***

Jonathan could only do this much not to break into a sprint. His saving grace was that his dorm was close to the science building. He jumped the stairs two by two and dashed down the hallway. 

He was breathing hard as he walked through the door, checked for any signs of Ray throughout the small suite, and proceeded to lock himself in the bathroom. He groaned and leaned against the door. Then he opened his fly and grabbed his raging erection, which, somehow, had managed not to scandalize anyone on his way there. 

What was happening with him and this Maddox character? How could his body react so wildly at that sexy boy’s mere presence? And why, oh why, had Maddox decided to hug him out of the blue?

Even now, he could recall with the utmost clarity, the way Maddox had wrapped his callous hand around the back of his neck, rubbing a little and squeezing, while his other hand had rested between his shoulder blades. Or the way he smelled, spicy and clean and masculine, triggering an instant reaction in Jonathan’s loins. Or how he held him so close together, making him so painfully aware of his hard sexy body and heat. Or how his breath against Jonathan’s neck was enough to make him break into a sweat all over.

He wanted to punch himself in the face, but he had no choice for now. Later, he would have to think of ways to develop resistance to Maddox’s incredible charm. For now, he settled for a steady rhythm of his hand as he moved it up and down. It didn’t take him long. He struggled to voice his climax as quietly as possible, but to his ears, his moans and groans were shamelessly loud. 

Maddox Kingsley was out of this world, he decided. He had gone to an all-boys school and then an all-boys college, for fuck’s sake. He had seen plenty of guys, attractive guys, amazing guys, sexy as hell guys. And never, not even the young man behind the incident that had kicked his life off its normal orbit had anyone made him feel like this.

“I need to get myself a boyfriend,” Jonathan told himself as he washed his hands, trying to feel disgusted with himself and failing.

Yeah, he needed to settle for someone normal and attainable, not sport an erection each time Maddox did as little as breathe in his general direction.

***

“Nobody better need the upstairs bathroom for like ten minutes,” Maddox shouted at the others who were gathered in the living room, playing video games, as he rushed through the door of the house he shared with Dex, Kane, and Rusty.

“Are you shitting yourself?” Rusty asked.

Maddox just flipped the bird at him and rushed up the stairs. “Fuck,” he exhaled the moment he was inside and pulled out his hard as a rock cock. “Look who’s out and proud,” he murmured as he began to beat his meat.

So, Jonathan smelled fan-freaking-tastic. Maddox was pretty sure he had never met anyone who could smell so good, not even the girls he dated or hooked up with, let alone a dude. And his body was so damned fine, so fine actually that Maddox had wanted nothing else on the spot but to sneak his hands under his shirt and touch him everywhere.

And there was also that crazy fantasy he could now indulge in since he was alone, of Jonathan on his knees with a hard cock - no, not just any cock, but Maddox’s own pride and joy - between his luscious lips, running them up and down, all misty eyes and ready to take a load.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Maddox hissed and slammed one hand against the wall as rope after rope of cum landed in the toilet bowl.

He was totally drained when he finished. “Aren’t you a bit confused?” he scolded his cock before pushing it back into his underwear.

He needed to get laid. One week without getting his rocks off was enough if he was starting to fantasize about dudes sucking his cock. Yeah, he needed to get laid and forget about Jonathan Hamilton and his juicy mouth.

Also, he had to develop some self-control around the new guy. What was he thinking, partnering with him for that project? Maddox almost regretted getting so chummy with Jonathan Hamilton.

Almost.

TBC