Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 26
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Twenty-Six – It's
Because Of You
It appeared that it
wasn't the diner Rusty was interested in, but rather the dark forest rising
behind it, which provided plenty of cover at that hour. Matty didn't protest in
the slightest as he was pushed with his back against a tree, and a hot mouth was
on him, demanding and seductive at the same time.
Rusty Parker could be
many things, indeed. But what he was, without the shadow of a doubt, didn't
have anything to do with possibilities. King of Sunny Hill or not, he was the
guy who had Matty's heart. That became more and more
painfully clear as their relationship continued. It was as if they were
navigating through muddy waters on a stormy night during moments like these,
when their bodies got so close and offered a lot more honesty than their mouths
could.
Not that Rusty wasn't
honest, Matty thought. He alone was the guy with a hidden agenda. Even more
mind-boggling was that he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty or sorry for
it. The entire ruse he had worked on, playing the role of Slicky Coolplums included,
had brought him here, flush against the hard bark of a tall tree, the only
silent witness to whatever it was that they were doing.
Rusty had promised a
ravishing. Matty could tell that his glasses stood crooked on his nose now, but
his hands had been pinned above his head so he couldn't straighten them up or
take them off. And stopping what was happening because of a pair of crooked
glasses seemed terribly unnecessary at this point.
He fought to keep his
voice down when Rusty released his mouth and moved to torturing his neck,
making a meal out of each inch of his skin. How could he even think to live
without this? Rusty was sucking his neck playfully, only to lick the tortured
skin next. There would be a lot of hickeys the next day, but, since it was
clearly a way to mark ownership, Matty couldn't give a damn.
"Fuck," Rusty muttered
and pressed their foreheads together for a while. "Should I stop before we go
too far?"
Was it truly an option?
To stop? Matty didn't believe it so, but, at the same time, as the more
practical part of his mind kicked into gear, he realized that they were hardly
in the best place to go as crazy as they wanted. Case in point, Rusty couldn't
ravish him as Matty wished to be ravished, and that wasn't an alternative to
opt for.
Half-ravishing just
wouldn't do.
"Your room?" Matty asked,
while other thoughts floated to the surface, their roots like seaweed. "And
maybe I can raise some of my own to your... intentions?"
Rusty laughed, low in his
chest, making a sound that both tickled and excited Matty's hearing, while
reverberating through him like a low-key earthquake. "What do you mean by
that?"
"You'll see," Matty
replied after a short moment of hesitation. He didn't want to let his
intentions be known until he had brought Rusty where he wanted him, preferably
close to the point of no return, when saying `no' wouldn't be possible, simply
because the usual defenses would be dropped.
Rusty couldn't know what
kind of things he was thinking about. He had a dirty mind, for sure. As long as
they took it as a joke, he could push forward and hope that the kinky part of
Rusty, the one that wanted to experiment with everything and grab life with
both hands to enjoy it to the fullest, would be onboard with everything he
wanted to do.
Ravishing a superhero was
on today's list, indeed, and Rusty didn't have to suspect that it was actually
his ass on the line, so to speak. Matty could only wish that Rusty wouldn't
find the tiniest fault with his plan.
***
There had to be something
on Matty's mind since he had preferred to stop their little make out session in
the woods, but Rusty was in favor of being patient for once. On their way back,
he had focused on driving, impatient to get back to his room, where Matty had
promised... that was unclear, what he had promised. But he could feel his
excitement growing, and it wasn't only related to what was happening between
his legs.
No, it carried a little
more weight and went a little deeper than his usual interactions with other
human beings when getting close to playing the horizontal cha-cha.
The rest of the guys were
already asleep when they got home, so the only thing they had to do to avoid
getting noticed was to tiptoe upstairs. Matty took the lead, being the first to
walk into the room and throw himself on the bed.
Oh, fuck, Rusty thought,
and his best friend since forever twitched at the sight. Matty was sprawled on
the bed, looking like an aloof model, a wistful look on his face, his clothes
fashionably crumpled, glasses askew. "You better come through with that plan of
yours or whatever it is," he said, pointing at him, "or I won't be held
responsible for what's going to happen if you keep looking at me like that."
Matty grinned and fixed
his glasses, looking more like his usual self. That didn't work to make the
beating of Rusty's heart slow down; on the contrary,
it just reminded him why he liked this dude so much. It was that composure, the
way Matty carried himself, like he was sure of
things, not just someone carried to and fro by every wind and undercurrent.
So unlike himself. It had
to be the contrast between them that made Matty so attractive in his eyes. It
just had to, because, otherwise, Rusty didn't have an exact or logical
explanation for why, of all people, he was playing buttfucking friends with
him.
That gave him an idea.
The proverbial light bulb flickered. "You helped me a great deal today, Matty.
So, it's only fair that you make a wish." Matty opened his mouth, but Rusty
hushed him. "Close your eyes first."
Matty obeyed, but his
lips quirked into an amused expression. "Am I in some story with fairies?"
"Only if you consider
this strapping six five footer," Rusty pointed at himself, although Matty
couldn't see him, "capable of pulling off a fairy act."
"I believe you can pull
off anything you want."
That was high praise.
Rusty caught it, gave it a little mental kiss, and put it into the box of
wonderful things, truly wonderful things, people had ever said to him. "Then,
wait for me."
He disappeared into the
hallway, with just one destination in mind. Was anyone going to wonder when
they found his Hawkeye costume hanging in the bathroom? Eh, he couldn't be
bothered with housekeeping when he had something completely different in mind.
***
Letting Rusty be in
charge wasn't exactly aligned with his plans, the ones that had taken root in
his brain the moment the guy had mentioned that he'd be the only one to have
his ass, but Matty found himself in the impossibility of refusing whatever was
offered. Not even knowing what Rusty had in mind, he believed that he could
steer the night in the direction he wanted. After all, what was a man without
confidence?
It was better not to go
there. This was all new. What if Rusty didn't want... Matty covered his eyes.
Confidence, confidence, confidence. Good things come for those who wait, but
those who take action can have the upper hand. Ugh, he sucked at mental
prepping, didn't he?
He had no time to reflect
on his inadequacies for too long, because Rusty was back. Propping himself back
on his elbows, he had to let his jaw hang low.
Because Rusty was
completely naked, wearing a smile on his handsome face and nothing else.
"Did you just prance
around the hallway like that?" he asked, without thinking twice.
"Jealous?" Rusty grinned.
"And it's not like these dudes haven't seen worse. Also, don't you remember how
Jonathan walked in on us while we were all buck naked?"
"Yeah, but this is
different. You were alone."
Did he sound jealous? All
right, he sounded so, so jealous. He could hear it in his voice.
Rusty's smile broadened.
He walked toward the bed and climbed on it. Then, he straddled Matty and began
fiddling with his tie. "What the hell is wrong with this thing?"
It was hard to focus with
the king of Sunny Hill riding him like that, his skin smelling of spicy
bodywash, damp hair in his eyes, and that heart-snatching smile lighting up his
face. It took him a couple of seconds to realize why Rusty was fighting a
losing battle with his tie.
"It's actually sewed to
the shirt," he explained.
Rusty nodded as if he had
just been offered a piece of vital information and proceeded to get Matty out
of his suit jacket and then his shirt, all the while very careful not to
disturb the glasses. They had gotten to the point where they didn't need words
to communicate their thoughts to one another.
Now, he was down to his
pants, underwear, socks and glasses. And Rusty was still in charge. When was a
good moment to intervene and speak up about what he wanted? His train of
thought was interrupted by nimble fingers moving slowly across his chest,
teasing his nipples, and then going lower, making him shiver and suck in a
breath. "I thought the word `ravishing' would involve somewhat more brutal
action," he squeaked.
Great, even his voice was
a traitor now. How could he act like a man with confidence when he sounded like
someone on a helium diet? Things, he had to admit, didn't look very good right
now.
Rusty laughed, ignoring
his distress. Then, he set his green beautiful eyes on him. "Sometime today, I
said something. And you took that something like it was some kind of chew toy
and now you're munching on it furiously."
"I'm not a dog," Matty
moaned and threw one arm over his eyes. So, he had been found out, and it
hadn't even been that hard.
"No, you're not," Rusty
agreed. "But, you have to tell me, Mr. Kent, what exactly is your big brain
getting busy with?"
Matty blushed even though
his face was obscured from the other's scrutinizing eyes. "You tell me," he
mumbled.
Rusty played with his
nipples, as if he intended to tweak them until all was right in the world.
"See, this is the thing. I was caught up in other stuff, but that doesn't mean
that I didn't feel a disturbance in the Force. So, you have to tell me. What do
you want, Matty?"
An honest question
demanded an honest answer. He took one deep breath. "I," his voice became
steadier and firmer, "want to be the one to--" a small gulp followed, "—to fuck
you."
Silence followed, so
deep, so stunned, that Matty didn't have the guts to remove his arm from his
eyes and take a good look at the disaster he had just caused.
In the end, he didn't
need to. Rusty grabbed hold of his hand and forced his arm down. Then, his face
unreadable, but his eyes burning, he said, "Then how about you say it to my face?"
***
So, it had to be about
that thing he had said about allowing Matty to be the
single person to have his ass. At the time, the words had just flown out of his
mouth, completely natural. But, of course, there was truth in wine, and also in
the time when you were pissed and stressed, which could only mean that he
hadn't said it simply by accident.
Sure, it was a good way
to tease Matty to high heaven. It served as a little spice in their already
spicy relationship, but he was the kind to reach for the hot sauce, regardless.
Now, with great anticipation, he let the ball drop in Matty's court, waiting,
unlike other times in his life, for the other's move.
He wasn't disappointed.
Matty pushed himself up on his elbows and looked him fiercely in the eyes. "Rusty
Parker, you said that I'm the only one to have your ass. Prove that it is
true."
Rusty smirked. "Not so
fast, Matty boy. Are you going to let me do all the work? I mean, I know I'm
already on top of you, and it would be easy to take out your cock to use as a
dildo, but is this really how you want it to go?"
Matty narrowed his eyes
and examined him. Fuck, they were both good. Rusty didn't have to look to know
that the Mighty Thor was ready for action, and by the way Matty's
little friend was twitching right under his balls, they were clearly both
horny.
"I see," Matty said, and
his usual coolness returned. "You want me to work for it, don't you?"
Rusty shrugged and
continued to play with Matty's nipples, ignoring the small grunts coming from the
other. "It's all about satisfaction, right?"
Matty surprised him by
grabbing one of his wrists. "Then choose your weapon, Mr. Parker."
Wow, that was the part of
his redoubtable tutor he enjoyed so much, the hard unyielding nature of a guy
raised to be polite and well-behaved.
Rusty waved, holding his
free hand up. "No weapons, just our bodies. What do you say?"
He barely had time to
finish, because Matty made a sudden move, and, using the strength from his
lower body, toppled him. At the same time, since he was holding on to that
wrist, he managed to manipulate Rusty onto his back, with him on top.
"You had the element of
surprise on your side," he protested. "Two out of three?"
To his surprise, Matty
got to his feet and waited for him to do the same. He definitely looked sexy in
his tweed pants and bare-footed, since his shoes were the only other thing
Rusty had managed to take off of him.
Always up for a
challenge. Rusty got to his feet and threw Matty's chest a cursory glance. He
yelped when Matty rammed suddenly into him and pushed him back on the bed.
"Hey," he protested again. "That's not fair."
Matty laughed and
straddled him. "I won. Now, are you going to submit willingly," he asked while
leaning lower and stealing a kiss from Rusty's mouth that was hanging agape,
"or do I have to tie you up?"
Those last words had the
effect of an electroshock – the pleasant kind if there was any such thing – to
Rusty's boggled mind. How come Matty was so quick? How hadn't he seen it
coming? And, above all else, why was he so horny for getting tied up, all of a
sudden?
"It's because of you," he
blurted out, earning a startled look from Matty.
"How does that answer my
question?"
That was right. "Tie me
up, you savage beast," Rusty offered quickly. He even struggled to free his arms
so that he could present his wrists close together to the man in charge.
Matty snorted. "You wish.
I'm sure your closet contains many things I can use. If you're not chicken, lie
on the bed. On your belly."
Rusty clucked a couple of
times for show until he met Matty's reproachful glare. "Okay, okay. On my
belly, right. And what should I say? Woof?"
Matty patted his head
before getting up in one graceful move. "Good boy."
Rusty smiled. "Good luck
finding something. I'll give you no pointers, simply because I have none. But
don't take too long. You'll find me snoring."
Like hell he'd fall
asleep, while knowing that Matty, straightlaced, cool as a cucumber Matty, was
looking for some rope to tie him up with and...
Oh, fuck. Things were
getting real, weren't they?
***
Matty was grateful for
being able to hide himself in Rusty's huge closet, filled with all kinds of sex
toys, because his confidence was running thin already and needed a recharge.
His hands were trembling slightly in excitement. One look at Rusty's glorious
and bare behind, while the guy had obediently stretched out on the bed, was
enough to make him lose his mind, his cool, and everything else he had ever
possessed.
He needed to find something
so he would not let Rusty down, as he had acted on impulse. What if there was
nothing in there that he could use? That would be bad. He'd have to improvise.
Ah, damn, too bad he hadn't chosen a real tie for his costume, right? It would
have been a bit on the nose to use it, but, hell, desperate times called for
desperate measures.
He waved aside various
fluffy toys and stole a dubious glance at a few nipple clamps and a cock ring,
but those weren't what he needed at the moment. Damn. Rusty had wished him good
luck at finding something, and he had meant it. There was not one piece of
lousy rope, not even a pair of pink cuffs, in there.
He would have to think on
his feet. As he stood up, he rested his hands on his hips and looked down.
Right. That would have to do.
As he removed his belt,
he stole another look at Rusty's naked body. With his luck, the guy was already
asleep and all that tour de force had been for nothing.
To see if the owner of
the body he intended to ravish was still present, he caught his belt, folded it
and then yanked the ends apart a couple of times, making it snap. That had the
intended result, because Rusty turned his head and gave him a perplexed look.
"Matty," he murmured, "are you going to turn my ass red to make me submit?"
Matty rolled his eyes.
"It's for tying you up. As promised."
Rusty turned his head
away and rested it on his crooked elbows. "Lame."
Yeah, even as he was
saying that his voice betrayed him. Matty had learned a thing or two about the
king of Sunny Hill since the beginning of their strange relationship. He hopped
on the bed and straddled Rusty, trying not to anticipate how it would feel to
get his cock between those firm mounds of flesh beneath him.
***
Matty didn't mollycoddle
him as he grabbed one of his arms and then the other, forcing them together behind
his back. He didn't protest, however, as the belt was skillfully wrapped around
his wrists. That loss of control, so imminent, made his mouth go dry.
Nonetheless, his cock seemed to appreciate the thought very much.
"Is it too tight?" Matty
asked, his voice all tender.
"What kind of master are
you?" Rusty scolded him, only for the sake of hiding the tremor of anticipation
running through him, unbridled like a colt. "Ouch." Matty had just slapped his
ass.
And it felt good.
However, Matty appeared
to hesitate. Were they just playing? Did he really want to...? Rusty sighed.
"Don't tell me your dick died on you at the sight of my tight ass?"
Matty caressed his crack,
making him buck his hips upward, to let a teasing finger sneak along its length.
"Far from it. Only that, fuck, how do I say this?"
"Say whatever you want,
but don't leave me tied up because we're going to have a problem eventually.
You don't want me to wet the bed, right?"
Matty laughed softly. "Rusty,
I want to fuck you. But, you know, we fool around a lot, and I'm not sure, and
do you really--"
"The answer is `yes',"
Rusty said firmly. "Now, stop beating around the bush, because you're breaking
the immersion and that makes my dick limp."
That appeared to convince
Matty. Rusty turned his head as far as he could to watch his sexy tutor getting
rid of his pants and underwear, making that cute cock pop. "You can take
advantage of my subdued position to feed me that," he pointed out.
Matty watched him with
burning eyes and seemed to ignore the playfulness in his voice. He climbed on
the bed and pushed Rusty's legs apart so he could get between them. Another
slap, harder this time, followed. "Who's the dude in charge here?"
Okay, so they were still
playing. Half-playing.
"That would be you, my
baby dude," Rusty offered.
Matty rewarded him with a
long wet kiss between his shoulder blades. "Good answer. Now, any last wish
before I get to business?"
Rusty felt a deep raw
need to hear Matty say it. "Say that you want to fuck my ass, Matty."
Another kiss, and
whispered words falling like warm rain over his ear. "I want to fuck you so
much it hurts, Rusty."
That sounded good, that
sounded very good. "I should warn you, though. There's been some fooling around
down there. Like the neck of a glass bottle. Also, fingers. Plenty of fingers.
From girls with a more adventurous streak, I'd say--" His words trailed off into
a moan, because, without his knowing, Matty had moved lower and his tongue was
now in his ass.
"What about this?" came
the obvious question.
"I got tongue," Rusty
said, a lot more seriously this time, "but not like this. Do it again, or I might
try to break free."
Matty chuckled, that same
sound that made Rusty feel weak in the knees. In all his life, he had only
heard Jonathan laughing like that, but Matty was even better. He seemed so
harmless to the outside world, and yet, man, what a man.
He wiggled as much as his
tied hands allowed, and Matty helped him by stuffing a pillow under him and
bringing his ass higher. Oh, fuck, that was divine, Rusty thought, as his mind
began to move in lazy circles.
***
At any moment, he was
bound to wake up, right? It simply wasn't possible to have the famous Rusty
Parker, lying in that supine position under him, offering his ass for free
licking, and later, penetrating.
Yet, he was right there,
and lapping gently at Rusty's tight hole was his doing. There was no one else
with them, there. They were alone, and they were doing this. It appeared that
Rusty was enjoying it a lot, too, because he was pushing his ass up and murmuring
some very heartfelt four-letter words as Matty went deeper and deeper.
He hadn't joked about
hurting to have Rusty. It wasn't only physical. It was the kind of thing that
you longed for all your life, and when it was within reach, you suddenly became
so voracious for it that you could barely control yourself.
Saliva couldn't be
enough. Even though he wanted to stay there a little longer, carefully licking
every inch of skin exposed, and especially the one with the high temperature
between the firm buttocks, he would have to find lube. Hopefully, Rusty had
some around.
Just how unprepared was he?
Matty cursed himself inwardly and, in frustration, bit a little too hard on
Rusty's right butt cheek.
A natural yelp followed.
"Sorry, sorry," he hurried to say.
"Ugh, Matty, stop
breaking the immersion and just play the master."
Matty slapped Rusty's ass
again. It was a bit funny just how much he enjoyed doing that. Yeah, he even
thought that he wouldn't mind taking off an entire afternoon and have Rusty
over his lap, writhing in pleasured pain while he smacked his ass at leisure.
He shook his head.
Rusty's naughtiness was getting to him, and now, he even fancied himself some
sort of dom.
"Then, my dear slave, I
mean, sub?"
"Fuck me, Matty, you're
such a goody two shoes."
"I want to fuck you. I
just need lube," Matty finally said.
"In the drawer," Rusty
explained. "No, the other. Whose amazing idea was it to tie my hands?"
"Both of ours, I guess,"
Matty replied with a shrug.
"Right. Did you get it?
Now ride my ass."
There was bravado in
there. There surely was. Matty had reasons to invoke the gods of confidence on
his side again. After all, he only had to compete with the neck of a bottle and
some girls' fingers, right?
He used all his
self-control while lubing Rusty's ass copiously and doing the same with his
cock.
"Are you going to take
all day?" Rusty's voice brought him back from his musings.
"Rusty, I promise you,
for all this, when you least expect it, I will bend you over my knee, and I'm
going to give you a spanking you won't soon forget. Do we have a deal?"
The cheerful reply was
all he wanted and more. "Totally, my baby dude."
***
At any point, he could
say he didn't want to play, and Matty would understand. And normally, had it
been any other dude, some weird survival instinct would have kicked in, making
him turn it all into a joke and saving his ass.
That time, when that girl
had moved her fingers deep inside him, making him feel like he was about to
lose control and go nuts with pleasure, he had stopped it. She had looked at
him like she couldn't believe him when he said that it was uncomfortable and he
didn't like it, but she had accepted it nonetheless.
Now, with Matty poised at
his backdoor, ready to make him feel that same mind-blowing sensation he'd
experienced at that time, probably multiplied tenfold, he found himself not
only incapable of saying `no', but also unwilling to.
He could it pin it all on
not wanting to disappoint Matty after getting the guy all worked up. But that
wouldn't be true. And, at least in the tiny space that made up his inner self,
Rusty didn't want to be a liar.
Was he truly ready for
it, though? He didn't have the time to think it over because Matty, finally
emboldened by his repeated complaints, pushed something blunt, hard and big
against his ass, making him swallow both his words and his thoughts.
"Oh, fuck."
"Oh, fuck, indeed," Matty
whispered behind him. "I had no idea it would feel so tight."
"What? Did you think my
ass was as loose as the rest of me?"
"Rusty, please, stop
joking," Matty joked. "I have no idea what to do. I want to go deeper, but I'm
afraid--"
"Stop being afraid. Fear
is only in your mind—ah, fuck me sideways!"
Had Matty just gone ahead
and put all that hard cock inside him in one go?
"Sorry, sorry, but I
believe I got the head in," Matty replied in a hitched breath.
"The head? Only the head?
Are you fucking kidding me?"
"I'm afraid not, and
please don't tell me fear is only in my mind. Rusty, am I hurting you?"
He took one deep breath.
What was he now, a big ass wuss? On the other hand, if he had had a big ass,
maybe—
Right, he needed to stop
thinking and start focusing on the important aspect of making his ass relax.
Now, Matty had taken the Mighty Thor like a champ, which made it obvious who
the better man of the two of them was. Since when was he satisfied with being
only second place?
"Hey, it's only an ass.
It's going to get bigger, right?" he offered in the most philosophical manner
he could muster.
"I must be doing
something wrong—Rusty, what are you doing?"
It had to be like jumping
in cold water. Rusty pushed himself back with as much strength as his limited
mobility allowed. "How much in, now?"
"More than half," Matty
whispered, mesmerized by the sound of his voice.
"See? You're welcome,"
Rusty said. "Now, do your job. Or do you want me to tease you till the end of
time about how I had to fuck myself in your dick because you couldn't handle
the job?"
It still hurt, but as he
breathed in and out, he could tell that his ass muscles were letting themselves
be convinced little by little to allow Matty's cute cock to get inside.
He started when Matty
caressed his back.
"Just for the record,
Rusty, this feels awesome, and I'm glad it was you."
Well, now, that was
encouraging and made all the pain worth it. Plus, Matty only had to move about
an inch or so and something about how he did it hit the spot.
Rusty moaned in pleasure
and relaxed to get more of it. Matty's hands were on his ass, pulling his cheeks
apart, probably eager to admire his handiwork, but they were doing so lovingly,
with care, something that made him melt on the inside, never to be put back together
the same way he had been.
Another slow, careful
thrust, and he was on the way to the moon. Another, and he was close to Mars.
More of that, and he might end up flying right into the sun. Obviously, Matty
had no idea he was some kind of wizard playing with him and the planetary
system.
TBC
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