Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 24
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2022 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Twenty-Four – Better
Than Nothing
Maddox watched as Rusty
rested his head on his outstretched arm, while using his other hand to pour
salt into his water glass. Getting the airhead off beer for at least the
duration of the evening seemed like a lost cause. "Are you going to drink
that?" he asked.
Rusty blinked lazily at
him. He had brushed his hair, showered, and dressed in clean clothes, but that
didn't mean that his mind was less of a mess. Maddox wouldn't outright say
something cheesy like he was worried about his bestie, but in all truth, he was
worried about his bestie.
"What's it like?" Rusty
asked, ignoring his question on purpose.
Maddox gave him a stare
supposed to wither him on the spot. "I'm not telling you a thing about how it
is to fuck Jonathan."
Rusty grinned. "Come on,
you're dying to tell me."
Maddox grinned back. Nah,
he didn't want to give details or brag or anything, but he did want to say
something. "It's frigging it, okay? But I'm not going to tell you more."
"It's because it's
different, right?" Rusty asked.
They were still waiting
for their pizza to arrive, and they were already getting to the meatiest parts
of their conversation. "You're asking me if it's different because he's a dude?
Yeah, it's different," Maddox confirmed.
Rusty pursed his lips and
looked at him with unexpected candor. "That's not what I mean. It's different
because you like him, right? Like really, really like him."
Maddox nodded. And then,
he realized that he wasn't there to talk about himself and Jonathan. Rusty was
deflecting and, as usual, he was damned good at it. "Yeah, so I wonder what you
really, really like these days? Getting as much booty as you can?" He smirked
to show that he intended to make light of the situation so that he could get
near the real issue undetected.
No chance of that.
Rusty's eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me this is an intervention thing or
whatever."
Maddox sighed. The
waitress interrupted them for a moment as she placed the plates in front of
them. Rusty seemed suddenly livelier at the sight of food and also at the
waitress's tight mini skirt. He gave her a long appreciative look as she walked
away, and she threw him a come-hither smile over her shoulder.
"You're such a dog,"
Maddox said.
"She has a nice ass,"
Rusty countered. "And legs. Two of `em." He put two
fingers up as if Maddox couldn't tell what that meant.
"You're still a dog," he
repeated. "Come on, man, this is me. What the hell is going on that you can't
spare a moment to sleep? You're the king, everyone bows to you, but don't you
have enough already? You look like shit."
Yeah, tough love had to
be it.
Rusty pouted and ran his
hands through his hair like Maddox's criticism had just been a blow to his
self-confidence. But, the next moment, he burst into laughter. "That Jonathan
dude really has you by the dick," he joked.
"Are you trying to get
smart? And what's Jonathan got to do with anything we're talking about right
now?"
"He has," Rusty insisted.
"Because you're all serious now, you expect me to be serious, too."
"How am I serious? Wait,
are you saying that I'm boring now that I have a boyfriend?" Maddox stared at
Rusty in disbelief. Not that he minded being boring, if it meant that he had
Jonathan, and that was a pretty sweet deal. But what was Rusty getting at, anyway?
"Nah, that's not it."
Rusty leaned back in his chair and stared at him with hooded eyes. "If there hadn't
been any Jonathan, you'd be busy competing with me for chicks right now."
That was true. It was so
true it was annoying. Maddox growled under his breath. Fuck Rusty and his being
right. "Yeah," he admitted with plenty of reluctance. "Still, I wouldn't have
been as fucked up as you are right now."
"Not my fault chicks dig
me so much," Rusty said with a shrug and a smile.
Maddox jumped at the opportunity.
"The real question is: do you still dig them? According to Kane, you don't stay
with one longer than half an hour."
"Kane should mind his
business, freaking lifer," Rusty huffed. "And I last for way longer than half
an hour."
"No shit," Maddox countered
without any qualms about putting his bestie in his place. "Is your dick still
attached to the rest of you?"
Rusty grinned and leaned
over the table. "Wanna check?"
"Here, or should we wait
until we get back?" Maddox said and gave Rusty his best shit-eating grin.
Rusty laughed so loud and
hard that the people at the nearby tables stopped what they were doing to stare
at them. Maddox had to kick his asshole of a friend under the table to make him
stop. Rusty waved at the annoyed patrons and pointed at Maddox. "This guy's a
riot. He needs to do standup."
Maddox had no problem
with playing along with Rusty, either, when it was them against the world.
"He's just saying so. I'm not that funny."
"Oh, dear, don't be so
modest," Rusty drawled.
The people began to smile
and returned to their meals and conversations.
"You got that from your
boyfriend, too," Rusty said as soon as no one was paying them any attention.
"You're gutsier."
"I call bullshit," Maddox
replied. "I'm the definition of the gutsiest guy in the known universe. Always
have been."
"Yeah, but you weren't
kinky," Rusty said with satisfaction. "I don't think you'd have said anything
before about wanting to touch the mighty Thor."
Maddox covered his face
and laughed into his palms. They really needed to keep this conversation on the
right track, or the people around them might think they were nuts. "The mighty
Thor?" he whispered as soon as he got his bearings back. "For real?"
Rusty puffed out his
chest with pride. "So I've been told. I didn't name him."
"Yeah, sure, let's leave
it at that. Come on, Rusty, don't make me chase you with a bat. Don't chicks do
it for you anymore? Why are you changing them like socks? Oh, wait, I stand
corrected. I've seen you going outside with no socks at all, and it's November."
Rusty sighed as if Maddox
was giving him too hard a problem to solve. "How do you know that Jonathan does
it for you?"
"Is this bothering you?
That I'm with him?" Maddox asked.
"Nope. But I want to
know. What's special? You know, about the whole thing."
Maddox opened his mouth,
but no sound came out. There were many things; where was he even supposed to
start? And that wasn't it. He found it difficult to explain because he wasn't
sure Rusty would be on the same wavelength so he could understand. So, for lack
of anything else, he just stared at his friend in confusion.
Only to be met by an
equally confused expression in Rusty's green eyes that
was not an act at all . "Well, it is," he replied,
somewhat defensively. "Don't make me say cheesy stuff. I know you're dying to."
Like how Jonathan was the
most beautiful person that must have ever lived on the face of the planet, and
how his smile was so precious that Maddox wanted to steal it and keep it under
lock and key, and how his body was so warm and tight and...
Okay, he needed to stop
or he'd just end up having wide-eyed fantasies about his boyfriend of whom he couldn't
get enough, nor believed he ever would.
Quick, he needed to get
himself together. The fastest way to do that was to launch a counterattack.
"What about cat boys?" he asked quickly.
Rusty blinked and looked
at him in even more confusion.
Maddox reached for the
ketchup bottle, just to pretend that he wasn't flustered because he had been
thinking a little too much about Jonathan and his perfect hard body. Before, he
would have never felt embarrassed about thinking of some girl and her nice
curves; but right now, everything was different, and he felt the need to hide
what he and Jonathan were doing when alone from the entire world. Not even
Rusty was allowed there. It was just too private.
"What about cat boys?"
Rusty asked, echoing his question.
"Don't tell me you're
over them, too."
"I'll never be over cat
boys," Rusty declared.
Good, good, that was a
way to steer the conversation away from what exactly made his heart beat faster
and his body go into overdrive whenever he did as little as think of Jonathan.
"So? Get yourself a cat boy and see what it's all about," he suggested.
"I can't," Rusty pointed
out as if it was the most natural thing to say.
"Why? Oh, wait, is
`can't' suddenly part of your vocabulary? That's a big surprise."
Rusty hesitated, and that
look of confusion was back in his eyes. "I only want to pet one."
Maddox pinched the bridge
of his nose. In any other universe except Rusty's, that had to be weird as fuck,
yet, somehow it made total sense. He could picture Rusty patting the head of a
dude dressed up as a cat, completely not ironically. "Just pet? You don't want
to grab a laser and see if the guy climbs the wall, bent on catching the red
dot, right?" With someone like Rusty, he needed to check.
Rusty looked at him like
he was actually considering doing exactly that. Better not put any more crazy
ideas in the guy's head, Maddox thought.
"Between you and me,
Rusty, though," he said quickly, "do you think that you might be into boys?
Maybe a little?" That could be a solid reason for all the confusion and the
affirmation of Rusty's sexuality by throwing himself
into any available bed on campus with a girl in it.
"Nope. Just cat boys,"
Rusty said with determination.
"Okay, I'm not going to
fight you over it. You know better." Maddox knew that Rusty didn't do well with
being told who he really was or what he was thinking by someone else. He
usually thought about what he was told, but only if there was room for him to
squeeze out, and that was why Maddox was giving him an exit right now. "Now,
eat your pizza. I can tell you've only been eating crap lately."
"Hey, don't disparage
those who don't have the privilege of dating a chef. Hey, do you think you can
convince Jonathan to sleep over and cook for everyone? And by that, I mean me."
"I'm not going to do
that, you lazy bum. And he's not a chef. Just someone who knows how to cook."
Rusty snorted. "You
should kiss his ass and ask him to feed you."
Maddox looked at his
plate. Rusty needed to stop it with the innuendos. Sure, he loved kissing
Jonathan's ass and also feasting on that awesome cock of his, but right now, he
had to think of anything else except that.
"You're thinking of
something kinky," Rusty said with a laugh.
"Am not," Maddox
protested. "Shut up, cat boy lover. Just go chase some tail already."
Rusty sighed
theatrically. "I can't, man, I just can't."
"You still didn't tell me
why, though."
"Because I'm not gay like
your gay ass," Rusty replied and waited for Maddox to jump for the bait.
Maddox crumpled a tissue
and threw it at his friend. Rusty dodged and laughed.
"My gay ass worries about
your straight ass. Eat your food. And we'll set some ground rules later. Like
you cannot have more than one chick over a week."
"Says who? Kane?"
"Everyone. Stop whoring
around, you male slut," Maddox said.
"All right. One a day."
"Five days."
"Three."
"Deal."
Still better than
nothing, Maddox thought to himself. With Rusty, that uphill battle was always
worth it, though.
***
Jonathan smiled as he
grabbed the phone. "Hey," he said, feeling the now familiar warmth in his chest
whenever Maddox was involved.
"Hey, do you think you
can come out for a sec? I'm right outside your dorm. I know it's late--"
"I'll be right there,"
Jonathan promised as he got off the bed and started changing. "I'm walking out
the door right now. Don't go anywhere."
Maddox chuckled in his
ear. "I wouldn't dream of that."
Was he talking too much?
Jonathan felt heat rising in his cheeks as he walked into the hallway and
grabbed his coat. Supposedly, they were official only in each other's eyes, and
they hadn't had the chance to talk about it. But was right now a good moment?
Did he sound too eager? Was he even right to assume that Maddox truly wanted
it?
There was no time for
overthinking. He found Maddox right outside and hurried to him as if the guy
was a magnet and he a random fleck of iron. Maddox grinned from ear to ear and
moved to meet him mid-way.
"Hey," Jonathan said,
feeling suddenly stupid and lacking any clever words to say.
"Don't talk." Maddox
pulled him into a hug and kissed his lips hard.
Jonathan closed his eyes
and abandoned himself to the sensation. Good thing he didn't have to talk at
all. His lips parted, allowing Maddox's playful tongue to sneak inside. They
were kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in ages, when it was only this
morning that they had been locked in a similar embrace, kissing in front of the
entire campus.
This time, at least, they
didn't have an audience. Maddox moved slightly away, but then came back, and
kissed him harder. Jonathan let out of small moan of pleasure as Maddox snuck
his hands inside his coat and locked them just above the small of his back.
He was the one to tear
away this time, but not completely. He kissed Maddox back and he was kissed
back. Why did things ever have to be complicated? Kissing made everything seem
so easy.
"Hmm," he cleared his
throat as soon as they let their mouths part ways. "Someone might see us," he
whispered.
"It's late," Maddox
pointed out. "And we've already been outed, so what else can happen?"
"I don't know. Maybe get
busted for indecent exposure?" Jonathan asked.
Maddox laughed and teased
his ear, while his hands moved lower and cupped Jonathan's ass. "What indecent
exposure?"
"Indeed," Jonathan said
and laughed. Then he remembered that he needed to say in person the same thing
he had been messaging to Maddox all day. "I'm really sorry about how everything
went down this morning. I had the best intentions--"
Maddox placed a finger
against his lips. "Stop saying sorry. I mean it. Care for a little walk?"
"Sure." Jonathan accepted
Maddox's hand wrapping around his and trembled slightly at the roughness and
warmth he felt right away. "How's Rusty?"
"Hopefully, less of a
whore now that I talked some sense into him," Maddox said with self-importance.
"He has quite the
reputation," Jonathan agreed. He understood Maddox's concern, even though he
didn't want to say it out loud. "Is he going to listen to you?" He was curious,
not only about Rusty and how Maddox could convince a free wild spirit like that
to do the right thing, but about so many other things – all of them – that made
Maddox who he was.
"We struck a deal,"
Maddox confirmed. "So, just to check with you, we're really boyfriends now,
right?"
Jonathan hadn't expected
such a straightforward question. In hindsight, he should have expected Maddox
to be the kind not to beat around the bush. "Um, yes. So everyone thinks," he
replied quickly. He hated how unsure his voice sounded.
Maddox burst into
laughter. "It's not a life sentence. You don't have to be so gloomy."
"I'm not," Jonathan
protested. And he would take that life sentence if it meant he would be with
Maddox forever. Now those were silly thoughts. "I just barged in on you,
without bothering to ask you first--"
"Hey, hey," Maddox
warned, "what did I tell you? Stop saying sorry, or I'll make you shut up. Wanna challenge me?" he added in a playful tone.
Jonathan had an idea
about Maddox's means to shut him up. "Not really, or we might end up doing some
unspeakable things in very public places." There was comfort in knowing they
wanted each other so much.
"I'm not against that,"
Maddox said, rising to the occasion and pushing against him playfully.
"I am. I'd rather not
have us both expelled on the grounds of not being able to keep it in our
pants."
"It?" Maddox challenged
him. "You mean, my hand in your pants? I'd keep it there."
"Stop joking," Jonathan
scolded him, but he was laughing, too.
"And then," Maddox added
since he was on a roll, "when anyone asks why my hand was there, I'd say that I
was cold and needed to get warm."
"Hmm. My pants appear to
be just the right option for warming one's cold hand," Jonathan played along.
"They'll get that."
"Not anyone's cold hand,"
Maddox contradicted him. "Mine."
"Of course."
They were walking
aimlessly, talking silly. Jonathan couldn't remember how his conversations with
Drew usually went. It had all seemed so intense at the time; now it was far
away and vague, those thoughts from long ago borrowing the texture of mist,
full of nothing but bad memories.
"Hey, where did you go?"
Maddox swung their linked hands to get his attention.
"I was just thinking."
"Care to tell me about
what?"
"Just how so different
everything is now," Jonathan admitted. "I wasn't even thinking properly when I
ran to you this morning. It's like I'm living a new life."
"Wow, that's deep. You
should have chosen something else as your major. Or do you specialize in magic
potions in that chemistry lab? Ah, that explains how quickly you ensnared me,"
Maddox said emphatically, like an actor on a stage. "It has to be magic."
"Shut up," Jonathan shot back
with a laugh. "You're the one who makes people believe the craziest stories.
Although, you might want to work on your charm, because Xpress doesn't want to
even consider that you're real about me." Are
you real about me? He wanted to ask that out loud. "We might have to
convince them, you know."
"I don't give two shits
about Xpress," Maddox replied and snorted for good measure. "So I'll be labeled
as gay or whatever. I have you, and that's what matters."
Jonathan swallowed
thickly. How nonchalant Maddox was. "I'm glad," he said in a small voice.
"What? You'll have to
speak louder," Maddox teased him.
Jonathan stopped to face
him. "I'm glad that you think that. That... you think that I matter." He did a
great job of stumbling over his own words.
Maddox let go of his
hands only so that he could pinch his cheeks, hard enough to make him protest.
"Hey, what was that for?"
"It'll teach you not to
be so insecure around me. Too bad I have to take you back `cause
it's so late. Or else, I'll use all this," Maddox gestured at his body, "to
convince you of what I really think of you."
How long was this going
to last? Maddox seemed not to care about what Xpress and the rest of Sunny Hill
thought about him right now, but in the long run... It was better not to think
about it. Because even if Maddox suddenly decided that everything was wrong and
pushed Jonathan away, these moments would still be real.
And it would still be so
much better than having nothing at all, the way he had felt when Drew had
thrown him under the bus to save his skin as if Jonathan was nothing but a
stranger or, even worse, an enemy.
He caressed Maddox's
cheeks, basking in that beautiful smile. The campus was well lit at night, so there
was no problem seeing each other, even in the dark. Still, he took in every
line of that handsome face so that it would be with him forever.
Maddox knocked against
his forehead. "You're doing it again," he said. "Just stop it, whatever you're
doing. I can bet my ass you'd be much happier if you just thought less of every
single thing."
"Don't bet your ass,"
Jonathan replied playfully and grabbed Maddox's perfect behind for a second.
"It's too good to lose over a bet like that."
"Oh, really?" Maddox
drawled. "Do you like my ass?"
"Of course I like your
ass."
"Well, keep that in
mind."
"What for?" Jonathan
looked at Maddox, trying to figure out what was going through the guy's mind.
"You'll see," Maddox said
in a secretive voice and reached for another kiss.
Jonathan wanted to spend
all night here, kissing back. But it looked like one of them still had half a
brain because, eventually, Maddox let him go. "Let's get you in bed," he said.
"Right," he agreed. "Do
you think we can see each other this weekend?"
Maddox snorted. "I'll see
you any day you want. Oh, you mean, for--" He pushed Jonathan's shoulder and
batted his eyelashes.
"Yeah, for," Jonathan
said sternly and pushed him back, but he had to laugh.
"I'll get the guys out of
the house somehow," Maddox promised.
"You don't have to, on my
account. Maybe they want to study. And I'd feel bad," Jonathan said quickly.
"Hmm, okay. But Rusty has
a cunning plan to get you into the kitchen. Apparently, you make conquests with
your cooking, too," Maddox accused.
"I don't mind preparing
something for everyone."
"I knew you'd say that.
See, that's the problem. You're way too generous with others, when you should
only think about how to give it to me in the bedroom."
Give it to him. Jonathan
rolled the idea around in his head for a moment. Could Maddox mean... No, his
imagination was running away with him again, and he needed to stop it. "All
right. I'll give it to you," he said and turned a smidge so that he could push
his ass playfully into Maddox's crotch.
The other grunted in
exaggerated pain. "Hamilton, you didn't just do that. You're nasty."
"You're not the first one
to tell me that."
"Let me guess. Rusty."
"That's the fellow."
"Stop making me jealous
of him. And for the record, you're only nasty because you know I cannot fuck
you with all the work we need to put in this week. By the way, I'll send you
the project by the end of the week. It's almost finished."
"I'm impressed, Kingsley.
You really are more than just a pretty face."
"Yeah, I'm a pretty dick,
too."
They laughed at the same
time at Maddox's joke.
"I should know," Jonathan
joked back. "Anyway, good job, partner. Glad I got paired with you."
"I made it happen,"
Maddox said, puffing out his chest. "So be thankful to me."
Jonathan brushed his lips
slowly against his. "Sure thing I am. Completely."
Maddox whined like a
puppy and pulled him close, making their groins grind together. "Are you sure
we cannot fuck until Friday?"
"We really need to focus
on our studies, too," Jonathan said, but he knew that he sounded like it wouldn't
take a lot for him to be convinced otherwise.
Maddox, however, appeared
to know that there were other important things that needed attention. "Shit, I
know. But let's be clear. That whole thing with this being for only a month and
all. It's off. Don't give me lip."
"I'm not. I mean, okay.
So it's like... indefinitely?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah. And I changed my
mind. Give me that lip. No, give them both."
Jonathan pushed him away
playfully. "My lips are hurting already. Let's just go before we do something
we might not regret until finals come around."
"Okay, Mr. Dictator,"
Maddox reluctantly agreed. "But know that the moment you step into my lair,
I'll hear no more complaints."
"I can see myself getting
behind that," Jonathan offered.
"Behind, he-he-he..."
Maddox chuckled and smooched him nonetheless.
Mad Dawg was a funny guy.
He had to ask about that now they were an item in the eyes of the world. But
another time. Any more delays, and they might just end up spending the entire
night outside, with neither of them wanting to go to sleep.
***
Maddox huffed and placed
the mirror at an angle so he could see properly. He winced as he brought the
razor close to the skin. Then he withdrew his hand. "No fucking way," he
decided.
Well, he was a chicken
all right. Maybe waxing was a better idea than shaving? But somehow that
sounded like even more of a drag. Sure thing, not as dangerous as nicking certain
parts by accident, but still like a lot of pain.
Hmm, so shaving was out
of the question. He would need to entice Jonathan in a different way. Maybe he
could get some sexy lingerie. Sexy lingerie? That definitely didn't sound manly
at all. He gave up and stood to his feet. He really needed to check some weird
websites for advice.
He was on his laptop and
lost in a world of strange recommendations when Rusty barged through the door.
"What the hell, man?" Maddox turned toward his bestie. "What if I was
masturbating?"
Rusty shrugged. "It
wouldn't be the first time I've stumbled upon you jerking off."
"Really?" Maddox made a
fierce face. "When was that?"
Rusty pondered for a
moment. "Or maybe that was Dex. I can't remember. All dicks look the same to
me."
"No shit, even the mighty
Thor?"
Rusty grinned at him,
quite pleased with himself. "He's the only one I'm willing to shake hands with.
He's different."
"You're full of crap,"
Maddox said. "What the hell happened that you felt the need to barge in like that?"
"Oh, yeah. It's the wet
t-shirt contest, man!" Rusty began waving his hands like that was the biggest
news since landing on the moon.
"Hello, I have a
boyfriend now. So, not into watching chicks getting wet," Maddox explained.
"Wait, a wet t-shirt contest in November? Who's the nutso that came up with
that bright idea?"
Rusty waved dismissively like
Maddox was too slow. "It's not for chicks. It's for dudes. And we're all in it.
Jonathan, too."
Hmm, Jonathan all wet,
his perky nipples showing through... "Jonathan? Fuck no," Maddox said. "I won't
let him."
Rusty shrugged. "Too
late. He got registered."
Fuck. Everyone would get
to see the goods. Maddox pouted and turned back to the screen. He needed to
find a way to convince Jonathan to drop out of the stupid contest. It was only
crazy shit students did, not like it counted toward getting good grades and
stuff.
"Whatcha
looking for?" Rusty asked from behind.
Maddox closed the laptop
with a loud smack. "None of your business, asshole."
TBC
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