Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 25
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2022 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Twenty-Five – A Boyfriend
In Need Is A Boyfriend Indeed
"I'm so nervous I don't
think I can eat anything until Friday," Ray said while shoveling cereal into
his mouth like it was the only thing that mattered in the world at the moment.
Jonathan pulled the bowl
away from him, leaving his roommate with his spoon in the air and a guilty look
on his face. "Don't eat that, eat this," he said and placed a plate with eggs
and salad in front of him.
Ray shrugged and accepted
the fork Jonathan offered him right away. "I mean, who would want to see me
like that?"
"Hanna would," Jonathan
pointed out. "And stop making a big thing out of it. It's just a practical
joke."
"Yeah, easy for you to
say. I've seen you without your shirt, JJ," Ray said accusingly and gestured
with the fork. "But I look like a three-months-old chicken. Ah, I should just
chicken out and be done with it. That should be in line with the rest of me."
"Don't you dare. Your
girlfriend got us both registered, and we don't want to make her mad, right?"
Jonathan said. "She was quite adamant that we should be there. And all proceeds
will go to an animal shelter, so isn't that a good enough cause to show a
little skin? If you don't go, I won't, either."
Ray pouted, but then he
reconsidered and sighed from the depths of his soul. "She'll get upset if we
don't. I'll hold her responsible for my public embarrassment."
"I'll be there, and I'll
hold your hand," Jonathan promised.
"And risk Maddox's wrath?
No way."
"Wrath? Seriously, I
still don't get why anyone would call him Mad Dawg in the first place. He's one
of the kindest people I know."
"Yeah, I guess so, but I
bet he's the jealous type. I've seen how he looks at you all the time. Like
this." Ray pushed his eyelids upwards, exposing the eyes, and scanned around
like he had laser vision.
Jonathan laughed. "Stop
worrying, Ray. And I've heard that," he cleared his throat and forced himself
to stop laughing, "The Amazing Four will be there. That means that everyone
else will be practically invisible. We have nothing to worry about, I'm telling
you."
Ray shook his head. "I
appreciate your wanting to pretend that we're in the same league. But I bet
that you," he pointed at Jonathan with the fork, "will win the contest."
"I prefer to doubt that.
With the likes of Maddox and his friends competing, I don't see how. And no,
before you say anything, it's not false modesty. It's the truth."
Jonathan understood Ray's
insecurities, and from where he stood, his roommate had nothing to be ashamed
of. But seeing how he himself was a bundle of vulnerabilities day in and day
out, he was ill-equipped to offer some proper advice on the matter.
Then, an idea began to
take shape in his mind. Well, it was wild and contained a considerable number of
unknown factors, but if he put his mind to it, it could work and it was worth a
try.
***
"Why are you in that
contest?"
Jonathan turned to face
Maddox, who was staring at him with a pissed off look on his handsome face.
They were in the hallway and had to go to class soon, so the timing was not
exactly ideal for a conversation. Although, when it came to Maddox, Jonathan
considered skipping class for like a moment or so.
"The contest... ah, you
mean the one this Friday?"
"The wet t-shirt
contest," Maddox said through his teeth and leaned forward while holding his
arms crossed over his chest.
He looked adorable and
itching for a fight. Incredibly pretty, in a nutshell, and Jonathan had to
close his eyes for a moment to stop the impulse to lean in and kiss those pouty
delicious lips. As official as they were in everyone's eyes, it didn't do to
kiss in the hallway like horny teenagers. They were, supposedly, responsible
young men who knew better than give in to temptation like that.
"Well, what do you have
to say for yourself?" Maddox asked.
"You're in that contest,
too, aren't you?" Jonathan pointed out, failing to see what the issue was.
"Yeah, but that's not the
problem. You are." Maddox changed his position and poked him in the chest.
"Hmm, are we having a
fight?" Jonathan asked.
Maddox pondered for a
moment. "Yeah. I'm not letting you go on stage and let everyone ogle you.
Definitely, I cannot let them see this," his voice dropped and he wrapped his
hand around Jonathan's right pec for a quick moment before pulling away.
"You're a bit absurd,"
Jonathan pointed out, fighting to ignore the small jolt of pleasure at having
Maddox feel him up like that. "If we were on a beach, we would be a lot more
naked than that."
"You're not allowed to go
to the beach, either," Maddox said petulantly.
"Really?" Jonathan
blinked. "You're half-way serious, aren't you?"
Maddox started to smile
but then reconsidered. He moved closer until their faces almost touched and
whispered, "I am because I'm supposed to be the only one who gets to see you
naked."
"I won't be naked,"
Jonathan protested. "It's for a good cause. Don't tell me you want the kittens
to go hungry."
"Got me there," Maddox
played along. "But I'll be jealous. Make sure to be ready to compensate for that
when you drop by on Saturday."
"I will. But since I got
you here already, can I ask you something?"
"Sure. What it is,
boyfriend?" Maddox drawled.
Jonathan took him by the
shoulder so they could walk side by side. "It's for another good cause."
***
Maddox knew a lot of
things about why he liked Jonathan, but more and more were added to the pile
every day. Sure thing, he had played it off as a joke that he couldn't let
Jonathan show off his amazing pecs to the world in the wet t-shirt contest, and
he was still jealous, deep down, but his boyfriend's idea was pretty brilliant,
and they would end up turning the thing around for a good cause.
Dex and Kane had been on
it right away. Rusty, as usual, had issued a challenge, and Maddox had had to
tickle him until he couldn't breathe to accept it. So, the stage was set, and
they only needed to get moving.
Sure thing, everyone
seemed to have an amazing time, especially the girls who found the show a lot
funnier than it should have been. It wasn't like it was freezing outside or
anything, but still, standing there in wet clothes didn't sound like an
appealing idea at all.
Dex was the showman now,
shouting some indiscernible victory chants as he held his arms high and showed
off his body. The t-shirt clung to him, leaving nothing to the imagination, but
Maddox wasn't impressed. He had never looked at his friends that way, but the
crowd was totally going crazy.
Rusty ordered the DJ to
accompany his entrance with the right kind of music for a king like himself,
and some reggaeton rhythms struggled to reign over the noises the guy's fan
club was making. He, too, made a show out of it, dancing languorously and
rubbing his chest and abs. And since Rusty was Rusty, of course he took off his
wet t-shirt and threw it into the crowd.
"And now, while you might
want to see the rest of The Amazing Four," the DJ boomed into his mike, "I'd
say that we need an intermezzo to cool us down a little."
The crowd booed and the
DJ had to hide behind his battle station as small objects of questionable
nature began flying toward him. The DJ, however, was a brave man, and the chords
of some fancy classical music replaced Rusty's reggaeton.
Maddox had known that
moment was coming, but that didn't mean he was prepared for it. Jonathan walked
onto the stage, nodded politely at the DJ and waited for the guy in charge to
pour the bucket of water over him.
Magic or not, Maddox
tuned out the crowd as he watched Jonathan run his hands through his hair to
push the wet strands away from his eyes. His eyelids fluttered and his lips
parted, making Maddox's heart beat faster. Then, he shyly rubbed the back of
his neck and opened his eyes. His perfect pecs showed through the wet t-shirt,
and the fabric clung to the mounds and valleys of his abs, offering everyone
looking the unhindered sight of a body that didn't belong to an athlete like
Dex or Rusty, but was still the most desirable of them all.
Maddox turned his
attention to Jonathan's face once more, and then noticed the red tinge on the
height of his cheeks, the increasingly frantic movement of his eyelids, and the
small trembling of his lips.
Then sounds returned, and
the crowd cheered loudly in his ears. Without caring about the consequences,
Maddox jumped on the stage and took Jonathan by the hand.
"Oh, the jealous boyfriend
appears," the DJ shouted excitedly.
Maddox moved to block the
crowd's view of Jonathan and hugged him tightly.
"Maddox, what are you
doing?" Jonathan whispered.
They both gasped when
another bucket of cold water was thrown over their heads, and laughter could be
heard from all directions.
"These guys need to cool
off a little," the DJ taunted them from his station.
"Just follow my lead,"
Maddox said to Jonathan. He brought their mouths together in a kiss and held his
boyfriend there until he felt the trembling in the other's body subside.
"Look at them snatching
the big prize," the DJ went on, while the crowd continued to go wild.
Maddox pulled Jonathan
away from the stage, making sure to stand between him and the crowd all the
time. He waved and smiled at everyone and high-fived the DJ on his way out.
***
"Where are we going?"
Jonathan mumbled.
The shower room in the
pool building had to do as it was the closest. Maddox closed the door and
turned the warm water on. He helped Jonathan out of his wet clothes and then
pushed him under the hot spray.
He undressed, as well,
and stepped to Jonathan's side. Without caring for the other's meek protests,
he embraced him and kissed him. Jonathan was melting into his arms, the
questions on his lips turning into soft moans. Maddox drank each and every one
of them, while his hands wandered all over Jonathan's body, teetering between reassurance
and desire.
When Jonathan threw his
head back and offered his throat, Maddox knew for sure what he had to do. He
hiked the other up in his arms and pushed him with his back against the tiles.
"That's a bit--" Jonathan
tried to protest, but Maddox swallowed his words with a kiss.
"I want you like this,"
Maddox replied. The warm water spraying down his back made him shiver in
pleasure as his cock pushed between Jonathan's buttocks. "Look at me, okay,
just look at me."
He did, his eyes
wide-open and full of desire and something else Maddox didn't yet dare to give
a name. "Hold me, please," Jonathan said in a soft whisper.
Maddox didn't want to be
rough, but his need skyrocketed at the plea. There was no way he'd be able to
get inside like that, so he just rubbed his cock between Jonathan's perfect
mounds, letting out desperate moans with each movement of his hips.
Jonathan came to the
rescue, wetting his fingers and working his hole and Maddox's cock with his
saliva.
"Are you sure?" Maddox
asked.
"Yes," Jonathan
confirmed, and he helped him inside, but still Maddox went at it excruciatingly
slowly for both of them.
Only their labored
breaths could be heard bouncing off the walls. In that mist, they were alone,
far away from the world, and no one else mattered. Maddox kept penetrating
Jonathan with both his tongue and cock, the union of their bodies making the
temperature rise all around them.
He was getting dizzy from
too much pleasure and the effort of holding Jonathan like that and fucking him
in that crazy position.
"Inside me, Maddox,
please," Jonathan begged.
"Are you close?" Maddox
asked, his entire body shaking. "Are you with me?"
"I'm with you," Jonathan
confirmed.
Maddox held nothing back.
Their bodies slammed together, one time, two times. There was a third, but it
all went off with a bang, as Maddox shuddered and came inside Jonathan's body,
that wonderful ass squeezing him tightly and drinking him dry.
Minutes later, they were
both sitting on the tiles, the shower still raining over them. They were
resting with their backs against the wall and breathing hard.
"Thank you, Maddox,"
Jonathan whispered.
"Don't mention it,"
Maddox replied and held the other's hand tightly in his.
"Back there--"
"You don't have to say a
thing unless and until you want to."
"Later, then," Jonathan
murmured and moved to rest his head on Maddox's shoulder.
Maddox moved his arm to
hold him and put his cheek against Jonathan's wet hair.
***
"O. M. G., JJ, do you
believe it?" Ray bounced up and down excitedly. "I won! I won the wet t-shirt
contest!"
"Congratulations,"
Jonathan said affably and hugged his roommate. "I didn't doubt it for a
moment."
"Sure thing you didn't,"
Ray said and snickered. "I overheard Hanna's girlfriends, you know? Maddox and
everyone went around, telling people to vote for me."
"Ah, damn, you weren't
supposed to know," Jonathan complained.
"Well, it was either
that, or I was starting to suspect that I woke up this morning in some
alternate reality. One in which I was suddenly hot."
There was no possible way
to make Ray think negative thoughts. If only he could learn that secret,
Jonathan mused for a moment.
"Seriously," Ray said.
"Thank you, JJ. That really gave a boost to my confidence. On the other hand,
you and Maddox, wow! Take this, Xpress," he added and made a victorious fist.
"What are they going to say now when Maddox was so jealous that he couldn't let
anyone stare at you as good as naked?"
"I really hope that they
will stop sniffing around," Jonathan replied. "The recounting of Maddox's past
conquests is growing a bit old."
For several days now,
Xpress had focused on presenting Maddox in the most heterosexual light possible
if that was a thing. Jonathan had to admit that he had been curious at first,
but then some semblance of self-preservation had stopped him from foolishly
exposing himself to unneeded doubts and hurt.
The same instinct,
however, must have been sound asleep when he had climbed on that stage, without
realizing that the high level of exposure might do a number on him. Good thing
Maddox had intervened like that, and without being asked, which was
extraordinary, seeing how not even Jonathan himself had been aware of what was
going on before it was too late.
"How about something
special for the winner?" he asked Ray.
He needed something to
keep his hands busy, so that his mind could process what had happened. His life
was different now, and he wasn't supposed to worry about trifling matters
anymore. Who cared about a little exposure? It was healthy, he decided, angered
at himself.
"Um, did that flour do
something to you?" Ray asked.
Only then did Jonathan
notice that he had slammed the bag a bit too hard on the counter, making a fine
dust rise in the air. He chuckled and shook his head. "No, not at all. I was
just wrapped up in something in my head. Math-related," he added for good
measure and to make sure that Ray wouldn't insist on knowing more.
Was he ready to talk
about it? But what was there to talk about? That he had been so sheltered all
his life that the moment he had been exposed for everyone to laugh at, he found
it the most unbearable thing in the world?
Logic didn't work, and
that was, in itself, a disturbing thought. Why would he be so silly about such
an unimportant matter? No matter how much he thought about it, there was no
possible way for him to find a way out.
But Maddox had found it
for him. He had rushed to the rescue, a knight in a wet t-shirt, not some
shining armor, but effective and glorious nonetheless.
"I'm going to spend the
weekend at Maddox's house," he said as he began preparing the dough.
"Awesome," Ray said.
"That means that I can throw a slumber party for Hanna and I. We might go a
little crazy, seeing how I'm like a rock star around here."
"Oh, yes, crazy,"
Jonathan commented. "Will you two stay up all night playing board games? That's
about the craziest thing I can think of you two doing."
Ray pretended to make an
offended face. "You don't know us well enough, obviously."
"But I do know that you
like extra topping on your pizza. Tell me the truth, Ray, does microwave pizza
taste at least half as good as the kind made in an oven?"
"If you make it, it's
twice as good," Ray said. "So, did you give Maddox a good talking to about how
he should stop being jealous and let you shine a little?"
Jonathan could do with a
lot less shining these days. He needed to take things slowly. The entire Maddox
affair had put him in the spotlight, and it had been his choice, but now he was
starting to feel like a bug under the microscope.
Not that Xpress paid any
attention to him since they were way too busy trying to make sense of Maddox's
bisexual awakening or whatever name they chose to give to his now very official
relationship with Jonathan.
"Actually, I didn't," he
eventually answered Ray's question. "I think I like him a bit jealous." He
truly did. It hadn't been Maddox's jealousy that saved the day... but he wouldn't
go into details at the moment. First, he needed to put his head in order.
Or just give up for a
moment and figure out a way to enjoy his time with Maddox over the weekend,
seeing how his backside was pretty much in no mood right now for an encore
after the rushed sex they had in the shower earlier today.
Not that he hadn't
enjoyed it. Oh, for sure, he was deeply convinced that only Maddox could make
him combust like that, but there were physical limitations, too prosaic to
mention, that didn't allow him to go as crazy at it as he wanted.
Maddox was, certainly, a
man known for his prowess in bedroom affairs, according to Xpress. With that
also came an amazing appetite, without a doubt, and now, Jonathan felt that he
was falling short.
Somehow, he needed to
negotiate a middle ground for both his unstoppable hunger for Maddox's sexy
body and his ass that was in much need of a rest.
A promise was a promise.
He couldn't back out of spending the weekend with Maddox, especially since he
was now much indebted to him. He would talk about it and assure Maddox that it
wasn't a lack of want on his part stopping him from putting out, as kids said,
but rather other matters.
It wasn't a particular
conversation he was keen on having, but he needed to show a little more
courage, or else how could he call himself a man?
***
"Are you sure you don't
want us out of your hair?" Kane asked and took a critical look inside the
fridge. "What's with all this stuff?"
"Jonathan wants to cook.
For everyone," Maddox replied. "And he insisted that I don't have to send you
away while he's here. So, you can thank him for not having to find a party
where they'll have you," he teased his friend.
Kane snorted. "There's no
shortage of parties, but I'll thank Jonathan nonetheless. We really have to
study."
"Is Jonathan going to
cook?" That was Rusty, coming down the stairs. He walked over to Kane, pushed
him away from the fridge and looked inside. "There's going to be a lot of meat,
right?"
"Yes," Maddox replied.
"I'm going to eat
everything," Rusty made a solemn promise.
"Wait," Kane intervened,
"are you telling me you're going to spend the day here, not somewhere at some
sorority house, going through all the girls, top to bottom?"
"And tomorrow. And even
tonight," Rusty replied matter-of-factly. "I love good food."
"More than your kinkster persona?" Kane questioned. "If you tell me you're
going to study, I'm going to pinch myself."
All nonchalantly, Rusty
closed the fridge door and pinched Kane on the cheek.
"Ouch, you idiot, you're
going to leave bruises," Kane protested.
Rusty laughed and gave
his buddy a loud kiss on the forehead.
Kane pushed him away.
"Get the fuck out, you fucker. And don't slobber all over my handsome face like
that."
Dex chose that very
moment to walk in. "What are these two going on about?" He pointed at Kane and
Rusty and went to the fridge, as well, to grab himself a beer. "Wow, are we
hosting Master Chef or something? What's with all this?"
"Jonathan is going to
cook," Rusty and Kane said at the same time.
Dex smirked and then
looked at Maddox. "And you're fine with that? By how you dragged Jonathan out
of the contest yesterday, I thought you wanted to lock the guy in a dungeon and
turn into a dragon to keep everyone away from those sexy pecs."
Maddox was really
relieved that no one else had seemed to catch a whiff of what was going on with
Jonathan. "Yeah, sure, but you're my buddies, and he actually insisted that he had
to do something in exchange for imposing on your space. If it were up to me,
you'd all be out on your asses this very moment."
"Well, good thing it's
not. It's excellent to hear that the smartest of you two calls the shots in
your family," Dex said.
"We're not married yet,"
Maddox said defensively.
Kane and Rusty stopped
their slapping about, in which they had been silently engaged for the last few
minutes. "Yet?" Kane asked.
"I didn't mean it like
that," Maddox protested. "Stop bugging me, or I'll tell Jonathan not to come."
"Yeah, right, like that
will happen," Dex said with a snort. "It looks to me like you cannot last a day
without molesting the guy."
"Hey, he's not
complaining," Maddox pointed out.
He was sort of worried
about Jonathan's ass after their unexpected romp the day before. Even if he had
yet to indulge in that kind of delight, he could tell that it hadn't been too
easy for Jonathan to take his gun with their clumsy preparations.
But that didn't matter.
Maddox had opted for a jockstrap, eventually, and was planning on giving
Jonathan's beautiful ass a well-deserved rest. If all went well, by the same
time, tomorrow, he'd be a changed man, and all for the better.
Unless he fucked it up
somehow, but he wasn't going to dwell on the negative. But what if he turned
into a chicken, again? After all, he had been afraid of shaving his ass. Ah,
damn it.
"What are you mentally
verbalizing over there?" Dex asked, interrupting his train of thought.
"Nothing," Maddox said
and stood straight, like it was a teacher asking him a question, and he was in
second grade.
Rusty just couldn't keep
his mouth shut. "Maddox doesn't know how to ask Jonathan to top him."
Why, oh why, did the
idiot have to be too clever for his own good? True, he had eyes as quick as his
wits, and that was why closing the laptop that time had accomplished nothing.
Three pairs of eyes were
on him. He moaned, "Rusty, I'm so going to kill you, you asshole."
"Just ask him," Kane
hurried to say. "I bet he'd love it."
"What do you even know
about gay sex?" Maddox countered, miffed that his secret was out in the open,
courtesy of the village idiot.
"I don't, but I suppose
that it cannot be too hard."
"Um, it has to be hard,"
Rusty intervened again. "When you put something up your backdoor--"
Kane promptly put one
hand over Rusty's mouth. He calmly began, "Rusty, you little clown you, in this
house, we don't want to hear about your crazy anal adventures. And stop
embarrassing Maddox."
Maddox had to admit that
he was curious to hear what Rusty had to say, even if it was about something
crazy, such as the kinkster putting his ass up for
some girl to peg him – which he didn't know if it was true or not since Kane
had been too quick to silence their mutual buddy. As for the embarrassing him
bit, it was too late for that. He could feel the tips of his ears burning like
a furnace.
Dex walked over to him
and dragged him away by the shoulders. "Let me show you something real quick
upstairs."
Maddox wanted to protest
and convince Rusty to overshare, but the serious look in Dex's
eyes told him to shut it, for the moment.
***
"I can call my folks. And
you can ask them whatever you cannot ask the Internet," Dex said promptly. "Ah,
and I'll be out of the room while you talk."
That was Dex for you, the
true friend. Maddox shifted his weight from one foot to another. "Would it
really be okay?" he asked and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah. I might joke about
their sex ed advice, but they're cool people, as you know."
Maddox nodded and took a
deep breath.
"So, do you want me to
call them?"
He nodded again.
And twenty minutes later,
he felt a lot more confident about how things were going to go with Jonathan.
Also, if he needed any confirmation that Jonathan also wanted him that way, he
just got it, and he felt pretty damn good about it.
Yeah, pretty damn good.
TBC
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