Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 30
By Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Thirty –
Secondary Characters Have A Life, Too
"And you wouldn't believe
it, Zoey, he was going on and on about all that crap that Connor put in his
brain. And others' brains, I'm sure. Can you tell me what makes some people get
into this kind of thing? I just can't figure it out by myself," Matty finished
his complaint with a deep sigh.
Zoey patted him on the
shoulder. He was buying to celebrate the fact that Rusty was making a key for
him, and who else was there to do that with than his bestie? "Look, Matty, my
bro, my friend," Zoey began, "there are people in this life that are nothing
but followers. Now, the problem is who they end up following. Too bad that it's
usually evil leaders that get to these people. You know, like religious
fanatics. I mean, there are plenty of people who believe in a greater being or
more without being looney about it. However, that small percentage that gets so
easily influenced does exist. That's life. Sorry your creepy roommate is that
kind of person."
"You say that it's only a
small percentage, but I hear that the Implacable Team is continuing to recruit
new members. And do you recall how many people were there, when he made the
first public appearance, as the ultimate leader of S.H.I.T?"
Zoey pursed her lips.
"Well, you're right about that. I would've never imagined that anyone would
find that eco-bs-loving bozo a charming guy, but it looks like he speaks to the
minds of some. It has to be because a part of those people find Connor trendy
or something. In other words, it's a fad."
"One that can and might
lead to dangerous consequences, don't you think? I mean, today it's only a Nightwing costume that gets it. What's it going to be
tomorrow?"
"I have to admit," Zoey
relented, "that a thing like that can be quite troubling. I mean, sharp objects
were involved."
"The thing is I pity John
for falling under Connor's influence. Does that guy even understand what his
incensing speeches do to people?" Matty shook his head.
Zoey seemed to ponder
over something in her mind, because her pursed lips moved from left to right,
and then up and down, repeating the whole cycle a few times. Then, her eyes lit
up, and she snapped her fingers. "I know exactly what we should do! I mean,
what I should do."
"You? Why? Is your
roommate going nuts with S.H.I.T., too?"
"Nope, but you know, what
I was telling you, about John and others beings followers and all that? Well, I
should practice what I preach. I'm not a follower, but I don't want to be a
spectator, either."
"Why do I get the feeling
that I won't like where this is going?" Matty asked and took a cautious sip
from his juice, his eyes never leaving Zoey.
"You're going to love
it!" Zoey waved as if she was completely not sure that would be the case.
"Great. I'll hate it,
even," Matty concluded. "I know you're hardheaded and there's no way in hell
I'm going to convince you otherwise, but still I should try--"
Zoey wagged a finger at
him. "Nah-ah, Matty. You told John you're not going to pester Rusty about what
to do with his life. So, practice what you preach, too, when your bestie is
concerned."
"Great way to serve that
back at me." Matty grinned and gave Zoey two thumbs up. "Now, let me in on your
evil plans. I'm sure something good is bound to come out of them because
they're yours."
Zoey made a great
impersonation of a sniffling poor soul and patted her eyes to dry invisible
tears. "You're making me so emotional."
"You should be an actor.
People who don't know you are in severe danger of falling for this act."
"Exactly," Zoey said with
satisfaction. "That's what I'm counting on. Ready to hear my plan?"
"I believe I was born
ready for this kind of thing. Shoot." Matty examined his friend's face for
signs of hesitation and saw none. That meant that Zoey was truly serious about whatever
it was.
Zoey leaned over the
table and protected their conspiratorial space with both her hands. Then, she
whispered, "I'm going to infiltrate the Implacable Team."
"What?" Matty asked too
loudly, and Zoey shushed him impatiently. "Why?" he added, but in a more
subdued tone.
"Because that's the
surest way to expose them," Zoey explained. "Duh," she said as an addition when
she noticed that he was staring at her, completely nonplussed.
"I don't know what their
deal is, and I hope they're not dangerous, only annoying, but I don't think
it's that good an idea, Zoey."
"Psh,
come on, don't be like that, Matty. What could they do to me, even if they
discover, at some point, that I'm not one of them? We don't live in the Middle
Ages, thankfully. They won't tie me up with stones around my neck, and then try
to see if I sink or if I float."
"I suppose not," Matty
conceded. "I don't see college students going as far as that. However, they're
not a cool bunch. Why would you do that, Zoey? Please tell me that it's not
because they're going after Rusty's crown or something silly like that. I'll
never forgive myself as your best friend."
"You're way too serious
for twenty-one years of age, Matty. And don't you worry your pretty head," she
said and reached over the table to pinch his cheek, knowing all too well that
he didn't like it. "No, I'm not doing this for Rusty. That would make this
whole thing a selfless act, and, between you and me, let's say I'm a
cold-hearted asshole."
Matty snorted and rolled
his eyes. "When? When you're sleeping?"
Zoey made a small annoyed
sound in the back of her throat without opening her mouth. "I'm telling you, I
am."
"Okay, if you say so. I'm
not going to deny you the pleasure of calling yourself what you're not."
"It would take all day to
tell you all the crazy stuff that goes through my brain on a regular basis, but
I like you, and I don't want to see you broken. No, I'm going to infiltrate the
Implacable Team and expose them for the morons they are because I need to be
noticed."
"Wasn't that what the glitter
was for?" Matty asked. "Just checking."
Zoey rolled her eyes.
"And? Has it worked so far?"
"You tell me," Matty said
slowly, hoping that Zoey would blurt out the name of her crush.
"No, it hasn't," Zoey
replied. "Trust me, I've been thinking of a thing so grand that it couldn't be
ignored, no matter how--" She stopped abruptly. "The thing is, this can make me
noticeable in the highest degree."
"I see. So you're chasing
fame," Matty agreed and showed his approval by nodding his head like a sage.
"What's that got to do with your crush, though? Is he into chicks who love
infiltrating organizations so that she can later play the part of a
whistleblower? If that's the case, he must be a guy with very peculiar tastes."
"Matty, Matty, Matty,"
Zoey said, shaking her head, while her eyes glinted with shrewdness and humor.
"That's not the endgame, that's the strategy. When I finally get noticed by
him, I can put a hand on my hip, swaying gently and looking him in the eye, and
then saying: `babe, do you come here often?'"
Matty bit his bottom lip
to stop from laughing, but it was a losing battle. "All this convoluted plan
just to use a lame pick-up line?"
"Hey," Zoey said, putting
one hand up and pretending to be offended, "I'm still working out the kinks.
Let me think of another pick-up line since you're so picky." She narrowed her
eyes in thought. "How about this? Winter is coming, and soon so will you?"
"I think you're a bit
much for me today," Matty said and shook his head, smiling. "All right, I
suppose that it's fine to endanger yourself to some degree for the sake of
getting noticed. Hey, who am I to judge, right? I'm playing you know who," he
added and made imaginary pointy ears with his index fingers.
"See?" Zoey said with a
big grin on her face. "You're an inspiration to me."
"Okay, I get it. Just
don't mention that in court," Matty said and smiled,
too.
***
"Why are you pacing the
floor with the look of a scheming evil character on your face?" Maddox asked,
without tearing his eyes away from his textbook while lying lazily on the sofa
in the living room.
"Finally, you noticed,"
Rusty said. "Wait, how do you know what look I have on my face if you're not
even looking at me?"
It was just the two of
them in the whole house, which offered the perfect opportunity for Rusty to broach
the topic that interested him without going into too many details. He counted
on Maddie to be the weakest link, because Kane would grill him like some
freaking secret service agent, while Dex might tackle
and tickle him into submission. Therefore, communicating to Maddox only the deets he intended with the hope that the info would be
passed on to those other two was the way to go.
"Because I have laser
vision and can see you through this textbook," Maddox said and laughed. He
finally closed the book and looked at him. "You just have a certain rhythm to
your step when you're scheming, that's all."
"How well you know me,"
Rusty said and shook his head in mirth. "Look, Maddie, what's your opinion of
secondary characters?"
"That sounds a little bit
random. But, since this is you, and I learned a long time ago not to question
your logic, here's my answer. They can be pretty interesting and offer support
for the story and the main characters."
"Exactly," Rusty said
with satisfaction. "So, you wouldn't be terribly upset if there were another
version of me prancing around, doing stuff, while keeping his real identity a
secret from the rest of the world?"
At this, Maddox stared at
him, blinking a few times and trying to figure him out, a task he quickly
abandoned, most probably because he knew he would never be capable of such a
feat. "Do you intend to multiply? How? And why?"
Rusty waved impatiently.
"That's not important. The thing is that I need your silence once certain
strange things start happening around here."
"Strange things. This is
getting more interesting by the moment. Care to share what's going on in that
big head of yours?"
"Not really. It will ruin
the surprise, and I want you all to be as surprised as the rest when it
happens."
"Because?" Maddox
insisted.
"Only Kane would ask such
a thing," Rusty accused. At Maddox's gesture of surrender, he quickly
continued, "You know, so that no one suspects you."
"Suspect me of what?"
"Not only you, but Kane
and Dex, too."
"For the record, Rusty,
you're making even less sense than usual."
"That's intentional."
"Good to know. I was
beginning to think I was talking to your clone already. Is this what this is
about? Are you going to enroll in a secret experiment and make us all dizzy by
having two of you around?"
"That sounds like a cool
scenario, but no. Let's say it's something a lot more down to earth, so to
speak."
"Since it involves you, I
don't see how that could be possible," Maddox said and stared at him intently.
"Come on, Rusty, fess up. What are you planning to do?"
"I can't tell you. Sorry,
but I have to be tight-lipped about it."
"I see. The fewer people
know... that kind of thing," Maddox concluded for himself.
"Yeah, that's exactly
that. All you need to know is that I'll be taking down the Implacable Team and that
I'm going to make it fun," Rusty said, pleased with how willing Maddie was to
go along with his nonsense. That was his best bro. It almost brought a tear to
his eye. "I told Matty he's going to get a key," he added, changing tack.
"Great. I like that you're
progressing quite nicely down that road," Maddox commented with a sly smile.
"What's that supposed to
mean? I'm just practical. Matty is going to be over more often than not. Plus,
his roommate is a creepo. So, you know, it's for his
protection."
"That sounds good to me.
You know, Matty's been a great influence on you lately."
"Hold that thought. We'll
see what you think about this on Saturday," Rusty said, nodding all-knowingly.
"What's going to happen
on Saturday?" Maddox asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion once more.
"That's for me to do, and
for you to find out... at the right moment, along with everyone else. Ah, let
Kane and Dex know that I'm planning something without
telling them what I'm planning."
"Rusty, I really don't
know what you're planning, so that part isn't hard. You know they're going to
come after you to squeeze the truth out of you."
"That's why I'm counting
on you to prevent them from doing so. I know you have what it takes to make
them stay away. C'mon, Maddie, it's all I'm asking," Rusty said and linked his
hands together while making puppy eyes.
Maddox shook his head.
"The things you make me do. Okay, they'll know something, but they won't know
everything, since that's what you know and you don't want to share because you
sometimes like to act like a bit of a prick." Seeing how Rusty continued to nod
and stare at him, he added with a long-suffering sigh, "And they won't torture
you with questions or otherwise. Good enough?"
"Totally." There was
nothing more he could ask for. Now, the next order of business was to produce
all the necessary accessories for making his new persona come to life.
***
On Wednesday night, Matty
made good on his promise to sleep over, so now, they were together in bed, each
of them seeing about their own stuff without bothering the other. Rusty was
pretty sure that there was no better roommate in the whole campus. And the best
looking, too, he thought as he took in the beautiful curve of Matty's ass, so
enticing and so little protected by the thin layer of a pair of sweatpants.
While pretending to be deep into the book he was reading, he reached out and
touched Matty's scrumptious behind, kneading it with one hand.
"Rusty?" Matty asked,
without peeling his eyes away from his own book.
"Hmm?" Rusty offered while
continuing his assault.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just chilling."
"You're rubbing my butt."
"Yeah, I am. Ah, right. I
should've asked. Matty, is it all right if I rub your
butt?"
"Sure it is. What I want
to know is if all this butt-rubbing is leading somewhere or not."
"Not," Rusty replied. "I
thought about what you told me, about studying and stuff, and I want to show
you that I can be a good roommate and let you do your thing. You know, by not
jumping your bones, even if you're right here."
"Now that's a very
gentleman-y thought," Matty said. "I do have a lot to study this week, it's
true."
"Good. Then you can go
back to it, while I do my thing."
"Your thing being your
rubbing my butt?"
"Yeah. Hey, I want to be
a gentleman when I'm around you, but you can't ask me to be a saint, too. I can
promise you, though; I intend to limit myself to butt-rubbing."
Matty tipped his head to
one side, throwing Rusty a lopsided grin. "Okay. I can live with that. Don't
hold it against me, though, when I'm going to get into another type of rubbing
with you."
They both laughed, as
Matty reached for Rusty's groin and began to fondle him through his pants.
Rusty leaned in for a kiss and wrapped one hand around Matty's head, helping
himself to that kiss to his heart's content. It took them very little to
progress from there, and soon, the textbooks were forgotten, and Rusty was on
top of Matty, pinning him down to the bed and kissing him like crazy. "I won't
go the whole way tonight since I have to let you go back to your studies, so
here's what I'm going to do."
Matty didn't protest as
Rusty made him turn and pushed down his sweatpants and underwear. He slipped
his cock through Matty's thighs, enjoying the rubbing against the other's
balls.
"Will this be enough?"
Matty asked in a strained voice. "Not that I'm complaining. You're teasing my
balls plenty."
"It's called fooling
around for a reason," Rusty replied. "It's not like I know exactly what I'm
doing, but it's pleasant and I want to feel you everywhere."
Matty was on all fours
now, keeping his thighs close together, so Rusty could enjoy the to and fro
movement. He liked that he had the unhindered look of Matty's round butt, so
another idea came to him. "Sorry, but I'm going to use you a little. And
objectify you a lot."
"Wow, that sounds
promising," Matty breathed out.
Rusty pulled back and
then slipped the Mighty Thor between Matty's ass cheeks, bringing them together
with his hands, while pushing his bed partner flat against the bed. There was a
need for some lubrication, so he reached for the lube without moving away.
"I see what you mean,"
Matty commented. "I didn't know between the butt cheeks was an option."
"That's because I don't
want to fuck you senseless in the middle of the week," Rusty offered.
"How considerate of you.
All right, I'll take it. So, I just have to lie down here. Can I continue to
study?"
"Why not? If you're up to
it. Actually, do it. I think I'm getting into the being ignored kink."
"Is there a kink with
such a name?"
"If there's not, there should
be," Rusty retorted. "Feel free to continue your studying. I'll just be here,
doing my business."
Damn, Matty's butt was
everything. It was plump and firm at the same time, and it squeezed him so
good. He could very well tell that studying wasn't exactly everything on
Matty's mind because he was using his muscles to compress the cock bothering
him in the most delicious ways possible.
Rusty didn't comment on
it. If they were to play like that, it was completely cool with him. He tried
to keep as silent as he could, for the sake of the scenario they were enacting,
but it was hard to do so while watching the Mighty Thor going between the two
perfect mounds again and again. Matty arched his spine just right, creating the
perfect opportunity with the small of his back. Rusty mumbled incoherently and
forced himself to go slowly so that all his cum poured into the valley thus
created.
He groaned at the
self-inflicted torture while the sight of the small puddle of white gleamed in
front of his eyes. He pushed himself back on the balls of his feet and dipped
his fingers into his own release.
Matty looked over his
shoulder and laughed. "How was it, Mr. Kink?"
"Awesome," Rusty said
with a smile. "Let me wipe you down."
"No. Just play around
with it." Matty pushed himself up on all fours again.
A small trickle began running
down right between the perfect ass cheeks, and Rusty didn't miss the
opportunity presenting itself. He began moving the cum collected on Matty's
back down to the crack and started using it to slowly scissor the tiny asshole
in the middle.
Matty moaned and pushed
his ass back, showing how much he was enjoying the treatment. "More," he urged
Rusty.
So, the studious one
didn't mind a bit of fingering. Too bad the Mighty Thor was spent, although he
did twitch in sympathy as Rusty's fingers worked the hole slowly. With the
other hand, he grabbed Matty's cock and began to stroke it to the rhythm of his
fingering.
Matty was making the
cutest sounds while being worked like that. Rusty caught himself in time; he
was drooling. To put his mouth to good use, he began to kiss and lick Matty's
ass cheeks, biting from time to time because that was how hungry his baby dude
was making him.
"Rusty, your sheets,"
Matty moaned, as his balls were starting to wrinkle. Rusty was feeling them
from time to time, so he knew.
"Fuck the sheets," Rusty
said matter-of-factly, and that was all the permission Matty
needed because he began spurting while voicing away his climax.
Rusty placed one last
kiss to Matty's ass and let him plop down on the bed. Hopefully, doing him like
that was gentleman-y enough. He wouldn't want his baby dude to be left
unsatisfied neither in the pleasures of his body, nor his studying, while he
was spending his time under the same roof as him.
He took Matty in his arms
and turned him. Then, he peppered his face with kisses. "Was it good?" he
asked.
"No need to ask. I'm
spent," Matty admitted. "I guess it's time to sleep anyway, right?"
It wasn't his usual
bedtime, but he was willing to make concessions for Matty. Plus, he felt
completely satisfied, so there was no need for him to do anything else. Also, it
was in the dark that the greatest plans came alive, right?
***
Rusty examined the window
to his bedroom from outside and closed one eye. For his plan to work
flawlessly, he needed to make sure that he didn't end up taking that theatrical
slang wish for luck too literally from his first attempt at showing Sunny Hill
what a true king looked like. Hmm, that meant that he needed to think this
through and bring a ladder, one that would be highly inconspicuous while he
left it propped against the wall. Or maybe he could opt for a folding model?
He was so deep in thought
that he missed someone approaching. Only when the feet coming near made the
dead leaves sigh as they crunched through them, he turned his head. "Johnny
boy," he said joyously and took Jonathan's hand to shake it while guiding the
guy away. No one needed to know many details about his cunning plan, even if it
was mom asking.
Of course, it went
without saying that anything he told Maddox, he implicitly told Jonathan, so
the stealthy approach wasn't that much of a surprise. Jonathan laughed while Rusty
pushed him so they would go around the house. "To what do I owe the pleasure of
being pushed around by you?" he asked.
Rusty hooked one arm over
the guy's shoulders and fell into a less conspicuous stride. "Let's say you
were about to see something you weren't supposed to. And if you had seen it, I
would've had to kill you."
"And bury me in the
backyard? Not that there's much to it, actually. Do we call it a backyard?"
Jonathan asked.
"Not important," Rusty
said with aplomb. "Now, how much did Maddox tell you? Wait, don't tell me, `cause I already know. He told you
everything."
"Presumably. I doubt he
left anything out, mainly because he looked just as confused as the rest of us
when he finished."
"I see. So he didn't drag
you to a dark corner to tell you that I'm using him as my shield against the
others' questions."
"It was already evident
from the way he told us all. Now, Rusty, while you might suspect that I'm
trying to extract some vital information out of you, that's not what I'm here
for. I made the copy of the key you asked me to help you with while I was in
town the other day."
"Oh, right. Thanks a lot,
Johnny boy. You're the real McCoy, whatever that has to do with an oil-drip
cup."
"Oil-drip cup?" Jonathan
asked, looking very much amused, as he should.
"I like reading random
stuff on the internet when I'm bored," Rusty explained.
"I can't say I'm
surprised. Do you want the key?" Jonathan reached into his pocket without
waiting for a confirmation.
Rusty took it from him as
if it were a powerful artifact and bowed. "This will end up in good hands."
"I'm sure of it. Now,
since you don't want to let anyone in on your plans, I suppose that I can
entice you with dinner."
"It's not yet time for
dinner, though," Rusty pointed out.
"That's true. But Maddox
is deep in his studies this week, and I need a kitchen helper. Are you in?"
"Do I get to taste all
the sauces until my tummy hurts?"
"All right. It looks like
I'll have to keep an eye on you. Now I'm not so sure I need a kitchen helper
anymore. You sound like a lot of work," Jonathan joked.
"Which I totally am,"
Rusty agreed. "Don't worry. I'll be good. Just pass me the occasional snack,
and consider me indentured for the next hour."
Jonathan patted him on
the back and gestured for him to walk into the house first. Phew, that had been
a close one. No one should suspect anything.
***
Getting to know the
enemy's lair was one thing he needed to check off his list, which was why he
found himself in front of the room that rumor said served as Connor's
Implacable Team's quarters. It was late at night, and there was no one walking
the quiet halls. The street lights from outside threw moving shadows over the
door, as a few cars passed by. First, Rusty tried the door knob, and he was
oddly satisfied to find it locked. Getting in wasn't what he needed at the
moment. Maybe at a later time. For now, he could get to work without being
bothered, only that he needed to act quickly, and he truly believed in that
saying about not hurrying a genius in action or something like that.
He tasted the food
coloring from the little tube he had brought and smacked his lips. Those nosy
assholes were in for a sweet surprise. He poured enough in his palm so that he
could work with it and began painting the door. Then, he took the small donut
holes and began gluing them to the door, along with as many small candies as he
could manage.
He was half an hour in
his vandalistic quest when he thought he heard someone walking up the stairs.
He took one step back, threw a quick look at his artwork – which could have
suffered through at least a couple more iterations – and then rushed out of
sight.
Whoever that was, they
seemed to be interested in the same destination as he had been only moments
earlier. So, he would meet the first critic of his art. He couldn't stay still,
so he peeked from around the corner, hoping that the darker shadow there
concealed him well enough.
A small giggle drew his
attention even more, so he craned his neck to see better. The intruder had to
be a girl and a very short one. She stood in front of the door for some time,
then raised her hand to grab a donut hole, most probably, and stuck it into her
mouth. The next thing she did was try the door knob, but, unlike him, she
didn't seem content with finding it closed. She leaned over and she seemed to
be working the lock. Caught up as he was in spying on her, his left foot
twisted slightly, and his sneaker squeaked on the polished floor. The girl,
dressed in loose black clothes that made it hard to tell more about her, froze
and turned her head, making Rusty dash away from view.
The hurried steps down
the stairs assured him that the would-be burglar was running away from him and
not toward him. Well, it looked like his latest career choice might not be that
good for his blood pressure, but the good news was that he was young and he
could handle it.
Nonetheless, he needed to
be a lot more careful than this. Lesson learned. Still, he wouldn't let go of
his strategy to rub the Implacable Team's nose into it first, and then beat
them by hiding in plain sight. Ah, the pleasure this plan would bring. He could
only sigh in reverence at the perfection of it.
***
It
wasn't me! That's Rusty Parker's defense at being accused by the Implacable
Team that he vandalized the entrance to their inner sanctum – cough, cough – by
decorating it, cake pop style. The damage, we learned from one of the people in
charge of cleaning, was minimal, and the art could even be consumed, that is if
you like your sweet delights straight from a door.
However,
Connor Williams wasn't amused to find a giant red R encrusted in candies and
donut holes when he went down there this morning, ready to scheme... we mean,
ready to plan on how to raise the morality levels of Sunny Hill to the stars.
He says that it could only have been Rusty Parker, the one who feels threatened
by the policies of his organization. He considers it a cheap revenge, but we
dare to say that all that must have cost a pretty penny. Is revenge a dish
better served sweet?
Rusty's
roommates stand with him. We overheard Maddox Kingsley telling his better half:
`Rusty would never do something so on the nose.' At which, Jonathan Hamilton
replied: `By no means. I heard the result was a horrifying mess. Rusty has
better taste in art than that.'
"I can hear the nasal
tone through the screen," Jonathan commented and laughed. "Do they really think
I talk like that?"
"That's not important,"
Kane interrupted them, as they were lunching together and had fun reading the
latest Xpress after Connor's bemoaning had already made rounds through the
campus from the break of dawn until now. "What's important is this. How on
earth did you pull this off, Rusty? I can swear you slept through the night
like a baby. I would have heard you running up and down the stairs."
Rusty stuffed his mouth
with another spoonful of Jonathan's fantastic quiche. "It wasn't me," he said
with a shrug.
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