***

Matty maintained an indifferent face while walking down the stairs and through the open space shared by Rusty and his friends. Jonathan was there, along with his boyfriend, and Matty felt that if the ground opened under his feet it would be too little to save him from embarrassment. He made an awkward wave with his hand in their direction, hoping against hope that Jonathan wouldn’t tease him.

“Too bad you’re allergic, Matthew,” Maddox said while gesturing with a tall glass filled with orange juice.

“Yes,” Jonathan added quickly, “I should have asked first. If there is something else you prefer to drink when you’re here, just let us know.”

To Matty’s ears, Jonathan sounded a bit nervous. There was no way Maddox couldn’t tell his boyfriend was hiding something. Nonetheless, he was thankful that Jonathan had been tactful enough not to tell on him.

He apologized meekly and slunk out the door like a thief. Once outside, he drew in a big gulp of air. What on earth was he thinking lately?

Rusty would never want to have him over tutoring. Ever again.

***

What the hell had just happened? Rusty wasn’t in the business of ‘cannot compute’, but this was one such situation. So, for a good few moments, he had been completely in control, teasing Matthew and getting closer to his goal of punishing the obnoxious prick for being a ‘know-it-all’.

And then? Then it happened that Matthew had taught him a lesson in an area that Rusty didn’t believe that there was anything left for him to learn.

He had taught him that a boy’s lips could be pretty sweet, too.

Who would have thought that? Rusty patted his lips and considered the situation.

Matthew had nice lips. Rusty liked nice lips.

Matthew knew how to kiss. Rusty liked being kissed.

Matthew had kissed Rusty.

What did that make them?

“Pretty damn gay,” he concluded with a shrug.

Just the situation, though. Not either of them or anything. Because Rusty had all the chicks he wanted, and Matthew wanted all the chicks if he had no girlfriend and was willing to go that far just to prove that he could kiss.

And damn, the dude could kiss. Rusty closed his eyes for a moment. It was easy to go gay for that kind of kiss. His dick twitched at the recollection of the earlier challenge. Yeah, yeah, dudes could go in and out of gay, and he was the living example. Like dipping your littlest toe in a pool of gay and then taking it out.

***

Can there be some other greater embarrassment than what I just fucking did? Matty took in breaths and released them, pondering over a proper punishment for his transgressions. If Rusty learned he was crushing on him, he would laugh forever.

Yeah, like who crushed on a guy who could go to bed with every girl who happened into his path, and also did that?

Probably a moron. One who didn’t know where and when to stop so that he would save himself some embarrassment. Matty checked his phone. Oh, he had a package.

Well, he considered philosophically. There was always room for more embarrassment.

His cat suit had just been delivered.

TBC