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Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys - 4. Jonathan Hamilton Is (Not) An Easy Lay

Chapter Four – Jonathan Hamilton Is (Not) An Easy Lay

“I’m so freaking excited.” Ray bounced up and down as they joined the other students pouring like a stream toward the same destination. “Man, you look amazing,” he commended Jonathan.

After some deliberation and many of Ray’s exclamations regarding his wardrobe, Jonathan had settled for a burgundy shirt and charcoal grey pants. While Ray had asked him at least a thousand times if he didn’t think that was too formal for a college party, he had acquiesced to leaving a couple of buttons open in front and rolling up his sleeves up to his elbows, and that had finally agreed with his roommate’s insistence that he should let go a little.

It was true that he did look a bit out of place among the other young men and women who seemed to have opted mostly for jeans and short skirts, but Jonathan had no intention to pretend he was someone else. Not this year, and not ever again.

“So many pretty girls,” Ray said and swooned exaggeratedly. Then he grabbed Jonathan by the arm and leaned against him. “Should we do that guessing game?”

“I hate to break it to you, buddy, but everyone is well aware now that I’m gay,” Jonathan said in an apologetic voice.

“It wasn’t me who said it,” Ray replied.

“I know. And don’t you worry. I’ve never had the intention of keeping it a secret. This way, I can openly pursue someone without leaving room for interpretations.”

“We could still ask them if they think I’m gay or not, but I don’t think it will have the same impact,” Ray said mournfully.

“I’m afraid I’m not as good a wingman as you imagined I would be,” Jonathan offered.

“I heard Connor is going to be here,” Ray said in a conspiratorial voice.

Everyone appeared to be there, so that wasn’t news, but he didn’t want to deter Ray from his desire to help him. The problem was that he hadn’t thought of Connor almost at all, although he had wished to do so with every cell in his body. Unfortunately for him, his body kept remembering quite often of another student attending Sunny Hill, who was everything Connor wasn’t.

Straight.

Unavailable.

And hot.

Jonathan hated himself to the extreme for being so superficial. He needed to grab the reins and do the right thing. Even if he didn’t care for Connor, he would at least talk to him if he were there at the party. Anything was better than having wide-eyed – and closed-eyed – dreams about Maddox and his perfect body. The guy was muscular but not in a heavy way like his friend Dex, and the way he moved was enough proof that he knew how to use his body, and by that, yes, Jonathan meant using it inside the bedroom, between the sheets, with someone under or on top of him.

“That’s good to know,” he told Ray. “I’ll try talking to him, see if we could start again, this time on the right foot.”

“Wait, do you mean you got into a fight with Connor, too?”

Jonathan hadn’t had the heart to tell his roommate that Connor had proven quite unsociable toward him before the peace was declared between him and Maddox. “No, nothing of the kind, but we had a very short conversation which didn’t give us the chance to know each other.”

“Well, once we’re in there, if you see him, you don’t have to mind me. Go talk to him. I’ll be fine on my own.”

Jonathan didn’t feel enthusiastic in the least about the prospect, but he needed to deal with his absurd fascination with the ultimate catch on campus. Maddox was out of reach, and since Jonathan wasn’t female, he had absolutely no chances with the guy.

***

Besides being an ass man, Maddox had never been particularly pretentious about the girls he kept hooking up with. Relationships and dating, he had done too little of that to matter. Therefore, his constant, no matter how polite, refusal to strike conversations with people of the opposite sex, conversations that could lead to some heated action in one of the rooms upstairs, was starting to make him grow weary. The girls who knew him not to be so fickle were getting bored quickly with him and moving on to other guys, which didn’t bother him at all.

Before the party died down, he needed to decide on one of the many pretty girls who stole glances at him in the hope that they would be noticed, or else, he had moved his ass to this party for nothing.

The whole point was to get laid with someone who didn’t care about strings attached and all that. Someone easy and fun who could make him forget about a particular pair of amber eyes. Yeah, he had ended up so low that it was enough to think of the guy’s eyes, and he was getting a boner.

He was leaning against the wall, sipping from his rum and coke, while examining everyone who came inside. His friends were already mingling, and after teasing him a little about waiting for his chosen one, they had left him to his musings. While Kane was there to hang out with his lacrosse buddies, most of all, Dex and Rusty had already found some girls to have fun with, and they were nowhere in sight.

Heads began turning, and people started whispering, so Maddox craned his neck to see what the commotion was all about. He bit back a curse when he saw who the new star was, making an entrance right now. Jonathan looked perfect, in a shirt the color of dark wine or something like that, which he wore casually, letting slightly sinewy forearms and a bit of chest show. Someone was hanging from his arm, and Jonathan was leaning toward that person, laughing in a carefree manner, his eyes all twinkling.

Maddox made an extra effort to see who that was. His eyebrows shot up when he noticed that boy who was always with Jonathan around the campus. What was his name? Ah, Ray… something. He had quickly learned that the boy was Jonathan’s roommate, but as much as Maddox kept racking his brain, he couldn’t recall if there had been any mentions of him being gay or not. Were they together? Jonathan certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. Now that was a letdown.

Well, why the hell was a letdown? For all he knew, Jonathan could have a boyfriend or more. Or he could play the field, seeing how that day, he had unsuccessfully tried to get with Connor, who was also openly gay.

The thing was, he knew nothing about the guy. During their project get-together, they had only talked about what they would do for it, and nothing personal. Jonathan’s private life seemed to have tighter security than Fort Knox, and the most experienced gossipers on campus had so far come up with nothing, no matter how all perked up his ears had been to catch the slightest whiff of information on the topic.

But a guy like that had to get his rocks off somehow, right? That tall, lean and muscular body had to know all the ropes of horizontal cha-cha, and now that he looked at him more, Maddox was pretty sure he would be great as a top, too. Still, he kept to his guess that Jonathan was at least versatile because there was no way gay dudes getting it on with him could ignore that fantastic view from behind.

Maddox examined Jonathan’s companion with a critical eye as Ray went to get some cups for the both of them. Was that what made the new star on campus tick? Well, if he stared long enough, maybe, just maybe, Ray what-was-his-last-name had a somewhat twinkish charm. Nah, Maddox shook his head. He was just too plain; no charm whatsoever.

But Jonathan’s face lit up again when Ray handed him a cup, and their heads moved closer as they talked like there was no one else in the world. Maddox pursed his lips and turned on his heels. There was no point in watching Jonathan Hamilton’s love life being played out in front of him while he sat there thinking of masturbating to him for the umpteenth time since they met. On his way towards the main room, he casually linked arms with a cute blonde girl who beamed at him in an instant.

See? Things could be simple, he told himself. Only if you want them to be.

***

Except for Ray, Jonathan didn’t know anyone too well to do any actual hanging out, although many people stopped by their side to greet them and exchange a few words. He hadn’t realized he was unconsciously looking for a certain someone until he noticed his retreating back, as well as his right arm wrapped around a back on which lovely blond curls bounced. So, Maddox was present, and he was already having fun.

Jonathan stared into his cup for a moment. He could always leave the drink somewhere and pretend he had drunk it, but being part of college life meant that he needed to adapt, as horrendous as the taste of that beverage was. With newfound courage, he took another sip and decided that maybe he could just find a good moment to throw away the dubious liquid as discreetly as possible.

“Hey, Jonathan,” someone called for him.

To be completely honest, he was surprised to see Connor making his way through the throng of people to get to him. Ray squeezed his shoulder quickly. “I’m off to make friends with some other nerds like me. Have fun, JJ.”

Jonathan wished Ray would have stuck around some more, but soon he was face to face with Connor, so he smiled politely. “Hey, Connor,” he replied.

“Having fun?” the guy asked him with a sly smile and pointed at his cup.

“Trying,” Jonathan offered.

“What?” Connor cupped his ear, a sign that he could barely hear him over the loud music.

“I said --” He decided to forget about trying to have a conversation in all that noise. Not only was the music the problem, but all the cheering and hooting everyone was engaged in.

Connor smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Let’s step outside,” he shouted in his ear and dragged him away.

***

After almost one hour of listening to Connor, Jonathan had had it up to his ears and beyond with the guy. At first, he had been polite and tried to follow his reasoning, but when he attempted to offer a different point of view, Connor just cut his words short and insisted on being right.

That made Jonathan regret not drinking more when he had still had a chance. Maybe then enduring through Connor’s lecturing would have been a little more fun. However, his reserve of politeness was starting to wear thin. The worst thing was that Connor didn’t even say anything interesting. He was a walking encyclopedia of random facts and numbers, but he offered absolutely no new insight or what they meant. Even worse, he sounded like the mouthpiece for opinions everyone who watched the news already knew and quite repetitive after a while.

“I would love to stay and chat some more,” he took advantage of a small break in Connor’s tirade, “but I’m a stickler for schedules, and I’m past my bedtime.”

That appeared to take Connor a bit by surprise. He made a disappointed face. “Are you sure you cannot make an exception? We barely scratched the surface. It’s Saturday, after all.”

“Yes, but I tend to turn into a witch if I don’t get my beauty sleep,” Jonathan joked.

“Hmm.” Connor didn’t appear in the least amused. “All right.”

Finally, it was over, Jonathan thought and closed his eyes for a second, which was, as it seemed, a mistake, as the next moment he felt the guy’s facial hair scratching his lips in a weird attempt to kiss him. Jonathan pulled back before Connor managed to launch his tongue action, which he seemed to have at the ready.

“Have fun,” he said and moved away steadily enough so that it didn’t look like he hated that completely.

“Sure. See you around, Jonathan,” Connor said. “I’d love to get to know you more.”

And turn me into a drone that activates at the sound of your voice, I bet.

Was he mean for no reason? But no, the guy was pretty obnoxious, and it didn’t matter whether he was gay or not, out and proud, and all that. Jonathan couldn’t stand a narcissistic ass, and he liked to believe that he could tell one was that after wasting an hour of his time listening to platitudes.

“Yeah, sure. Bye,” he waved and hurried down the street.

He wiped his mouth as soon as he was far enough. Definitely, Connor was using something for his beard, and now Jonathan was pretty sure he needed to get to his room as fast as possible and wash his mouth for at least five minutes.

***

Maddox was fuming on the inside. Not only had Jonathan let his boyfriend abandon him and mingle with others, but now he was letting that monkey paw him like he was a banana tree in need of saving? What kind of guy did stuff like that? He had thought he noticed something that denounced absolute boredom in how Jonathan leaned against a tree, his arms crossed, while Connor must have been droning about his tree-hugging ad nauseam. For a moment there, while observing the duo from a distance, he had thought of walking over and rescue Jonathan, but when Connor had moved in for a kiss, Maddox had turned on his heels and walked back to the party.

So, Jonathan Hamilton was an easy lay. And Maddox surely had better things to do than sit there and watch him get fucked against a tree or something kinky like that. He grabbed the girl he had spent the last hour with by the hand, and she followed him happily upstairs.

***

“Don’t worry.” She patted his chest and forced a sympathetic smile. “I heard it can happen to everyone.”

No, that was absolutely terrifying. Maddox stared at the ceiling, searching for answers. So the girl had been all over him, and he had felt the familiar tingle in the lower part of his body, but as soon as he closed his eyes, all he saw behind his closed eyelids was Jonathan, his stupid smile, his weird broad chest, his deformed long legs, and big fucking ass!

And, being the good guy that he wanted to think he was, he had tried to push that away so that he could focus on the girl, her soft, smooth cheeks, her nice rack, and all her other assets.

And then, it had happened. His dick had died on him, not even caring to say a proper goodbye.

“Stress could be a problem,” she added, as clearly she was a nice person and trying to help. “Has anything happened to you lately? Something, I don’t know, to make you sad?”

“My dog died,” he mumbled.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she caressed his chest gently. “How old was he?”

“She,” Maddox said with a heartfelt sigh. “We’ve had her for twelve years.”

Good thing he had a good imagination. For the next ten minutes, the girl listened to him patiently while he dished out everything on a dog he’d never had.

***

The girl had assured him that her lips were sealed in regards to his little problem, so now he was back to the party but not in the mood to stick around too long. His eyes fell on Connor, who was with his usual cohort of disciples, talking animatedly and waving his hands. He had been away for how long? Twenty minutes at best? Was Connor done fucking Jonathan against the tree so quickly? He must have skipped foreplay.

He made his way toward the guy. “Hey, Connor,” he called out. “Where is Jonathan?”

Connor waved. “He left about twenty minutes ago. Something about needing his beauty sleep.”

Maddox could feel his cheeks hurting as his mouth stretched into an impossibly large grin.

Jonathan Hamilton was not an easy lay.

That made him so happy he could get a boner. No, he wasn’t just saying. He could feel his best friend returning from his trip to the land of the dead. Woot-woot, he was back in business, baby!

“Would you like to join us in a little debate?” Connor asked.

Maddox slapped the guy so hard on the back that Connor almost lost his balance. “Another time, man. I need to go shake hands with a friend I haven’t seen in a while.”

He walked away without giving the other the option to interject anything else in their short yet meaningful conversation.

***

“Why is everyone offering you their condolences?” Kane questioned as they walked to their Monday classes after another student stopped by their group and gave Maddox a long and sympathetic hug. “Who died in your family? But, more importantly, why are we, your best friends, the lasts to find out?”

“His dog died,” Rusty said with a long sigh. “Look, it says right here.” He took out his phone and showed Kane the latest headline on that digital rag pretending to present life on campus as it was. Maddox seriously doubted there was one grain of truth in the bunch of bullocks presented as the so-called truth in there.

“Rusty, Maddox doesn’t have a dog,” Kane said slowly.

“Not anymore, he doesn’t, but he did,” Rusty protested. “It says right here,” he repeated.

So, the girl had only kept her mouth shut partially. Well, it could be worse, Maddox concluded. The title could have been ‘BMOC can’t get it up because his dog died’, so he needed to be thankful for at least having the girl’s sympathy regarding his little problem. And this time, a grain of truth would have been in it.

“It’s just a misunderstanding, guys,” Maddox said quickly.

“Misunderstanding, huh?” Dex observed him from the corner of one eye. “It’s incredible, however, how many details about your imaginary dog Xpress had managed to create. It sounds like something you’d say about a dog you’ve never had.”

“I have no idea why they say anything that’s in there.”

Kane wasn’t buying it, either, by how he stared at him like a disappointed grandma learning that her grandson was lying about his bad grades. “Why are you letting everyone believe it?”

“I can’t just tell people the truth. They would feel hurt,” Maddox replied.

All right, so it wasn’t like he often lied, so it had to be a curse that the one time he did, it had blown so out of proportion.

“So, just to be clear, you don’t have a dog?” Rusty asked.

“No, I don’t,” Maddox replied. “But can you guys keep it between us?”

“Anything for my bro,” Rusty promptly said.

“We’ll cover your ass,” Dex added.

“Sure thing. But boy, I want to know what this is all about. This crush of yours is the worst I’ve ever seen,” Kane commented.

“There’s no crush,” Maddox protested. “You guys keep imagining things.”

“Not worse than imagining fake pets, though,” Kane retorted.

So… his buddies were on to him, and he was getting entangled in a bunch of lies. Things were looking pretty bad, and he wasn’t sure he could keep everything a secret from them. Not for long, at least.

But what could he tell them when he didn’t even know what was happening to him? He had the biggest boner ever for a dude. It didn’t matter that the guy looked like he had been sent to Sunny Hill to torture him specifically, given his good looks, sexy ass, and prickly personality.

What mattered was that Maddox was in it deep and had no idea how to solve it, whatever this thing was.

***

Ray sniffled and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. Jonathan stared at him, baffled for a couple of seconds. They were barely back from classes, and he had returned home to find Ray like that.

“What’s going on?” he asked, trying hard to ignore the lump in his throat.

Ray sniffled some more, and Jonathan barely had time to open his arms wide to welcome a very distraught roommate to his chest. “…mm, died.”

“What? Who died?” In the split of a second, his thoughts turned to his family back home. He hadn’t spoken to them in four long months.

“Maddox’s dog,” Ray barely managed and began crying again.

Jonathan breathed out. “All right, that’s quite sad,” he said cautiously as he patted Ray’s head. “But why are you crying so much?”

Ray pointed at his phone, abandoned on the table. “Xpress says that Maddox had her since they were both babies, and that when he was five, she saved him from drowning. And then, when he was seven, she saved him from a house on fire. And then, when he was ten, she stood up all night, every night, while he had the flu, and everyone he thought he was going to die!”

Jonathan bit his lips hard to stifle a laugh. There was no way all that could be true. It had to be a miracle that Maddox was still alive. The guy needed another dog pronto just to make sure he didn’t stumble over his own feet and fell to his death. He loved Ray, but the amazingly gullible nature of his roommate was something else.

“Um,” he cleared his throat, “but she lived a long and happy life. Twenty years is quite impressive for a dog.”

“She died at twelve,” Ray replied and started crying again as if he just now realized how tragic it was for a dog to die after twelve years of life when she was supposed to have lived twenty.

All right, so he was calling bullshit on that little piece in Xpress. That publication needed to be eradicated like the virus that it was. It was infecting totally sane persons, like Ray. Now, he would allow his roommate some space, but later, he would explain to him some basic math. It would be painful, but it was worth it.

TBC

 

So, what do you think of Maddox's math? And his imagination... I hope you enjoyed the chapter, these characters feel just so real to me and I want to hug them, so I totally want other people to like them, too.
Until next time,
Hugs,
Laura.
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12 hours ago, Daddydavek said:

MD is beginning to realize his buddies will eventually find out the cause of his distraction.  

The tension is still building.

He cannot keep them in the dark forever...

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On 7/20/2022 at 9:05 AM, raven1 said:

I keep wanting to give the chapter a ❤️ reaction, but you keep me laughing too much.  The campus rag, Xpress, is such a clever device for twisting the plot and causing mayhem for the characters.  It make a great antagonist in this story.  Ray crying over the fake story of the death of Mad Dawg's own Hong-Kong Phooey was riotous.  

Maddox is going to have to reveal soon, or he will never get to use his little head in the presence of company again.  His sexual orientation is not only confusing to him, but I'm not sure there is a definition for it in the spectrum of different sexual orientations. 

Jonathan has the right idea about Connor.  Connor is good looking, but not even worthy of a wank.:yes:

Jonathan did realize that Connor is very superficial. As for Maddox, he seems to be like a match that gets fired only when 'touching' a certain someone...

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The chemistry in this story iswas reminding me  at the beginning, the "not an easy lay" part, of Kontrol and Kaos-- which is high praise for our author here, since I haven't seen anything in 20 years as cool and fun and high=fantastical as that love match  between the hot guy who just wants this semester to be easy and the boy who's going to play the hard-to-get game according to the rules.  Very hot chemistry between these guys, and I'm loving following them  around every bend that wants to be stroked.

Also, I like Rusty.

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I'm just reading this story and at this chapter, I am freaking laughing out loud about a dead dog!!

Loving the reading. Great story thus far

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9 hours ago, SAW said:

I'm just reading this story and at this chapter, I am freaking laughing out loud about a dead dog!!

Loving the reading. Great story thus far

This is a great story!

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