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Hmm, what was a good way to make Matthew, no, Matty, come out of his shell? Rusty was pretty sure the guy would both hate him and be grateful for it later if he followed the proper advice on dating and hooking up. Rusty knew himself as the expert and he was in a generous mood tonight. After all, he had to get back at Matty for that kiss.

The tip of his tongue tingled at the memory. Now that had been a kiss. What business did Matty have keeping such expertise to himself? There had to be a flaw, a faulty connection between Matty’s tongue and his brain if he didn’t see what he could do and how much he could score. He’d probably be an oral sex guru, too, if he tried. With that kinky tongue, everything was possible.

Shock therapy it had to be, Rusty decided. Now, where was that dorm again? He looked around, a bit confused. Whenever he thought too long and hard about Matty’s tongue and what the dude could do with it, he tended to forget where he was going.

Establishing that he had walked in the wrong direction, Rusty made a sharp turn to the right and then remained glued to the spot, his mouth gone slack. There, on top of the wall that surrounded the east side of the campus, tall in the moonlight…

Stood a cat boy. Rusty’s perfect unicorn. The cat boy was sniffing the air, most probably in search of prey, and his latex suit showed his lithe, yet strong body. Rusty looked around, waved quickly at a couple of people and then jumped over the green hedge, making sure not to make a sound. If he knew one thing about cats, it was that they were skittish. Also, it always served to approach them by placing yourself below them if it was possible so that they felt safe.

That wasn’t a problem, seeing how the cat boy was up on the wall. The costume looked good on him, like it was made to order, which could only mean that the dude was dedicated to the cause. For some time, Rusty stood there and admired him. Now that was a good body for rocking a cat boy suit.

Rusty got as close as he believed it was safe. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he called in a gentle voice.

That startled the cat boy enough to make him lose his balance. Rusty shrugged and threw open his arms, ready to catch him if need be. But the cat boy wavered and swung his body a couple of times back and forth, only to find his footing and regain his bearings. Perfect feline moves.

Then, he grabbed his tail, wrapping it around his arm, and started running along the wall.

“Hey,” Rusty called for him and began running, too. “Hey, come back. I have treats!”

The cat boy didn’t seem in any mood to listen. Rusty stopped and hiked himself up onto the wall. He staggered for a moment. Damn that strange drink. At one point, the wall stopped and then he’d have the cat boy properly cornered. He’d probably hiss and try to scratch, but those were nothing compared to Rusty’s desire to pet him.

At the mention of treats, the cat boy only started to run faster. Now, what kind of cat didn’t like treats? Well, one couldn’t catch a feline with the same means intended for a canine. A dog boy would have been in Rusty’s lap by now. “All right, I lied and you know it! I don’t have any treats.”

He was balancing himself on the wall, but it wasn’t easy to catch up with the quick cat boy who seemed to fly along the top of the wall, that fast he moved. At one point, he risked a look to one side, and he was about to fall. He couldn’t have that. Maybe he shouldn’t have drunk that weird booze Kane’s teammate had handed to him.

“Stop chasing me!” the cat boy whined at him.

He had a strange, pitchy voice, and for a moment, Rusty felt tempted to stop. His ideal cat boy needed a voice like silk and velvet combined. Eh, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, or a cat boy in the way he talked. Maybe he could be trained.

The wall ended, as Rusty predicted, and the cat boy stopped. “Gotcha!” He rushed to grab the cat boy from behind, but right then, the dude made a leap of faith, landing, quite effortlessly, in a nearby tree. Rusty braced himself to avoid falling and jumped to the ground. From the tree, the cat boy was staring at him, or at least, that was what he guessed from his body language in the dark.

“I want us to be friends,” Rusty explained. “Get down and I will pet you.”

“Go away,” the cat boy replied in the same annoying pitchy voice. “I hate being petted.”

“All right, I’ll do as you say. Can I at least touch your tail?”

The cat boy huffed and found his way up to another branch. From there, he gained momentum and jumped onto the low roof of one of the buildings, but it was too high for Rusty. Ah, damn, he was losing him. “Hey,” he called again.

But the cat boy was already gone from view, much nimbler than Rusty.

The disappointments he had to live with in life. Rusty pondered for a moment. Well, if the cat boy was that adept at finding shortcuts to evade him, it could only mean one thing.

The cat boy had to be a student here at Sunny Hill.

Now, what was he about to do before having all his attention hijacked by the cat boy? Ah, right, he was on his way to pester Matty to wake up and get his ass to the party. Funny how the mind worked. Since yesterday, this little chase had been the only reprieve from thinking about the annoying and obnoxious, the tongue-feeder kisser Matthew Han. It only took a cat boy in flesh and blood.

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