Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 29
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2022 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Twenty-Nine – The
Perfect Date
Maddox stared at Jonathan
for a moment, questioning him with his eyes, after parking the car behind an
old building, square in shape and pretty much nondescript. Jonathan smiled and
kissed him briefly on the cheek. "While I was getting acquainted with the area,
I've got to know some people," he explained.
Someone came out of the
building and threw some bags into the dumpsters lining the wall. Jonathan
opened the door and called to the woman who immediately waved back, a large
smile lighting her face.
"Hey, Jonny, long time,
no see," she said as she walked closer. "Sorry if I don't give you a hug but
I'm on garbage duty, and you're so nicely dressed." She peeked inside the car,
her eyes full of curiosity. She couldn't be older than fifty, and her light
blue eyes made her seem even younger. Her hair was covered by a black plastic
cap, but a few strands of blonde hair had somehow managed to escape from the
confines of that improvised hat. The shapeless green gown she wore made it
difficult to guess her figure, but the way she carried herself was enough for
anyone looking to understand that she was used to pulling her own weight.
Maddox raised one hand
and waved, still unsure of why they were there and who the woman was.
"Are you ready for some
hard work or are you just passing by?" she asked after returning Maddox's wave
with the same good-natured attitude.
"I was wondering if you could
use some extra pairs of hands," Jonathan replied.
"Always," she said
cheerfully. "You know how it can get on Sundays around here."
Jonathan looked at
Maddox. "Are you coming?"
"Sure," he confirmed and
got out of the car.
"I see you got some help
with you," the woman said and looked Maddox up and down, while her eyes lit up
even more.
"Marianne, this is my
boyfriend, Maddox. Maddox, this is Marianne, one of the best kitchen helpers in
the history of kitchens."
"One of the best?" she
asked, quirking an eyebrow in feigned offense.
"The best," Jonathan
hurried to confirm, playing along and faking some fear of retaliation at his
misstep.
It took Maddox a few
moments to realize what Jonathan had so nonchalantly just said. He grinned and
hurried to his side, linking their hands together.
"Aren't you boys a sight
for sore eyes," Marianne said with a dreamy sigh. "I'm sure happy to hear to
you got yourself a boyfriend, Jonny. And such a handsome young fellow," she
added and a large sunny grin split her face in two. "Where did you find him?"
"We're both going to
Sunny Hill," Jonathan explained. He made a discreet gesture with his chin that
Maddox didn't get right away. "Aren't you supposed to say something, Maddox?"
he asked and his eyes crinkled at the corners with amusement.
"Oh, shoot, right."
Maddox stretched out his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Marianne. I'm Maddox,
Jonathan's boyfriend," he offered with emphasis.
She laughed
good-naturedly as she waved to show that she couldn't shake hands since she was
wearing gloves. "No doubt about that," she said. "Now, are you boys ready for
the best soup kitchen from hell?"
"Don't believe her,"
Jonathan assured him. "They're all salt of the earth here."
Maddox felt the warm
sensation in his chest spreading everywhere as Jonathan pulled him along, with
Marianne leading the way inside. He was Jonathan's boyfriend. It was such a
simple wondrous thing that he wanted to shout it from the top of his lungs for
all the world to hear.
***
Inside, a flurry of
activity, smells of spices, and steam rising from boiling pots welcomed them
right away. Maddox didn't know which way to look, as there were several people
there moving around as part of a perfected choreography, chopping vegetables on
sturdy wooden boards, washing dishes, or filling plates. Among them, a man in
his late forties with skin that reminded Maddox of well-worn leather shouted
orders now and then while moving from one station to another.
"Look what the cat
dragged in, Jorge," Marianne announced, somehow managing to make her voice rise
above the din of the kitchen.
"Jonny!" Jorge exclaimed
and pushed his white cap further up his head as it tried to fall over his bushy
eyebrows. "You've been a stranger for too long. Studying hard?" He stole a
glance at Maddox. "Who's your friend?"
"His boyfriend," Marianne
said with self-importance and quickly as if she couldn't bear for someone else
to steal the honor of saying that from her.
"Handsome," Jorge
commented after measuring Maddox up and down in the same manner as his
colleague before. "But is he any good at opening cans, I wonder?"
"Only one way to find
out, right?" Marianne said happily while gesturing for Maddox and Jonathan to
follow so that she could give them the right coveralls for the job.
***
"How are you doing?"
Jonathan asked, brushing by his shoulder and looking at his handiwork.
Through the course of
only an hour, Maddox had been upgraded from opening cans of chopped tomatoes to
peeling potatoes and then to cutting onions. Jonathan had been a busy bee, as
well, but he appeared to have assumed the role of some sort of sous chef, if
such terms applied to a soup kitchen. He was clearly Jorge's favorite and
immediately put in charge of the boiling pots, assessing them for spices and
whatnot. Maddox had risked almost cutting himself a few times as he kept sneaking
glances at his boyfriend and the man in charge, as they talked animatedly about
various things. He caught a few tidbits of gossip that involved other
volunteers that served in the kitchen, as well, such as someone waiting for a
baby, and another moving to a different county.
"You taught me a few
things, so I'm good," he replied. "So, is it here that you learned how to
cook?"
Jonathan smiled. "How
could you tell?"
"You're the chef's pet,"
Maddox pointed out.
That caused Jonathan to
burst into laughter. "Jorge doesn't necessarily consider himself a chef, but I
think he'll appreciate the thought."
"Don't tell him," Maddox
hurried to say. "He appears quick to anger, and those knives he wields look
pretty damn long and sharp."
"Come now," Jonathan told
him, taking him by the shoulders. "We deserve a bowl of hot soup."
"But I'm not finished yet,"
Maddox protested, pointing at the wooden board and half cut onion.
"Someone else will take
over. Marianne can barely wait to interrogate you."
Maddox let himself be guided
away without another word of protest. This wasn't a regular Sunday, but one of the
tests that aimed at evaluating him as to how good he was at being Jonathan's
boyfriend. In a few words, his reputation was at stake.
***
They sat at a small table
in a separate room. At Marianne's insistence, Maddox began eating. A groan of
delight climbed up his throat before his brain even had the chance to realize
what was going on.
"Isn't food better when
you make it?" Marianne asked and sank her spoon into her bowl.
"It could barely be said that
I made it," Maddox said. "I only peeled some potatoes."
"Gorgeous and humble?
Jonathan, are you sure your boyfriend didn't descend on a ray of light?"
"Don't praise him too
much," Jonathan joked. "It might go to his head."
Maddox had a few things
to say about that in protest but let it slide because Marianne appeared to have
another question lined up for him.
"Jonny says that you come
from a big family. Your momma must be a fantastic lady," she said. "Are all
your siblings as handsome as you?"
"People say so," Maddox
replied. "And most of us take after our father."
Marianne wiggled her
eyebrows. "I bet that whenever you go out with your brothers and sisters, you
cause accidents everywhere you go."
"That's why we're
basically spread all over the place," Maddox joked. "Only my oldest brother
Vern works with mom and dad. He'll get the construction company, they say, when
they retire."
Marianne nodded. Then she
turned toward Jonathan. "He might not be the heir, but he's still a good catch,
Jonny."
They all laughed at the
same time.
"I'm not interested in a
good catch, Marianne," Jonathan said. "Much more in a good man," he added and
looked at Maddox with his eyes all luminous and warm.
"That's me," he said
right away, making Marianne snicker again like a schoolgirl.
"I might have to take back
the part about his being humble," she remarked. "Dig in, boys. You've earned
it."
He could feel Jonathan's
eyes on him, so he turned his head so that their eyes would meet.
***
"So, what did you think?"
Jonathan asked as he put on the seatbelt. He tried to keep his voice light and
steady, but it was important to know if Maddox enjoyed being put to work on a
Sunday, and in a soup kitchen of all things.
"I've never been to a
place like this. Have you been here many times? They sure thought you were one
of them."
Jonathan patted the seatbelt
with his thumb as he adjusted it over his shoulder. "After I left home, I
wanted to become more self-reliant. Of course, I had to be mindful of my
expenses, so the route of enlisting for a cooking course with a master chef was
out of the question."
"Did your parents, you
know, cut you off?" Maddox appeared to choose his words carefully.
Jonathan shook his head.
"No. But I didn't want to play some kind of game with them or allow them to
play it with me. So, I only used what I had on my personal card to break away."
"Sounds like a prison
break, all right," Maddox joked.
At the sound of his
boyfriend's playful voice, Jonathan always and almost instantly felt a heavy
burden lifting from his chest. "I had to become practical and fast about a lot
of things. It wasn't easy, but, you know, think of me what you will, I did use
that money. I intend to pay it back," he added.
"You're practical all
right," Maddox said. "You're so smart, Jonathan, no joke. I doubt many people our
age, still in college and all, could be as self-reliant as you. Plus, you do
know how to cook. Your food is yummy, but you can't tell me you learned it all
here. You treated me and my friends to some seriously good meals. Like five
stars and stuff."
Jonathan chuckled. "I
learned the basics here. And for everything else, there's the internet."
"Ah, right, I totally
forgot about that," Maddox joked.
Jonathan paused for a
moment. "I don't know a thing about what boyfriends do on Sundays," he
confessed. "But I wanted to show you off a little to the people I came to care
about. I hope that's okay with you."
"Sure thing it is,"
Maddox confirmed. "It's making me mad happy to hear you introducing me as your
boyfriend."
"Well, that is, indeed,
great to hear."
"Where to now?"
Jonathan hesitated but
only for a moment. "I know just the place. Just one thing, Maddox. In case you
hate anything, anything at all, you won't hesitate to tell me, will you?"
A snort followed his
question. "Like I'd hate anything you showed me."
That was enough of a
confirmation. "All right, then. But if you start judging me--" he started on a
playful tone.
"Hmm, something of how
mischievously you smile right now tells me I'm going to be in for a bit of a
shock. Are we going to visit some fine establishment where gentlemen who prefer
leather accessories choose to hang out?"
Maddox could be so funny,
with his exaggerated accent and implied references to certain sexual fetishes.
Jonathan shook his head. "Nothing as adventurous as that, I assure you."
"Ah, too bad."
For a moment, Jonathan
thought he could hear real disappointment in Maddox's words. It wasn't
possible; it had to be nothing but his imagination. And yet, the flash of an
image, with Maddox obediently bowing his head to receive a collar crossed his
mind.
He cursed at himself
inwardly. What was wrong with him? They barely had so-called vanilla sex. It
had to be because Maddox was so sexy that he wouldn't mind putting him in
chains just to see how good they looked on him.
"Jonathan," Maddox
drawled slowly.
"Hmm," he said and turned
his head. "What is it?"
"You were spacing out
with this funny, no, not funny, but like thirsty look in your eyes, and you
were biting your lower lip--"
"Just let me add the
destination," Jonathan said quickly and reached for the GPS. "No peeking.
You'll know what it is when we get there."
Damn, he had almost been
caught. In the future, he needed to keep his fantasies in check a lot better
than that.
***
They found two seats
after some fumbling about and almost tripping over a few people. Jonathan
gestured for Maddox to take a seat and sat by his right. By mere accident and
because the seats were pretty narrow, he ended up resting his left hand on
Maddox's thigh. "Sorry about that," he murmured and attempted to pull his hand
away but Maddox caught his arm and forced it back where it had just been.
"Why did we have to show
ID to watch a play for kids?" Maddox whispered.
"Just watch," Jonathan
said.
He had seen the play
before, and because of the different twist and edge put to this particular
indie production, he wanted to hear Maddox's opinion. Also, there was a secret
desire he didn't want to admit out loud that Maddox wouldn't mind other aspects
of what it meant to be together, two men in a relationship that some still might
not agree with.
At Sunny Hill, gay people
were definitely not seen as personae non gratae, but
it was one thing to walk hand in hand on campus or places where there was no
one else, and another to be out in public. Jonathan hated to think that he was
testing Maddox, but in a way, he was doing exactly that. Was it wrong to want
so much so fast? Maybe he was greedy.
Why
don't you curb your enthusiasm already?
How unfortunate that he
could still remember fragments of conversations that felt as if they happened
in another life. Each time he had tried to get Drew to commit to something more
than their secret rendezvous, at least for the future if not the present, he
had been met with annoyance and downright scolding for wanting too much.
"Those guys are supposed
to be fashion influencers?" Maddox asked.
"Yes, good catch,"
Jonathan replied. It was a modern reenactment of an old story, but the moral
was just the same.
"They do have good taste
in clothes," Maddox commented as the two actors playing fashionistas fussed
around the high-status socialite in an effort to convince him that their
clothes were better than Gucci and Armani together.
"The best is yet to
come," Jonathan said and leaned closer to caress Maddox's ear with his lips. A
girl sitting in front of them had just turned around, probably ready to
admonish them for ruining the play.
Finally, the empty-headed
socialite stood up from his chair and ordered the two influencers to follow him
behind a transparent divider screen. Jonathan didn't care about keeping his
eyes on the stage as he knew what was going on, but he watched Maddox as the
guy took in the action with growing interest.
"I kind of get it why
they asked for our IDs," Maddox whispered. "They look like they're undressing
him. Aren't they a bit too touchy even for a pair of influencers? I bet that
guy got enough groping for like a year in the span of five minutes."
One of the fashionistas
walked out from behind the divider and announced that the socialite was ready
to present his new clothes. Then he folded away the screen and the socialite
was exposed to the public while striking a pose.
A collective gasp erupted
from the audience. But it was Maddox who basically dotted the i. "That guy is all naked and shit," he exclaimed loudly.
Everyone turned toward
their seats and the next moment burst into laughter.
"The voice of innocence,"
one patron called and whistled.
***
They were still laughing
when they walked outside. Maddox declared himself proud to become part of the
play, albeit unintentionally. "I see," he said in a shrewd tone, "you want me
to get into the alternative lifestyle."
"Am I succeeding?"
Jonathan leaned against his shoulder, bumping into him. Maddox pretended to
lose his balance, just to have the satisfaction of seeing Jonathan quickly
reach for him and hook one arm over his shoulders.
"Maddox and Jonathan," an
unfamiliar voice said, and they both stopped at the same time.
Maddox looked a bit
confused at the trio of girls in front of him. They had their hair styled in the
same fashion, parted in the middle and allowed to hang loose and long over
their shoulders. Something of their features made him think of library mice,
and all three pushed their glasses up their noses at the same time. Even the
way they dressed made them look uncannily similar. "Do we know you, guys?" he
asked directly.
"We're going to Sunny
Hill, too," they said at the same time. Maddox stared at them, wondering if and
how copy-paste worked in the real world.
"Ah, cool. Did you see
the play?"
"Yeah. Totally worth it."
Only one of them spoke this time, making things just a little bit less spooky.
"And your reaction was totally priceless." She smiled at him, showing rows of
small sharp teeth. Maddox blinked a couple of times, trying to place these
girls.
"I might be made for that
scene, what can I say?" Maddox said with a shrug.
"And you, Jonathan?" The
same girl turned toward Jonathan, finally paying him some attention.
"I also saw the play,"
Jonathan said smoothly.
"I wasn't asking that,"
she said in a sharp, annoying voice. "Are you also made for acting?"
"No, I doubt it. I have
no skills whatsoever that would help me in such a career choice."
"Too bad." She stuffed
her large jacket pockets with her hands and bounced on her heels. "I would have
sworn you were made for the screen."
Maddox frowned and stared
the girl up and down. There was something funny about her, but not in a fun
way. The way she spoke was somewhat mechanical and too thought over if that was
a thing.
"We'd love to stay and
chat some more, but we have other places to be," she said quickly. "See you in
school, Maddox and Jonathan."
He stared after them for
several seconds, until Jonathan pulled him along.
"Is it just me, or are those
chicks kind of weird?"
"You've been at Sunny
Hill a lot longer than I have. You should know them better."
"Not at all. I mean, I
might have seen them around, but I wouldn't bet on it. Plus, do you think
they're triplets?"
"I was wondering the same
thing," Jonathan confirmed. "I mean, they looked awfully similar, didn't they?
However, I think that they're not entirely identical. I don't know a lot of
things about triplets, though."
Maddox shrugged.
"Whatever, it's not important. They weirded me out a little, to be honest. Do
you have other things on your list that you want to show me?"
Jonathan winked at him
and bit his lower lip. "There is something I've always wanted to try, and since
you have a car--"
"Say no more," Maddox
said right away and dragged him toward the parking lot. "Does this something
include us parking in an area that's not anywhere near civilization?"
"I wouldn't go as far as
that," Jonathan replied. "But remote and off the beaten path, that should
work."
***
Maddox hadn't been the
only one weirded out by those strange girls, but Jonathan didn't plan on
dwelling on random details and words when he still had some of Sunday left to
blow Maddox's mind.
He felt particularly daring
and not at all like his usual self, especially today. It wasn't only because
last night had been amazing, and Maddox had offered him a lot more than he had
ever hoped for. No, there was also this energy inside him claiming part of his
sanity because clearly, he wanted to do something risky and sexy with his
boyfriend.
Maddox stopped the car
and looked at him with eyes full of mischief. "Well, is it car sex you want to
try? And we practically have done some things out in the open so--"
Jonathan stopped him with
a kiss. "Not exactly sex. I mean, according to the definition, it is still--"
"As long as it involves a
dick and a hole, it's sex," Maddox stated. "As long as one of them belongs to
you, and one to me, we're good."
Jonathan laughed. "All
right. Then it's sex." He leaned in and kissed Maddox slowly while he began
working the guy's fly. He opened his eyes, looking around to make sure that
they weren't in an area where they could be spotted.
"Let me," Maddox said and
reached for his crotch.
Jonathan batted his hand
away. "You keep your hands on the wheel."
"What? So you want me to
pretend that I'm driving? Or drive for real?"
Jonathan stopped. "No,
that would be crazy and dangerous."
"I'd die a happy man,"
Maddox said with a broad grin.
Jonathan rolled his eyes
and then looked at his boyfriend. "Too bad I want you in good health for a long
time," he said dryly. "Just keep your hands on the wheel and look ahead while
letting me do my thing."
"Hmm, your thing," Maddox
purred. "What's that?"
Jonathan didn't dally.
Maddox was clearly anticipating what would follow, and his beautiful cock was
hard as a rock. As he moved his hand up and down slowly at a teasing pace,
Jonathan took in Maddox's expression, saw how his lips parted letting out a
soft exhalation.
How could he be so lucky
to land someone like that? Sometimes, it still felt like he was dreaming. He
adjusted his position so that he could cup Maddox's heavy balls and place a
small kiss on top of them.
"You're spoiling me,"
Maddox whispered.
"Would you like me to
stop?" Jonathan began to lick them slowly, taking one, then the other in his
mouth.
"No way. You do your
thing," Maddox shot back quickly.
Jonathan moved to the
main course and took the leaking head between his lips. Maddox maybe thought
this was a favor Jonathan was doing for him, but it was the other way around.
It was crazy to admit it out loud, but he was mad about Maddox's body, every
inch of it, and especially this part. He looked up, expecting to see Maddox
with his head tipped back and his eyes closed. But no, Maddox was looking at
him, and the look in his pretty eyes was so intense it made Jonathan feel his
chest expanding to the point of choking him.
"You look ahead,"
Jonathan ordered. He didn't issue any threat with that, but Maddox immediately
obeyed.
Without explicitly saying
the words, he was begging for control. Maddox behaved like it was completely
normal to give it away. With Drew, it had always been a fight, a push and pull,
but nothing like that happened now. Maddox let out small huffs and groans of
pleasure as Jonathan caressed the tip with his lips. He was all practiced ease
when it came to these things, but he still felt like everything was new.
The right partner made all
of the difference. Jonathan looked at Maddox now and then, exhilarated to see
that his commands were followed to the letter. Good behavior had to be rewarded,
and he helped himself with one hand while he took Maddox deeper and faster.
Later, as he straightened
up in his seat, he could sense the gray eyes searching for something as they
took him in. "What is it?" he asked in a ragged whisper. "Was it bad?"
Maddox caressed his nape
slowly. "No. You're pretty frigging awesome."
"That should be my line."
"Nope. Mine. You've
mastered the art of blowjobs to perfection. They should have your name in the
dictionary of sex."
"I wouldn't dream of it.
Rusty might get jealous."
Maddox snickered at the
mention of his friend's name. "Yeah, totally. He might just start sucking dick
just to prove that he's better even at that."
"Let's not provoke him,"
Jonathan suggested. "Ready to go back now?"
Maddox brushed their noses
together and kissed him. "Not really. But since you're sexy ordering me around,
if you say so, I'll obey."
"I had no idea you could
be so submissive," Jonathan said, closing his eyes and enjoying Maddox's
playful kisses.
"Maybe you should get it,
then. By the way, babe, this was totally the perfect date."
"Babe," Jonathan drawled.
"Ah, right, that's not
working for you."
"It actually does," he
said quickly. "Let's go home. It's going to be a tough week."
"Yeah," Maddox confirmed.
"It's always a tough week when I don't get to see you much."
Jonathan smiled and
looked away. Neither of them fell short in the compliment and innuendo
department, it seemed. That had to be the main ingredient of a perfect date.
TBC
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