Chapter Eleven - Cock Fight
Jonathan felt like he was being suffocated by how angry he felt. The only explanation was that Maddox had somehow thought of Ray being the competition or something along those lines. That, however, gave him no right to put some girl up to seduce Ray and who knew what else. Hanna appeared to be an honest albeit aloof girl, and according to her declarations, she liked Ray for real, but that still didn't make things right.
Maddox Kingsley, Mad Dawg or not, would have to be held accountable for his actions. And if there were anything good enough to cure Jonathan of his obsession with the guy, proving the guy was an absolute asshole after all could do the trick.
He knocked on the door to the house Maddox was sharing with his friends with increased urgency. Dex opened it and stared at him for a moment.
"Is Maddox in?" It would be so stupid if he had hurried there without even knowing if Maddox were home.
Dex grinned and opened the door wider. "Sure. Upstairs--"
"I know where it is. And please, wipe that grin off your face. You better keep 911 on speed dial."
Sure enough, Dex's smile faded rapidly. Jonathan moved quickly past him and rushed up the stairs, but not fast enough to not hear Rusty commenting, "911? Just how kinky are you two going to get?"
He ground his teeth hard. This had nothing to do with being kinky, and damn if Maddox couldn't make him hot under the collar in all possible ways, and not all good. What was he thinking? No way was good with the most popular slash bad boy on campus, and he needed to get him out of his system for good, while trying to get himself out of the other's at the same time.
The first thing he did when he stopped in front of the door wasn't to take a deep breath, but to knock angrily and then let himself in. Too bad for Maddox if he were naked with some girl in his bed. He surely deserved the embarrassment.
"What the absolute hell, Kingsley?" he started as soon as he let himself in and slammed the door behind him.
Instant regret over not taking that deep breath almost knocked him off his feet the moment his eyes landed on Maddox. Who was indeed naked, save for a pair of shorts, and was doing reps with dumbbells in both hands while listening to music on his headphones. His muscles were glistening and, for a moment, Jonathan did nothing but stare at those gorgeous arms and perfect washboard abs. He temporarily forgot why he was there and wondered why he couldn't just walk over and run his hands over those amazing pectorals while deciding if they were truly real.
His unwitting host grinned at him, dropped the dumbbells, and took out his airpods, throwing them quickly on the desk. The pretty gray eyes gave him a suggestive once over, then Maddox picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Jonathan had the weirdest desire that he would just stop there and leave the rest alone.
"What's up, Hamilton? Knocking on my door already? Want some sugar?" Maddox drawled the words.
That had the effect of a cold shower, and Jonathan remembered right away why he was there, filled with wishes for righteous retribution. "Don't you dare joke around," he hissed. He walked over to Maddox and pushed against his shoulder, his perfect, sweaty shoulder, with two fingers. "Why on earth would you send that bunny to attack Ray?"
"Attack? Bunny?" Maddox asked, looking adorably confused.
Ha! Like he would fall prey for the same act again. "Hanna," Jonathan said through his teeth. "Does the name Hanna ring a bell or do I need to box your ears until you remember?"
"Ah, Hanna. Why are you calling her a bunny? It's not very nice and her front teeth are not that big."
Jonathan groaned. "You put her up to seducing Ray. Why? Was it some weird way of getting back at me? What for?" Somehow, Maddox's naked chest was too distracting and his eyes just kept wandering downward. His fingers itched to drag themselves through the dark hair covering them. In the process, his righteous anger was finding it hard to stay hot.
"I had to know if you turned Ray, too," Maddox said promptly.
"Turned Ray?" Jonathan's voice rose another notch.
"Yeah. If you made him gay," Maddox explained, like there was any need for that.
Jonathan sputtered, annoyed. "That's certainly not the case. And Ray could be bisexual, not that he is, and it wouldn't be your business anyway. That's it," he added quickly. "If you have a problem with me, come to me with it. Leave Ray alone."
"Why? Is he your boyfriend?" Maddox threw at him tersely. "Because he sure was quick to forget about you--"
Jonathan took two steps back and put his fists up. "Let's settle this with some old-fashioned throw down. As you can see, I'm a gentleman and I'll give you a chance to prepare this time."
Maddox gave him a stricken look. "You came here so that we could throw punches at each other? Are you insane?"
"Indeed I am. Before, landing that punch was clearly beginner's luck, and I'm starting not to regret it. Given how much experience you have with fights, I'll probably be in a world of pain within the next minute, but I'm here to settle things once and for all."
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What the hell was Jonathan spewing now? And he wanted to fight? Not that he didn't look kind of cute, all worked up like that, Maddox thought and grinned. Well, seeing how much of a prick he was being, he didn't deserve to learn the truth about Hanna, at least not right away. It appeared that Jonathan thought him to be a bad boy, and now Maddox was more than willing to prove him right just to give him a taste of all the suffering he had endured over the last weeks because of him.
Jonathan still wanted him like crazy, and Maddox was no longer willing to overlook that. Even now, seething with rage and trying to act tough, he was letting his eyes wander down, and his eyelashes flutter, while his lower lip trembled just a smidge.
Maybe he had no experience whatsoever with guys, but boy, Jonathan would not leave this room the way he'd done before. Maddox moved fast and caught Jonathan's wrists with ease. He smirked as he sensed not that much resistance from the other, and a surprised gasp told him what he needed to know. Forcefully, he began to push Jonathan backward, manipulating him so he landed on the bed. With ease, he straddled his waist and held him between his thighs, making sure to apply enough pressure to ensure that there was no escape for his prey.
Showtime.
"You're talking about being a gentleman? I've been nothing but that ever since we met, and you've been nothing but a prick about it."
Jonathan was staring at him with wide eyes. His breath was coming in short puffs, and he smelled of nothing more than arousal. Yeah, Maddox thought, the dude was just as horny for him as he was.
"A gentleman? When were you that?" Jonathan protested, but made no move to free his hands, as if his entire strength had drained out of him.
"I had you here," Maddox growled menacingly while trying hard not to break into laughter. Since Jonathan had it so bad for bad boys, he had to oblige. "You were in this room, and I had my hands almost in your pants, and I let you run away. Then I had you tied to a tree, and I let you escape again."
