Author's note: Hi guys, sorry for being late, I've been under the weather for about three weeks (I was sick twice of two different things), so I did only the minimum so that I could maximize my time lying in bed. I'll try to post more often from now on. JRSON, Matty will be himself at the party, which is exactly what Rusty likes about him :) Princera, I believe that it's going to happen multiple times for you to say that, lol. Exluke1, both of them were very, ahem, motivated. remy247, I'm starting to think that Team Mighty Thor is going to be the most numerous by the end of it all. Encntct, welcome to the team :D JC, thank you for your comment, it means a lot. And when Rusty realizes the truth... well, it's going to take a while to get there :) But I like to believe that the journey will be fun!
Please enjoy the new chapter!
Chapter Fifteen -- Tonight's Not About Bubbles
"You seem to be in a good mood," Maddox noted out loud as Rusty whistled while adjusting the cuffs on his shirt. After admiring Jonathan for his dress code, the guy had gifted him some really cool shirts, and now he could present himself at the party dressed as a teacher should. "And why are you suddenly getting dressed to the nines? Aren't we going out to party?"
Maddie and Johnny would be present and they would totally see that he could be a perfect gentleman with Matty. "Yes, and this is also the night when I'm going to push Matty in the right direction. That of finding himself a dude," he explained. "Can Jonathan lend me some of that badass cologne of his?"
"I have no idea which one you consider badass." Maddox crossed his arms and stared at him from the bathroom door. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're getting ready for a date. But, I gotta say, you do clean up nicely."
"I totally do," Rusty said and undid another button. Yeah, no need to make it entirely formal. He was the casual type of teacher, not the moldy kind.
"Wow, Rusty," Jonathan interjected and wrapped one arm around Maddox's shoulders. "You look great. What's the occasion?"
"He's introducing Matty to the world of hookups, apparently," Maddox explained. "By the way, the streets have been buzzing about you going somewhere with the local cat boy and coming back from that secret place with a very satisfied look on your face. Do you have something to confess?"
Rusty offered his friends a dazzling smile. "It was ah-mazing."
Jonathan grinned at him. "I shouldn't ask, but I cannot help myself. What did you two do?"
Rusty slapped his face a few times and winked at himself in the mirror. "You know, a bit of this, a bit of that. I touched his tail. He looked at me in outrage. I spanked my monkey. He got mad. Only cat boy fans would understand."
"What we're understanding," Maddox intervened, "is that you enjoy a lot of fooling around with dudes lately. Is it still the gay?"
Rusty sighed and shook his head. How could they even understand? "It is something. But hey, Matty and I, we're totally cool. You two parents have nothing to worry about."
Jonathan and Maddox traded a look. They acted so much like Kane and Dex these days.
"What? I'm doing the moral thing and all that. I'm not making any attempts on his V-card. Some other dude is going to do that."
The face reflected in the mirror didn't seem to like the sound of that much, because it pursed its lips as if he had just tasted a lemon.
"Hmm, so tonight's the night you're going to find Matty a guy to hook up with?" Maddox asked.
Rusty waved an irritated hand at his own reflection and gave up on looking in the mirror. "Yeah. Any comments from you two?"
"No, none," Maddox said and shrugged. "I just wonder what guy is going to be good enough for Matty."
"And why do you say that?"
"I remember you saying something about some guy with an Ivy League degree and a big schlong. I'm not sure we have that kind around here," Maddox replied promptly.
"We could negotiate on that Ivy League thing."
"What about the big schlong?" Maddox asked.
"That's non-negotiable. What is it, Johnny boy?" Rusty asked, seeing how Jonathan was fighting himself not to laugh. "Don't tell me you gay boys don't measure your dicks."
"That's practically standard procedure for entering the gay boys club," Jonathan joked. "What's your excuse?"
"As the owner of the biggest schlong on campus, I'm allowed to," Rusty offered the wackiest explanation that came to mind.
"The biggest--" Maddox huffed. "Well, let's hope it matches your ego. Now, are you ready, or do you need more time with the mirror?"
"Nope, I'm ready." Nothing would ruin his night. He had had Slicky Coolplums take a load on his latex suit, he had cleared the air with Matty, his balls were empty, and now he could find a dude for his cute sexy tutor.
Damn, his teeth kind of hurt, he thought, as he rubbed his jaw.
***
"Anyone who doesn't know you would think that you're getting ready for a funeral," Zoey commented while measuring him up and down with her keen eyes that read right through him on a regular basis.
"Yeah, the funeral of my dreams of getting Rusty while being dressed like this," Matty gestured at his usual plain clothes, "and being my usual self."
Zoey waved. "You're getting too hung up on all the wrong things, my friend. You have him by the balls as Slicky Coolplums. By the way, how--"
"Not telling."
"You're no fun." Zoey pouted and crossed her arms.
Matty narrowed his eyes as he took her in. "What kind of outfit is that?"
Zoey wore a pair of the baggiest pants she must have been able to find for sale, and a shirt that looked like a balloon. They were both of a pink so bright that Matty thought people at the party would have to wear sunglasses in the presence of his dazzling companion.
"One that says--" she began and then pressed her index finger against her lips and looked to the ceiling for help.
"Look at me, I'm a walking neon sign?" Matty offered since his bestie seemed at a loss for ideas. That couldn't have been the case when she had walked into the store and tried those clothes on.
"I need to catch someone's attention," she said quickly.
"Hmm. Who is that someone?"
Zoey waved. Apparently, she wasn't ready to tell. Still, Matty thought that all that dallying couldn't be good for her. Without saying anything, he walked toward her and suddenly pinched her cheek.
"Ouch," she batted his hand away, "you're taking off all my glitter."
Matty looked at his hand. Indeed, his fingers were covered with it. Zoey's makeup was screaming for attention just as much as the rest of her. "Let me understand. Are you trying to hook up with a clown?"
Zoey scowled and gave him a murderous look. "That's easy for you to say. You have this," she poked him in the stomach making him grunt, "and you can make the king of Sunny Hill fall for your ass. Whatever magic skill you have is, I want some of it, too."
