“Yeah, don’t remind me,” Matty murmured. “Why does that guy have it all? Looks, intellect, and a boyfriend like Maddox frigging Kingsley? I can’t even hate him. He’s too nice.”
Zoey shrugged. “Yeah, together, they’re any fujoshi’s wet dream.”
Yeah, Zoey was right. Jonathan and Maddox made an amazing couple, but how would he look side by side with Rusty Parker? No, he couldn’t even picture it. He was in a very public place and couldn’t afford letting his heart beat faster. Zoey might threaten him with mouth to mouth resuscitation.
“Put up those ads for tutoring. And let’s go shopping. I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I know about your hefty cash stash you put away for such occasions.”
“That money is not for such occasions,” Matty argued, but then he sighed. “Where are we going to shop for a cat boy suit? Hopefully, in another city. Or country. I would never live it down if anyone else, except you, finds out about my unlikely hobby.”
“Online, obviously. And I told you, no cheap stuff. So our best bet is to have something custom made. You know, it needs to look great on you.”
Matty put his head on the table. “Will that make a difference?”
“Of course.” Zoey ruffled his hair. “Rusty Parker is a perfectionist. You must make a good impression on him.”
“How do you know he’s a perfectionist?” Matty asked, always hungry for hearing other people talking in admiring terms about his crush.
Zoey gave him an all-knowing look. “How many people would take thirty-seven swats with a paddle after turning his underwear into a self-inflicted wedgie?”
“What? Wait, you’re talking about that ass-slapping party? You didn’t give me the details!”
“I didn’t want to give you more wet dreams than you already have. Yeah, Rusty pulled at his boxers until his butt cheeks were as good as naked, then bent over and took it on his bare ass.”
“And who gave him the spanking?”
“He wouldn’t have anyone else but Dex, of course, just to make sure that he had the dude with the heaviest hand give him the spanking.. You know, so that no one would say he cheated or something.”
What if Rusty was crushing on Dex? He was a muscle god, and everything Matty wasn’t. But they were both straight guys…
Zoey chatted away, unaware of the new mental torture Matty was giving himself. “Even Dex got tired around twenty-five, though. Kane took over, and he really made Rusty cry. It looked like Dex was going easy on him.”
“Rusty cried?” Matty couldn’t believe it.
“It was a sight,” Zoey assured him. “He was also laughing his ass off, so you didn’t know whether to feel terrified or laugh your ass off, too. But overall, it was very sexy. Rusty has a very sexy ass. Wanna know more?”
Matty shook his head energetically. “You could have taken a picture.”
“It didn’t cross my mind,” Zoey said airily.
Matty didn’t press further. For all he knew, Zoey might just have a picture of Rusty’s reddened ass on her phone, stashed away. But, as long as he didn’t ask for it directly, he was safe.
***
Rusty threw himself on the bed. It was still early in the afternoon, but he felt like taking a nap. He closed his eyes and willed himself to chase away the dream that had recurred so often lately. Maybe he was to blame, because he never let go of something if it irked him or made him curious.
The fact that he was willing to revisit it although he knew it wasn’t doing him any good said a lot about his penchant for self-flagellation. Yeah, those were the kind of words he liked to look up in online dictionaries. Since he enjoyed a bit of pain in his sandwich, he didn’t see a lot of harm in self-flagellation, which was a bit like going in a roundabout, or fucking yourself in the ass with your own dick. If he could do that, he’d totally go for it.
Maybe that would cure him of this dream constantly torturing him. Every time, it was the same. The door to Maddox’s room would be open, and he would first sneak a peek. He would see Jonathan and Maddox sleeping on their sides, facing each other, doing that thing that Rusty couldn’t define or understand. Maybe Maddox would rest one hand possessively on Jonathan’s hip. And Jonathan would smile in his sleep, as if he knew his boyfriend was feeling him up.
If he were a sane person, he’d close the door and go about his own business. If. Oh, what a big if. But dream Rusty couldn’t be too different from real Rusty, or else he’d be somebody else. So, in the dream, he would sneak into the room and walk close to the bed, so close that he could see their big peepees, busy seeing each other eye to eye. Then, he would slowly climb into the bed, pushing himself slowly between them, making sure to gently maneuver their peepees so that they stopped smooching each other while the owners were asleep. Sure, he’d be tempted to play a little Ken and Barbie or, better said, Ken and Ken with them, but this wasn’t about dicks and what people usually did with them.
So, the next thing he would do, he would stay there, between them, feeling their breathing, steady and content. He wouldn’t even look at them; no, he would close his eyes and try to feel whatever it was that they were feeling for each other.
And he’d fail every time. Sure thing, the sex thing would be easy to imagine. Sometimes, he would imagine being Jonathan and having Maddox call him ‘babe’ and make doe-eyes at him; or he would imagine being Maddox and having Jonathan kiss him hard and firm. That would make his dick hard every time.
But it wasn’t the sex, though. No, sex had no secrets for Rusty Parker. That other thing, though, the one they called ‘love’ and all that. Nah, that one he couldn’t get. At all.
He’d dream the same dream anyway.
Rusty didn’t realize when he fell asleep, but he could tell he was dreaming. It was the same thing — he had trained his mind well to dream of whatever he wanted — so he knew the drill. He walked up the stairs, stood in the door for a few moments, and then walked into the room.
Only that, this time, his dream just wanted to play a prank on him. When he snuck into the bed, between Jonathan and Maddox, he realized something was different. He turned his head to look at Jonathan. What the hell? Was he wearing his glasses in bed, now? But no, those weren’t Jonathan’s glasses. Actually, that wasn’t Jonathan at all.
There was no point in freaking out. Rusty calmly turned his head toward Maddox. Then, he looked up. That wasn’t Maddox, either. No, left and right, he was flanked by the boy in glasses from earlier today, and a cat boy. Okay, this dream was getting sexual, after all.
But why a threesome with the boy in glasses and the cat boy? He knew where the cat boy was coming from, but the other dude? This was one weird-ass dream.
All right, he got this. He turned toward the cat boy. “Hey,” he whispered, “can I touch your tail?”
There was no answer. Quite disappointed by that, Rusty turned toward the boy in glasses. He looked really pretty with his eyes closed like that. Why was he wearing glasses in bed? Whatever, weird-ass dream. “Sorry for asking, but why are you here?” he asked.