Chapter Six -- Straight Vs. Stray (Cat)
Was that what people meant when they said something about watching an accident in slow motion without being able to look away? Matty's problem wasn't that, though. No, his problem was that he was the accident in progress. He was gaping like a fish; he was sweating and blushing while keeping his eyes furiously glued to Rusty's Adam's apple.
Rusty surprised him by putting both hands on his shoulders and making a move as if he was trying to push Matty down. What was that about? Oh, gawd, was this the moment when Rusty would ask him to suck his cock in exchange for silence, like in one of his strange fantasies?
He staggered and kept upright, although his knees were getting weaker. Rusty patted him forcefully on the shoulders and his arms dropped.
Then, he suddenly leaned forward, forcing Matty to take a step back, almost running into the mirror. Rusty was grinning and staring at him. "Got you, right?"
Oh, oh, this wasn't the moment for him to lose his head. So, he crossed his arms, set his chin high and stared Rusty in the face, still not aiming for the eyes and just looking a little lower, at those beautiful lips stretched in a huge grin. "So?"
"Oh, you're a dude with attitude," Rusty commented. "You're not denying it."
"I have no reason to. You just went ahead and assumed whatever," Matty said, while willing his heart to slow down. Looking at Rusty's mouth didn't help his nerves much. "You didn't ask."
"I stand corrected." To show that he meant it, Rusty straightened up and moved away.
Now, Matty could breathe. And it was probably where everything he had hoped to achieve with Rusty ended because this was a game changer. However, he didn't intend to hide his orientation, and if Rusty losing complete interest of any kind in him was a consequence, so be it.
It was also an easy way out, he admitted to himself. Just standing close to Rusty was enough to make him dizzy. Any more of that sweet torture, and he wouldn't be held accountable for what his hands wanted to do.
Rusty began to pace the room slowly. Matty just followed him with his eyes. He should say something, end the awkwardness, and find his way out.
Then Rusty stopped abruptly. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," Matty replied and rubbed his elbows in a defensive gesture. Any moment now, Rusty would know that he was crushing on him and it was the only reason why he had gotten into this tutoring thing and --
"How good are you at hooking up?" Rusty asked his next question.
Matty stared. There was no sign on Rusty's face that he was making fun of him. "Um, I don't know," he started. What was the correct answer?
"You're not hooking up either," Rusty concluded. He clapped his hands suddenly. "That's great!"
"It is?" Matty asked carefully.
Rusty pushed an invisible pair of glasses up on his nose. "Yes. Because I can still teach you everything." He opened his arms wide, as if he was inviting Matty to embrace him.
Matty didn't move from his place. "I have no idea what you mean by that," he said cautiously.
Rusty threw him an understanding, yet patronizing look. "Nothing's changed, Matty boy. I am still on a mission to help you loosen up. No, before you're getting your panties in a twist, not that kind of loosening up. Although, for the record, I wouldn't mind. Would you want me to open you up?"
Matty gulped and gaped and couldn't close his mouth.
"I understand, I understand." Rusty waved and smirked. "My forward personality is too much for you. That's why I promise to be gentle."
"Rusty, I --" Matty started. Whatever was happening, it was the slow motion thing again. And this time, Rusty was a willing participant in the accident.
"On a scale from one to ten, how inexperienced are you?" Rusty continued.
"That's... none of your business!" Matty exclaimed.
"Hmm." Rusty pursed his lips and crossed his arms. "You're a kinky kisser, for sure, so there's no way you're a virgin, and yet." He rubbed his chin and turned, for no apparent reason. Then, he marched toward the closet, rummaged through it and came out with a fluffy toy that looked anthropomorphic enough to be considered a furry. He waved it in front of Matty.
"Why do you have such a thing?" Matty asked and pointed at the fluffy object.
"A chick gave it to me. It was a gift. I never throw gifts away." The closet doors opened with a low-key wail, and Matty watched as a multitude of things poured from inside. A lot of it was sexy female lingerie, and he noticed a whip, a paddle, and many other fluffy toys among other things.
Rusty looked over his shoulder and then shrugged. "I should do some spring cleaning."
"It's the end of September," Matty pointed out.
"Yeah," Rusty admitted but added nothing else. "Now," he said as he waved the toy, "show me how far you went with guys. Did you touch here?" He pointed at the toy's chest.
Matty looked closely. Did the toy have nipples? What kind of a toy was it? "I'm not answering your stupid questions," he decided.
That seemed to leave Rusty a bit discomfited. "Are you a virgin?"
Matty clamped his mouth shut and threw Rusty as angry a look as he could muster.
"How come you kiss like that?" Rusty continued.
"Like what?" Matty mumbled. His cheeks had to be crimson red by now.
"You know, like you want to force a poor guy into deepthroating without announcing yourself first. By the way, not cool."
"Sorry," Matty said and winced. He had gone overboard with that kiss. He shouldn't have been so thirsty to begin with.
"Ah, I didn't mind," Rusty assured him. "But it looks like I have to teach you the proper etiquette."
Matty just nodded, feeling dazed. Rusty hadn't minded being kissed by him. "How?" he whispered.
Rusty smiled. No, he smirked. That wasn't a good sign, was it?
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