Chapter Twenty-Eight -- Just Boyfriend Things
He had never had friends like that, Jonathan thought, friends to wrestle with on the floor, or tease or be physically close to without it seeming weird in any way. No, in the world of his family and life from before Sunny Hill, such things weren't allowed. The whole Drew incident could be blamed on his lack of interactions of that kind with other boys. Even if others at his school before didn't exactly fall into the same category as him when it came to family expectations, he hadn't gotten too close to anyone.
Everyone there knew him. Maddox joked about narrative, but he had had one of his own before putting his foot inside a school. He was groomed to become someone people whispered about, and that meant other boys either approached him because they were pushed by their parents or their own ambitions to cozy up to the guy who came from a rich family and had all the trappings of a desirable connection.
At first, he had been pleased with the attention, but he soon realized that those attempts didn't come from a good place. He had polite, standard relations with people he came in contact with, and God forbid anyone thought of getting too close.
He was envied, Drew had told him on more than one occasion. In their highly competitive environment, he was supposed to be number one, a winner, and that without even competing. It wasn't fair; he had studied as hard as anyone else if not harder, just to prove that it wasn't his family's money that made him into a stellar student. It could have been his fault that he had not tried hard enough to get close to others, but he wasn't good at that to begin with.
Here, at Sunny Hill, where no one knew him, people had befriended him without a second thought. Ray couldn't care less about his family and had declared him his bestie from the first time they met. Maddox wasn't impressed by his pedigree, as Xpress called it, either.
He was finally being treated like a normal person, and it mattered a lot, a lot more than he'd ever expected.
What he didn't understand, though, was why Maddox shifted his weight from one foot to the other, while impatiently waiting for him to finish brushing his teeth. Jonathan looked at him a few times, but Maddox looked away like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't.
He hurried to finish just to hear what that was all about. "Well," he said, resting against the sink and crossing his arms. "What's the matter?"
"I'm not a kid," Maddox warned him, pointing a finger at him.
Jonathan shrugged and then smiled as he looked the other up and down. Maddox was sexy in anything he wore, but in white shorts and a tee, his hair still a bird nest, he looked absolutely edible. "All right," he said and put his hands up in surrender, "my bad."
"Rusty is, though," Maddox took care to point out.
Jonathan cocked his head and stared a little more. "Would it be so bad to still be a kid?"
Maddox rolled his eyes like he couldn't believe the question. "I am boyfriend material," he said and pointed at himself.
Jonathan let his eyes wander lazily all over Maddox. These days, he was behaving less like his old self, and more like a much better version. At least, that was what he liked to think, now that he was far from the life he knew before, a life that had felt like a cage, something he could only perceive now that he was free of it. "Top notch boyfriend material," he confirmed.
"What do you mean?" Maddox eyed him suspiciously.
Jonathan laughed and reached for him to pull him into a hug. "Exactly that. You're the best boyfriend material anyone looking for a boyfriend can find in the entire world."
"You mean it?" Maddox asked while wrapping his strong arms around him.
Jonathan cupped his cheeks and kissed him loudly. "Completely." Was it truly all right to admit to these things so freely? Would they be fine down the road? He chased away any anxious thoughts circling him like wild dogs. "Now how about we free up the bathroom? Rusty might need it."
"He could go piss outside," Maddox replied promptly. "Like the dog he is."
Jonathan bit his lip hard. Picturing Rusty with a leg raised by a tree, his tongue lolling, crossed his mind. And he wasn't the guy to picture such things; no, Jonathan Hamilton was supposed to think only correct thoughts and follow proper etiquette down to a tee, with both heart and mind. "I'm afraid that might end up in Xpress faster than your bi awakening."
He bit his lips for another reason. Why was he so bothered by it? After all, he had Maddox in his arms, and he shouldn't care about what some gossip publication chose to fill its virtual space with.
"Yeah, you're right," Maddox admitted. "And I don't want to spend the entire Sunday in the bathroom, now that I have you all to myself."
"What would you like to do?" He had very little experience in what boyfriends did on Sundays they decided to spend together. He and Drew never did that, but after all, he and Drew had never been boyfriends to begin with.
Maddox seemed more knowledgeable than he was in that respect. "Just boyfriend things," he replied with a shrug.
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Luckily, Rusty wasn't waiting outside the door, ready to tease them just for the fun of it, and Maddox was silently grateful. Still, he needed to ask the clown why the hell he had looked so guilty when Jonathan walked in on them. Not that it was anything to walk in on, to begin with, but behaving so childishly surely lowered his market value as a boyfriend. He needed Jonathan to take him seriously. So far, their relationship had just happened like a game of ping-pong, with each player running to catch the other's ball.
Or balls. Maddox shook his head and took a deep breath. Last night, after taking a shower and deciding to go to sleep, Jonathan had spoiled him with a proper ball licking and sucked him off one last time.
Damn, he wasn't supposed to get hard again after what they had done last night. His ass felt it, Jonathan's ass had to still be recovering, but just thinking of that hot amazing tongue on his cock was enough to make him want a blowjob, no matter how quick.
And he had told Jonathan so nonchalantly that they would do boyfriend things. If he just grabbed the guy and dragged him to his lair for more sexing, what would that make him? Surely enough, not that great a boyfriend.
What did boyfriends do when spending a Sunday together? Maddox stole a quick look at Jonathan. Did he have enough time to google it? Pizza date, they had done that. And they had ended by sucking off each other. Which had been awesome. Could they go for a swim again? That had ended up with them jerking each other off. And then going through a boatload of misunderstanding.
They could just go walking or joy riding. Car sex... Maddox let his mind wander; now that was something worthy of checking off the list. A pleasant walk was the safest bet because it was the least problematic option if he was keen on keeping his hands off Jonathan for at least some part of their Sunday together.
Of course, there would be another part of the day when they'd be indoors again, and if they were indoors, it meant that they would spend some time in bed because he only had one chair in the room, and if they were in bed...
He needed to stop thinking. Maybe even breathing, because he could still detect Jonathan's cologne was on his clothes now from rubbing too much against the other. And if he thought of that, he immediately thought of how nice Jonathan's skin smelled, and... He groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"We didn't exactly talk," Jonathan whispered, "but how are you feeling?"
They were at the table, having breakfast, luckily alone, but Jonathan was that kind of nice guy who didn't want anyone to overhear their conversation about sensitive things by accident, even if they were Maddox's friends.
Hmm, talk. Now that was a good idea. He turned his head toward Jonathan and smiled. "How would you feel about a walk around the lake? We'll take the car."
"I'd like that," Jonathan replied and smiled, as well. "Is there a reason why you don't want to tell me more about how your lovely ass feels this morning?"
Maddox winked at him and grinned. "Yeah. If we're going to talk about my ass, one thing might lead to another, and we might not go for a walk at all."
Jonathan looked at him, blushed for a second, but then his eyes lit up. However, he chose to turn his attention back to his plate and play with his fork. "I'm crazy about you, Maddox," he said so quietly that Maddox almost missed it.
That was so close to a full-on confession, right? But maybe, Jonathan meant it only as a sexual thing, and Maddox now had some tough work cut out for himself. There were no minced words between them when it came to their maddening sexual attraction, for sure. But there was more to it; Maddox was certain.
Maybe he was supposed to reply with a confession of his own. How could he put into words what he felt? He stole a quick look at Jonathan who continued to eat with elegant moves, his eyelashes dropping now and then, casting tiny shadows on his aristocratic cheekbones. While doing the most mundane things, he still managed to look stunning.
