Chapter Twenty-Two -- While Still His
They were both lying on one side, and Matty found it exquisitely pleasurable like this, because it allowed Rusty to align his entire body with him so that they were the closest they could be. Rusty was moving slowly in and out of him, all the while caressing his neck and exposed shoulder with his lips. While the first time had happened fast and in a sort of blur of mixed emotions and the pressure of experiencing everything, all at once, now they were as near to making love as they could be.
As friends. Rusty had seemed a bit puzzled, too, regarding the nature of their relationship, but Matty was willing to take that over being straightforward nothing else but simple buddies. All jokes aside about being buttfucking pals and whatnot, what they shared right now was beyond simple pleasure.
Rusty's kisses were soft and intimate while he moved one hand to caress Matty's arm down to the fingers. They interlocked their hands and rested them on top of Matty's hip while Rusty continued to fuck him slowly. It was so nice to feel that they were taking their time, that they could have this and enjoy it for as long as they could last.
At a certain level, Matty had always believe that his crush was nothing more than that. That if he ever got close to know the real Rusty Parker, he would end up disappointed, the picture constructed in his head having nothing in common with the stark truth of a person in flesh and blood, with his own flaws and demerits to which anyone alive was entitled.
Whatever he was experiencing right now had nothing in common with that sort of anticipated outcome. On the contrary, it was more than he had ever wanted or dreamed about. Rusty was holding him so gently, as if he were afraid Matty would disappear if he let go.
Maybe that was just the romantic part of him going slowly and completely crazy in the most delicious way possible. Rusty probably always had sex like this. He wasn't the king of Sunny Hill for nothing. He knew how to make love, and that was what made him so popular with the girls.
Matty knew for a fact that Rusty didn't look at him and see a woman, though. It seemed that he enjoyed that Matty had a cock; he liked to stroke it, even put it in his mouth, and that meant that there were no misunderstandings in that area whatsoever.
Even now, it happened again. Rusty let go of his hand to reach for his cock and began moving it over the hard thing with purpose. Matty moaned and tipped his head back, while he struggled to move his hips to get more of that pleasant sensation. Rusty's grip was too gentle, and Matty needed more.
At the same time, the pressure inside his ass was growing, too. Rusty seemed to understand his every moan and plea, so he increased the pressure, turning it into something fiercer and unyielding. His lips pressed hard on the side of Matty's neck and he began moving his hips in short thrusts that hit the right spot, over and over.
Fuck, Matty thought. When he didn't have Rusty anymore, he'd be in big trouble finding a suitable partner. From sex to banter, no one would compare to what he had right now. No point in dwelling on it, though. He lost himself in the dirty whispers Rusty poured into his ear, while his own body gave in.
Even after, Rusty continued to move slowly in and out of him. Matty could tell his partner had climaxed for a second time, as well, which meant that they were both on equal footing when it came to pleasure. At least, he hoped so, because he felt so deliciously spent that he couldn't imagine himself capable of anything else but sleeping at this point.
Rusty snickered in his ear and rained kisses over it until he became so ticklish that he had to react. "Rusty!" he complained, when a sneaky tongue lapped at his ear from its lobe and across the edge.
"What?" came the drawled reaction. "I'm in the mood for ear."
"So? Order some takeout or something," Matty suggested.
"Nah. It never tastes as good as homemade meals."
"Because of Jonathan." Well, he wanted to pretend a great deal that he wasn't jealous, but he wasn't entirely sure that he was capable of that. Rusty hadn't cared to elaborate in regards to how Jonathan Hamilton had given him the gay, whatever that was supposed to mean. Could it be that Rusty had a bit of a crush on his best friend's fiancé? Not that Matty didn't understand why. Jonathan was handsome, sexy in an unattainable sort of way, which had to challenge Rusty, who was always up for any provocation. And also an accomplished home cook, as Matty had had the chance to sample that very evening.
That was quite the high bar if he thought about it. He had no particular inclinations toward such activities and even if he wanted to start learning, his dorm room was not fit for culinary endeavors.
Yes, Jonathan Hamilton was the kind of guy to become the target for a straight guy's crush. Case in point, Maddox Kingsley had been known to be as much a lady's man as Rusty. Of course, that had been before his later to become fiancé had set foot on the grounds of the Sunny Hill campus.
"Why do you bring Johnny boy into this?" Rusty asked, stopping his train of thought. He smacked Matty's ass playfully and climbed out of the bed.
Matty took a moment to admire the guy he had just had sex with. He had crushed on Rusty before having the slightest chance to see him in all his naked glory. Clearly, he was doomed because there was no way another dude would compare to that. "He gave you the gay," he pointed out eventually, while Rusty was using a towel and wiping the sweat off his head and the back of his neck.
He turned toward Matty, his hair spiky and pointing in all directions. He looked very much like a sexy porcupine. "The what?"
Matty rolled his eyes. "It was you who said it. Care to tell me what happened between you two?"
Rusty grimaced like he had been ordered to lick a lemon.
"What? Is it something bad?" Matty asked, somewhat alarmed now. "Something Maddox doesn't know about?"
Rusty waved. "He knows. Well, I was a major ass one time and had to apologize. To punish me properly, Jonathan flaunted the goods for like a second."
"The goods?" Matty asked slowly.
Rusty made a demonstration by grabbing his cock by its root and swinging it in a circular motion quickly. "Sometimes I wonder how gay you are."
"Ha-ha, funny," Matty said dryly.
"Wait, what kind of goods did you think I was talking about?" Rusty narrowed his eyes.
Matty shrugged. "Like the ass or something."
"The ass?" Rusty gawked at him like there was no way he had just said that. "The ass?" he repeated a little louder. "Did you just imagine Jonathan frigging Hamilton wiggling his ass at me?"
"What's so hard to imagine?" Matty protested. "I bet a lot of guys would like to wiggle their asses at you. Especially the gay ones."
Rusty rubbed his chin and raised an eyebrow. Something of how he was staring foreboded nothing good. "Have you ever wanted to wiggle your ass at me, Matty?"
His mouth went instantly dry. He turned his head away. "All the time," he replied, offering a vague answer instead of a clear admission of how he had been crushing on the guy in front of him from the moment he had seen him.
Rusty laughed and plopped himself on the bed. No, not on the bed, but on top of Matty, crushing him. Good thing he had turned already or Rusty would have been able to tell that he was hiding something. He could feel hot breath on his cheek and heard Rusty chuckling in his ear, but pretended not to notice.
"Matty," Rusty drawled, "are you jealous of Jonathan?"
"Why would I be jealous of--oh, fuck you, Rusty," Matty blurted out and hid his face even more.
Rusty laughed out loud, seemingly very satisfied with himself. He didn't appear to give a damn that he was really crushing Matty. "You're so like a cat," the whisper poured some little truth right into his ear. "You don't straight up say what you want."
"Cats don't talk, Rusty," Matty retorted, using his most tutor-like voice, not with only a little difficulty.
