“Good thing you have the teacher of all teachers in the same room as you are right now.” Rusty grabbed the glass of water on the table and threw its contents straight at Matthew’s chest, making him gasp in shock and outrage.

“Rusty, what the fuck?!”

“Language, my dude,” Rusty said with satisfaction.

“Am I supposed to stay here, with this cold, wet t-shirt on?” Matthew asked and stood to his feet. He pulled at the hem, trying to air the wet spots.

That was the moment Rusty had been waiting for. He also got up and walked over to Matthew. “Lesson number one. Pretend to be helpless and a bit dumb. Let’s say that some chick just walked into you and poured all her green disgusting smoothie on you.”

Matthew stopped his attempts to dry his t-shirt and stared at him, wide-eyed and mouth a bit slack. Rusty felt a sudden impulse to push Matthew’s chin up to make him close his mouth and then pull it down to see how he looked with it opened wider. “Why does it have to be a green disgusting smoothie?”

“Chicks who are into health stuff are always ready for a new project. You could be theirs.” Rusty flicked a finger over the tip of Matthew’s nose.

“Ouch!” Matthew protested and grabbed his nose.

“Geesh, stop being such a baby. So, this chick just made a mess out of your t-shirt. What do you do?”

“Um, apologize for walking into her?”

“Yeah, right. She walked into you.”

“Am I supposed to wait for such an opportunity?”

“No, you create it.”

“So, I did walk into her,” Matthew concluded.

“Goals justify means, or something,” Rusty countered. “Don’t apologize. What do you do?”

“I..., um, say that it’s fine? In case she feels guilty about it?” Matthew continued down the same road of guys never getting laid.

Rusty pursed his lips and stared at Matthew for two long moments, until the other squirmed under that intent gaze. Then, he quickly grabbed the hem of Matthew’s t-shirt and pulled it up, hard and fast. Matthew squealed but, finally, he was naked from the waist up, and those perfect abs showed. Rusty let his assessing eyes wander briefly; pecs were nice and defined, too, and the shoulders weren’t bad. The dude was working out. “This is what you do. You take off your t-shirt and pretend to be completely lost about what to do about it.”

“Like any girl with a head on her shoulders would think anything else but that I’m a douchebag for undressing in front of her,” Matthew said, without forgetting to glare. He crossed his arms over his chest, as if he could hide the goods.

Rusty took pride in being patient where it mattered, but Matthew Han looked like he needed a bit of a hands-on approach. So, he took him by one shoulder. “You take your t-shirt,” he said and handed the thing back to its owner until Matthew felt forced to accept it, “and you start wiping your abs.” He made a rubbing gesture, just to be clearer.

Matthew just stood there, the t-shirt limp in his hand. “Does this really work for you?”

Rusty shrugged. “Totally. Congrats, my man. You just showed the girl the goods. You have her drooling, I’m telling you.”

Matthew shook his head. “Or I’ll have her shouting ‘creep’ and summoning campus security.”

“With abs like these?” Rusty’s itchy fingers needed a bit of release, so he touched Matthew’s belly with only one and only briefly. A sucked-in breath was the immediate reaction. “Why are you acting like a total virgin? We’re just role-playing here. Hey, are you really imagining I’m a chick?”

Matthew held the t-shirt close to his chest. “That’s none of your business!”

“Oh, no, don’t tell me,” Rusty said slowly. Was he about to strike gold or what?

“I’m not a virgin!” Matthew shouted. “I’ve had sex. Lots of it.”

“Yeah, yeah, you sound really convincing. I bet you don’t even know how to kiss.”

Matthew sputtered with indignation. “I’ll have you know that I’m an extremely good kisser.”

“Words are only words,” Rusty chanted in falsetto. “Come on, show me. How do you hold your mouth when you kiss? What do you do with your tongue? Do you even have one?”

“What do you mean how do I hold my mouth? What kind of question is that?” Matthew continued, more and more absorbed in his own obnoxious righteousness.

“Ha, you don’t even know how to kiss. No wonder chicks around here don’t even know you exist.” Rusty crossed his arms, pleased with his findings.

“Do you want to know how I hold my mouth? What I do with my tongue?” The cute hamster was no more. Yeah, that was a kitty and he had claws, too.

Rusty grinned and basked in satisfaction. “Yeah, I totally want to know.”

Matthew threw him a deadly look. Then, he opened his mouth slightly and licked his lips. Rusty looked on in disbelief. No way was this virgin boy going to rain on his parade. Matthew darted his tongue out, and his eyelids dropped. Now that looked nice. Rusty could feel that nifty tongue wrapping around somewhere inside him, giving a perfect spot of him small, craze-inducing licks.

“You look like a fish,” Rusty said with rancor. “Are you frozen, too?”

That earned him another flash of the lethal kind from the hazel eyes. Yet, it didn’t prepare him for what followed. Matthew threw his t-shirt on the floor and then grabbed Rusty by the front of his shirt.

And then, he put those soft inviting lips on his and snuck his tongue into his mouth, taking him totally by surprise.

Rusty took a step back and his ass hit the table, but Matthew followed, turning those flicks of the tongue into something very much real, exploring deeper and deeper.

That moment, there was a short knock on the door, and someone entered. “Guys, I thought you’d need some refreshments--”

Matthew pulled away and turned his back. Rusty turned the other way, to witness Jonathan standing in the door with a tray in his hands, and a completely shocked expression in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, I should have waited for you to tell me to come in,” Jonathan said quickly and looked away. “I didn’t see anything,” he added and made a one-eighty, disappearing behind the door, taking the tray with him.

Rusty swallowed. He was thirsty, in all honesty. Too bad Jonathan had taken off so quickly. He could have used some freshly squeezed juice.

“We’re done for today,” Matthew’s voice brought him back to reality.

The guy was already dressed, the wet spots still visible on the front of his prim t-shirt. The bag was safely on his shoulder and he was quick to make a beeline for the door.

Rusty knew he was supposed to say something to keep Matthew there. Only that, a first for him, his mind was a pristine blank canvas. No, not quite so pristine. The shape of a kiss could be seen on closer inspection.

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