Chapter Eighteen -- Good Advice
Jonathan lingered by the side of the bed, taking in Maddox's body as he lay on his belly, his arms tucked under the pillow. He had placed a blanket over him so he could no longer admire that gorgeous body, but maybe it was for the best since the time for living fantasies was over, and he needed to get back to reality with all that entailed.
Maddox was even prettier when asleep. His lips curled into a small smile as he appeared to have the most pleasant of dreams. As much as his heart ached, Jonathan risked a touch to Maddox's cheek and drew an invisible line along his jaw. He stopped when he reached his chin and brushed his fingers slowly against the full lips.
Well, they had done it, so there was no point in overstaying his welcome. He had taken a very short shower, all the while taking care to not wake Maddox up. For starters, he didn't think his ass could handle a third round, and secondly, he didn't have it in him to spend any more time in Maddox's company.
It had been the best time of his life, but going further with this was a mistake. How foolish of him to think that he could separate matters of the body from those of the heart. It was easy to fall in love with a boy like that, and Jonathan had promised himself not to get another serious case of history repeating. So what was he doing right now? If anything, he appeared to have miraculously forgotten the harsh lessons life had served him.
Maddox wasn't Drew, but little could be done to change the fact that he was a straight guy. At some point, he would move on. And Jonathan wasn't sure he could do that; no, that weak part of him would want more. So, it was for the better to cut and run while the damage was not too extensive, and he could still deal with it.
He would sneak out and head over to his dorm while Ray was still out partying for the rest of the night. Then, he would attempt to wash away some of the memories that had been made tonight while taking a longer shower and thinking over his transgressions that only seemed to complicate his life.
He snuck out, making sure to open and close the door without making too much noise. Why was his heart in his throat, though? What he was doing right now felt final, in a way. Definitely, tomorrow, Maddox would have cooled down considerably and they would become, not friends surely, but mere acquaintances. And Jonathan would be fine with it because that was the correct thing to do.
He moved stealthily as he went down the stairs and grabbed his shoulder bag. One last breath and he would be out.
Lost in thought and looking down, he was surprised to crash into someone as he turned toward the door.
"Rusty," he said, struggling to keep his voice down, when he noticed who it was. "Hi."
Maddox's friend was right there, which seemed a bit strange, seeing how he was the soul of the party everywhere he went. Around the campus, shindigs must be still raging on, so what was Rusty doing there? Anyway, it wasn't his business what Rusty did.
Maddox's roommate was dressed in a sleeveless shirt that showed off his strong arms and baggy pants that somehow complemented his looks. Compared to Maddox, he was taller and slimmer, and Jonathan had to crane his neck a little to look him in the eye. By the haziness he saw there, he could tell Rusty must have been drinking, and quite a lot.
"Yo, Hamilton," Rusty said lazily, giving him a slow once-over.
"I'm off," he said, not wanting to make small talk, especially given the awkwardness of the situation. Could it be that he still smelled of sex, even after that short shower? He was almost sure Rusty was sniffing him, leaning in dangerously close.
"Did you and Maddox fuck?" Rusty asked promptly.
Jonathan tried to get past Rusty, but the guy moved swiftly despite his state of inebriation and blocked his path. "None of your business," he said coolly.
"You look fucked," Rusty drawled with a sly smile.
There was something heated and loaded in that voice, and Jonathan was acutely aware of it. "Well, so do you," he replied in kind as he took in Rusty's messy hair and what looked like traces of lipstick on his neck and right cheek.
Rusty smirked. "Yeah. By the way, I ate all that steak with the sweet sauce I found. Good shit. Where did you order it from?"
Jonathan had to fight hard against the impulse to push Rusty away and run out the door. "I made it," he said curtly.
Rusty's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "For real?"
"Yes," Jonathan replied, thumbing the strap of his shoulder bag and adjusting it although there was no need to.
"And I drank that bottle of wine, too," Rusty confessed.
"Well, good for you. At least it didn't go to waste," Jonathan offered.
What on earth could Rusty possibly want? The guy was making him nervous. It had been so easy that time at the tree for him to overpower Jonathan and tie his hands. He was definitely scary.
"Home cooked food, expensive wine, and anal. Fancy as fuck," Rusty concluded.
Jonathan sidestepped and pushed Rusty out of the way, not forcefully, but firmly enough to manage to move past him.
"Good night, Rusty," he said in a controlled voice. His hand was on the door handle when he felt something brushing against his ass. He turned on his heel fast only to see Rusty still there, grinning at him.
Jonathan frowned and pushed himself into the other's face. "Look here, dog brain," he said through his teeth and pressed his index finger against Rusty's chest, "I'm not one of Maddox's hookups for you to treat me like this."
Rusty snorted, apparently unfazed by his anger. "You're not? Does he know?"
Jonathan suppressed the fury boiling inside him. He would not get into a fight over something like this. And Rusty's words annoyed him to no end. So he chose to turn away and get out, as fast as he could manage.
"Nighty-night, Hamilton," Rusty called after him. "Don't let the bedbugs bite that tappable behind."
Jonathan pressed one hand to his forehead hard, grabbing his temples, and pulled the door closed after him. For these straight boys, he was nothing but a fucking joke.
***
Fortunately for him, Ray had left him alone to oversleep and probably he was doing the same thing after partying all night with his girlfriend. Jonathan had heard him coming in last night but hadn't gone to talk to him since he wasn't sure he was in any mood to share his experience. Ray would love to hear it all, but what was there to say?
About ten o'clock, his phone began to chirp with incoming messages. He checked only so that he could make sure that he was right about the sender. Maddox probably wondered why he had snuck out last night, but he didn't have it in him just yet to tell him that they should slow down or stop entirely.
That was assuming Maddox wanted a repeat performance, which he wasn't even sure about. Could Maddox want such a thing? He was notorious for hooking up with girls and forgetting them the next day. But Jonathan wasn't a girl, so probably the same rules didn't apply to him.
Wishful thinking. And Rusty's words kept swirling in his brain. What could he mean by them? Was Maddox thinking of him as more than just a hookup and had said something to that effect to his friend? Maybe Rusty just wanted to provoke him, for some reason. If he started nurturing any feelings toward Maddox, it would be terribly bad.
Also, he wasn't ready for another hookup, which was more likely what Maddox truly wanted. Had last night been a mistake? Was he turning himself -- through no other's fault than his own -- into a toy for a straight boy? That was how bad things began. And no matter what Rusty was running his mouth about, he wouldn't do such a thing to Maddox, start rumors that they were dating or something incredible like that.
They weren't dating. Jonathan groaned and covered his eyes. Sooner or later, he would have to get out of bed and face the day. Ray would probably pester him with questions, so he needed to rehearse what he would say so that his roommate didn't smell anything fishy. Surely, his bestie thought that there was some big thing happening between them, which wasn't true.
