Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 3
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2021 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Three – Here We
Go Again
The small cooktop could
barely serve the purpose, but Jonathan decided to try his hand at cooking
anyway. After all, boiling some pasta and preparing some sauce that didn't come
in a tube or plastic package along with the entire list of preservatives ever
created by mankind wasn't that hard as he had discovered ever since he had left
home.
"That smells nice," Ray
said as he stuck his head in.
"If you're hungry, I'll
have everything ready in about five minutes," Jonathan said.
"Awesome." Ray sat at the
small table that could accommodate two people at the best of its capabilities.
"So, JJ, you have nothing to fess up?"
"Fess up?" Jonathan
turned toward his roommate. Ray was eyeing him while fiddling his thumbs, the
perfect impersonation of a parent waiting for a naughty child to spill the
beans about breaking his grandmother's one-century old porcelain vase. "Like
what?"
"Really?" Ray seemed
surprised. "Do I have to find out from Xpress that you got paired with Maddox
freaking Kingsley for your Statistics project?"
Jonathan groaned. "That
little publication is starting to scare me. Why is such a thing important? Does
it list who everyone else is partnering with?"
"Just the important
people," Ray said with a shrug. "When were you going to tell me?"
"Ray, Maddox is just a
student like everyone else. And we happen to share a class, hence the
possibility of us ending up as project partners, with a probability of --"
Ray put his hand up. "I'm
going to stop you right there before you launch into some math dissertation
that will make me doze off. So, did you talk to him?"
"Briefly," Jonathan said
and pretended that the sauce needed some vigorous stirring.
"Well, did he say
anything about why he chose you?"
Jonathan turned toward
Ray again. "What do you mean? The professor chose all the pairings."
Ray smiled slyly. "Not
according to Xpress. Apparently, a certain student had a little chat with your prof right before the lecture, insisting that he must be
paired up with the new guy."
"Stop reading that thing,
Ray, I mean it. I doubt that happened." Jonathan placed two plates on the
table. When he went for the forks, his right hand did a weird thing, and the
utensils ended on the floor with a loud clatter.
"Something happened with
you two, and you're not telling," Ray accused him openly, but in the same
playful manner of his.
"What could possibly
happen? We barely met. All right, since you insist so much. I talked to him, I
apologize for mistaking him for a drug dealer, and we hugged."
He hadn't intended to let
that little tidbit drop, but he couldn't take it back now.
"O.M.G, JJ, that's
awesome! So you're friends with him now?"
"I wouldn't say that. But
we're no longer on the brink of nuclear war," Jonathan replied.
That if he didn't count
what took place south of his belt whenever he happened to be within ten feet of
Maddox Kingsley.
"Oh, oh, oh," Ray
continued to express his excitement, slapping his cheeks and grinning broadly,
"that means that we're going to get invited to all the parties. Hooray to us
and goodbye, social exclusion!"
"I had no idea you
disliked it that much," Jonathan teased him. "I'd say being invisible to the
social body is not entirely a bad thing."
"Yeah, easy to say when
you're a six point four hunk dressed in tailored clothes and looking like a
classic movie star," Ray said without breathing for a moment.
"Aw, you really mean
that?" Jonathan joked and let his eyelashes flutter in a coy gesture.
"You know I'm right. I
suppose you could do with a little less attention, well, provided that you
don't declare war on the BMOC on your first day of school, but I take whatever
I can, thank you very much. Hey, I hope you're not going to ditch me now that
you're popular?"
Jonathan laughed and
tousled Ray's hair. "Like I'd do that. You're my bestie, right?"
Well, he didn't have to
believe everything Ray was reading online on that tabloid, but it did make him
wonder. Had Maddox done that? And if `yes', why?
***
"What are you up to?" Dex asked and pushed him with his elbow as Maddox fiddled
with his phone.
"Huh?"
"Don't `huh' me. You've
been doing nothing but look at your phone for the last half hour since I got
home. You haven't said a word."
"Totally true," Kane
piped in. "And you didn't even eat your tacos," he added, pointing at the
untouched meal in front of him.
"Yeah, can I have those?"
Rusty reached for the plate, and Maddox slapped his hand away promptly.
"No, you can't. And I was
just checking... the weather," he said defensively.
"The weather," Dex said slowly.
Maddox stared at his
friends, one by one. There were certain exchanges between Kane and Dex he didn't like. Rusty didn't appear affected, but when
was he ever?
"All right," Kane said,
narrowing his eyes. "Who is she?"
"There is no `she',"
Maddox replied.
"Yeah, sure." Kane
continued to examine him with shrewd eyes. "She must be giving you the cold
shoulder if you're so distracted."
"Hey, nobody gives the
cold shoulder to my bro," Rusty jumped to his defense right away.
"Yeah, thank you, Rusty.
Here, have a taco." He threw a small wrap at his friend, who caught it deftly.
"I'm not distracted, but very much focused," Maddox added and waved his phone.
Dex
was quick to snatch it from his hand. "Let's find out what you're so focused
on."
The ping of an incoming
message, supposedly the one he had been waiting for all day long, spurred him
into instant action. He lunged at Dex so fast that
not even his athletic friend had a chance to prevent him from snatching his
phone back. In the blink of an eye, he noticed the sender, so he cradled his
phone to his chest like it was a matter of national security and darted out of
the room.
"Hey, what the hell, man?
Who's your sweetheart?" Dex called after him.
"Let him be. He'll fess
up sooner or later," Kane said loud enough for him to hear it even as he rushed
up the stairs to his bedroom.
He made sure to lock the
door and pressed his back against it. Then, after one deep breath, he checked
the message.
When is a good time for you to meet up and talk
about the project?
Maddox smiled. For the
entire day, he had waited for Jonathan to contact him. In the short message, he
could practically hear the correct pronunciation of each word, the rich vowels,
the ups and downs of that low pleasant voice. He
couldn't be the one to make the first move, especially after locking himself in
the bathroom and doing the unthinkable while thinking of the guy. He was
locking himself in the bedroom, which surely looked mighty suspicious to his
friends downstairs, but right now, he couldn't give a damn about that.
What he did give a damn
was for Jonathan to be the first to contact him. Wait, why was he so excited?
Maddox shook his head. Well, whatever happened earlier had to be a fluke. Now
that he had jerked off and his balls were dried out, for the time being, he
could see the guy without having any unusual fantasies. And since he was a man
of action, he had to check that theory sooner rather than later. Meeting up
with Jonathan and spending time with the guy would make things perfectly clear,
meaning that he was a straight guy who had just had a gay fantasy by accident.
Are you free right now? Let's meet at the
library.
He hit `send' and waited.
Who knew seconds could feel so long. Why was Jonathan typing so slowly?
I'll be there in ten. But I must warn you that
I won't be able to spend more than an hour on this today.
Maddox pondered and
rubbed his chin in thought.
Got a date or something?
Who could snatch Jonathan
so quickly? Yeah, they were no longer at war, as everyone must have heard by
now, but really, who could be so fast to snatch the guy?
No, I'm working.
Phew, not a date. Wait a
minute, working?
You're working?
Why did the guy have to
work? He was there on an academic scholarship and looked like some couple of one-percenters' offspring.
Yes.
Maddox waited for a
follow-up on that, but it looked like nothing happened.
Why? He sent the message
quickly.
For the same reason everybody does. Money.
Maddox scratched his
head.
You seem surprised, or is it just my impression? A
second text from Jonathan followed.
Yeah. I mean, you reek of old money.
All right, maybe he had
worded that kind of weirdly, but it was precisely what he was thinking, and he
usually said whatever crossed his mind.
I see. Are you at the library yet? I'm on my
way, and I don't have that much time to spare.
Maddox straightened up
and then took a quick look at his clothes. They'd do. It wasn't like he was
going on a date or something. And phone text Jonathan seemed pricklier than in
real life. He sighed in content. Yeah, today must have been a fluke. This guy
who didn't care to chat outside whatever they needed to talk about was kind of
obnoxious. Maddox grabbed his laptop bag and walked out of the room.
"Where are you going?"
Kane questioned him as soon as he was in his friends' line of sight.
"To the library," Maddox
quipped. "Working on a project."
There was another
meaningful exchange between Kane and Dex.
"Tell her we'd like to
meet her," Dex teased him with a crooked grin.
"Geesh,
guys, just drop it. There's no girl involved. I'm really going to the library."
He didn't wait for more
teasing to happen and walked out the door. Well, after checking that his
temporary attraction slash insanity involving Jonathan Hamilton was nothing but
a fluke, he would get himself a girl. To be back into action was everything he
needed, after all.
***
Jonathan perused the case
studies spread in front of him while consulting extra data on his laptop.
Maddox sat across from him, looking just as distracting as always, which
practically meant good enough to kiss and devour slowly one inch of his over
six feet in height at a time. To focus on hard cold numbers was the best
therapy. He had decided to text Maddox so quickly since he clearly needed some
exposure to the subject of his maddening attraction just so that he could deal
with it better and faster.
So far, it didn't work
that great, but he was putting in the best of his efforts. Each time Maddox's
eyes lingered on him, he could sense a slight tremble in his fingers, like
right now. To steady them for the moment, he searched for his glasses. He wore
them only while studying for long hours, and since there was a bit of ground to
cover to decide on the best course of their project, he could use them.
Also, they could serve as
armor between him and the perfect male beauty across from him—a flimsy piece of
armor, but still.
"I didn't know you wore
glasses," Maddox said.
Was it just his
imagination, or had those words been said in a ragged whisper? The problem with
Maddox was that he exuded sex. He could probably make sneezing sexy or
something crazy like that.
Jonathan shook his head.
How many times did he need to masturbate to get over this senseless crush?
Obviously, as rational as he wished to be, his body seemed to have taken a life
of its own, doing whatever it pleased.
"Yes, I wear glasses. And
there are many things you don't know about me since we've barely met."
"Right," Maddox admitted.
"Hey, where did you go to school before coming here?"
Jonathan threw the other
a look that he hoped was chilling enough to prevent any further conversation.
"We're here to talk about the project, not me. Here, take a look at these." He
turned his laptop toward his project partner.
Maddox frowned for a
moment, but then his attention turned to the screen. He began talking, offering
his insight, and Jonathan fell quiet. Clearly, the Mad Dawg of Sunny Hill was
more than met the eye. Everything he said made perfect sense, but Jonathan had
to pretend to look at the books opened on their table to avoid getting
blindsided again.
Watching Maddox from so
up close was bad, truly bad for his nerves. How was he going to survive his
junior year?
"Well, we set up the
ground for it, so I think we'll do well," he concluded one hour later, as Maddox
stood up and hiked his bag over his shoulder.
Jonathan winced
internally at those rolled-up sleeves. The only saving grace was that Maddox
really had amazing arms. But it would be bad taste to comment anything on that,
given that they were hardly acquaintances.
"Yeah. Good work, man."
Maddox smiled and gave him a thumbs up. "Don't you have to get to work? I could
drive you there, wherever it is."
"No need. I work here, at
the library." Jonathan consulted his wristwatch. "I start in about ten minutes.
Don't worry about these," he pointed at all the material on the table. "I'll
return them. And thank you for your offer."
"Yeah, sure." Maddox
dragged his feet a little like he didn't want to leave just yet.
Jonathan stared at him
for a moment. "Well, it's been a pleasure," he said perfunctorily. "See you in
Statistics, right? Hey, can I ask you a question?"
The gray eyes lit up with
new interest. "Sure."
"There is this weird
rumor that you asked that you'd be paired with me for this," Jonathan said,
proud of his unwavering voice.
A lopsided grin was the
immediate reply. "So what if I did?"
Jonathan opened his mouth
and closed it. He should have asked `why', but his courage had apparently taken
him only this far.
Maddox moved away, the
same mysterious and unnerving smile on his face. He threw Jonathan a few looks
over his shoulder on his way out.
And Jonathan stood there,
absolutely nonplussed. First of all, this exposure therapy had proven useless
so far. His attraction toward the resident bad boy was just as strong as
before, if not made worse. Throughout the last hour, he had been able to
observe numerous other details about Maddox, such as how he had the curliest
and darkest eyelashes he had ever seen in his life or how his hands must be so
calloused from lifting weights or something like that – which probably came in
handy given his strange choice of extra-curricular activities - , or how the
corners of his mouth curled and triggered the cutest dimples in existence
whenever he smiled, something he often did.
Those weren't the only
details he had noticed, of course, but he needed to stop for the sake of his
sanity. The second reason for his current state of perplexity was how smart
Maddox truly was. Why would a guy like that get into illegal fights, something
that had clearly earned him that idiotic nickname? He obviously had the smarts
to be a top student.
He started to gather all
the books, more and more aggravated by his lack of common sense when it came to
hot young men like Maddox. No, this wouldn't be a case of history repeating, he
told himself. One time was an accident. Two times, well, that would be a habit.
A really bad habit.
***
Maddox dropped on the
sofa and groaned in absolute disappointment with himself. Well, that had gone
completely wrong. He had barely managed to keep his head in the game, as
Jonathan had calmly and relentlessly thrown heaps of information at him.
Rusty came into the room.
"Back so soon from your date?"
Unlike Kane and Dex, who liked to tease him, Rusty actually meant the question
as he meant everything else he ever said.
"I wasn't on a date,"
Maddox said. "Did those two clowns really assume that?"
Rusty shrugged and sat by
his side. "They seem sure you have a crush or something. They're taking bets."
"On who I'm crushing on?"
"They use the scientific
method. The first bet is on what year she is in."
"Ah, I see." Maddox
wasn't surprised. It was the unwritten rule that whoever had a crush had to be
teased by the others. Kane, the asshole, had it good since he already had a steady
girlfriend. The others were free game. "Hey, listen, have you ever imagined how
it would be to come on someone's glasses?"
Rusty considered the
question with a thoughtful frown on his face. "Sunglasses or prescription?"
"Prescription," Maddox
replied.
"Do they have light
sensitive lenses or clear?"
He failed to see how that
was important, but he was the one who needed to find out an answer to a
pressing question. "Clear, I suppose."
With rimless design and a
platinum finish frame, but he didn't add that.
"Are they on the person
wearing them or would you like to come on them if they were like on a table or
something?" Rusty continued his inquiry.
"Seriously? Why are you
asking so many questions?"
"When it comes to kinks,
you gotta be specific," Rusty explained. "Otherwise,
you might end up ordering the wrong thing from the sex shop, and then having to
find an explanation when your parents stumble over a pair of twelve-inch heels
at the back of your closet."
That sounded like
something that could happen to Rusty. He had a thing for costume play, and not
once his very transitory girlfriends had been seen leaving his bedroom in the
strangest getups possible.
"How did that come
about?" he asked.
Rusty shrugged. "They
weren't her size. Even legends have their bad days."
Maddox couldn't agree
more, given his current situation and much distracting thoughts involving a
particular new transfer to their college.
"So?" Rusty asked, still
waiting for an answer.
"Okay, on the person
wearing them," Maddox replied. And that person was wearing them in style like
he was born to star in ads for the latest fashion.
"Well, no."
"What?"
"You asked me if I ever
imagined that, so I'm giving you the answer," Rusty replied promptly.
Maddox patted his friend
on the back. "Thanks, buddy, you've been of great help."
"Anytime, man."
Yeah, what he liked about
Rusty was how the guy never pestered him like the other two fools. Even right
now, when Maddox practically served him a thousand reasons to tease him
relentlessly, Rusty didn't take the bait and behaved like a bona fide friend.
However, that didn't
solve his problem. "I'm heading for a shower. Wanna
go out for drinks later?"
"Sure," Rusty said with a
shrug.
"Really? After calling
dibs on half the campus, you still don't have a date?"
"I need to make a
comparison chart first and choose accordingly."
That sounded like Rusty,
too.
Maddox was fast to climb
the stairs, shed all his clothes, and head for the shower. He let the water
pour over his head and body, hoping for a little bit of reprieve after all the
sensory assault from earlier. Yeah, he totally wanted to come all over those
glasses, now that he had seen them. And yes, he wanted them to be attached to
the person, while the guy knelt in front of him and blinked lazily and waited
for him to shoot.
Maddox grabbed his cock
and pulled back the skin. For a couple of moments, he stared at his former best
friend as he held it by the root and watched the head pulse and getting ready
for action.
"Here we go again," he
said with a sigh and began.
***
Could one be
philosophical about things such as baffling attraction? Jonathan laid in bed,
his eyes on the ceiling, hands behind his back. After
another mind-blowing and exhausting session of masturbation, he was supposed to
be perfectly capable of going to sleep, but none of that happened. As soon as
he closed his eyes, that mischievous smile and gorgeous gray eyes jumped on him
as they could barely wait for him to drop his guard.
"He's straight," he said.
Maybe if he heard the words out loud, they would make sense, and he would
finally be able to get over it.
He wasn't only straight.
According to the gossip mill, he was a ladies' man, and no one had ever heard
of him doing something close to experimenting with a trip on the wild side. He
clearly had no qualms with gay people, as Jonathan had learned from Ray, and he
was just the type of guy comfortable in his own skin and sexuality.
What he needed to do was
to think of someone else. He could think about Connor, although the guy didn't
seem interested in him at all. But Connor was gay, out and proud, and, at least
in theory, a viable option.
Jonathan brushed his hand
by his cock tentatively. How would it feel to kiss Connor? He had kind of thin
lips, unlike Maddox, who had truly sensuous lips, especially when he licked a
lollipop, although basically, he had ever seen him do that once, that first
time –
His cock stirred.
Jonathan slapped it in frustration. He couldn't just keep doing that. It was
bad for him, just like sugar was bad for one's weight, and fried foods for
one's arteries, and smoking for one's lungs...
Yeah, he tried to
convince himself. Dreaming like that about Maddox was unhealthy. This weekend,
he would take on Ray's idea of attending some party. Preferably one with no
specifics on whether the people happening by were invited or not. He didn't
dare to think that the all-campus ban on his person was lifted permanently, as
well as far and wide.
***
"So, we're on for the
party at Larson this Saturday, right?" Dex asked them
all.
"Sure thing," Maddox
replied with fake enthusiasm.
Except for sleeping, and
sometimes not even that, he had thought of anything and anyone else but
Jonathan very little. How come he could call himself a straight guy anymore
with all those gay fantasies hijacking his thoughts? So far, he had imagined
the guy sucking his cock at least three times and then coming over various
parts of his body several times more. He had drawn the line when trying to
picture that perky ass without clothes and his dick gliding between the tight
cheeks while he pressed them together to increase the imaginary friction.
Good thing no one
suspected what kept happening inside his head. This party, the first this
semester, was going to help. He hadn't seen Jonathan at all, except from a distance.
Unlike before, the guy had waved at him in recognition, but he hadn't gotten
out of his way to come and greet him properly or talk to him.
Which was completely fine
with Maddox. They were, after all, nothing but acquaintances, so what did they
have to talk about, anyway? It kind of pissed him off that now that no one
thought the two of them were at war anymore, Jonathan seemed to strike
conversations all over the place, with a high number of people. Wasn't it
better when he was a social pariah and no one wanted to talk to him?
Better for who? Well,
Maddox didn't take well to judgmental little voices telling him to pay
attention to what was right or wrong.
He would find a girl at
this party, someone easy and up for fun, and he would get his rocks off so good
that he would forget all about Jonathan Hamilton, his gorgeous face, his sexy
body, and everything else.
Like that small precious
smile.
Or pretty eyes.
Or his prickly
personality.
Oh, yeah, he was that
level of fucked up. Even that turned him on.
TBC
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