Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 6
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2021 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Six – Something
Wonderful
Maddox chewed on his gum
mindlessly while letting his mind wander off. These days, he was off most of
the time as he seemed incapable of getting that thing with Jonathan out of his
head. He had turned into the equivalent of a socially inadequate porcupine, and
people preferred to get out of his way, allowing him the needed berth for him
to work out of his system whatever he needed to work out of his system.
The problem was he had no
idea how to work it out. Well, rejection fucking stung, and since it was for
the first time in his life he suffered it when it mattered, he felt utterly
messed up. Each time he closed his eyes, he could only see Jonathan's climax
face turning into stone in the blink of an eye. Had he been, what? Disgusted?
What of him could cause that kind of reaction in a person?
Was it weird that he
didn't know about it because he couldn't see it, and other people didn't care
to tell him because they pitied him? Maddox had examined himself in the mirror
in all possible ways and couldn't see it if it killed him.
He barely registered as
Kane plunked by his side on the sofa in the living room. Instead of offering a
greeting, he barely let out a grunt.
Kane sighed and placed a
hand on his knee. Oh, no, that had to be some kind of intervention. "Deedee,"
his friend called softly, "what exactly is this girl doing to you to make you
so messed up?"
And he had just pulled
the `Deedee' card on him, which was something Kane did only when he wanted to
have heartfelt conversations. Because he'd had a girlfriend for three years, he
was the only one in their group who seemed to have developed extra skills, all
dealing with emotional stuff, which everyone hated when it was used on them but
appreciated for being actually helpful.
"There's no girl," he
mumbled.
"If there's no girl,
you're really starting to scare me. Is someone in your family ill or
something?"
He couldn't lie about
serious stuff like that. "It's a girl," he said reluctantly. He wasn't yet at
the point when he could admit to his friends that he was crushing on a dude.
"All right." Kane
exhaled. "So, you dig her, and she doesn't dig you back?"
"Something like that,"
Maddox mumbled and began munching on a hangnail.
Kane grabbed his arm and
forced it down. "I'm not just going to tell you that you need to talk. I'm
actually going to interrogate you."
Ha! Like that would scare
him. He looked down stubbornly.
"All right," Kane said
with a sigh, "let's start. Was she, like, hands off, dude, from the start, or
something?"
Maddox swung his head
from one side to the other. "Not... really. We... well, touched each other and
stuff." Good thing he hadn't just blurted out something insane like having had
jerked off with the imaginary girl.
"Ah, so she must be at
least a little into you. What makes you think she doesn't like you?"
`She' had run away with
Maddox's cum on `her' like there was a rocket in `her' butt. But he couldn't
say that outright.
"She's like distant and
stuff," Maddox replied.
"Is there something going
on in her life right now? Maybe she doesn't feel like hooking up is a good idea
for her right now."
"It's more than hooking
up," Maddox replied in an irritated voice and then instantly wished that he
could take the words back.
"Really?" Kane's eyes lit
up for a moment. "Since when?"
"Since it's about her. I
mean, I don't know! Can we not have this conversation?" Maddox whined.
"No, we cannot not have
this conversation," Kane replied firmly. "So, it's serious. Our little boy is
finally growing up."
"Shut up, lifer," Maddox
replied. "I don't know what it is. Maybe if I hooked up with her, I'd be over
it."
Maybe.
Oh, what a big fat
`maybe'. Would once be enough to check off the list all the things he wanted to
do with Jonathan, to Jonathan, and around Jonathan? It would have to be a
pretty long hookup, and it should happen without his dick falling off at the
end from coming too many times.
"What if she's not into
hooking up?" Kane asked.
"She could be," Maddox
said with a shrug.
"You don't know a lot
about this girl, do you?"
Through no fault of his
own. He wanted to get to know Jonathan a great deal more, but who could hold
down that guy for more than a couple of minutes which had been the most he had
gotten when meeting him across the campus and exchanging no more than a few superficial
lines?
"What if she's not into
boys?" Kane asked. "You know how long it took Louise's sister to come out. It
was hard for her, and she tried to deny her true self for a long time before
she decided she was done with hiding."
Louise was Kane's girlfriend,
and her big sis had only last year come out to their parents. It had been quite
difficult for her to admit it, especially to herself, as Kane had told them
later.
"Oh, don't worry, she's
into boys. She's just not into me. There's something wrong with me," Maddox
said the last words, and his mind went reeling. "It is something wrong with
me," he repeated.
"Hey, hey, slow down,
what could be wrong with you? You're a handsome mofo,
you're fun, and you clearly want her," Kane offered his input right away.
"But I'm a player,"
Maddox said like he finally saw the light. "She must think I'm a walking STD."
"Wow, wow," Kane began,
clearly stunned by that evolution of their conversation. "You always use
protection, right?"
"Of course I do, but she
doesn't know it. That's it. This is what I have to do."
"What exactly? Tell her
that you're a condom type of guy? I assume she is, too, if she has her head on
her shoulders, so --"
"I'm going to get tested,
and then I'm going to shove that thing right under his nose!" Maddox smacked
his right palm with his left fist.
"His?" Kane asked.
"What?"
"You said `his nose'."
"No, I didn't," Maddox
denied.
Kane blinked a couple of
times. "I either heard it wrong, or you're more fucked up than I imagined.
Which you clearly are. Well, get tested if that's going to give you peace of
mind. But, as a friend, I must tell you that the chances are that her
reluctance to get with you might not have anything to do with it. The entire
campus knows you're the poster boy for safe sex. So, she must know it, too."
Maddox stood abruptly, no
longer hearing whatever Kane was blabbing about.
"Are you going right
now?"
"The sooner, the better."
If Kane had other
heartfelt things to say, Maddox would just listen to them another time.
***
Jonathan dreaded the day
when he had Statistics for a good reason. So far, he had managed to stay clear
of Maddox and just exchange a few words whenever they met under the pretext
that he always needed to be somewhere. Also, there was the project they had to
be working on together, so sooner or later, they would find themselves face to
face.
The worst part was that
Maddox looked like there was something serious bothering him. Since he had
perked up his ears whenever Ray talked about the latest news being churned by
the gossip mill, he knew that nothing untoward had happened to him except for
their little late-at-night tryst at the pool.
After several days,
Maddox should have been over it. He was popular, handsome, everyone liked him,
and there were dozens of girls who wouldn't mind, surely, to make him forget
about almost being dropped on his ass by a guy he had masturbated with for the
fun of it.
At first, he had tried to
shake off the feeling of guilt by telling himself that Maddox should get used
to a bit of rejection in his perfect life. But seeing those pretty gray eyes
filled with longing and suffering surely didn't support his case. If he could
help it, he wanted Maddox to not suffer one moment for as long as he lived.
But what was he to do?
Tell him that it was all fine? But what if Maddox then wanted a repeat
experience? No, that was definitely out of the question. Jonathan felt that he
had committed a huge mistake by giving in to the temptation once. Maddox was
addictive if one were unfortunate enough to do as little as look at him and
bask for a moment in that pretty boy smile. And now that he knew how Maddox
looked in the throes of pleasure, he was completely doomed.
He had himself to
consider, he tried to speak to that rational part of him that still lay in
there, somewhere. What would happen if he let Maddox in? The straight boy would
have his fun and then move on. And that was the best of all scenarios. No guy
with such a track record in getting girls would, all of a sudden, decide to
settle for a relationship with a gay guy.
A groan made its way up
his throat as he found his way to the last row, as usual. He wasn't allowed
even to consider such a possibility. At best, at the absolute best, Maddox just
wanted to fool around, jerk off, experiment a little, maybe, check all that off
his list, and then move on to his usual womanizing.
Jonathan was insane even
to consider that there was more to it than that. Nonetheless, he had made
things awkward enough between them by accepting that mutual masturbation and then
by fleeing the scene in that manner. He would have to make things right
somehow, and that without leaving room for interpretations.
His breath caught in his
chest when he saw Maddox entering the lecture hall. He looked better, and his
usual cocky smile was back where it belonged. Well, it had been a few rough
days, but it appeared that Maddox was finally over it, which was good.
Yes, it was good, he
decided and repeated the thing a few times in his head. Until his eyes crossed
with Maddox's, and the smug grin that was clearly addressed to him made his
heart skip a beat. What was that all about now? A wink followed, and then
Maddox plopped himself into his seat, leaving Jonathan with all the questions.
He loved Statistics, but
it seemed like he would have a hard time focusing on the lecture again just
because that guy was in the same room. His phone buzzed quietly, and he
frowned. After stealing a few glances around, he surreptitiously took it and
checked the screen.
Today, after classes, you and I, at the
library, it's on. We'll work on it.
Ah, the project, of
course. Jonathan typed a quick `K' and then put the phone away as cautiously as
he could. Then he stared at Maddox just as the guy turned his head and flashed
a smile at him. Somehow, he couldn't stop thinking that smile could announce
nothing good.
What kind of torture was
in store for him now?
***
Maddox could barely hold
in his excitement as he entered the library and spotted Jonathan at a table,
working on his laptop, those sexy glasses on, and wearing a serious expression
on his face. He walked over, and in one fell swoop, produced the copy he had
requested from the medical office where he had had his tests done. "Read them
and weep," he said with emphasis and plopped into the seat across from Jonathan.
His eyes were like a
hawk's as he observed the other picking the paper and giving it a long and
thoughtful look.
"What's this?" Jonathan
asked.
Maddox placed his hands
behind his head, stretched, and offered a lopsided grin. "It says right there
that my cum is not radioactive."
"Um, congratulations?"
Jonathan's lips curled into a small confused smile.
Maddox leaned forward
abruptly and whispered, "I haven't been with a girl since the beginning of
summer."
"Well, I saw you with my
own eyes with a cute blond girl at the party the first Saturday of the
semester," Jonathan pointed out.
"So you noticed. You must
have been looking for me, then," Maddox said with a grin.
"Don't be absurd.
Everyone noticed. It's not like you're any less than a superstar wherever you
go, let alone a party."
Well, it was a
compliment, and he was willing to take it. However, he needed to clear any
misunderstandings.
"Nothing happened with
her." Maddox waved impatiently. "It was the night my dog died. And by that, I
actually mean the other thing that starts with a `d'
and is also man's best friend."
The confusion in
Jonathan's eyes was beyond hilarious, but Maddox didn't want to jinx it somehow
by laughing in the guy's face.
"Oh, you mean... oh,"
Jonathan said slowly. "It... died? But I'm sure it was in perfect working order
the night we --" He stopped abruptly and bit his lower lip in the most adorable
way. Maddox had a mind to ask him if he was allowed to bite it in Jonathan's
stead. He was so damned sure it had to be delicious.
"Yeap,
all `cause of you," Maddox drawled each word while
taking in each of the other's reactions.
"Because of me?"
Oh, man, how could he be
so oblivious? But that just made him so much cuter that Maddox wanted to lean
over the table and smooch him until both were breathless. And then, those amber
eyes would look all shiny and hazy, and Maddox would just take his time tasting
each lip at a time, each corner, inside and out --
"Hey, Earth to Maddox."
Jonathan snapped him back to reality. "Let's start working. I'd like to grab a
quick bite before I'm starting my shift."
"We could have something
together if you're hungry now."
"No," Jonathan said
sharply. "Let's get this done with."
Hmm, that would have
normally deflated Maddox's high spirits a smidge, but he was too pumped up to
care. Tonight, just before closing time, Jonathan would get a little visit. For
now, he needed to prove he could play it cool. So, without commenting anything
else, he grabbed his laptop and focused on their project.
***
Jonathan had found it
hard to focus throughout his shift after his meeting with Maddox earlier. Why
had he done that, showing him that he was STD-free? Did he believe that
Jonathan thought something like that of him? It was confirmed that the guy was
a player, as far as Xpress cared to document his sex life, according to Ray,
but in all truth, the local tabloid had expressed concern over the prettiest
boy on campus not hooking up as he used to. Of course, the death of that
imaginary pet appeared to satisfy the gossip mill for now in regards to
Maddox's lack of romps in the hay, but how long would that last? Either way,
not for one moment had Jonathan thought of anything that required the dutiful
presentation of a complete set of health tests, as Maddox had done.
In all truth, Jonathan
was getting a bit sick of Xpress and their way of getting into everyone's
business. He had been trying to wean Ray off that thing so far with no success.
His roommate had admitted that it was a guilty pleasure and that he knew not
everything in there was true, but it looked like he was too naďve to understand
that some people could get hurt by fake news like that.
As the last student came
back with the books and he went to put them back in their rightful places, the
door opened again. Jonathan grimaced and scolded himself for not locking it,
but as he emerged from the rows of bookshelves, he put on his most affable
smile. Maybe it was someone who needed to bring back a book on the last leg. It
would be no trouble to help them out.
He stopped abruptly when
he saw who it was. Maddox was standing right there, his hands in the pockets of
his jeans, in a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off his
biceps, and wearing a dazzling smile on his face.
Despite the poor fashion
sense he appeared to display with the horrendous manner in which he wore his
t-shirts, he looked amazing as always. Jonathan ached to touch those perfect
arms, let his fingers run along them and squeeze them lightly just to prove to
himself that they were real flesh and blood and not pure granite. The weather
was slowly changing, but it looked like Maddox didn't think of grabbing his
jacket.
"Hi," he said, swallowing
the sudden ball at the base of his throat, "I was just about to close here. Is
there some book you want?"
"Yeah," Maddox said and
walked slowly toward him.
Jonathan couldn't help
but notice that slight swing of hips as Maddox moved. He had to know how sexy
he was, and he had to know that he needed to dial it down a little so that he
didn't end up causing accidents everywhere he went.
"Okay," he said as he
managed somehow to sound natural and not at all affected by the sight in front
of him, "what do you need?"
Maddox made a sign with
his chin. "Don't you want to lock? So that no one else comes."
Jonathan nodded and moved
stiffly past Maddox, trying hard not to inhale just as they brushed against
each other. Quite inconveniently, Maddox had placed himself in the middle of
the hallway, and even trying to get around him involved a bit of touching.
He locked the door, all
the while willing his heart to stop beating so wildly. There was something
strange going on each time he was in such close quarters with Maddox. And
alone.
When he turned, Maddox
was already walking down one of the aisles. Probably he knew already where to
find what he needed. Jonathan followed him.
"Have you ever imagined
how it would feel to have sex in a library?"
Jonathan pursed his lips
and squeezed his eyes tightly for a moment. "No, I can't say that I have. Is
this your idea of entertainment? Risky situations?"
Maddox shrugged lazily.
He threw Jonathan an all-knowing look. "Could be."
Jonathan turned his head
to look at the bookshelves, searching for something to hang on to, anything
else but Maddox.
***
So he was trying to play
it cool, but it was so damned clear that Jonathan wanted him. His cheeks were
slightly pink, he kept licking his lips, and he blinked so prettily now and
then. Maddox shrugged and grabbed Jonathan by the shoulders. The next moment,
their lips collided, and it was so good, so sweet, that Maddox could feel his
toes curling in his kicks.
That was the good moment
because one later, he was pushed back furiously...
And punched in the
face.
"Ouch, ouch, what the
hell?" Maddox grabbed his nose and groaned at the sudden pain.
Fuck, something was
pouring out of his nose. He took away his hands and stared at them. It was
fucking blood!
"Oh my god," Jonathan
babbled, "you're bleeding!"
"No shit, Sherlock. You
fucking hit me! Why did you do that?"
Jonathan, who had seemed
frozen in place for a couple of seconds, went into a frenzy. He grabbed Maddox
by one arm and began dragging him. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't even think I'd
land that. I sincerely thought you would block or dodge or --"
"Where are you taking me?
To the torture room to get your kicks? And why would you even think I'd be able
to dodge a punch to the face?"
"Aren't you a big shot
fighter?"
A what?
"And I'm just taking you
to the bathroom to get you washed. Seriously, Maddox, I'm sorry. You just took
me completely off-guard and --"
"No wonder you're a
freaking virgin if you punch all the guys who try to kiss you in the face.
You're so violent!" Well, the blood wasn't stopping, but the pain that had
flared at first was now turning into a low-frequency pulse.
"I don't punch anyone,"
Jonathan retorted. "Just you," he added after a short break.
Maddox felt like grinning
despite the pain.
Jonathan helped him wash
his face and then grabbed a small first aid kit. He began to baby him, wiping
his face and then stuffing his nose with small cotton balls. Then he took him
to a small bench and had him lie down. Maddox had to admit that he enjoyed the
attention, despite his hurting nose. Jonathan crouched by his side and caressed
his forehead. He looked so seriously chastised, it was way too funny.
"Let me bring a small
pillow to rest your head on. Just tilt your head back a little to help the
bleeding to stop."
Maddox grabbed Jonathan's
arm to prevent him from going. "Don't leave my side, I beg you. It's so cold,"
he said in an exaggerated dramatic voice, "my whole life is flashing before my
eyes. Oh, look, that was where I put my Pokémon card collection in fifth
grade."
Jonathan chuckled and
slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "Oh, god, you're such a joker. You sure
you don't need that pillow? This bench is hard."
"Just hold my head on
your arm, and I'll be fine," Maddox said promptly.
He was pushing it, but he
had already been punched in the face, and he doubted Jonathan would do that
again soon. However, he was pleasantly surprised when Jonathan took his head
gently and then snuck his arm underneath to support it.
"How is it? Does it hurt
a lot?" Jonathan asked.
Their faces were so
close, but Maddox doubted he looked too sexy, now with his nose stuffed with
cotton balls. "It does," he whined.
Jonathan smiled. "No
wonder everyone's crazy about you. I had no idea guys like you would be able to
pull the puppy eyes look so easily."
Maddox blinked slowly and
made his best effort to look as charming as he could under the circumstances. Jonathan
caressed his hair with the other hand, pushing it out of his eyes.
"Do you think you can
stand?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Jonathan helped him up.
"Your t-shirt is ruined," he said.
Maddox looked at the few
red dots on it. It was already late, so no one would notice. "Yeah, but hey, I
don't go to battle against Muhammad Ali every day."
That earned him another
sweet smile from Jonathan. "I'll give you mine. Just take it off."
It wasn't everything like
he imagined the point where they would both take their clothes off again, but
it was still good. Maddox pulled his t-shirt over his head and handed it to
Jonathan, who left it on the bench. It was just so damned funny how hard the
guy was trying not to stare at him.
Jonathan Hamilton was a
challenge, but that only made him all the more worth it. Maddox watched him
with hungry eyes as he got out of the light sweater he was wearing and then out
of a pristine white t-shirt. Damn, that body was so fine, nice defined muscles
everywhere, but lean and looking nothing like a gym rat. Slight curves nicely
balanced the hard planes of his torso in all the right places. He was real and
warm, and anyone in their right minds would just reach out and touch him.
Jonathan handed the
t-shirt to Maddox and then put his sweater back on hastily.
Maddox held it for a
moment and pretended to sniff it. "Too bad I can't smell this," he said
playfully.
Jonathan grinned and then
shook his head. "No problem. I can tell you it reeks of old money."
Maddox chortled. "You got
me." He pulled the t-shirt over his head.
Just as he began to roll
the sleeves up, Jonathan stopped him. "Maddox, baby, please, just don't. You
have amazing arms, we all get it, but no." To get his point across, he rolled
back the sleeves and smoothed them out with his palms.
"Did you just call me
`baby'? Do it again," Maddox said quickly.
"You're a big baby,"
Jonathan said. "A cry baby."
"Ah, come on, not like
that," Maddox complained.
"How do you feel?"
Jonathan asked him, the seriousness from before returning in full-fledge.
"I've been better,"
Maddox joked. "But, since I see you still feel guilty, how about you kiss me to
make it all better?"
Jonathan took him by the
shoulders and then kissed him gently on the tip of his nose. Such surprises
never ceased to amaze him.
"Did I get punched in the
face for this?" Maddox complained. Truth be told, even for that, and it was
still worth it. Jonathan was so close, he could feel his body heat.
He held his breath as
Jonathan angled his head and kissed the corner of his mouth. Then, he moved
slowly to take his lips, and it was even sweeter than before. Maddox opened his
mouth slowly, cautiously, and then a naughty tongue flickered over his lips and
darted inside, teasing him.
The only other point
where they made contact was where Jonathan held him by the shoulders, but it
was enough. Maddox could feel the world starting to spin around him like a fun
merry-go-round as he closed his eyes.
Jonathan was kissing him,
and it was beyond everything he had ever experienced. It wasn't even about sex,
or not only about it, because the way Jonathan brushed his lips over his mouth,
so unhurriedly that it hurt, was filled not only with sexual want but something
else.
Something that tasted
like nothing else Maddox ever tasted. Was it because he was a boy, and he had
never kissed one before? Or was it because it was simply Jonathan?
He found it hard to open
his eyes and admit that it was over when Jonathan moved away.
"Better now?"
Maddox smiled.
"Definitely."
"Then off you go now.
Call me if there's anything you need."
He could make so many
jokes about other boys Jonathan must have kissed or that `anything' leaving the
door open for sexual innuendos. But Maddox just nodded and let himself be
guided to the door.
Once outside, he broke
into a sprint. His feet had wings all of a sudden, and he felt as if he were
drunk for the first time in his life.
***
"What happened to you?"
That was a very startled Kane, who had both hands filled with beer bottles and
was just heading to join the others on the sofa and watch a game.
Maddox grinned and
sighed. "Something wonderful."
"Wonderful? You look like
you got into a fight."
Maddox hiked up the
stairs. He couldn't dally and entertain Kane and his curiosity right now
because he needed to reach his room, throw himself on the bed, and dreamed
wide-eyed of how amazing Jonathan was and the sweetness of his kiss.
TBC
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