Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 6
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2022 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chasing Rusty Parker is the sequel to my story Good Guys Don't Date Bad
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Chapter Six – Straight
Vs. Stray (Cat)
Was that what people meant
when they said something about watching an accident in slow motion without
being able to look away? Matty's problem wasn't that, though. No, his problem
was that he was the accident in progress. He was gaping like a fish; he was
sweating and blushing while keeping his eyes furiously glued to Rusty's Adam's
apple.
Rusty surprised him by
putting both hands on his shoulders and making a move as if he was trying to
push Matty down. What was that about? Oh, gawd, was this the moment when Rusty
would ask him to suck his cock in exchange for silence, like in one of his
strange fantasies?
He staggered and kept upright,
although his knees were getting weaker. Rusty patted him forcefully on the shoulders
and his arms dropped.
Then, he suddenly leaned
forward, forcing Matty to take a step back, almost running into the mirror.
Rusty was grinning and staring at him. "Got you, right?"
Oh, oh, this wasn't the
moment for him to lose his head. So, he crossed his arms, set his chin high and
stared Rusty in the face, still not aiming for the eyes and just looking a
little lower, at those beautiful lips stretched in a huge grin. "So?"
"Oh, you're a dude with
attitude," Rusty commented. "You're not denying it."
"I have no reason to. You
just went ahead and assumed whatever," Matty said, while willing his heart to
slow down. Looking at Rusty's mouth didn't help his nerves much. "You didn't
ask."
"I stand corrected." To
show that he meant it, Rusty straightened up and moved away.
Now, Matty could breathe.
And it was probably where everything he had hoped to achieve with Rusty ended
because this was a game changer. However, he didn't intend to hide his
orientation, and if Rusty losing complete interest of any kind in him was a
consequence, so be it.
It was also an easy way
out, he admitted to himself. Just standing close to Rusty was enough to make
him dizzy. Any more of that sweet torture, and he wouldn't be held accountable
for what his hands wanted to do.
Rusty began to pace the
room slowly. Matty just followed him with his eyes. He should say something,
end the awkwardness, and find his way out.
Then Rusty stopped
abruptly. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," Matty replied and
rubbed his elbows in a defensive gesture. Any moment now, Rusty would know that
he was crushing on him and it was the only reason why he had gotten into this
tutoring thing and –
"How good are you at
hooking up?" Rusty asked his next question.
Matty stared. There was
no sign on Rusty's face that he was making fun of him. "Um, I don't know," he
started. What was the correct answer?
"You're not hooking up
either," Rusty concluded. He clapped his hands suddenly. "That's great!"
"It is?" Matty asked
carefully.
Rusty pushed an invisible
pair of glasses up on his nose. "Yes. Because I can still teach you
everything." He opened his arms wide, as if he was inviting Matty
to embrace him.
Matty didn't move from
his place. "I have no idea what you mean by that," he said cautiously.
Rusty threw him an understanding,
yet patronizing look. "Nothing's changed, Matty boy. I am still on a mission to
help you loosen up. No, before you're getting your panties in a twist, not that
kind of loosening up. Although, for the record, I wouldn't mind. Would you want
me to open you up?"
Matty gulped and gaped
and couldn't close his mouth.
"I understand, I
understand." Rusty waved and smirked. "My forward personality is too much for
you. That's why I promise to be gentle."
"Rusty, I --" Matty
started. Whatever was happening, it was the slow motion thing again. And this
time, Rusty was a willing participant in the accident.
"On a scale from one to
ten, how inexperienced are you?" Rusty continued.
"That's... none of your
business!" Matty exclaimed.
"Hmm." Rusty pursed his
lips and crossed his arms. "You're a kinky kisser, for sure, so there's no way
you're a virgin, and yet." He rubbed his chin and turned, for no apparent
reason. Then, he marched toward the closet, rummaged through it and came out
with a fluffy toy that looked anthropomorphic enough to be considered a furry.
He waved it in front of Matty.
"Why do you have such a
thing?" Matty asked and pointed at the fluffy object.
"A chick gave it to me.
It was a gift. I never throw gifts away." The closet doors opened with a
low-key wail, and Matty watched as a multitude of things poured from inside. A
lot of it was sexy female lingerie, and he noticed a whip, a paddle, and many
other fluffy toys among other things.
Rusty looked over his
shoulder and then shrugged. "I should do some spring cleaning."
"It's the end of September,"
Matty pointed out.
"Yeah," Rusty admitted
but added nothing else. "Now," he said as he waved the toy, "show me how far
you went with guys. Did you touch here?" He pointed at the toy's chest.
Matty looked closely. Did
the toy have nipples? What kind of a toy was it? "I'm not answering your stupid
questions," he decided.
That seemed to leave
Rusty a bit discomfited. "Are you a virgin?"
Matty clamped his mouth
shut and threw Rusty as angry a look as he could muster.
"How come you kiss like
that?" Rusty continued.
"Like what?" Matty
mumbled. His cheeks had to be crimson red by now.
"You know, like you want
to force a poor guy into deepthroating without announcing yourself first. By
the way, not cool."
"Sorry," Matty said and
winced. He had gone overboard with that kiss. He shouldn't have been so thirsty
to begin with.
"Ah, I didn't mind,"
Rusty assured him. "But it looks like I have to teach you the proper
etiquette."
Matty just nodded,
feeling dazed. Rusty hadn't minded being kissed by him. "How?" he whispered.
Rusty smiled. No, he
smirked. That wasn't a good sign, was it?
***
He hadn't felt such a
thrill in a long time. And he was suddenly happy. Finally, his boredom was at an
end, and teaching Matty everything he needed to know about how to get out of
his shell and turn into a gay butterfly was the solution to everything.
Plus, it was so
satisfying to see the ice-cool ass going through so many different shades of
red that Rusty couldn't keep count.
"Well," he said and
walked over to Matty after throwing the useless toy over his shoulder. "Look,
this is what we're going to do about it." In one smooth motion, he took off his
tank top. Matty was staring at him, biting his bottom lip. That was a good
sign. It also made Rusty want to bite on the same lip, too. It was so plump and
sexy. Gay dudes would love it.
But first, Matty needed
to stop being such a nerd.
"Feel free to use me."
Rusty put his hands over his head and flexed his muscles in what he knew was a
totally sexy move.
"W-what?" Matty stuttered.
Rusty smirked. He so
totally had the guy where he wanted him. Oh, how the tables turned when the
sexy nerd didn't have a textbook in his hand and a sharp unforgiving glint in
his eyes. "Yeah, you heard me. Explore my body."
"Rusty." Matty rubbed his
forehead and took his eyes off him. Hmm, not a good sign. "Why would I do
that?"
"Because," Rusty
enunciated carefully, academic-style, "you must be curious about the male
body."
"I'm a guy," Matty threw
at him. "I know the male body well enough."
"Yours," Rusty pointed
out swiftly. "For the record, if you're gay, you need to be curious about other
dudes' bods. Not just the peckers." He made a vague gesture around his crotch.
"For real?" Matty said
breezily, his eyes wide and questioning in the most innocent manner possible.
Damn, that was one fine actor. "I had no idea."
"Sarcasm will get you
nowhere, gay boy." Action was mandatory, given the circumstances. Rusty walked
over to Matty, grabbed his reluctant hand and began rubbing it against his
chest. "See? Different from yours, right?" Matty's hand was a bit damp, but not
unpleasant. Rusty ignored the small shiver of delight coursing through him at
the touch.
"Yeah," came a whisper.
"I know," Rusty said and
snapped his fingers. He let Matty's hand drop and moved to the bed. He threw
himself on it, hands above his head. "I'll close my eyes. Imagine you're a
kinky doc and just hypnotized your patient, who's a dumb but very sexy jock."
Matty groaned. "Where do
you come up with these ideas?"
"I'm at your mercy, doc.
Do your kinky worst." Rusty bit his lips trying not to laugh. Matty was too
much of a goody-two-shoes to do anything dirty to him.
"Are you laughing at me?
Don't complain then," Matty said aggressively.
Hmm,
me likey, Rusty thought. "I wouldn't dare laugh at you. Come
on, let me see your kinky dirty nerdy side."
"You asked for it. What's
your safe word?"
"I'm shaking already. No
safe word needed. You don't have the guts," Rusty continued to rile up Matty.
With this guy, direct challenge worked best.
"All right. Your call."
Damn, Matty could sound pretty damn smug when he wanted. That was the part of
him that Rusty wanted to subdue and make crumble.
He was taken by surprise
by the sensation of warmth and wetness on his skin. Well, well, well. Matty had
a side. Rusty wasn't sure if it was kinky enough, but he was licking along his
right hip bone. Rusty shivered. Dat tongue, man, dat tongue. It was shy, yet
curious and daring.
Matty's touch was
featherlike but homing in on Rusty's pecs. At the same time, he took his time
licking across Rusty's lower belly and reaching the other hip. That was a guy
with a very clear kink in mind. Rusty held his muscles tight to give Matty
plenty to work with. Deft fingers brushed against his nipples and he hissed in
pleasure.
"Aren't you supposed to
be under hypnosis or something?" Matty teased him. "I didn't order you to
talk."
"Shut up and do your
thing. By the way, you're doing great."
Matty pinched his right
nipple lightly. Rusty grunted for show. He liked those little dares.
He understood the order
to shut up. The most challenging part was to continue to keep his eyes closed
while Matty did whatever he did. He was dying to watch him stick out that rosy
tongue and lick him all over.
But roleplay was meant to
be done well by respecting the script. As torturous as it was, he needed to
play the hypnotized.
Matty moved his tongue
again, dipping it in the main valley between the abs. Normally, Rusty would
have appreciated his bed partner going lower not upward at this point, but it
was Matty's show. Rusty even preferred to take pleasure in getting a boner that
he knew would remain unfulfilled unless he chose to use his hand. Later.
Now, he could hear Matty
sniffing him delicately, burying that cute nose into his chest hair here and
there. Then, Matty moved to his armpit and suddenly sank his teeth in the
tender flesh between the arm and torso.
It didn't hurt. But it
surely made Rusty's boner pop. He opened his eyes, grabbed Matty by the
shoulders and rolled him on the bed. His mouth covered moist lips, good enough
to eat, and he put his tongue deep inside Matty's mouth, earning a soft
desperate keen in return. Rusty wanted to feel that tongue on his, he wanted
Matty to force him to deepthroat it again. The memory of the kiss was back in
full force, and Rusty hiked his boner against Matty's thigh.
Matty struggled but
pushed him away. He stared at Rusty, breathing hard and with a wild look in his
eyes. "Safe word," he said.
"Oh, wow," Rusty said but
pulled slightly away to give Matty space. "I thought I was the one who would
need it. Why?"
"I can't tell," Matty
said, in a quick clipped manner.
Rusty moved further away
and stared between them. "Dude, you have a boner!"
Matty, flustered enough
to put a coven of nuns to shame, jumped from the bed. "You have a boner, too!"
"Yeah." Rusty was quite
proud of it. It was a mighty good boner. "I don't mind if you jerk off here."
Matty stared at him,
completely horrified. Right. Virgin boy needed to be taken easy. "Does it ever
cross your mind that you're a bit too..." Matty struggled for a bit to find the
right word, "open to these things for a straight guy?"
Rusty shrugged. "So? I
have full confidence in my sexuality or something. Nothing troubles me when it
comes to sex. Does it trouble you?"
"Plenty," Matty shot
back. He put his hands in his hair and looked desperate for a moment. "I have
to go."
"Okay, I won't keep you,"
Rusty said but he felt miffed by that abrupt decision. "For the record, how do
you rate my tutoring skills?"
Matty grabbed his
shoulder bag from the chair. "Goodbye, Rusty."
"See you on Friday?"
"Sure, of course, yes."
Matty ran toward the door.
"A little bit of blue
balls never killed anyone," Rusty shouted after him. "Not that I know of."
Damn, that boy was really in a hurry to take care of business.
Matty's hurried steps on
the stairs were the only reply. Rusty stretched on the bed and pulled out his
hard cock. As he replayed the very satisfying tutoring session in his head, his
eyes fell on the glasses he had taken from his tutor and placed on top of the
closet. Could he...?
Hmm, better not. But it
was a good fantasy to imagine coming on Matty's face. With the glasses on. It
wasn't gay if it was just a fantasy.
But, maybe, just maybe,
kissing his tutor and enjoying it way too much did make him a little gay. Eh,
whatever got him off.
It was one of the
happiest boners in his life of late, and it was worth playing with for a while.
Rusty kept his eyes closed as the memory of a sweet boy tongue in his mouth
flooded his brain with pleasure. The force of his release almost knocked him
over.
"Wow." He stared down at his
chest in awe. He had made a really nice and good mess.
Obnoxious tutors in tight
jeans with an attitude made good jerk off material. Go figure. There was always
something new to learn.
***
Oh, no, oh, no, why had
he played along? That wasn't hard to get! Matty burst
into his room, closed the door, crashed against it and pulled out his cock. It
took him about two point three seconds to unload.
He dropped to the floor.
His breathing was so uneven and harsh that he hoped no one on the other side of
the door could hear him. They would probably think something bad was happening
to him. Like he was sick or having a heart attack. Only that he was just sickly
in love with the wrong guy.
His t-shirt was ruined.
He took it off and dropped it on the floor by his side. What kind of madness
pushed him to do all those things to Rusty? Sure, the guy kept challenging him
and it looked like he didn't mind being licked all over by a gay dude, but that
didn't mean that Matty was supposed to lose his head like that.
He covered his face and
groaned. Rusty was probably having so much fun at his expense right now. It was
easy for him to wave the goods in the face of poor ol' thirsty Matty and even
let himself be groped and licked. He was very confident in his sexuality,
right?
Only that, Matty thought
as he kept on covering his face in shame, Rusty had kissed him. Yeah, he had
pushed him on his back, got on top of him, and kissed him like he meant it.
Plus, his cock had been hard as a rock. Matty touched his thigh, as if there
could be some phantom imprint of Rusty's penis still there.
No, no, no, for Rusty,
such things weren't probably in any shape or form to provide a cause for doubt
and other issues. No, he was the guy who got handsy with his best friends and
no one batted an eye. He could go around the campus, pinching the nipples of
all the guys happening in his path, and that was just Rusty.
And Matty was just Matty.
More and more foolishly in crush with him, because imagining things and doing
them for real were so very different. Now, he didn't need to use his brain to
conjure how Rusty's large sexy mouth felt on his. He knew it; and there were
absolutely no fricking chances that he would ever forget it.
Or how his hands had held
his shoulders, pressing him down. It made him weak in the knees just thinking
of it. How would it feel to have sex with him for real?
Matty shook his head and
jumped to his feet. No, he wasn't thinking that. There was no way he mistook
all this for something else. It would be just stupid. However, the plan of
seeing how far he could go with Rusty had high chances of exploding
spectacularly in his own face. It wouldn't be only his own jizz, as well. He
took the stained t-shirt to the bathroom and gave himself a longsuffering look
in the mirror.
Ah, fuck. He didn't have
his glasses.
His phone chimed at that
exact moment.
You
forgot your glasses. I'll drop by to bring them to you.
K.
Yes, single letter
abbreviations were the best way to hide what he was feeling. That `K' made him
sound cool and unaffected.
Make
sure I don't catch you jerking off to zombie porn again.
As
if.
Wow, he got this. If he
had to communicate to Rusty via short text messages, he was saved.
I
have better suggestions.
Don't
wanna hear them.
Not
a choice, Matty boy. Be ready for me.
Matty decided against
typing anything else. There was no intelligent, one-word comeback to something
like that. Ready for Rusty? That was impossible. Surely, Rusty was just teasing
him after seeing how easy it was to make Matty get a boner for him.
Thing was, he needed to
be quick because Rusty Parker would be upon him with who knew how many weird
challenges. He stashed away the stained t-shirt and slapped his cheeks hard
while staring one last time at himself in the mirror. Well, it would take Rusty
at least ten minutes to reach the dorm, so he had time to change into something
more fitting for the cool and collected person he was supposed to be and chill
his racing heartbeat.
Damn, he probably needed to
become a yoga expert in the next ten minutes to make that happen.
***
He opted out of the book
he had been reading the night of the cat boy incident and spread some textbooks
on the bed, careful to pretend that nothing had happened and that he was as
cool as a cucumber.
The playful knock on the
door still made him start with a small gasp. He really, really needed to get
hold of himself. He opened the door, making sure to school his face into
something neutral and non-inviting for further teasing.
"Your glasses,
professor," Rusty said and grinned, while holding his glasses. He wore a
different tank top and smelled like he had just showered.
Matty opened his palm.
"Thanks."
But Rusty pulled back his
hand and let Matty's glasses drop inside his pocket. "Aren't you going to
invite me in? I need to check on your proclivities regarding certain priapic
zombies."
He could resist, say
something like he needed to study, but Matty knew that he would only invite new
forms of torture into his life that way. His heart and other parts of his body
had had enough of that for the day. So, he stepped to the side and gestured
with his chin for Rusty to enter.
Ah, why did he have to
smell so good? Matty stopped breathing mid-way as Rusty threw him a strange
look. His voice came out wheezing. "Come inside already."
"Hmm," Rusty said and
walked in with his usual swagger that only served to further prove his
confidence in how he moved his body and the effect that had on the people
around him.
Matty stared after him,
letting his eyes linger lower. The sweatpants Rusty wore were the baggy type,
but the way they hung so low on those sexy hips helped Matty remember
everything from earlier a bit too much. There was plenty of junk in Rusty's trunk, for sure. Maybe, next time, Rusty would let
him play –
No, no, he needed to stop
with his wide-eyed fantasies. Any moment now, Rusty would start laughing at him
for being too easy.
Rusty took out Matty's
glasses and put them on the nightstand. Then, he plopped down on the bed and
examined the textbooks spread around. "Are you one of those multipotentialites?"
he asked. "Or just good at multi-tasking?"
He hadn't expect Rusty to
be curious about the textbooks. "It keeps me from getting bored. You know,
learning multiple things at the same time."
"I feel you, man," Rusty
said and then stared at him.
It took Matty all his
willpower not to fidget in place.
"I was thinking of a
trade, my dude," Rusty began.
"What trade?"
Rusty leaned back and put
his linked hands on top of his head. Why did he have to look so good in that
bed, even surrounded by textbooks? Matty wondered and licked his lips.
"You're free to say
`no'," Rusty continued.
Matty was pretty sure he
couldn't say `no' to Rusty in this life or the next. "All right." He crossed
his arms and looked at his guest, trying hard not to let any of his true
feelings show.
"You're obviously a guy
who hasn't seen any proper action in forever."
"Gee, thanks. Way to
boost a man's confidence," Matty shot back.
Rusty smirked. "You know,
that glare, how you're looking at me right now, I have no idea about what makes
some dudes tick and all that, but if I were gay, it'd make me want to bend you
over and give it to you."
Matty let out a suffering
sigh. "Then, I guess I'm in luck, because you're as straight as they come,
right?"
Rusty shrugged. "I'm
open-minded. And I like sex. I want other people to enjoy it too, you know?"
"By how often you hook
up, there's no shortage of candidates to your philosophy, right? By that, I
mean girls," Matty added quickly.
Rusty offered him another
broad smile. "I could teach you. I want to help you stop being so shy. I mean,
you do want to have sex with dudes, right? You're pretty thirsty, in my humble
opinion."
"I doubt there's a humble
bone in your whole body."
"True. But here I am,
with a proposition. Rusty Parker, that's me," he said pointing at his chest,
"is willing to lend his body to science."
"What science is that?"
"The science of getting
Matty Han to enjoy being the thirsty gay boy he is," Rusty replied brightly.
"Come on, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Unless you want to catch a
boyfriend or hook up with a sexy gay dude by playing the shy virgin... wait, do
you?"
"No," Matty replied. In
all honesty, he had no answer to that question. He only wanted to catch Rusty
Parker. The method was still unclear.
"See?" Rusty pointed out,
making a large gesture with his right arm, his palm open. "This is what we're
going to do. I'll help you explore and become confident of your sexuality, just
like I am. Then, I will release you into the wild, and you'll be able to have
anyone you want."
"Anyone?" Matty said
slowly.
Rusty nodded with
conviction.
"Anyone-anyone?" Matty
asked again. Even you?
"I always succeed in
everything I put my mind to," Rusty replied. "Just one thing."
"Yes," Matty replied,
waiting for the other shoe to drop. Now's
the moment when he's going to tell me that he's off-limits.
"Don't use what I'm
teaching you on Maddox or Jonathan. They're my bros. It wouldn't be cool."
Matty nodded eagerly. "Of
course."
Rusty gave him a long
look, his eyes narrowed as if he was trying to gauge if Matty was being honest.
"I'll hold you accountable. I saw the way you looked at my man Maddox. Sure, at
the moment, I didn't know what it was, but now I see it. Are you thirsty for my
bff, Matty?"
"No." Matty didn't know
if it was possible to shake his head more than that without having it unscrew
from his neck and make it fly across the room.
"Okay. Then we're cool.
Shake on it?" Rusty offered his hand, making very little effort to push himself
off the bed.
Matty was, therefore,
forced to walk to him and shake hands. He had no idea why he was doing that or
what followed.
"Good," Rusty said, still
shaking his hand. "For a moment there, I thought you'd say `no'. You know, like
your ethics-oriented mind was telling you that you shouldn't play with me to
avoid falling for your student."
Rusty was totally pulling
his leg. And he was wrong. When it came to falling, it was too late. Matty was
all too willing to trample everything that he knew about ethics only so that he
could get his hands on Rusty again.
That was how thirsty he
was. Rusty had no idea.
"Good." Rusty pushed
himself to his feet. "I'll turn you into the most desirable gay candy in the
land." He patted Matty's shoulders roughly. "That's a
promise, bro."
"Yeah, okay," Matty said,
stuttering a bit. "I'd like that."
"That was a nice, polite
reply." Rusty smirked as he stared him up and down. "We'll work on that, too."
"What, do you assume that
gay guys don't like nice polite guys?" Matty asked, wanting to be clever enough
to say something that would make Rusty stay a little bit longer.
Rusty gave him a
thoughtful once-over. "Do you consider yourself a top or a bottom?"
Matty shrugged. "I don't
know exactly. Maybe both?"
Rusty nodded. "Well, it's
all about discovering yourself, right? Something tells me that you're the
domineering kind. So, you might like to play both roles, and I can totally see
you as a power bottom, and even as a dom
cracking his whip."
"A dom?
I think your imagination is taking you a bit too far," Matty said. His palms
were starting to sweat. It was no mystery that Rusty enjoyed a little bit of
pain on the menu. Just imagining himself as the guy cracking his whip to make
Rusty obey was enough to give him a new series of wet dreams.
"Nah, nah, the first
rule, Matty boy, is not to knock it until you try it. Have you ever tried
dressing up in leather? Latex, maybe?"
Matty froze for a moment,
overly conscious of the cat boy suit at the bottom of his closet. "No, no, not
my style," he protested. "I like, you know, airy clothes." He pointed at his
striped shirt.
Rusty made a face. "Don't
worry, I'll drag you out of your cocoon and turn you into the most awesome gay
butterfly at Sunny Hill. You can't change your mind. You shook on it."
"No leather for me,
though. Or latex," Matty said quickly.
"All right, all right."
Rusty held his palms up. "I'm only guiding you, not pressuring you or anything.
Then, see you on Friday."
"I'm supposed to tutor
you on Friday."
"I'll let you do that, as
long as you let me tutor you back."
"I didn't know that was a
condition."
"It is, now," Rusty
concluded for the both of them. "Now, I gotta go.
There's a new doe in the land, looking for a hunter. Or so I heard."
Matty nodded, not knowing
what he could add to that. He dropped on the bed and caught his head in his
hands. Had he just struck a deal with the devil? If he had, it was all his
fault and no one else's.
Right now, Rusty was
going to chase some skirt as he always did, while Matty just sat here, in his
room, thinking of how bad he was still crushing on him without even knowing
why.
His phone interrupted his
thoughts.
"Local reports say that
Rusty Parker is just leaving your dorm."
"For real? What reports?"
Matty asked, alarmed.
"Relax. I'm on my way to
you, and I just saw him," Zoey said. "Is it just me, or do you sound really
down?"
"Just come up, and I'll
tell you all about it."
***
"So, you see, I am very
bad, like really incredibly bad, at playing hard to get," Matty finished his
explanation.
Zoey had gotten a
shortened, embellished, and kinks-left-out version of what had happened, not
for the sake of her innocent ears, but for that of his self-esteem. "Well,
that's true," she agreed, "but let's not forget about the ace up your sleeve."
"What's that?" As he saw
things, Rusty would torture him Friday after Friday, with glimpses of how it
would feel to be together even if only in a wrapped up way, until he got bored
and tired of him.
"Matty might play easy to
get, but your cat boy persona doesn't have to."
"I guess so. But what are
the chances I'll stumble upon Rusty again while in my cat boy suit?"
"Search for him," Zoey
suggested. "Come on."
"What, right now? You're
pushing me, in case you're not aware."
"Yes. Stop dallying."
"Zoey, I think that right
now, Rusty is hooking up with some new girl he noticed. I don't know if--"
"What did I tell you?
Stop it with the defeatist attitude. And stop getting out of his way of getting
laid. As a cat boy, you're free to cockblock him."
"I am?" Matty asked
cautiously.
"Yeah. Put on that suit
and go chase him down. That's your purpose in life right now."
Matty rolled his eyes,
but Zoey had a point. "Wait, I can't just go in and out of my room dressed as a
cat boy."
"Okay. I'll play watch
for you this time. But you need to find a way to do it."
Hiding clothes nearby was
one choice, although risky. Matty pondered for a bit until Zoey began elbowing
him again. "All right, I'll do it."
Zoey patted his head.
"See? That's the attitude."
***
After the earlier
jerk-off session, and clearing the air with Matty, Rusty felt like himself
again. That meant that he could start hooking up after his short stint in the
realm of the abstinent. To be honest, it did serve well and made for good
blow-ups to keep from sex a little, but now, he was all for pleasure.
Also, as much as he liked
fooling around with Matty, there was a bit too much gay in his sandwich lately.
He was a ladies' man, to put it nicely, and he hadn't been that for the last several
days.
Rumor had it that a
certain freshman already had the hots for him and had accepted a challenge from
her circle of girlfriends to bring him to his knees. That was a good, solid
attitude. Rusty could barely wait to do some pressure tests.
And to take plump lips,
wide eyes, and a certain tongue out of his mind. What was he now? Gay like
Maddox?
"Hey, hey," he called for
a girl who looked like she was new around there by how she studied her
surroundings and was noting something on her pad. "Do you know where I can find
Wilhelmina, um, Willie?" He had no idea what the girl's last name was.
The girl looked at him
and blinked a few times. "I know a Wilhelmina, but I don't think that's her
last name."
"I don't know, either,"
Rusty said with a big smile and put his hands in his pockets. "But there can't
be more than one Wilhelmina in freshman year, right?"
"I only know one," the
girl replied stubbornly.
"Well, tell me where I
can find her," Rusty said with a shrug.
He listened to the girl's
directions and thanked her, hoping that his dazzling smile was enough to make
her lose some of the sourness in her face. Evening was setting, and he wanted
to be back to the house early enough to enjoy Jonathan's cooking. Those two
were really bent on not living together during senior year, but Jonathan was
spending more time at their house than in his own room. Probably Ray was
half-disappointed about it, but also half-grateful because that meant he could
have his girlfriend over more often than not.
He was heading over to
the dorm indicated by the girl, when someone called his name. He turned to see
a blonde girl with hair down to her waist, walking toward him. Oh, right, that
was his target.
"I heard you've been
asking about me," she said and smiled while wrapping a strand of hair around
her forefinger. She was casting sideway glances at him and chewing on her gum.
She looked like she
didn't have a lot going on for her in the upstairs department, but everything
below the forehead looked in perfect order. Especially that rack, which Rusty
eyed with expert consideration.
"Yeah," he started.
His eyes slid past her,
to the wall behind. Chasing that cat boy on Saturday night had been so much
fun. Unexpected fun.
"And?" the girl asked and
looked over her shoulder, curious to see what was competing with her for Rusty's attention. "Is there something you want to ask me?"
Yeah, he would like to ask
her how she got a name like that, and charm her with sweet talk. Then, if she
was game, he would go to her room and they'd play the horizontal cha-cha for
like an hour or so...
Predictable. He knew how
things would go with that girl without thinking twice.
"What are you looking
at?" she eventually asked, unnerved by his silence, without a doubt. "Wow, what
the hell is that?"
Rusty blinked. At first,
he thought it was his imagination conjuring up the cat boy, again up on the
wall, but no, the chick in front of him could see him, too. The cat boy was
gracefully walking on the narrow ledge, his skinny tail swinging to and fro. He
stopped, and while it was difficult to figure out his expression from where
Rusty was, he seemed to be pondering over his next move.
Hmm, better not to scare
him and just observe him.
"O. M. G.," Wilhelmina
commented, "is it one of those losers who don't have a life and play dress-up?"
Rusty turned his head
toward her so fast it made a cracking noise. He worked a sudden kink in his
neck and stared her down. She mistook his change in attitude for something else
and batted her eyelashes while chewing harder on her gum.
"You're not the
Wilhelmina I was looking for," he said.
She looked at him
nonplussed and blinked hard and fast a few times. "There's no other Wilhelmina
around here."
"I'm sure there is,"
Rusty said and ruffled her hair, which she had probably painstakingly styled
for hours. "Sorry, my bad. Allow me to take my leave, miss."
She brought her hands to
her hair and rushed after him. "Are you sure?" she asked. "I've been asking
about you."
"Ask again next week,"
Rusty told her without a second thought.
"Really? Next week, I
might be asking about someone else," she warned him with obvious rancor.
He waved. "My loss,
then," he said airily, his full attention on the cat boy on the wall now.
While he had conversed
with Wilhelmina, the cat boy had decided to sit on a ledge and let his feet
dangle over the wall, as if he was debating whether or not to jump down on this
side.
Wilhelmina turned on her
heel and left in a huff. Rusty only heard her walking away. He had no eyes for
her anymore. What he had eyes for was a stray cat who needed some
domesticating.
TBC