so Maddox thought it a good time
to sit his friend down and talk a little about boundaries. "As you told me, by
walking in a straight line for twenty feet. Seriously, Rusty, what were you
thinking?" He took his friend by the shoulders and forced him down to his
level. "Tying the guy up and stuff?"
"No stuff, I
promise," Rusty replied. "I only tied him up. I didn't touch him or anything."
Maddox rubbed
his knuckles against Rusty's head until the other let
out a heartfelt `ouch'. "I didn't even imply that. Wait, were you tempted to
touch him?"
"No way,"
Rusty protested. "You know I'm straight like a line with no curves."
"Well, I
thought I was, too, until he came along. Now I feel like I'm bending a little."
"Bending? So
you want to be the guy that takes it up --"
Maddox
slapped his hand over Rusty's mouth hard enough for
the idiot to feel him. "Rusty, you're my buddy, and I love you. But sometimes,
you make me want to kick your ass so hard."
Rusty just
nodded and sat still until he was released. "All right, man. Don't have my head
over it. But I get the bending and all stuff. This Jonathan dude is really good
looking."
So, everyone
was noticing it. Maddox began pondering over whether convincing Jonathan to
start wearing a paper bag over his head whenever he walked out of the dorm was
a good solution or not.
TBC
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