The boy shifted in his sleep and, as he did that, he threw one arm over Rusty’s belly.
“Are you going for the Mighty Thor?” Rusty asked. Finally, the dream would make some sense.
The boy did nothing. Rusty continued to examine him. Too bad his imagination didn’t have much beyond cute nose, eyes, lips, and glasses. He didn’t remember much else, at least not in his sleeping form. Deciding that he was the one who was supposed to do something after all, Rusty took the boy’s hand and pushed it downward. “Do you mind if I do that?” he asked courteously.
The boy moved again and this time he slapped Rusty by accident. Not hard, but enough to count as a surprise.
“Now that was a bit kinky,” Rusty commented.
The dream boy seemed to have a life of his own, and without opening his eyes, he moved and placed his soft lips on Rusty’s mouth. He tasted nice. Rusty smiled and decided that he could allow himself to be molested in his dream. The stranger had a nice, lithe body that pressed to him hard. Rusty could feel the Mighty Thor getting ready for action.
“It must be the gay,” Rusty commented, not stopping to wonder why he was getting hard over a dude kissing him all of a sudden. A dude who wasn’t either dream Jonathan or dream Maddox, obviously.
“Hey, hey!”
Rusty squirmed, annoyed by the intrusion of another voice into his dream. It couldn’t be the boy in glasses, nor the cat boy. “Go away!” he said sharply.
Whoever it was, he was bent on messing up his sex dream and didn’t stop. Rusty opened his eyes abruptly. Maddox was shaking him and grinned when their eyes met.
“What the fuck, dude?”
“Really, dude? I’m saving you!” Maddox replied.
Rusty blinked and rubbed his eyes. “Saving me from what?”
“You were thrashing in your sleep and crying out ‘it must be the gay’,” Maddox explained. His smirk was starting to get a bit annoying.
Rusty pulled a blanket over himself and put on an offended face. “Why did you have to barge into my room like this?”
And stop my dream just when it was getting good.
Maddox laughed and pulled at the blanket. “Seriously, dude? You’re in my room. My bed.”
Rusty looked around. Yeah, something was very wrong. This room was too neat. Just as primly, he threw off the blanket and got to his feet.
He didn’t miss the look of amused and very much fake horror in Maddox’s eyes.
“Why do you have a stiffy, Rusty?” Maddox pointed down between them.
“I don’t have to explain shit,” Rusty declared and walked toward the door as stiffly as his stiffy. He could practically feel his dick swinging to and fro. Then, he remembered that he could do something. He turned, grabbed the blanket and threw it over himself like a cloak. Whatever, as long as he could get out of the room without losing any more face, he’d save his dignity.
“Could it be the gay?” Maddox called out after him.
Rusty flipped the bird at Maddox without a backward look. “Screw you, Maddie.”
He even closed the door without giving Maddox a full-frontal of his stiffy again. Phew, now that had been close or something. Close to what, he had no idea. But what the hell, was he walking in his sleep now?
Or maybe he had just walked into Maddox’s room without thinking twice. Whatever. That could have happened, only that it needed not to happen again. Not because Maddox would ever get mad at him for something like that, but because it would be freaking humiliating to shout in his sleep ‘it must be the gay’ again and be heard by his best friend.
Maddox would just get the wrong idea.
Nah, he wouldn’t. He was a cool guy.
***
Eventually, he had managed to find his own room, only that sleep was elusive now he had just had a weird gay dream. He had seen that boy in glasses for like, what? Half a minute? So why was he walking into his dream like there were no better places for him to be?
Rusty looked around his room. Damn, he was getting bored already. Maybe he could convince those nerds downstairs to do something fun already. Everyone was behaving like the end of the world was near. It was just senior year, end of college, yada-yada.
Wait, Maddox had just entered the picture, and Jonathan must have come with him, too. The least Rusty could do was to continue his research on whatever those two shared. They had gotten engaged at the end of summer break, and that party had been uber lit. Rusty was sure he would remember it forever, despite being the tamest thing he’d ever attended in his life.
So, being engaged meant that they would also get married, and in the world of the living, normal beings, and all that, it was the most serious shit ever. Not even Kane had fast-tracked like that with Louise.
Therefore, the questions still remained. Sure, Jonathan Hamilton was sexiness incarnate despite fighting it with every fiber of his aristocratic self. Of course, Maddox was the man, cool and handsome, and everything, but why, oh, why, couldn’t they live without each other? What was that all about?
Not that he was jealous or anything. Not in that sense of the word. No, Rusty just couldn’t understand it, even if he had heard — and even provoked — Jonathan into saying the words out loud. He could get liking someone. Yeah, that was fine. Rusty himself liked his friends enough, maybe even to the point of giving them all a hand if they found themselves in casts with both arms broken or something.
Hmm, more research was needed. With a little bit of luck, he would find Jonathan all over Maddox when he went downstairs. But first, he needed to check for Dex and Kane. Already, without him provoking them in any way, they had started piling on him, telling him that this year was no joke, and he should study, and all those things that could make him want to kill himself from boredom, Deadpool-style — like in the sense that he couldn’t really die, just take a break from their incessant droning.
Making sure to tiptoe to the top of the stairs so that he could examine the troops from a superior vantage point, he walked over to the rail. Clearly enough, the large living room was populated, and voices could be heard.
“I don’t mind tutoring Rusty.”
That was Jonathan. Wow, Dex and Kane had moved like really fast.
“Babe,” Maddox intervened, “Rusty would have you wrapped around his little finger in no time.”
“It’s worth a try,” Jonathan insisted. “You are all saying that you’ve tried in the past. We are not giving up on him, are we?”
“That’s true,” Dex admitted.
Now that gave Rusty a bit of a sense of triumph. What did Kane have to say about it, though?
“He’s pigheaded and annoying.” Kane would never disappoint him. Rusty felt a grin threatening to go around his head. “If he doesn’t want to do something, he just doesn’t do it.”
“There must be a way,” Jonathan said. “At least for a few of his classes where he might be struggling.”
It was a bit touching that Jonathan didn’t want to give up.
“Should we find a cat boy and ask him to tutor Rusty?” That was still Jonathan.
Rusty thought that he liked the guy more and more. Just in a bro way. What happened in dreams stayed in dreams. There should be a saying for that.