Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 40
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2022 Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Forty – In Love With A Time Traveler
Maddox's lips on his were
maddeningly sweet. How could he stay away from this? The memories would never
be enough. The last chords of the song died down, and only then Maddox pulled
away from him. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"
Jonathan rolled his eyes
in an effort to regain some self-control. "You're the one who's beautiful, and,
by the way, romantic songs and all, that's a bit--"
"True. It's true."
Would Maddox think the
same once he was covered in shame once more? It wasn't only because of that,
but also because of how he had reacted to it all, how he couldn't cope with it
and how he brought all the complications that came with someone who only
thought of how to hide away from the world only so that he stopped hurting.
It was too much to expect
Maddox to know and understand, no matter how much of an amazing person he was.
He wouldn't force his damaged fragile self upon him like that. But he could do
something. He could make some new memories and leave the door ajar.
"You're thinking," Maddox
pointed out and pushed Jonathan's hair away from his forehead so that they
could stare into each other's eyes. "You're thinking of something you don't
know whether you should tell me or not."
He looked away.
"It's all right," Maddox
said softly and cupped his cheek. "Things have been kind of rocky between us
lately. I can wait for you to trust me again, I promise."
Such keen words coming
from such a keen person. Jonathan felt that he could never get enough as he
reached for Maddox and pulled him into his arms. If he swallowed him whole, it
wouldn't be enough. His hands searched for warm skin to touch.
Maddox laughed at his
desperate attempts to get under his t-shirt and pushed him away playfully, but
only so that he could pull his t-shirt over his head and chuck it on the floor.
The way he moved was killing Jonathan inside. Were men supposed to be this
graceful? Maddox moved with a fluidity that belied the fact his body was packed
with hard muscles everywhere.
The smile on his face
only served to hurt Jonathan more. He closed the distance between them, hungry
for Maddox, and for the illusion that everything was fine granted by merely closing
his eyes.
"Someone's horny," Maddox
drawled and chuckled.
"Your fault," Jonathan
replied and let his hands roam over Maddox's beautiful chest. His fingers
curled around the manly hair and tugged, making Maddox hiss.
"Well, as much as I enjoy
watching you simp over me, I'd rather take this to the bed."
Jonathan didn't have time
to protest as Maddox grabbed his waist, kissed him short and wild and with a
lot of tongue. The next thing he knew he was on his back on the bed and Maddox
was on top of him, busily devouring his lips, especially the bottom one.
"Oh God," he whispered.
Maddox chuckled against
his open mouth. "Not the big guy, I'm afraid. But I appreciate the thought."
Jonathan took hold of
Maddox's messy hair so that he could stare at his pretty face again. "I love
you, you know that?"
"Feel free to tell me
that to my face a couple of times, you know, just so that I understand. Spell
it out for me, `cause I'm a
bit thick-headed."
Jonathan snorted. "No,
you just like making fun of me."
"Hey," Maddox called
gently while hovering over him. "It's nice hearing you say it. I mean, the note
was nice, too, but some things--"
"Some things need to be
said in person, right?" Jonathan stole the words from Maddox's lips. If only he
weren't such a big coward. But, as he lay there, completely unable to resist Maddox's
sensual attack, he understood that for anything to work, he needed to do it his
way. It was self-preservation and nothing more. But Maddox deserved the truth.
He brushed his thumb across
Maddox's mouth and was rewarded with a hooded look. Maddox pushed out his
tongue and caressed his thumb; Jonathan shivered at the velvety sensation. It
was enough to earn a mischievous glint in the adorable grey eyes. His thumb was
sucked gently into a wet warm cavern, and that simple thing was enough to make
him moan in desire.
"I want more," he
declared and wrapped one arm around Maddox's neck, while using his free hand to
play with the hair on the other's chest. "I want all of you."
"Happy to oblige," Maddox
said courteously. "The only problem is... you're overdressed, my man."
Jonathan laughed softly
and tried to get out of his sweater. From that position, his attempts to do so were
completely thwarted, there was no other choice for him than to drop back on the
bed with a groan. Maddox drew a long wet line across his jawline, while his
hands snuck under the sweater and struggled with the buttons of his shirt.
"We're going about this
the wrong way, you know?" Jonathan felt compelled to point out. "I cannot
undress as long as you keep me prisoner under you, and you want me out of my
shirt before I'm out of my sweater."
"It's very difficult to
keep my head on my shoulders when I have you under me like this. Hence this
whole confusion," Maddox said brightly.
Jonathan didn't believe a
word of it, but it was all in good fun. While they were both laughing, Maddox
managed to pull his sweater over his head and then unbuttoned the dress shirt.
From there, it was easy to reach under his undershirt and tease his nipples.
Jonathan grunted at the direct attack.
"Ah, don't tell me you're
a cry baby," Maddox scolded him playfully. "You've been ripping out my chest
hair for like the last ten minutes."
"Sorry," Jonathan said
quickly. "I wasn't aware I was doing that." He pulled his hand away, as it
seemed as if he couldn't keep it very far from Maddox's sexy chest if it killed
him.
"No worries. As long as
I'm yours again, you can rip all the hair from my body."
"I wouldn't do that.
You're too sexy like this," Jonathan whispered.
Maddox offered him a
lopsided grin. "Yeah, I've noticed that you get kind of wild when you see me
naked."
"Full of yourself much?"
Jonathan sputtered in feigned outrage.
"So will you be soon,"
Maddox responded with a broad grin.
It took a while for Jonathan's
addled brain, which was already soaking in a few too many endorphins, to
understand what Maddox meant by that. There was no room left for interpretation
as Maddox appeared to be suddenly more adept at getting him out of his pants
and underwear.
Soon enough, they were in
a compromising position, Maddox between his legs, Jonathan completely naked,
and both panting slightly in anticipation. Maddox let his hungry eyes roam over
Jonathan's body. "I told you. You're beautiful."
He'd hang on to those
words for later; he would remember them when everything was blown to pieces. He
pulled Maddox closer for a kiss. This night, he wanted it all, so he let go of
Maddox's sweet lips and tongue, only so that he could lick his chin and then
his throat. While his range of motion was still limited, he could dip his
tongue into the crook of a strong shoulder and lick the fresh clean sweat
gathered there.
Maddox pushed him back on
the bed and laughed. Then, he reached for his belt and Jonathan's mouth went
dry even before that magnificent cock sprang out in front of him. The sight
alone was drool worthy.
Maddox grabbed his cock
and swung it from side to side. "Missed me, Jonathan?"
"Don't be an ass,"
Jonathan protested, but it wasn't like he could deny the truth. He grabbed
Maddox's cock out of his hand and tried to pull it to his mouth.
Again, he was at the
receiving end of more teasing, because Maddox just pushed him away and then jumped
out of bed. Jonathan rolled on one side, yearning to follow Maddox with his
eyes, if there was no other way for him to follow.
Maddox pushed down his
jeans and got rid of his underwear and socks. Then, he stood completely naked
in front of him.
"Are you going to tease
me with more cock puppetry?" Jonathan asked and cocked his head so that he
could admire the entire beautiful man that was Maddox.
"Nah, I think I'll save that
for birthday parties," Maddox replied.
Jonathan gasped in mock
shock. "What kind of an exhibitionist are you?"
Maddox rolled his eyes.
"I'm only talking about your birthday parties. You know, private parties, just
between you and me."
"Oh, all right. I suppose
that's something I can live with."
Maddox smirked and walked
closer to the bed. Now, his cock was level with Jonathan's cheek, but Jonathan
decided that two could play that game. "Well?" he asked. "Isn't Mr. Cock going
to ask me nicely to take him in my mouth?"
A burst of laughter let
him know his joke had landed. "Just suck me off, babe, before I lose my
erection since you're bent on making me laugh."
"Like I would be so
gullible as to believe such a thing possible." Jonathan didn't allow Maddox to
utter any more words, he deftly caught the throbbing thing and wrapped his lips
around its girth.
Maddox let out a groan of
pleasure and ran his fingers through Jonathan's hair. "I'm going to be selfish
tonight," he whispered. "I just want all of me in you. But I'll reciprocate
later, and it's a promise."
They both wanted the same
thing. Jonathan didn't let go of the delicious cock to agree, but decided that
words were overrated, anyhow, when actions could talk so much louder. He
adjusted his position by sitting on the edge of the bed, doing that without
ever letting go of Maddox's manhood. Then, he began to apply himself with the
enthusiasm and hunger he always felt when in the same room with this gorgeous
man.
***
Oh, yes, Jonathan's mouth
on his shaft was pure heaven, and after so many days without doing as much as
touch his cock for more than ten seconds, he felt like he was about to burst.
Still, he wasn't going to blow too early, because he didn't want to be a
disappointment to his handsome boyfriend.
He put one hand under
Jonathan's chin and cupped the back of his head with the other so that he could
have a bit of control. If he let Jonathan go for it, he would be a complete
goner in a matter of minutes.
It looked like his lover
appreciated being taken in hand like that because he moaned prettily around his
cock. That allowed Maddox to pull him completely away and enjoy the sight of
parted wet lips and the look of complete abandonment in Jonathan's eyes. Fuck,
he was beautiful, and smart, and gorgeous, and awesome... and he'd learn
everything about that.
He made Jonathan turn
face down on the bed and then helped him raise up on all fours. His hand moved
between the firm buttocks with intent, letting one finger move closer now and
then. It didn't take much to make Jonathan pant in desire to be fucked. "Wait
just a moment."
Since he had gotten a
boyfriend, he had learned a thing or two. That meant that he was well prepared
for what he intended to do to Jonathan, which basically meant to wreck him in
the most pleasurable way possible. His hands trembled slightly as he pushed
inside the scorching heat, opening it slowly and getting it ready for much
bigger things. He had never ached for someone in this overwhelming manner
before. Sure, he was just as horny as the next guy on a regular basis, but this
thing with Jonathan was simply off the charts.
"Ready for me?" he
whispered and draped his body over the slender one under him.
"Always," Jonathan
whispered back.
Maddox made his boyfriend
turn his head for another kiss. Too bad that it meant holding Jonathan in an
uncomfortable position so he could fuck him and kiss him at the same time. It
was with reluctance that he let go of the perfect tasty mouth.
"You look so sexy from
behind," he said and smacked both palms on Jonathan's perfect ass. He took in
the broad shoulders tapering down to the graceful waist, only to give way for
that awesome butt.
"I thought you preferred
to look me in the eyes," Jonathan replied, but his voice was strained, which
meant that the anticipation was getting to him, too.
"I like you from all
angles," Maddox assured him. "But, you see, you kind of drove me nuts this
week, so I want you more submissive just so that I know you won't run away
again."
"I doubt that I have the
strength for such a feat." Jonathan's breathless voice was music to his ears.
He smirked and moved his
cock closer to the enticing little hole. Just the thought of that tight heat,
of how the muscled channel was capable of giving his cock the ride of a
lifetime hiked his horniness. Like he needed that right now. He grabbed his
shaft by the root and squeezed tightly to take the edge off. It would be a
total bummer if he ended up shooting all over Jonathan's hole and butt cheeks
before he even managed to put it in.
Slowly inhaling and
exhaling, he moved closer. Then he moaned and closed his eyes as the head began
delving inside the well lubed ass, and the anticipation was brought to an end.
He moved slowly, listening closely for any sign of distress coming from
Jonathan. If they were extra careful in the beginning, they could go for a wild
ride later. With that self-promise in mind, he pushed deeper, but without
changing the pace.
"All good?" he asked.
"Mind blowing," Jonathan
confirmed. "But would you move already? I might pass out from too much
waiting."
"Your ass is uber tight,"
Maddox replied. "And I don't want to wreck it by going too fast."
"Maybe I want you to
wreck me a little."
"Just a little? Don't
provoke me, babe. I might just lose my head."
"Such a smooth talker,"
Jonathan teased him. "But maybe you want to put your money where your mouth is."
"Nah," Maddox teased back
and wrapped one arm around Jonathan's chest. He kissed his boyfriend's cheek
loudly. "But I'll put my mouth all over you, and that's a promise."
The welcoming wetness and
warmth were too much to ignore. With a small strained cry, he pushed inside all
the way.
"Fuck me, Maddox,
please," Jonathan begged when he didn't move for several seconds, too
overwhelmed by having his entire cock buried deep where it belonged.
"Will do, babe, will do.
Just give me a sec here." Jonathan made the mistake of clenching his butt.
Maddox growled and bit his ear. "Are you looking for a hard fuck?"
"You have no idea what
talking dirty to me like that does."
"Right. Why don't you
describe it to me?"
Jonathan chuckled, but
Maddox bit his ear harder until he heard the other hiss.
"It's just amazing,
Maddox. Nobody else will ever fuck me like this."
"You can bet your sweet
tight ass," Maddox confirmed and moved only slightly so that he could ram back
in.
Jonathan dipped his head
down in surrender, and that was all Maddox needed. He straightened up so that
he could grab the sexy ass opened in front of him and admire the flexing and
squeezing in all the back muscles with each thrust he made.
The way they moved
together was enough to confirm that they were made for each other. At times,
Jonathan just delayed the movement only so that he could slam against him,
driving him up the wall with pleasure.
"Oh, Maddox," Jonathan
moaned. "It's... I'm..."
"Coming already?" Maddox
decided it was a good moment to tease his boyfriend. "But I'm not even touching
your cock."
It was a badge of honor
to make Jonathan come from his ass after their time spent apart. Sure, if it
didn't happen, he would be quick to take matters into his hands. But it looked
like there was no need for that.
"You don't have to,"
Jonathan said as his breathing became erratic. "It's so good, Maddox, please,
more."
"Sure thing, babe." He
used the endearment with the intention of riling Jonathan up a bit, but it
looked like his boyfriend actually enjoyed being called that, or he was just
too horny and far gone to care. Either way, it gave Maddox free reign to use
it, and that was just another perk of having a boyfriend. You had someone to
smooch and cuddle with and fuck, of course, and call whatever you wanted.
He moved faster and
faster, making Jonathan moan louder and cry out. Maddox didn't need a compass
and a map to realize that the rhythmic pulses surrounding his cock and
squeezing it for dear life were a dead giveaway as to what was happening.
"Here comes the cream,
babe," Maddox announced himself, trying to pull one last joke before he lost
all ability to speak another word.
Jonathan seemed in no
shape to reply, so Maddox just used the pliant body under him to bring himself
to completion. When he came, his strangled cries seemed to go on forever, just
as his cock, apparently tapped into some endless reserve, shot deep inside
Jonathan, spurt after spurt.
"That was so awesome," he
moaned and let himself fall on the bed, by Jonathan's side, what felt like a
long time after. "Can you tell me what we were fighting about before? No,
better yet, don't tell me `cause
I don't care."
Instead of saying anything
in response, Jonathan just threw one arm over him and rested his forehead
against Maddox's shoulder. Good, that meant that he was forgiven, and that
Jonathan no longer cared about him being a complete ass.
"You know," he said while
wrapping his arm around Jonathan to pull him closer, "my family is crazy about
you. Just like me."
"That's good to hear,"
Jonathan murmured.
"Seriously, I'm so happy
that we cleared the air. I'm this close to not letting you go to see your folks
and keeping you here for Christmas."
"I need to bury the hatchet
with them," Jonathan replied.
"I know. It's just that I
missed you like, whatever, you know what I mean."
"I do."
So, they were on the same
page, finally. Maddox felt his body growing heavy and his eyelids followed suit.
"Hey, don't fall asleep
without washing," Jonathan chided him. "Go first."
"We could go together,"
Maddox suggested.
"We're not at Sunny Hill.
I really, really don't want us to scandalize your family. Oh, damn, were we
loud? I can't remember. How loud were we?"
"Chill, babe," Maddox
said and kissed his forehead. "This house has awesome soundproofing." He had no
idea if that was the truth, but he needed to tell Jonathan something to put his
mind at ease.
"This `babe' thing,"
Jonathan started.
"Yeah?"
"I think it's growing on
me."
Maddox laughed and pushed
Jonathan's hand lower. "Look at what else is growing on you."
Jonathan pulled his hand
away and then pinched the closest nipple hard.
"Ouch," Maddox protested.
"It's not my fault you're making me horny twenty-four-seven."
"Yeah, sure, blame it all
on me."
They laughed together and
then they lay like that, in pleasant silence, for a bit.
"Jonathan," Maddox began,
"we're going to talk, right? About everything."
"Eventually."
"Don't be a tease."
Seriously, he had to be
joking.
***
Maddox woke up quite
early after the night's activities, so it took him a bit for his eyes to adjust
to the early light filtering through the curtains. He reached for the place by
his side and found no one. Jonathan must be downstairs already, but why hadn't
he woken him up?
He was about to push
himself up when his hand brushed against something. He turned on his side and
blinked a few times as he saw the envelope. Jonathan really liked writing notes
by hand, didn't he?
He sat on the edge of the
bed and opened the envelope. A few sheets of paper covered in neat writing were
inside. Maddox felt his good spirits rise as he looked at the first phrases.
Impatience made him jump to his feet, and his eyes moved fast over each page,
until almost the end. He'd read every word later, but he needed to catch
Jonathan first before he left.
He clenched his teeth
when his eyes fell on the last page that appeared to have been written later
than the rest, if he took into account the more distressed calligraphy,
something unusual for someone as cool and collected as Jonathan.
This
long letter was supposed to be about why and how much I love you. But recent
events force me to turn this into a goodbye of sorts.
When
winter break ends, I won't be returning to Sunny Hill. The past has finally
caught up with me, and it's not my wish to drag you into the drama that tends
to be my life. However, I want you to hear everything from me, before I become,
once more, the butt of jokes for every living soul around.
The
reason why I left early without seeing you after finals was because I received
a peculiar message. People working for Xpress are blackmailing me by
threatening to release a questionable video Drew took of us in what you can
imagine as being a compromising position.
Maddox rolled his eyes
and grimaced. Jonathan needed to update that fucking software that made him
tick already. He sounded like he was from a different era. It was like being in
love with a time traveler. He read further, and his anger boiled.
They
threatened that they would release the video if I didn't choose to leave Sunny
Hill behind. I suppose that you're getting mad at me right now, because that
means I'm also leaving you behind.
Call
me a coward, Maddox, but I don't want to take advantage of your feelings for
me. At first, you would want to stick with me, and I appreciate that, I really
do. But that kind of thing, the constant mockery, the sneers, the gossip, it
tends to take a toll on people. I speak from experience.
I
have no doubt that they will release the video anyway. That is why I don't want
you to be exposed to something that you cannot prepare for. I'll send the video
to you – yes, it appears that a bit of experience with using search engines
helps, and it wasn't so hard after all for someone to stumble upon it at one
point or another – and you are free to judge me as you see fit.
You
told me repeatedly that I have the bad habit of running away. I'm only
half-running away now, and it's your fault. Watch the video and decide for
yourself if you ever want to see me again or not. And don't rush to catch me,
because by the time you get that video, there will be many miles between us
already.
I'm
leaving you my address below. If you would ever like to pay me a visit, you'd
make me happy... but that's not the point. Come only if that's what you really
want, not because of obligation or pity. If you don't come, I'll understand.
And even so, just know that, at this moment, you mean the world to me, and
you'll always have a place in my heart.
There
you have it. Jonathan Hamilton, pathetically romantic, writing you seven pages
of I love yous in different ways.
So,
there's no harm in adding one more.
I
love you, Maddox Kingsley.
PS.
If this letter somehow ends up in Xpress, don't ever let me know. There's only so
much cringe I can subject myself to.
Cringe? Where the hell
did Jonathan see anything like that? Clearly he had to be a visitor from two
centuries ago, because he didn't know the first thing about the definition of
cringe. Maddox jumped to his feet and crumpled the papers in his fist. He was
caught between two very different, quite opposing, feelings. One was of
absolute happiness, because, hell, who wrote seven pages of I love yous in this day and age, and using pen and paper on top of
it all?
The other was of
scorching hot anger. For real, he was starting to see red in front of his eyes.
How dared those assholes blackmail Jonathan like that? Sure, Jonathan was wrong
to believe that Maddox would care about the gossip, as he had learned that
lesson painfully, but it wasn't his place to decide for Jonathan, too.
There had to be a way.
Dammit, he wasn't going to let Jonathan drop out of Sunny Hill just because of
some scumbags with no lives. Xpress had just gotten themselves a real enemy.
He pushed against his
forehead, trying to force a bit of order into his thoughts. First, he needed to
go downstairs and see if Jonathan was still around. But just as he was about to
grab some clothes so that he didn't end up shocking an early riser other than
his boyfriend, his phone chimed to announce that he had a new message.
Annoyed, he grabbed it,
and then he stopped his frantic search for clothes. He sat back on the bed and
opened the video. Jonathan had to be far away already.
The Jonathan from the
video didn't look that much different from the Jonathan he knew, but Maddox was
well aware that he was staring at a different version of his boyfriend. The
wariness was not there in the beautiful amber eyes, and he even looked slightly
arrogant, but in a very sexy, very hot way.
He was looking out a
window and had his shirt open in the front. For some reason, he looked pissed.
What
crawled up your ass?
Maddox winced at the
stranger's voice, obviously belonging to the guy taking the video. So that had
to be the infamous Drew. He was more than ready to hate the dude even more,
with his phony accent, and low fake manly voice. Yeah, he sounded like a total
douche.
On the screen, Jonathan
threw an annoyed look at the speaker.
Put
the phone down already, Drew. You're not being cute right now.
Drew laughed and Maddox
made a face when a naked cock sprang into view, obscuring Jonathan's silhouette
and blurring it out for a moment.
Look
what I have for you here. All pumped up and ready. Come on, you know you always
feel better after you suck me off.
What a fucking asshole.
And his cock was weird, Maddox decided. Who liked that kind of ribbed thing? It
looked like a freaking dildo.
Jonathan appeared determined
to ignore the blatant invitation and continued to look out the window. As the
camera moved, it seemed that Drew had gotten up from the bed and was now moving
closer to his target.
Look,
here are my two favorite things in the whole world.
Gosh, how he hated this
dude. He sounded like such a major prick.
The camera shifted, and
Maddox's eyebrows shot up at the sight of the white powder. Drew seemed quite
adept at drawing lines with a credit card, while still holding his phone. A few
blond strands came into view for a moment, and the sound of someone inhaling
deeply through his nose could be heard.
You
should quit. Jonathan's stern voice could be heard. One day, you'll get into trouble over it. Is
it really worth it?
You
should quit busting my balls. Fuck, this shit's so good. Come on, give me a
kiss.
Jonathan didn't look like
he cared about what Drew wanted as the phone moved closer to his face.
You've
never tried it, that's why you're like this. But you know, if you give me some
of that thing you know I love to bits, I might just consider quitting.
Do
you want me to suck your cock? Is it because that's the only thing you want
from me?
Don't
be like this, Jonathan. You're the other favorite thing of mine, in case you
were asking yourself.
Jonathan rolled his eyes.
Drew kissed his cheek and then cupped his jaw.
Maddox had to stop
himself from crushing the phone in his hand. The camera moved wildly, but it
was hard to look at how the fucker was kissing Jonathan, anyway. Of Drew, he
could only see a square jaw and strands of blond hair, but it still annoyed
Maddox to no end just to notice those details. Good thing he wasn't a blond; he
would have had to dye his hair.
In the video, Jonathan
seemed to relent as Drew moved his mouth to cover his. Jonathan's eyes flicked
open, and Maddox could read pure abandonment in them.
I
dreamed about you last night, you know? Drew continued to talk.
Were
we doing this together? Jonathan still wanted to keep his
anger in, but his voice was dropping low as he pointed out of view, probably at
the white powder on the table.
Drew caressed his face. No, but you were sucking me off.
Oh,
screw you already.
Not
so fast. You're good at sucking cock, Jonathan. It's not like there's any shame
in that.
I
guess there is, because I don't see you doing it.
I'm
not good at it. But you are. And look at you.
Drew moved the phone to
Jonathan's crotch.
Yeah, true enough, he was
pitching a tent.
Drew then used his free
hand to feel the bulge and squeezed hard. I'll
make you come, too. Don't be a wuss.
More kissing followed.
Maddox felt an urgent need to skip, but Jonathan had asked him to watch it, and
that was what he was going to do.
Drew continued to coax
Jonathan into getting on his knees.
Could
you at least stop filming? Jonathan asked as he finally knelt in
front of Drew and was reaching for his crotch.
No.
It's just for me, don't worry. I need something to jerk off to, you know. I'll
be home all of next week.
Can't
you just watch some porn like everyone else?
Drew moved his hand
through Jonathan's hair and caressed his cheek. His fingers rested on
Jonathan's mouth and his thumb snuck inside to make it open. Porn has nothing on you and what you can do
with that mouth. Come on, show me your tongue.
Jonathan seemed to
hesitate a little, but Drew was whispering small praises.
The part that Maddox
hated the most was not Drew's asshole behavior. No, it was how much in love
Jonathan looked. And he seemed so innocent there, like someone who had never
been betrayed before. For anyone who cared to look closely, it was evident that
he was fighting to not let himself be manipulated. Still, it was clear which
part of him was winning.
Maddox almost bit through
his lower lip in frustration as Jonathan wrapped his lips gently around Drew's
cock.
Oh,
yes, like that. You really know how to blow a guy's mind, Jonathan. I'd totally
quit if you gave me blowjobs like this every day.
At least, the fucker
didn't look like he had staying power. It didn't take him long to blow his
load.
Now
look at me and show me. Fuck yeah. Drew moved one finger
inside Jonathan's mouth, playing with his own cum.
What a fucking disgusting
pig, Maddox thought.
You
had your fun. Now it's your turn.
Nah,
no way. I'm not sucking dick, I told you. I'll give you a hand, though.
The video ended there.
Maddox pushed the back of his hand against his forehead, and only then realized
that he had really crumpled Jonathan's love letter. He threw the phone on the
bed and took the sheets of paper to his desk where he began to smooth them out,
one by one. All this time, his mind was in overdrive.
From his point of view, the
video was not as racy as Jonathan had painted it, but nonetheless, he hated
that there were people, strangers, who had looked at his boyfriend doing those
things and could still look.
The part with the drugs
was the aggravating circumstance, and that was all on Drew. Sure enough, there
was no evidence that Jonathan had gotten into drugs himself; quite the
opposite. And yet, it still looked like Jonathan had been the one to get
crucified for the whole thing.
He placed the love letter
inside a book and then linked his hands together, resting his chin on top of
them. He needed to think, think, think. No way in hell was he letting Xpress
get the better of Jonathan like that. Sunny Hill wasn't some stuffy old school
with moldy professors and mean students. And an asshole like Drew.
Well, thinking could
wait. Now, he needed to do just one thing, and he'd see how to proceed from
there. Without a second thought, he put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants
and was out the door.
***
It felt so strange to
walk through the front door, and unannounced on top of it all. A part of him,
the one that had gotten a bit cynical lately, wanted to put his parents in a
position where they just couldn't send him away from their doorstep.
The butler, Mr. Simmons,
walked down the stairs so quickly that Jonathan feared that he might end up
tumbling down. "Jonathan," he said breathlessly, "you're back."
Mr. Simmons had been with
his family for as long as he could remember, and Jonathan was as fond of the
old man as the butler was of him. He had always been the one to sneak him candy
when he wasn't supposed to have even one more, and the one who helped him with
his homework after the tutors were gone, and most of all, the person who made
that house feel like a home in ways that his parents didn't appear to be able
to.
"Why didn't you call?"
"I suppose it won't make
this family go bankrupt if you add an extra plate to the table."
Mr. Simmons gasped and
then smiled. "Did you just make a joke? I suppose that place has been kind to
you so far."
Jonathan didn't doubt
that Mr. Simmons had eavesdropped enough to know where he had been all this
time. He intended to surprise the old butler even more because he dropped his
luggage, walked over to him, and gave him a hug. It took Mr. Simmons a few good
moments to hug him back, and when he did, it was more like a pat on the back,
but one that Jonathan knew was loaded with affection.
"Well, where is everyone?
The prodigal son has returned, so we should have a feast, right?"
Mr. Simmons seemed to
have some trouble recovering from that hug. "Well, of course. You're staying for
Christmas, right? Have you made plans for New Year's celebrations? Your parents
would be happy to have you over."
"I'm here to stay,"
Jonathan explained shortly.
"Really? That's great
news." Mr. Simmons searched his face for a moment. "Isn't it?"
Jonathan sighed. "It's a
long story."
"I was about to make tea,
anyway," Mr. Simmons replied.
"I'm afraid it's not the
kind of story meant for respectable ears."
"We might have different
definitions of what respectable means. Talking of respectable or the opposite
of that, your parents have visitors."
Mr. Simmons barely had
time to finish speaking. Jonathan sensed that there was someone at the top of
the stairs and he lifted his eyes. "You must be fucking kidding me," he let out
without censoring.
Drew rolled his eyes and
began walking down the stairs with his studied, devil-may-care, gait. "Nice to
see you, too, Jonathan. Simmons, how about I take Jonathan's luggage and you
can see to more important things?"
Jonathan nodded at the
butler who kept his back to Drew, ignoring him on purpose. While Drew moved
closer, he had time to examine his former friend. Well, he definitely didn't
look like he was high, but it was still early in the day.
At a glance, Drew looked
like the same confident, attractive, young man that had made Jonathan lose his
head in the past. But now, Jonathan noticed other things, like the cruel lips
curled in a smile, the aggressive masculinity Drew exuded, the firm way he
walked as if he ruled the world. Before, he had used to think that was everything
he wanted in a man. Not anymore. Maddox looked a bit rough compared to Drew,
but his smile was warm, and his masculinity didn't come from a place of brutal
desires. No, he was like a giant cat, minus the bloodthirst, and he was such a
marshmallow inside that the thought alone made Jonathan's mouth water.
The expression on his
face must have changed, because Drew quirked an eyebrow and smirked. Jonathan
grabbed his luggage and walked toward the stairs. When Drew moved as if to take
his luggage from him, he pushed his shoulder against the other's.
"I can manage, thank you."
"Come on, Jonathan, it's
the least I can do for you," Drew drawled and followed him up the stairs.
"The least you can do for
me is to admit to being an asshole. Or maybe go back in time and not make that
video? Oh, I suppose between the two, time traveling is the most doable in your
case."
"I apologized to your
parents. And now, I want to apologize to you as well."
"I heard you. Now, can
you please stop following me? This is still my home, and I know the way to my
room."
Drew put a hand on his
shoulder to stop him once they reached the landing. Jonathan growled on impulse,
and Drew pulled his hand away. "What kind of school did you go to? One with
wrestling midgets?"
"A normal school. Where
people aren't douchebags like here," he said pointedly.
"No shit," Drew said with
a snort. "I heard what you told Simmons. You came back home to stay."
"Well, my reasons are my
business," Jonathan said through his teeth. Finally, he had reached his room.
"And this is my bedroom, where you're not allowed."
There was some
satisfaction in slamming the door in Drew's face. Yeah, that felt good. Still,
he needed to face his parents, and he wasn't much in the mood for that.
He threw himself on the
bed, face down. He could still feel Maddox's strong lovemaking from the night
before. And he could use a nap.
TBC
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