Chapter Twenty-Nine -- Strange Conversations
Lingering in Matty's bed felt deliciously luxurious, even by his standards. John hadn't returned from his library stint, and the poor fellow probably even planned to sleep there, only to avoid the biggest imagined enemy in his life to date. That meant he could stay just a little bit longer, only his mind was already working in overdrive and he needed to start organizing himself.
S.H.I.T. wanted to go crazy with imposing new morality standards on the student population of Sunny Hill, under Connor's villainous leadership. That guy really had some serious issues, but Rusty didn't intend to unpack any of it. It was probably something years of therapy wouldn't be able to solve but, again, not his problem.
What bothered him, above all was how Connor and his posse -- one a lot larger than he had employed in his service during junior years -- kept on designing new and elaborate strategies to annoy the hell out of him. At first, he had decided not to give that A-hole a piece of his mind, but now it was on. Slicky must have gone into hiding already because of that T-head, which meant that his chances of meeting him again were growing slim.
Not that Matty wasn't keeping him plenty occupied. He felt tender all over and in a good way as he took a look at the crown of Matty's head resting against his chest. His baby dude was soundly asleep and Rusty didn't have the heart to wake him only because he wanted an encore.
Back to scheming. Also, going after his crown was getting real, according to the freakish experiences he had lived through today. He wouldn't give a damn... only that it wasn't some newcomer ready to take his place through charisma, wits, and other stuff that would make a dude -- or a dudette -- cool enough to force his early abdication, but an organization with a churlish attitude, and an even worse acronym. That he couldn't just let pass.
Hmm, that, indeed, required finesse on his part. He definitely didn't intend to look like a sore loser, and going head on with Connor, when his power was growing, would place him in a position that might not be easy to sustain.
No, he would just show everyone that he could charm his way back onto the throne without breaking a sweat. And, when everyone wondered who had been brave enough to challenge and replace Rusty as the king, he would tear off his mask and laugh his ass off.
Now, that was starting to give him ideas. That morning, he had felt on top of the world, ready for any challenge, and with a newfound love for music filling his lungs. He knew exactly what he had to do to throw his glove at himself, pick it up, and emerge victorious.
His excitement must have manifested itself a bit too energetically because Matty stirred. Rusty brushed one hand over his bed partner's face. "Hey," he whispered, "are you in the mood for a sleepy blowjob?"
"Okay," Matty mumbled and rolled on his belly to land between Rusty's legs.
That was his baby dude, always up for any request, but Rusty had something else in mind. "No, no, no," he said, and pushed Matty back so that he could be the one to slide down the other's body.
"You want to suck me off?" Matty asked, his voice still drowsy with sleep.
"That's my intention. You can go back to sleep if you want," Rusty said cheerfully while dragging Matty's pants down to have easy access to all the goods.
"Go back to sleep? Quite the tall order," Matty said but his head was tilting to one side and the cute smile on his face said that he didn't mind that sleepy blowjob at all.
Rusty placed one hand right under Matty's ball sac and began kissing it slowly, taking one ball and then the other in his mouth.
"Rusty," Matty whispered and inhaled audibly. "Why are you so good at this?"
"Are you trying to say that you suspect me of having done this with other dudes?"
"No, it was a rhetorical question. In other words, you're killing me."
"Play sleepy and let me take care of you."
No other words were needed, and Matty assumed the position right away. Rusty let one of his hands brush against the taut lower abs while he got back to his ball sucking technique, which he intended to perfect while using Matty as the only subject for his training.
It took him a while to let go of the balls, which had gotten satisfactorily heavy after being lavished with so much attention and finally focus on the more important part of Matty's anatomy. He licked his way round and round, sensing every tremble in the slender body under his fingers, until he reached the head. Once there, there was no point in dallying.
So, he wrapped his lips around the engorged head and began licking it. Matty's breathing grew ragged as Rusty continued his torturous descent on the full length. This time, he decided to go less deep but concentrate on using his tongue more. It appeared that his loyal subject was reacting well to all that tongue work.
He let go of it from time to time, only to swallow the precum Matty was freely giving. That kind of thing was definitely addictive. He could lick and lick at it like it was a lollipop. No wonder so many girls liked giving head. Also there had to be a bunch of guys who liked it, too, and now, he was on the same side of the fence as they were.
"Damn, Matty, eating your dick is definitely it," he commented as he took the hard candy in his mouth again.
"Do you think you could finish your meal?" Matty asked in a hoarse whisper. "You're driving me totally crazy."
Rusty smiled, with Matty's cock still in his mouth. He even laughed, and the reverb of the sounds he made moved through Matty, or so it seemed, because the body he was holding hostage shivered more. Good, that meant it was high time for the last act. He increased the rhythm to which his lips moved and helped himself with one hand. Matty's hands rested on his head and pushed him down one time, hard. That appeared to be his cue to swallow, because what was happening barely registered with him and he felt his mouth getting filled.
He smacked his lips and gave Matty's cock one last playful lick before moving away, but he barely had the time to do so. He fell on his back, pushed forcefully with just one hand, and Matty was all over him, going straight for the Mighty Thor.
There was no time left even to make a sound, because Matty already had his mouth full and, when he looked up with his pretty eyes still droopy from sleep, he looked scrumptiously hungry for the cock he was gobbling down that very moment.
Rusty laughed and caressed Matty's smooth hair, running his fingers through the silky strands, and pushing them away from his forehead. "A little peckish, are we?" he teased.
Matty nodded without letting go of his candy and proceeded to swallow him down as far as he could go. Now that was what Rusty called a fast learner. Matty was good at it, just as he was good at many other things, and now he appeared perfectly capable of giving the Mighty Thor a run for his money. What he enjoyed the most, however, was how his cock, not so negligible in size, could disappear in Matty's mouth like some sort of magic trick. Those sweet lips he knew so well stretched around, and he could tell when he was hitting the back of Matty's throat. That was his cue that he needed to control the crazy moves the Mighty Thor wanted to make by twitching too hard, but Matty helped him by pressing down on his thighs and controlling the depth to which he was going as well as the angle.
Now, all Rusty could see was Matty's head moving to the rhythm, no hands involved. Fuck, that was mind blowing. He grunted as he tried to keep it in for a little while longer, but Matty was getting too good at this, and it seemed that he seriously wanted to put Rusty to shame through his performance.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he whispered, "get yourself some of that, Matty."
He knew that his bed partner had no qualms about swallowing it, and that was fine by him. Totally fine, he thought, as he tensed and began shooting into the generous mouth, seemingly forever.
He dropped back, breathing hard, and then felt Matty's mouth on his, making him taste himself. Yeah, they were good at that. Sharing was the name of the game, after all. He took Matty's head in his hands and kissed him, making their tongues brush against each other repeatedly, until they were both out of breath.
He then held Matty only inches away so that they could look at each other. "I am so having that key made for you."
"Because you need me to dress like a fourteenth century traveler with not even two coins to rub together?" Matty asked and snickered.
Rusty kissed him loudly. "I'm happy to see that you have an excellent memory. But it's mainly because you're rooming with annoyance personified and my goal in life is to save you from that."
"I see. All right, then. I can hardly wait. I can't promise that I will spend every night over, though. It would look like I'm running away from a problem."
"One in two nights, then?"
"One in three," Matty replied promptly. "I still have to study, and I'm afraid that the only studying I'll do while sharing such close quarters with you is going to be studying your body through and through."