***

Maddox’s bravado was something to behold, but it looked like none of it was left when Jonathan took the soap and began washing his back. The famous bad boy was so quiet now that the sound of running water seemed unusually loud.

If Maddox had walked in there, thinking of a dare or something silly like that, it must be firing back if his shy silence was anything to go about. Jonathan had no intention of pushing it, and he wasn’t the type to tease people, even when presented with such an opportunity on a silver platter.

He pressed his hands against Maddox’s back and moved them slowly. That wasn’t supposed to happen. To be correct, he should just rub the naughty straight boy’s back in under one minute and be done with it.

But no, his hands lingered, feeling the muscles underneath. Maddox would drive him crazy this year, and Jonathan just needed to accept it. While clothed, he could only guess what lay beneath those garments, and now, his imagination was fueled with the fantastic sight of a broad back that tapered down to a lean and strong waist. He couldn’t resist letting his eyes go lower, resting on top of Maddox’s small back, just above the enticing curve of a lovely ass. For now, he had managed to avoid staring at the other boy’s cock, but it was inevitable that his fantasies would soon be filled in with images of that, too.

And he bet Maddox was exceptional in that respect.

“Hmm, that feels good,” Maddox purred as Jonathan moved his hands around, stopping short of that scrumptious behind.

If that were him from one year ago, he would wrap his hands around that broad chest, filling them with the perfect pectorals, and he would press his lips against the slight curve of a round shoulder. He would align their bodies together and let the water pour down their skin while he would allow pure unadulterated ecstasy to take over him and forget about anyone and anything else existing in the world.

He stepped away. “I believe that covers it,” he said in a raspy voice. “I’ll leave you with the rest. Be thorough, okay?”

“Yes, dad,” Maddox threw over his shoulder.

Jonathan smiled. Maddox probably couldn’t imagine what he was doing to him, but it was fine. He walked out of the shower and dunked into the cold pool water to clear his mind.

***

What the fucking hell? Maddox grabbed his cock and held it until his erection finally decided to take a breather. He had practically stood there, waiting for Jonathan to take a fucking hint, and nothing had happened! Nothing!

He had never been in that kind of situation before. How did girls do it when they wanted a dude to get it on with them? Maddox had kind of an idea, but he doubted that he could flutter his eyelashes at Jonathan, smile prettily, bite his lips, and caress the guy’s arm with a hidden promise in his eyes.

Well, maybe he should have done all that because simply standing there doing nothing hadn’t worked. At all. It had to be that he wasn’t the guy’s type, but fucking tough bananas, Jonathan surely was his. He had seen naked dudes by the ton in his life, and it had been nothing like this before. Even his hands felt nice, firm, long fingers working his muscles...

He needed to up his game, he decided and began soaping rapidly. There was no way, but absolutely no way that his dude could provide so much fap material and not see what he was doing. Maddox felt his good mood returning as a sly plan began forming in his head.

Jonathan was already back into the water, so Maddox let out a war cry, rushed toward the edge, and jumped, making a big splash. When he resurfaced, he was happy to see Jonathan laughing. He was so serious most of the time and clearly needed to unwind more often. Maddox splashed some water in his direction, and Jonathan ducked.

“So, what should we bet on?”

Maddox pondered. “Whoever loses has to answer the other’s questions.”

“One question,” Jonathan replied. “There’s no way I’m letting you pick my brain, or tomorrow Xpress is going to tout all over the place that I like sticking feathers in my ass and eating edible underwear with strawberry flavor.”

“Is that the kind of thing you’re into?” Maddox grinned and watched Jonathan, who offered a broad smile in return.

“Of course not. That would be their version of our conversation if I told you I liked ice cream and that I once petted a chicken when I was four.”

“All right. One question. But just so you know, everything you say, it’ll stay between us.” With that, Maddox moved quickly and cut through the water, taking Jonathan by surprise. “It’s on!”

“You cheeky --” Jonathan stopped with a huff and followed him.

The guy was fast and strong, but Maddox was willing to kill his lungs over finding the answer to the question he wanted to ask. He focused on moving as fast as possible and pushed all his muscles until he got to the other side.

Jonathan followed him shortly, but it was clear as day who won. “I didn’t think you were a cheater!”

“Your fault for not paying attention,” Maddox shot at him.

He hoisted himself up and sat on the edge. Jonathan followed his example, and this time, Maddox stole a look at the guy’s cock. It looked like Mr. Perfectly Groomed liked leaving a little bit of a bush right above his sex. That was nice and a bit kinky. Maddox felt an itch to grab the guy by the hair down there and then stroke his cock, which unlike his, which seemed to be in overdrive, was completely flaccid now. Still, it looked yummy even in its dormant state.

“So, what do you want to know?” Jonathan woke him from his reveries.

“Ah, right. Top or bottom?”

“Excuse me?”

“No, I won’t. Are you a top or a bottom?”

“Is this what you want to know? The straight boys here are an interesting bunch.”

“Not all, just me. Now dish out. Which one are you?”

Jonathan rested his hands on his knees. “I don’t know exactly. I suppose I’d be versatile, but I haven’t yet tried either.”

“What? Are you a virgin?”

“Hey, you said one question,” Jonathan warned him sternly.

“It’s not really a question since I already know the answer. You’re a freaking cherry boy!”

“Ha, ha, so funny.”

“So, you’ve never been with a guy?” Maddox pressed further. Now that was a juicy piece of info, not that he would share it with anyone.

“I didn’t say that.” A short, tense silence followed.

Maddox could smell there was a big thing there, but this time he didn’t insist. “Well, that’s a bit of a shock,” he commented. “The way you look, I thought you must have bended over half of that all-boys school of yours.”

Jonathan burst into laughter. “Do I really look like someone easy?”

Maddox snorted. “A total manwhore. Really, who cares about looking as perfect as you do unless he wants to get laid all the time?”

“Funny thing to say, coming from the guy famous to have slept with hundreds of girls. And also putting a great deal of effort in his looks.”

Maddox had never been annoyed by the stupid stories people said about him, especially when they involved his sexual prowess, but this time, Jonathan’s remark irked him. “That’s like 95% not the truth,” he said quickly. As for putting effort in how he looked… well, he was a tiny bit vain, that was true.

“But there’s still the 5%, right?” Jonathan teased him. “How many girlfriends have you had, Maddox?”

“I don’t have to answer that.” Maddox pouted and crossed his arms. “You lost.”

“It looks like I did.”

They remained silent for a while. Maddox could feel a smidge of nervousness growing inside him. “Let’s jerk off,” he said abruptly.

Jonathan’s head snapped in his direction. “What? Just like that?”

Maddox wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. He would see that sleepy cock in action, and he would see it tonight. “Consider it a welcome party that will make your transition from that all-fap school you’ve been before a lil’ bit easier.”

“All-fap school,” Jonathan said slowly. “You have some weird notions of what goes on in such places.”

Well, he wasn’t saying ‘no’, and that was a good thing. Maddox stood and offered Jonathan his hand. “It will be fun, I promise. And it’s for a good cause since I like to excel in all areas of campus life.” That earned him a small snicker from the other. “I need to compare notes. You know, it’s tough to be an accomplished student unless you compete against others.”

Jonathan blinked a few times, probably expecting him to break into a laugh and say that had been nothing but a joke. Maddox was determined to get what he wanted. “What? You don’t jerk off?”

“I obviously do, but it’s called solo action for a reason,” Jonathan said, yet it was clear in his voice that he was considering it.

“Told you, everything we say or do here tonight stays between us,” Maddox insisted. “Or,” he said with a sly smile, “I could tell on you for breaking in, so… choose.”

Jonathan chuckled and finally took his hand. They rushed to a pair of reclining chairs and shared a quick look before lying down. Maddox fought a smile of triumph; Jonathan’s slightly pink cheeks told the whole story. Score.

***