Good
Guys Don't Date Bad Boys – Ch. 7
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Laura S. Fox
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Chapter
Seven - Kiss And Tell
Jonathan
wished there was a magic trick to stop the hammering of his heart that didn't
care to slow down even once he was inside the small suite he shared with Ray.
He pressed his back against the door and tried to control his breathing. He had
gone and kissed Maddox Kingsley! Of all the students on campus, he just had to
go for the guy who was the worst choice he could make.
He pressed a
hand on his chest and breathed out. At the time, he had been so cool, in
control, thinking that he would just pay Maddox back for the sudden attack on
his person with a small surprise of his own. One that didn't involve punching
the guy in the nose, he thought and winced at the reminder.
What kind of
kick-ass fighter was Maddox if he couldn't block a slow hit like that? Jonathan
was pretty sure that he was no boxer or MMA aficionado, so landing that punch
had taken him completely by surprise. It had been a knee-jerk reaction, too, as
he had been so tense the moment Maddox had walked through the door. That,
especially, had to worry him since he had never known himself as an aggressive
individual. Apparently, Maddox had a remarkable ability to bring out the worst
in him. At the moment, he had thought the guy would call it a prank and laugh
at him, and --
But the
kiss... The kiss had been amazing. Jonathan banged his head against the door
and groaned. Maddox's full lips felt as good as they looked, sweet marshmallow
pillows that one could indulge in for hours while slowly going mad. And when
Jonathan, too sure of himself, had dared to sneak his tongue inside and have a
taste... That should have been the moment when he should have realized that he
had gone utterly, hopelessly insane.
How was he
supposed to forget about Maddox now? How was he supposed to kiss another boy
and not compare the way their lips would touch to that mind-blowing kiss?
Maddox was
such a tough act to follow that Jonathan had no idea what to do but stay there,
pinned to the door like an old coat, and ponder over the miserable fate that he
had tailored for himself with his own two hands and through no one else's
fault.
"Ah, you're
home?"
Ray's voice
woke him up from his imagined self-flagellation. His roommate's hair was a
mess, and he looked like he had just woken up.
"Were you
already asleep? So early?"
Ray stretched
and yawned. "What can I say? Certain study materials are the best sleeping
pills. Just for the record, I wanted to surprise you and have dinner ready, but
I forgot to order takeout."
That was as
far as Ray's abilities to handle dinner went, and Jonathan was thankful for his
forgetting to order. As much as Ray insisted that he needed to repay Jonathan
for always cooking for two, eating garbage, no matter how tasty, wasn't high on
his list. Plus, it was cheaper to have something made at home, as he had come
to learn during the months spent alone and away from his family. Anyone from
his `before' life would barely recognize him in an apron and reading the
nutritional facts of each ingredient that went into the pot, especially since
he came from a family that considered cooking something reserved for the help.
"It's all
right. I'll throw something together in no time."
Ray followed
him as he took off his bag. "I stocked the fridge and the cupboard."
"God help us
then," Jonathan joked. "How do you like your cereals, Ray? Poached or deep
fried?"
Ray giggled.
"Come on, it's not that bad. And I'm starting to learn a thing or two from you.
Like how to hold a fork."
"Give me a
minute to change. And I have no idea what you mean by that."
"You know."
Ray made a vague gesture. "Like with elegance."
Jonathan
just shook his head and disappeared into his room.
***
"So, have
you gone on a date with Connor already?" Ray watched Jonathan like a hawk as he
stuffed his mouth like he hadn't eaten in a month. Seeing how skinny he was,
Jonathan wondered where all that food could go. Ray had a metabolism that could
make supermodels on all continents go green with envy. As expected, he wasn't
appreciative of his so-called gift.
Jonathan
hesitated. He hadn't had the heart to tell Ray that he didn't find Connor
attractive. "No, not yet."
"Hmm, have
you at least bumped into him tonight?"
Jonathan
frowned in thought. "No, why would you say that?"
Ray gestured
at him with a dangerously full spoon. "I don't know, but your eyes are all
shiny, and you look happy."
Jonathan
could feel his cheeks getting slightly warm. Was he that transparent? The
little game he was playing with Maddox was getting out of hand if people could
easily tell something was going on.
"I just
rushed here from the library. The fresh air must have made my eyes water."
Ray examined
him with narrow eyes. "Right. So, you're not the kind to kiss and tell. I can
respect that, man."
Jonathan let
out a small breath.
"But I'm
your roommate and bestie," Ray continued. "One of these days, you need to fill
me in, because boy, this thing you have going with Connor, must be pretty
intense."
Jonathan
stared at Ray nonplussed. "What do you mean?"
"You know,
one day you're blue, another tickled pink."
Jonathan
didn't repress a small laugh. "I have no idea what you mean."
Ray sighed
and then placed his chin into his palm with a dreamy look on his face. "I wish
I were with a girl who'd make me feel like this. But I suppose things like this
don't happen to people like me."
"Do you mean,
having a small cold the other day, aka your definition of blue, and allergies
acting up, aka my shiny eyes?" Jonathan asked, hoping that Ray would let it go,
at least this time.
No chance of
that. Ray grinned and then winked at him. "One day, JJ, you're going to kiss
and tell. And I'll be here for you, as your bestie."
"A very nosy
bestie," Jonathan pointed out.
"Hey, if I
don't have a love life, at least I can live vicariously through yours," Ray
said matter-of-factly.
"You'd
practically live a gay man's love life," Jonathan said and grabbed the plates.
"So? Love is
love," Ray replied and beat Jonathan to the sink, where he took the dirty
plates from him and began washing them like he was serving time in Satan's
kitchen.
Jonathan
didn't mind Ray's enthusiastic nature most of the time, but there was no way in
hell he could admit to him, or anyone for that matter, that he was falling for
the resident bad boy like a complete naive.
Wait, he
stopped, was that what he was doing?
***
"This
Saturday, it's on us," Dex announced as they sat
around the kitchen table with beers in front of them. "I'll make sure we have
all the booze we need. You three will be in charge of the rest."
"I'll handle
the snacks," Kane replied right away.
"I'll bring
the strippers," Rusty said in the most innocent manner possible.
Both Dex and Kane stared at him until Rusty grimaced and looked
away. "You're no fun. Should I bring some nuns, then?"
"Did you buy
something weird from the sex shop again?" Kane narrowed his eyes as he examined
their mutual friend. "I'm sure your definition of nuns cannot be found in any
dictionary."
"Yes, it
can," Rusty retorted. "The dictionary of sex."
"You're not
bringing anyone," Kane decided. "You'll be the DJ."
"Boring,"
Rusty said and pouted.
"So that means
that I'm the promoter of our little event," Maddox said once his roommates were
finished shooting daggers at Rusty from their eyes.
As the most
popular guy in their group, he always made sure practically everyone attended
their events. However, this time, he had a special guest in mind. Jonathan was avoiding
him again. In all truth, since their majors were so different, they didn't have
any classes together except Statistics, but that didn't mean that the feeling
that he was being avoided was farfetched. Jonathan must be incredibly shy,
Maddox had decided, and he would apply a cure for that the soonest he could,
which was exactly what this party would serve for.
"Are we
going to meet the mysterious girl who keeps on breaking your heart?" Kane
asked.
Well, Maddox
pondered for a moment. His homies needed to learn about it sooner or later, and
that moment was as good as any. "Have you guys ever crushed on a dude? It's for
research purposes," he added quickly.
Too late.
His question made all his three friends stop and look at him with curious eyes.
It was easy to tell Kane was dying to start asking questions himself while Dex examined him all-knowingly. Rusty was as clueless as
ever, and he was probably considering Maddox's question for real if he were to
take after the focused frown knitting his dark blonde eyebrows together.
Dex spoke first. "I think I might have
crushed on our math teacher in sixth grade. Or, I just fell in love with math.
Hard to tell. I was pretty confused at the time," he said with a shrug and then
burst into laughter as Kane elbowed him hard.
"Thank you
for your input, Mr. Solomon," Maddox said and pretended to push imaginary
glasses up his nose. "How about you, Mr. Dubois?"
Kane seemed
eager to add his thoughts. "So, you want to know if we had, like gay experiences?"
"Something
like that."
"Well, when
I was ten, my sister's girlfriends dressed me up as a girl, and one of them
kissed me. Does that count as gay enough? It was practically a lesbian kiss."
"Not by far.
Sit down, Mr. Dubois. By next time, you better learn the difference between
lady parts and dudes' parts, `cause
damn, you're even more confused now than Dex in sixth
grade learning about equations and thinking them sexy."
They all
snickered except for Rusty, who seemed so deep in thought that Maddox was
starting to wonder what could be on his mind. It was good that everyone took
things so well. His news wouldn't count as such a big bomb then.
He didn't
have to repeat his question for the third time.
"I'm into dudes
in latex," Rusty said with confidence and grinned broadly.
Maddox
didn't have to look at his other two friends to know that they were as shocked
as him. Rusty was their resident kinkster, but that
kind of confessions blew anything else out of the water.
"What?"
Rusty stared back at them. "I just like the costume. You know, complete with
cat ears and a tail."
Dex blinked a few times and raised one
arm, pointing at Rusty like he was some lunatic, which wasn't that far off the
truth, seeing what came out of his mouth or his bedroom regularly. "Wait, wait,
wait, is he talking about cat boys?"
"Yeah,"
Rusty replied like it was the most natural thing in the world to admit in front
of this friends. "What's wrong with that?"
Kane smacked
his forehead and groaned. "You know, all this shit would sound a lot less weird
if it were Catwoman getting you into latex and cat
ears and whatnot."
"And tails,"
Rusty corrected him. "And what's so weird about it?"
Dex snorted. "Maybe the fact that
you're not gay. Not even bi. Wait, do you have something to confess, Rusty?"
Rusty froze,
and his eyes ping-ponged between his friends frantically for two heartbeats.
"Not me, Maddox has something to say." He pointed with
his finger at Maddox to divert everyone's attention from him.
Now, three
pairs of eyes were on him. His friends were waiting, so Maddox took a deep
breath. "I want to kiss Jonathan Hamilton," he said in one go.
He closed
his eyes and waited for the chaos to unleash. When nothing happened, he opened
one eye, then the other. His friends were just staring at him in utter shock.
"Weren't you
in hate with him or something?" That was Rusty, who, of course, had to ask
something off-topic.
"We made up
since then," Maddox said with a little wave. "We're even working on a project
together for Statistics."
Suspiciously
enough, Dex and Kane were completely silent.
"Well, no
one has anything to say?" Maddox asked, unnerved by the silence.
"Do you want
to, like, give him a man hug and kiss him on the cheek like a bro?" Rusty
asked.
Maddox
groaned. "Someone else got anything to say?"
Dex offered him a small smile. "All
right. Just give us a little moment here, Maddox, `cause you dropped a real bomb on us. So, you want to
kiss him?"
"Yeah,"
Maddox said and shrugged. "Nothing weird about it, right?"
Dex scratched his head. "Not weird, no,
just surprising. So why haven't you kissed him already?"
Rusty
mumbled something about how everyone thought his obsession with cat boys was
weird, but Maddox's sudden desire to kiss a guy wasn't.
"I tried. He
punched me in the face."
"What?"
Rusty looked ready to fight. "He punched my bro?"
"But he
kissed me after," Maddox said quickly to curb Rusty's
belligerent enthusiasm. "Which was freaking amazing."
"Wait, wait,
wait," Kane intervened. "Was that when you came home looking like someone had
just punched you in the face and also happy like crazy?"
"Yeap," Maddox confirmed.
"That's so
confusing," Rusty intervened again. "How much time passed between the punch and
the kiss?"
"Dunno. Five minutes or so," Maddox said quickly. Suddenly,
he didn't want to share how Jonathan had offered his t-shirt, or called him
`baby', or kissed his nose. That stuff was pretty private.
"And you're
crushing on him from that only?" Dex asked.
"We also
jerked off together once," he replied.
Kane began
scratching his head in a dramatic fashion. "That's one weird order of business.
Is this like an unwritten rule for gay relationships?" He turned toward Dex.
"Hey, don't
look at me," Dex said and raised his hands. "My dads had only awkward talks about sex with me, like all
parents have. I was definitely happier to learn on my own than sit down with
them ever again."
"Wait,"
Rusty jumped into the conversation again, "first you two jerked off, then he
punched you, and then he kissed you? Man, you're making me envious. That's one
weird example of rough trade."
"The jerk
off stuff didn't happen the same time as the rest," Maddox explained.
That only
appeared to make Rusty even more confused than before. "So, are you gay now?"
he asked.
Maddox
shrugged. "I have no idea. But, man, I need to kiss Jonathan again."
"So, you're
not my best gay friend? Or my gay best friend? Or --"
"Rusty,
Rusty," Kane took their confused friend by the shoulders, "don't burn all your
brain cells in one place. Maddox is just figuring things out. Right?"
Maddox
nodded. "Yeah, that's pretty much it. So, I'm going to invite him to our party
if that's okay with you."
"Sure
thing," Dex said promptly. "But, Maddox, this
thing... You sure?"
"Totally.
Never been surer."
However, he
wasn't sure what the surreptitious glance between Kane and Dex
was supposed to mean.
"Okay, just
don't toy with him if you're not," Dex said. "What I
learned from my dads is that boys are not that
different from girls when it comes to stuff like that. They can get hurt just
the same."
"I don't
intend to hurt him," Maddox replied.
"Then how
about that rough trade thing?" Rusty asked. "Or you're the guy who likes to get
it?"
Kane gave
Rusty a tight hug and squeezed him until protests emerged. "Rusty, my man, you
just need another beer, right?"
"Sure."
Rusty wasn't the kind to refuse that. "Can you let go of me now?"
Kane shook
his head. "Not until you shut your mouth and stop asking Maddox weird
questions."
"All right.
Just one thing. Make sure you decide on a safe word first, Maddox," Rusty said.
"Don't make it too long, though."
Dex snorted, and Kane groaned, but
Maddox was strangely curious. "Why shouldn't it be too long?"
"You might
not be able to squeeze in `winner winner chicken
dinner' while you have your -- you know what? Just pick a word from the
dictionary, and you'll be cool."
At least, it
looked like Rusty had a slight sense of self-preservation and did not share
with him all the strange sex practices he was indulging in.
"So, we're
cool, right?" Maddox asked his friends again. "No teasing and all that."
Dex snorted. "For real? This is the
juiciest thing since Rusty forgot to tell us about his special weekend with
that Amanda chick, and we came home to find them both licking whip cream from
each other's bodies."
Rusty
groaned. "I was sick for days. I'll never have whip cream again in my life."
Kane
squeezed Rusty in his arms again. "Someone needs to understand moderation. You
two weren't supposed to get covered in it up to your eyeballs."
Dex snickered. "They looked like two
very weird ghosts."
"Oh, yeah?"
Rusty bristled. "And you were the ghostbusters, then."
Kane kissed
Rusty on the head and released him. "That wasn't really an insult, Rusty. You
need to work on it more. Sure thing, Maddox, bring your special friend to the
party. I'm definitely curious to see how this plays out."
"All right. Dex?" Maddox turned toward his other friend.
"All fine by
me, of course. Just don't let him break your heart or something."
"Hey, I
thought you were worried earlier that I might do that to him."
Dex shrugged. "I don't know. I thought
a little, and the dude looks like a heartbreaker to me."
"What's that
even supposed to mean?" Maddox asked.
"Yeah,
really," Rusty joined him. "What makes this Jonathan dude a heartbreaker?"
"Maybe the
fact that he's throwing random punches? Maybe he's a nose breaker, and I just
got it all wrong," Dex offered and winked at Maddox,
making him groan. So the teasing was starting already.
"Thank you,
guys, then, you're all awesome," Maddox said.
"Wait, why
aren't you asking me, too?" Rusty complained.
"Okay, do
you have something against it?"
"No," Rusty
replied promptly. "Was that kiss with tongue or without?"
"I'm not
going to kiss and tell, punk," Maddox said defensively.
"You just
did, though," Rusty pointed out and smiled broadly. "It was definitely with
tongue." For some reason, this asshole of a friend of his found that extremely
funny. "Guys, Jonathan Hamilton put his tongue inside Maddox's mouth."
"Oh, gawd, you're really starting to pull my leg, aren't you? Couldn't
you wait until after the party or something?"
"Why? What
do you intend to do then?" Rusty asked, and his grin grew even wider if that
was possible. "Are you going to --"
"Kane,
please, restrain Rusty `cause I want to punch him in
the face," Maddox warned.
This time,
Rusty didn't allow Kane to catch him and moved deftly out of the way. Maddox
shook his head and left, leaving Kane in charge of chasing Rusty around the
table.
Well, that
had gone pretty well, teasing aside. Now, he only needed to convince the guest
of honor to drop by.
***
He wasn't
avoiding Maddox. No, definitely, he wasn't doing that, but each time he saw the
guy around the campus, his feet were commanding him to move in the opposite
direction. So what? Jonathan didn't want to dwell on things too much,
especially since he had a lot to study, and he also needed to work to support
himself.
Those were
the excuses, of course. The real reason lay hidden under many wraps and layers,
and Jonathan had no intention to start digging for it. Maddox was a player, a
womanizer, a straight dude, and therefore, on all accounts, an absolute `no'.
It didn't
matter that he had the most beautiful eyes Jonathan had ever seen in his life,
or that his lips were amazingly sweet, or that he knew how to make anyone laugh
with just a word.
Who was he
kidding? Maddox was an amazing guy, head to toes, minus that thing with the
illegal fights, of course. Jonathan had yet to know him well, and he didn't
need to know him well because then he would only want to get to know him
better, and for them to grow closer, and then –
Ray elbowed
him hard, interrupting his train of thought that kept on torturing him while he
pretended to sit on the grass and enjoy the last pleasant days by reading arid
study materials for the next class.
"JJ, Maddox
Kingsley is walking straight toward us," his roommate whispered.
It was too late
to make a run for it. Jonathan raised his eyes, trying hard to focus on
anything else but that confident strut, those broad shoulders, that sexy hip
swing that should have looked awkward for a dude, and yet it didn't. Yes, he
was trying.
The least he
could do was to school his face into a neutral expression. Seeing how much
practice he had in that respect, it wasn't hard, and that was his saving grace.
However,
Maddox only acknowledged him with a slight nod, much to his surprise, and then
began talking to Ray.
"Ray,
right?"
"Yes," Ray
replied in a meek voice as if some A-list celebrity had just agreed to give him
an autograph.
"Hi, I'm
Maddox."
Jonathan
watched in complete disbelief as Ray stood awkwardly to shake hands with
Maddox. What the hell was he supposed to understand from that?
"Listen, me
and my buddies, we're throwing a party this Saturday. I was wondering if you'd
like to come."
Ray stood
there, still shaking Maddox's hand, with an elated look on his face and
smiling. Maddox grinned at him and wiggled his eyebrows. "Well? Would you?"
"Yes, yes,"
Ray replied enthusiastically, and after shaking Maddox's hand one last time, he
finally let go of the guy.
"All right,
it's on." Maddox winked at Ray and then began walking away under Jonathan's completely
flabbergasted stare. "Oh," he threw over his shoulder, "and feel free to bring
your roommate along. See you guys there!"
Jonathan
didn't have any words left. Ray dropped by his side and then grabbed him by the
shoulders and began to shake him. "JJ, Maddox Kingsley just talked to me! He
invited us to a party! Can you believe it?"
"Yes, since
I was right here the whole time," Jonathan replied. "Now could you please stop
shaking me?"
Ray let go
of him only to throw his arms in the air and shout victoriously. "I'm no longer
invisible! Popularity, here I come! How many days are left until Saturday? Only
two! What should I wear? Oh, no, I have nothing I can wear!"
"Ray, Ray,
calm down. God, stop being such a groupie. People will start doubting I'm the
gay guy if you react like this just because Maddox Kingsley talked to you. You
will go to the party, and you will be yourself, choice of clothes and all."
"No way I
can be that," Ray refused outright all his advice. "I'm boring, and my clothes
are weird."
"Don't
overreact. And we've been to a party already this semester, haven't we? This
one is no different. You'll be fine on your own."
"On my own?
No way. JJ, you need to come with me," Ray said.
"What? He
only said that you should feel free to take me along, not that you must."
"No. I'm
pretty sure you're my ticket to this party."
Jonathan
scoffed. "Ray, for real. Maddox wouldn't slam the door in your face if you went
alone. And I'm certain the entire campus will be there. I'm not even sure why
he had to address such a formal invitation."
"Obviously,
because he knows you're a popular guy, too, and popular guys hang out
together," Ray explained.
That was
surely not it, but Jonathan couldn't tell Ray about the whole thing with
Maddox, which he had serious trouble wrapping his head around as it was. "You
keep forgetting that Maddox invited you, not me. And I was right here."
Ray
shrugged. It looked like nothing could burst his bubble. "He invited the both
of us. Maybe he didn't talk to you because you're intimidating."
"Me?
Intimidating? How?"
"You know.
It's like you could freeze someone on the spot with a single look."
"That's
certainly not true," Jonathan protested.
"And you
keep your head high like an aristocrat. Good thing I don't believe in royalty,"
Ray said matter-of-factly, "or I would have been afraid to talk to you."
"You don't
say," Jonathan commented dryly, more and more surprised by Ray's speech. "So
Maddox Kingsley, the king of hookups and illegal fights, was afraid to talk to
me right now."
"Could be,"
Ray said with a smile. "JJ, you'll come to this party. No way you're ditching me."
Jonathan
groaned and tried to return to his study material. But as he turned his head,
he couldn't help but notice at a fair distance from him Maddox and his group of
friends chatting happily and conversing with everyone passing by.
As if it
were bloody magic, Maddox looked right at him. He made a small gesture like he
was smoothing down the sleeves of his t-shirt and then waved at him.
Jonathan
buried his face into the open book in front of him and wished, for the
umpteenth time since he had met Maddox Kingsley, that he didn't have a heart
that could react like that each time the guy moved as little as his pinkie.
TBC
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