A gay sex story: Good Guys Don’t Date Bad Boys Ch. 42 Chapter Forty-Two — Meeting The Future In-Laws
Maddox couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched Jonathan elegantly dismounting, as if he was starring in a movie about the wealthy offspring of an affluent family… which he totally was, of course. For Jonathan, this wasn’t a role; it was his life, and seeing him here, at his parents’ home, made the picture complete.
Jonathan smiled at him as he took off the riding hat and tried to civilize his hair. Maddox smirked and walked over to him. It was a real pleasure to run his hands through Jonathan’s usually neat hair that was now tousled and displayed a tiny bit of rebellion in the making.
“What?” Jonathan asked and cleared his throat, after a few moments spent staring into each other’s eyes.
“Did I already do this?” Maddox leaned in and brushed his lips against Jonathan’s. A small, soft sound escaped from that beautiful mouth and told him his attentions were much appreciated.
“A reminder is always nice,” Jonathan replied. He was the one to lean forward now, eager for another kiss.
Maddox let his arms slide around Jonathan’s waist. It felt good to have him so close again. Jonathan appeared to think the same as he moved his hands around Maddox’s neck, pressing his thumbs right under the earlobes. Maddox appreciated the thought, and especially how firm Jonathan’s touch was.
“Ahem,” someone said loudly, startling them.
They didn’t pull away from each other, though, their only compromise was stopping their kiss. Maddox saw the butler’s wrinkled face lit up by a big smile as he took them in.
“Maddox, this is Mr. Simmons,” Jonathan was the first to speak, stuttering in the most adorable manner, but without moving his hands away from Maddox’s neck.
“We met,” the butler confirmed. “I’m the one who gave him the UTV.”
“Of course, of course,” Jonathan said quickly and bit his bottom lip. “How is Rusty doing?” he asked, only then realizing that they had both forgotten they were supposed to rush to their friend’s assistance.
“Entertaining your parents, I believe.”
“Oh,” Jonathan managed.
“Nothing outrageous, I suppose,” Simmons said. “Although he has a tendency to put his hands everywhere.” The old man gestured vaguely. “He’s probably giving your mother a surge of emotion by examining some old vase from too up close right now.”
Maddox decided it was a good moment to intervene. “That’s Rusty for you. He never keeps his hands to himself, but he’s a good guy, I swear.”
“Well, I hope he breaks that ugly old thing,” Simmons murmured under his breath and shuddered in feigned disgust.
“What old thing?” Jonathan asked.
“Nothing, nothing, don’t pay me any mind,” Simmons replied brightly. “I was ordered to bring you, along with the tea.”
“I need to get out of these clothes first,” Jonathan said.
“I’ll help,” Maddox added brightly.
The old butler quirked an eyebrow. “You’re only allowed to wash your hands,” he said promptly.
“But–” Jonathan tried to reason.
“Your father promised that he would fire me today if I failed to bring you as quickly as possible. For all I know, it could already be too late.”
Jonathan groaned, apparently not in the least disturbed by the prospect of losing Simmons. “All right, we’re coming. Just let me take Asta back.”
“Very well,” Simmons acquiesced. “But don’t take long.”
“This dude’s a slave driver, isn’t he?” Maddox murmured as he followed Jonathan into the stables.
“I heard that,” the butler said affably.
“And I see no sign of failing hearing,” Maddox said under his breath, as well.
Jonathan was smiling at their exchange. “Don’t worry, Maddox. Mr. Simmons must like you very much. He doesn’t lend his noble steed, and by that I mean the vehicle you used, to just anyone.”
“I’ll take that,” Maddox admitted.
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Jonathan had an inkling that it was only Mr. Simmons’s wish to whisk them away like that, not even allowing him to get out of his riding clothes. But he had proven quite rebellious in front of his parents by their standards and, now that Maddox was here, he wanted nothing else but for them to like him. It was a sort of secret wish, and he could live without their approval of Maddox, of course, but it would be nice to have it.
They both hurried after the impatient butler, who certainly didn’t look his age by how fast he sprinted in front of them, balancing the tea tray with flawless professionalism, as usual.
“Now I’m starting to get Rusty’s fears about drinking tea,” Maddox whispered.
“What fears are those?” Jonathan asked.
Maddox didn’t get a chance to reply because they appeared to have arrived at their destination. The double doors to the living room opened wide, and Jonathan stopped for a moment, confused, just as Maddox was. The musical notes of what could only be interpreted as someone vocalizing poured out of the room. Only that it was a male voice… and, of course, it dawned on him.
The surprise wasn’t that Rusty was doing his best to attack impossible notes, but his mom, who unceremoniously grabbed the college kid’s cheeks and forced them apart. “Stick your tongue out more, let it all flow,” she ordered.
Rusty was already leaning back in fear, grimacing in every possible way. That was no impediment to Jonathan’s mother, of course, who seemed keen on making him bend to her will.
“Don’t act so weak,” she chastised him. “You must be over six and a half feet tall. Your voice must come out a lot more powerfully than this. I’m not even a vocal coach, and I can count ten different mistakes you make.”
Jonathan hurried toward his mom. “Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “mom, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Maddox.”
She turned her attention to him with her eyebrows raised and released Rusty from her clutches. The poor thing walked backward quickly, rubbing his cheeks and staring at her, all wide-eyed, as if she was going to attack him again at any moment now.
Jonathan took Maddox by the shoulders and gave a strained smile to his mom. Somehow, he felt that her opinion mattered more than his dad’s. She zeroed in on Maddox, and her eyes narrowed slightly. “I’m Francine,” she said and offered him her hand, “Jonathan’s mother.” She let the last word drop as if it weighed a ton.
Maddox shook the offered hand with a straight face. “Nice to meet you, Francine. I’m Maddox, Jonathan’s boyfriend.” He spoke in the same manner as she had, emphasizing the last word.
The two opposing sides stared at each other for a moment, neither of them breaking the handshake, as if they needed time to assess each other. In the end, it was Jonathan’s mom who withdrew her hand. Then, she turned her eyes to her son. “He’s awfully pretty, isn’t he?”
Jonathan twisted his tongue into a knot in an effort to keep quiet.
“Mrs. H, I assure you,” Maddox said with the most dazzling smile Jonathan had ever seen, “I’m more than just a pretty face.”
“I’ll vouch for that,” Rusty added. Somehow, he had ended up behind the sofa and appeared to consider himself safe there. “He can touch his nose with his tongue.”
“No, I can’t,” Maddox contradicted his friend.