Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 29
By Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Twenty-Nine – Strange
Conversations
Lingering in Matty's bed
felt deliciously luxurious, even by his standards. John hadn't returned from
his library stint, and the poor fellow probably even planned to sleep there,
only to avoid the biggest imagined enemy in his life to date. That meant he could
stay just a little bit longer, only his mind was already working in overdrive
and he needed to start organizing himself.
S.H.I.T. wanted to go
crazy with imposing new morality standards on the student population of Sunny
Hill, under Connor's villainous leadership. That guy really had some serious
issues, but Rusty didn't intend to unpack any of it. It was probably something
years of therapy wouldn't be able to solve but, again, not his problem.
What bothered him, above
all was how Connor and his posse – one a lot larger than he had employed in his
service during junior years – kept on designing new and elaborate strategies to
annoy the hell out of him. At first, he had decided not to give that A-hole a
piece of his mind, but now it was on. Slicky must have gone into hiding already
because of that T-head, which meant that his chances of meeting him again were growing
slim.
Not that Matty wasn't
keeping him plenty occupied. He felt tender all over and in a good way as he
took a look at the crown of Matty's head resting
against his chest. His baby dude was soundly asleep and Rusty didn't have the
heart to wake him only because he wanted an encore.
Back to scheming. Also,
going after his crown was getting real, according to the freakish experiences
he had lived through today. He wouldn't give a damn... only that it wasn't some
newcomer ready to take his place through charisma, wits, and other stuff that
would make a dude – or a dudette – cool enough to
force his early abdication, but an organization with a churlish attitude, and an even worse acronym. That he couldn't just
let pass.
Hmm, that, indeed,
required finesse on his part. He definitely didn't intend to look like a sore
loser, and going head on with Connor, when his power was growing, would place
him in a position that might not be easy to sustain.
No, he would just show
everyone that he could charm his way back onto the throne without breaking a
sweat. And, when everyone wondered who had been brave enough to challenge and
replace Rusty as the king, he would tear off his mask and laugh his ass off.
Now, that was starting to
give him ideas. That morning, he had felt on top of the world, ready for any
challenge, and with a newfound love for music filling his lungs. He knew
exactly what he had to do to throw his glove at himself, pick it up, and emerge
victorious.
His excitement must have
manifested itself a bit too energetically because Matty stirred. Rusty brushed
one hand over his bed partner's face. "Hey," he whispered, "are you in the mood
for a sleepy blowjob?"
"Okay," Matty mumbled and
rolled on his belly to land between Rusty's legs.
That was his baby dude,
always up for any request, but Rusty had something else in mind. "No, no, no," he said,
and pushed Matty back so that he could be the one to
slide down the other's body.
"You want to suck me
off?" Matty asked, his voice still drowsy with sleep.
"That's my intention. You
can go back to sleep if you want," Rusty said cheerfully while dragging Matty's
pants down to have easy access to all the goods.
"Go back to sleep? Quite
the tall order," Matty said but his head was tilting to one side and the cute
smile on his face said that he didn't mind that sleepy blowjob at all.
Rusty placed one hand
right under Matty's ball sac and began kissing it slowly, taking one ball and
then the other in his mouth.
"Rusty," Matty whispered
and inhaled audibly. "Why are you so good at this?"
"Are you trying to say
that you suspect me of having done this with other dudes?"
"No, it was a rhetorical
question. In other words, you're killing me."
"Play sleepy and let me
take care of you."
No other words were
needed, and Matty assumed the position right away. Rusty let one of his hands
brush against the taut lower abs while he got back to his ball sucking
technique, which he intended to perfect while using Matty as the only subject
for his training.
It took him a while to
let go of the balls, which had gotten satisfactorily heavy after being lavished
with so much attention and finally focus on the more important part of Matty's
anatomy. He licked his way round and round, sensing every tremble in the
slender body under his fingers, until he reached the head. Once there, there was
no point in dallying.
So, he wrapped his lips
around the engorged head and began licking it. Matty's
breathing grew ragged as Rusty continued his torturous descent on the full
length. This time, he decided to go less deep but concentrate on using his
tongue more. It appeared that his loyal subject was reacting well to all that
tongue work.
He let go of it from time
to time, only to swallow the precum Matty was freely giving. That kind of thing
was definitely addictive. He could lick and lick at it like it was a lollipop.
No wonder so many girls liked giving head. Also there had to be a bunch of guys
who liked it, too, and now, he was on the same side of the fence as they were.
"Damn, Matty, eating your
dick is definitely it," he commented as he took the hard candy in his mouth
again.
"Do you think you could
finish your meal?" Matty asked in a hoarse whisper. "You're driving me totally
crazy."
Rusty smiled, with
Matty's cock still in his mouth. He even laughed, and the reverb of the sounds
he made moved through Matty, or so it seemed, because the body he was holding
hostage shivered more. Good, that meant it was high time for the last act. He
increased the rhythm to which his lips moved and helped himself with one hand.
Matty's hands rested on his head and pushed him down one time, hard. That
appeared to be his cue to swallow, because what was happening barely registered
with him and he felt his mouth getting filled.
He smacked his lips and
gave Matty's cock one last playful lick before moving away, but he barely had
the time to do so. He fell on his back, pushed forcefully with just one hand,
and Matty was all over him, going straight for the Mighty Thor.
There was no time left
even to make a sound, because Matty already had his mouth full and, when he
looked up with his pretty eyes still droopy from sleep, he looked scrumptiously
hungry for the cock he was gobbling down that very moment.
Rusty laughed and
caressed Matty's smooth hair, running his fingers through the silky strands,
and pushing them away from his forehead. "A little peckish,
are we?" he teased.
Matty nodded without
letting go of his candy and proceeded to swallow him down as far as he could go.
Now that was what Rusty called a fast learner. Matty was good at it, just as he
was good at many other things, and now he appeared perfectly capable of giving
the Mighty Thor a run for his money. What he enjoyed the most, however, was how
his cock, not so negligible in size, could disappear in Matty's mouth like some
sort of magic trick. Those sweet lips he knew so well stretched around, and he
could tell when he was hitting the back of Matty's throat. That was his cue
that he needed to control the crazy moves the Mighty Thor wanted to make by
twitching too hard, but Matty helped him by pressing down on his thighs and
controlling the depth to which he was going as well as the angle.
Now, all Rusty could see
was Matty's head moving to the rhythm, no hands involved. Fuck, that was mind
blowing. He grunted as he tried to keep it in for a little while longer, but
Matty was getting too good at this, and it seemed that he seriously wanted to
put Rusty to shame through his performance.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he whispered,
"get yourself some of that, Matty."
He knew that his bed
partner had no qualms about swallowing it, and that was fine by him. Totally
fine, he thought, as he tensed and began shooting into the generous mouth,
seemingly forever.
He dropped back, breathing
hard, and then felt Matty's mouth on his, making him
taste himself. Yeah, they were good at that. Sharing was the name of the game,
after all. He took Matty's head in his hands and kissed him, making their
tongues brush against each other repeatedly, until they were both out of
breath.
He then held Matty only
inches away so that they could look at each other. "I am so having that key
made for you."
"Because you need me to
dress like a fourteenth century traveler with not even two coins to rub together?"
Matty asked and snickered.
Rusty kissed him loudly.
"I'm happy to see that you have an excellent memory. But it's mainly because
you're rooming with annoyance personified and my goal in life is to save you
from that."
"I see. All right, then.
I can hardly wait. I can't promise that I will spend every night over, though.
It would look like I'm running away from a problem."
"One in two nights,
then?"
"One in three," Matty
replied promptly. "I still have to study, and I'm afraid that the only studying
I'll do while sharing such close quarters with you is going to be studying your
body through and through."
"Studying my body should
be a discipline in the curriculum."
"No way. I don't intend
to share you with anyone."
Matty stared at him for a
moment after that as if he had just said something wrong. He was even about to
add something, so Rusty decided to interrupt him. "Good. We have a deal, then.
And if this creep you call your roommate ever gives you trouble, let me know.
I'll rush right over here."
"Don't tell me you plan on
giving him a good beating," Matty said and snickered.
"No, but I will stare
menacingly." To prove his point, Rusty stared at Matty cross-eyed.
"Stop it!" Matty pulled
at one of his ears. "You might end up stuck like that."
"Will you love me less if
I'm cross-eyed?"
"Never, but let's not
risk your wellbeing. After all, that's the other reason you're giving me that
key, right?"
"Right. Okay, Matty, I'll
leave you to study while I'm seeing about my plans."
"Your plans?"
"My plans not to study,"
Rusty explained right away. He didn't intend to make anyone privy to his
incipient strategy to take down Connor's revolution for now.
"I see. See you around,
then?"
"Once every three nights,
that means that you'll sleep over at least once before Saturday." Rusty counted
on his fingers.
"Is something important
happening on Saturday?"
"I might have something
to do off campus," Rusty said hurriedly. He kissed Matty's head briefly when he
noticed the little questioning look in his eyes. What he planned to do required
secrecy and master planning. Therefore, he would keep his mouth shut about it
for the moment.
***
Had he imagined Rusty's
evasiveness on the topic of his plans for that Saturday? Matty rubbed his face
a few times and shook his head. Clearly, he needed to remind himself that Rusty
didn't belong to him in such a way that required him to tell him all of his
plans all of the time.
And there had been that
little slip-up with the word `love' getting thrown about casually. Of course,
Rusty would be the kind to use it exactly in the most casual way possible,
making it impossible for anyone to dish it out at him without considering it
some kind of joke.
That was a matter that
troubled Matty to some degree, too. He had crushed on Rusty for as long as he
had been a college student. And he was definitely in love with him, in that way
that his parents would tell him could easily be mistaken for infatuation.
He rebelled against the
idea immediately. He had thought about it before, and all he was feeling inside
pointed to his loving Rusty with all his heart. Beyond the playfulness,
dressing up as a cat boy, fooling around, using their bodies to show how much
they liked each other, there was something stronger than everything else.
That feeling he was
experiencing no longer appeared as fluid and blithe as he had imagined it over
the years. No, it was now reaching the solidified essence of a piece of amber
pressed by millennia and harder rocks.
He shook his head. Maybe
Rusty would laugh at him, hearing his thoughts, which was why he would hold
back until much later. He hadn't been joking when he told Zoey that he would only
tell Rusty what he felt for him on the last day of college. That gave him
enough room to run afterward. Also, he expected to have zero regrets if he did
it that way. No losses, that was the bottom line he was aiming for.
Now, if he thought about
it, it was a great thing that Rusty had plans that Saturday. Since Slicky
Coolplums had lived in the shadows lately, and by that, he simply meant that
the chosen resting place in between performances for that feline alter ego of
his was Zoey's closet, it was high time for him to make an appearance. Sure,
Rusty wouldn't get the chance to see him, but it all was working out just as it
should. Later, he'd learn that Slicky Coolplums had been up and about, and
while he might regret missing him, he'd be content to know that his favorite
cat boy – that was how Matty described himself in his own head – hadn't run and
hidden from the likes of Connor and his shitty team of followers.
Yes, that would work out
great, he decided and grabbed his phone. "Zoey, do you think I could use that
thing you keep for me this Saturday?"
"Of course. My roommate
has a new crush and she'll be out partying. Ready for one of those kinky
transformations? I can barely wait seeing it happen under my very eyes."
"Oh, gosh, Zoey. There's
nothing kinky about my transformation."
"Really? You're as good
as naked and you have a tail. If it helps, that image is enough to give me a
little lady boner."
"I'll ignore that because
you're like a sister to me."
"Right."
"Wait, I didn't ask if
you have any plans. Will you put on that glitter and go chasing that unnamed
guy?"
"I can do both. I'm a
free agent," Zoey said right away.
"And you still don't want
to tell me who he is. I see, I'm that much of a friend to you."
"Stop busting my balls,
man," Zoey complained. "It's really complicated."
"I see. You have balls
but you don't know how to use them."
"They are little lady
balls," Zoey added and then laughed.
Matty followed along with
her, because there was nothing better to do. "Okay, then, it's settled. This
Saturday, you go glitter, I go--"
The door opening behind
him made him stop.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it,"
Zoey said. "What about that weird creature in your room? Is it still nesting
there?"
"Yes," Matty confirmed.
John stopped in the
middle of the room for a moment, gave him a reproachful look and then dropped
onto his bed, one hand resting on his chest, looking like a dying hero in a
painting from the Romantic era.
"I'll get back to you
with details. Bye for now, love you to death," he told Zoey and turned all his
attention on his troublesome roommate. "Hey, man, you good?"
John turned his eyes
languidly toward him. "No. I cannot study."
"I won't be around here
much, and you know I'm as silent as a cat, I mean, mouse."
"Silence is not the
issue."
Matty waited. He was
starting to regret showing any interest in John's wellbeing, but for him, being
nice was an instinct, not a habit. "What is?" he asked with a soft sigh.
John straightened up.
"Don't you ever feel like all this is too much?" He stared at Matty with avid
eyes.
"Studying? I think so. I
mean, that's the aim of college. To push you and make you prove yourself."
Matty wasn't completely sure he was saying whatever John was expecting to hear.
"No, I mean all the other
things."
"Like what?" Matty thought
again that maybe having this conversation with John wasn't that good an idea.
"People are wasting their
lives away," John said slowly. "Like that student you're having over."
"Do you mean Rusty?"
"Yes, him." John pursed
his lips as if he had just tasted a lemon. "He doesn't care about anything.
Doesn't it scare you?"
"Scare me? Let me check.
Hmm, nope," Matty said with determination and stared John in the eye to
challenge him to say otherwise.
It looked like the
oblivious fool had no skill in observing his conversational partners, because
he continued. "How can it not? What's beyond college for him? Does he ever even
think about it?"
"What's in it for you
what Rusty thinks or doesn't think about? It's his future."
John shook his head and
pursed his lips more. "How can you not care?"
Now that was a question
that took Matty by surprise. He cared about Rusty, of course, but it wasn't his
business to lecture him on what to do with his life. "I do, but it's not my
place to make decisions for him or even bother him with what I think is right
or not. It's called respect, John. Have you heard about it?"
"I call it indifference."
Matty sighed without
hiding it this time. "Let's agree to disagree. And you still haven't answered
my question. What do you care what Rusty does?"
"I care about everyone."
Oh, damn, that Connor was
channeling through John as they spoke, right there. Was that what people who
pretended they were possessed in the Middle Ages felt
like? "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's highly impractical. There's only
so much caring someone can do."
"And are you doing your
part, Matty? In regards to... your friend? He is your friend, I suppose. He's a
womanizer so he can't be... is he?" John craned his neck and looked at Matty with
troubled eyes.
"Is he what?" Matty
snapped. "I'm tutoring him, John. You see, I care. I do my part. What Rusty
does with what he learns, that's his business."
"I worried for a moment
that he might lead you on the path to... to..." John seemed to have lost his words.
"Please don't say `sin'
or `temptation'. They're so overused."
"I didn't mean it that
way. But I'm glad that he cannot. You're not a girl."
"Thank heavens," Matty
joked. "He cannot get me pregnant."
"Exactly," John said,
missing the whole point. "Matty, don't you want to do more for him, though?"
"Like what? Telling him
what to do, as if I knew any better?"
John gave him a
disconcerted look. "But you do know better."
"For myself."
That didn't seem to have
the desired effect of making John drop the conversation altogether. On the
contrary, the guy only appeared to be more and more irritated and in the mood
to insist even more. "If you care about him as a human being, you'd do better
than that."
"Oh, great." Why was he
even talking to his roommate? He was a looney who ripped apart Nightwing costumes. Rusty was right that he was soft. "Tell
me, John, is this what Connor has been teaching you?"
"Yes," John replied and
puffed out his chest. "Can you say, hand on heart, that you don't believe that
we should do more for others?"
Matty groaned and closed
his eyes for a moment. Nonetheless, if he could say something clever enough to
pierce through that cloud of indoctrination, maybe he could be the one to save
John from wasting his last year in college playing the cultist. Not that he was
supposed to care, but, at this point, he felt like his intellect was being
challenged.
"Yes, we could all do
more for others. But are we going to force old ladies to cross the street now?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, slap me with a ruler
and call me baby," Matty muttered under his breath. "My guy, are you even
listening to me? You can't force other people to do better for themselves.
That's just wrong. And do we even know what's better for them?"
"I disagree," John said
and crossed his arms. "Just because something seems fun, it doesn't mean that
it's right. And that's what happens with liquor and having sex and all."
"Why did you come to
college?" Matty asked.
"To study."
"Of course, that goes without
saying, but do I really have to spell it out for you? We're young. Yes, we
should learn how to be responsible for ourselves, but we should also be allowed
to make mistakes and learn from them. Nobody says that we should go around
getting high, drinking ourselves out of our minds and getting pregnant or
getting others pregnant or worse. Fun can be had responsibly."
"That is not what your
friend is doing." The word `friend' sounded like some kind of venereal disease
coming from John's mouth.
Matty felt his irritation
growing. "I assure you my friend," and he said the word like it was a precious
stone, "is very responsible."
"He got a girl pregnant!"
"He got no one pregnant!"
"How do you know?"
"Because that cat boy is...
a boy!" Matty exclaimed, running out of options.
John stared at him
curiously. "No, he's not. It's a cat girl. I mean," he added, a bit flustered,
"someone who dresses as a cat. And is female!"
"And how do you know? Did
you touch her or something? Fess up, John. Something tells me this holier than
thou attitude is too large a coat for you."
"I didn't touch her, but
Connor knows."
"And how exactly does he
know?"
John stopped his tirade
and stared at Matty, as if he didn't know what to add to that. Eventually, his
lips moved again. "Connor doesn't lie."
"Connor took that from
some speculations Xpress ran and, well, he ran away with it. When Xpress was
wondering why Rusty was buying toys, he was actually shopping for a birthday
present for his brother. And I know, because I was there. Also, if Rusty ever
got someone pregnant, I'd be the first to learn about it." That was a stretch,
and there were clearly things Rusty preferred to keep to himself, but he was
trying to make a point.
John finally seemed to
relent a bit. "So, it's not true? About the cat girl?"
"No, it's not."
"And do you know for sure
that it is a cat boy?"
"Rusty knows for sure and
told me," Matty said quickly.
"But he likes girls."
"And cat boys. Deal with
it," Matty added, even faster this time.
John pulled at one of his
ears hard and squinted. Ah, well, try to
figure out Rusty Parker now if you can, Matty thought and shook his head.
"Still, Connor wants us
to unmask the cat... boy," John said. "It's wrong to pretend to be an animal.
It's not healthy."
"No one actually pretends
to be an animal. It's that fun part I'm trying to tell you about, and you just
don't get it," Matty insisted. "It's like a play on a stage. Do you think
actors go around thinking they're Superman or a mobster or an alien all the
time? Read my lips, dude. It's fun. Don't overthink it."
John seemed vaguely
convinced. "Still," he began again.
Matty was already fed up.
"You know, for someone who talks a lot about doing the right thing, you really
haven't done anything about the costume you ruined. A costume I rented and had
to pay back in full."
That finally got through
the little monster. John looked down and linked his hands together. "I don't
have that kind of money."
Matty threw his hands up.
"A simple apology would have been nice."
"I'm so--"
"Don't waste your breath.
Unless you mean it and you take back all that other crap you said."
John seemed to consider.
"I shouldn't have done that. I got carried away."
"Well, at least you admit
it was wrong to destroy someone's property."
Matty waited but nothing
else came out of his roommate's mouth. John looked like he had just been given
a difficult problem to solve, and his mind couldn't compute. It was very
possible that he had been talking to a wall all this time, but at least, he had
gotten a few things off his chest. Such as the fact that Rusty wasn't some
irresponsible douche that went around getting girls pregnant because he had the
sexual education of a chimpanzee. How much of that John had understood was
something he had absolutely no control over.
And he intended to do
nothing else about it.
***
Rusty didn't ask Maddox
to drive him this time. No, the time for getting others to push him toward what
he wanted had to come to an end sooner or later. All this crisis with Connor
was refreshing if he thought about it, and it also gave him something he had
felt lacking lately from his repertoire. That thing was called motivation, and
now all that remained was to explain what his convoluted brain wanted.
She was the one to open
the door, just like before. Her face lit up when she saw him. "Rusty Parker. I
know a stranger when I see one."
"Mrs. May, I'm ready," he
said with conviction.
She smiled at him from
behind her cat glasses. "Count me in, then. Let's see what you have to tell me
this time. And sing, of course."
***
She listened to him
closely and nodded a few times, which was encouraging. When he finished, she
touched the frames of her glasses briefly, took them off, and looked at him. "I've
sent people out the door for less. No, let me finish before you explain to me
how all your ships are sinking and you start making me feel sorry for you."
How did she know all
that? Probably it was something that made good teachers great. Rusty decided to
keep his mouth shut.
"However, because I'm
beyond impressed with your talent, I believe that you have the right to put
your plans in motion, no matter how treacherous they might be."
"What's treacherous about
wanting an audience? Isn't that something everyone who's a performer does?"
"Yes, but it shows your
age, because I'm not sure you will understand what I'm about to tell you."
"I'm listening."
"Your love for music
comes from the heart, and the audience you truly want is not what you're
seeking right now. I can see those little wheels turning in your brain, and I'm
glad that you trust me with your plans, but what you're about to do comes from
a place of cold calculation."
"Ouch. That's the first
time anyone has told me I'm cold," Rusty said and looked down for a moment.
"I understand your
frustration and, although I have yet to get to know you well, you're the type
of person who'd rather pull a prank than go to war with someone. How am I doing
so far? Am I reading you right?"
"Yeah, totally," Rusty agreed.
"You will fool everyone.
That's your intention."
"Yeah, pretty much."
"If you pull it off, I'll
be the first to commend you. It will be clever and entertaining, at the same
time. But think of your ideal audience, Rusty. Who do you truly want to impress?
What kind of person are they?"
Rusty opened his mouth to
say something, but then decided otherwise. That man would never be satisfied.
However, Mrs. May was waiting, so he cleared his throat and shifted in his
chair. "I haven't given it much thought, I guess."
She shook her head. "You
don't want to tell me, and that's fine. You'll be able to do so eventually.
Now, since you're that willing to learn and become great, how about we start?"
There was nothing he
wanted more. And he was dying to sing again.
TBC
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