***

Matty closed the door behind him and pressed his back against it. No one had seen him walking inside, and he had had the inspiration of leaving some unsuspicious clothes in a bush behind the dorm so that he could change and walk back inside the building without making people think that he was out of his mind.

He folded the cat boy suit and turned it into a bundle, which he threw into the bottom of his closet. The hell had he been thinking? So early into his mission, and he had been about to blow his cover.

He was sweaty all over and his heart wouldn’t stop beating fast. Rusty had almost caught him. What the hell was he doing there instead of rocking some party? Good thing Matty was so good at climbing. But that had been a close call, and one he hadn’t been ready for. He focused on his breathing and ran his hands through his hair. Damn, he had forgotten about the ears, but good thing that he hadn’t put on the wig, as well. He began untangling the cat ear band from his hair when a loud knock on the door made him freeze. What on earth? Was there some sort of emergency?

For a moment, he didn’t move. If someone from his floor was trying to prank him, they would go away soon if he just ignored the knocking.

The someone in question insisted, the knocking more and more persistent.

“Who is it?” Matty asked sharply. “Zoey, if it’s you--”

“I’m your student, bearing questions,” someone whose voice he knew well now replied from behind the door.

He hadn’t frozen in place before; no, this was the moment for him to freeze in place. That was Rusty. Beyond any shadow of a doubt, Rusty Parker, the king of Sunny Hill and of Matty’s most private dreams, was threatening to knock the door down. Just after he had just chased Matty up on a wall, like ten minutes ago.

“Can’t they wait?” Matty asked, his heart beating fast again. “You can just message me with whatever you don’t understand.”

“I can’t wait,” Rusty insisted and knocked again, with increased ferocity.

“Would you cut that out? People might be sleeping at this hour on this floor.”

“Nope, you’re the only one. Nerd.”

It was so strange to talk to Rusty through the door. “If I answer your questions, will you go away?”

“Let me in, and we’ll see.”

Matty pondered. Well, the cat suit was safe at the bottom of the closet. He put his hand on the handle and pushed the other through his hair. He stopped as he felt the cat ear band. Fuck. Rusty pushed against the door. Matty pulled off the band, ripping some hairs out of his head, and threw it under the bed with dexterity he had no idea he possessed.

Rusty was inside that very moment. Matty stared at him. Act normal, act normal, act normal.

Rusty sniffed the air. Then he looked at Matty. Then he looked around the room. “Were you jerking off?”

“What?” Matty asked, nonplussed, and watched Rusty walk into his dorm room, stopping by his bed.

A book, opened in the middle, was resting face down on the coverlet. Rusty picked it and began leafing through it. Matty continued to watch, like at an accident of some sort from which he couldn’t look away.

Rusty made a face and looked at him as if he was growing horns out of his head. Matty put his hands to his hair, alarmed. Phew, he really had gotten rid of the cat ears in the nick of time. That would have been a disaster.

“Dude, are you beating your meat to alien wizard zombies?”

Matty groaned and grabbed the book from Rusty’s hand. “I wasn’t,” he said.

“Then why the fuck are you so sweaty and breathing like you’ve just run a marathon?”

Matty pressed the book to his chest like a small shield. Could it be that Rusty already knew that he had been the cat boy from earlier? Was he here to make fun of him? That would be bad. He wouldn’t survive. So, he sighed. “Yeah, you got me, I was masturbating to tales of the ancient kingdom of Lo’ar. It was just getting good, with the half-zombies assaulting the palace of queen Kamara.” If he went down, at least he would go down swinging.

Rusty examined him with what seemed like genuine interest. Then, he shrugged. “Eh, whatever floats your boat, man. But, for the record, you’re one sick fuck. In a good way.”

Matty sighed in relief. Rusty would be teasing him already over the cat boy incident if he knew anything. “What are your questions?”

“What questions?” Rusty asked while continuing to inspect Matty’s small room. “You don’t have a cellmate?”

“Cellmate?”

“Yeah, I’m sure there are prison cells bigger than your room,” Rusty pointed out.

“My roommate has other arrangements, most of the time.”

“Like what?”

Rusty’s curiosity made no sense. Could it be that he was playing with Matty, wanting to make him sweat first? “I have no idea. He’s seeing an older woman or something,” Matty said as he came up with something ludicrous only so that he could throw Rusty off his scent. Silently, he addressed his apologies to John, his roommate. The guy had a sister and the sister had a boyfriend with a small apartment for rent. He didn’t charge John anything, and John could study in peace there all he wanted.

“A milf,” Rusty concluded. “Now that’s a player,” he said, pointing a finger at Matty. “Unlike someone else who’s living here.”

Matty scoffed. “Rusty, you woke me up because you wanted to ask me something. Come on, say what it is, and beat it.”

Rusty gasped and pressed a hand to his chest. “So damn cold. You know, not even chicks who are heavily into the brooding type would fall for that. And I didn’t wake you up. You were choking the chicken while reading about an army of zombie wankers doing the unspeakable to the queen’s four-poster bed. I bet they’re jerking off all over her iron and leather throne. She’s some kind of dominatrix, isn’t she? And they’re all into punishment. Tell me I’m right.”

“Whatever,” Matty said in what he hoped sounded like a vexed enough voice.

Rusty plopped himself down on Matty’s bed, bouncing a few times, as if he wanted to check the spring resistance. That wasn’t exactly how Matty had pictured having Rusty in his bed, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“There’s a party somewhere, and you’re here,” Matty pointed out. “Please, tell me there’s a good reason why you’re not there instead.”

Rusty yawned and stretched. “Dude, your bed is so soft. It’s like a chick’s.” He began to feel the pillow case. “Silk?”

Matty narrowed his eyes. “What did you have to drink tonight? Or… oh, fuck, what are you on?”

Rusty decided that the pillow case was much to his liking because he grabbed it and rubbed his face against it. Then, with a sly grin, he stared at Matty. “I’m not high, four-eyes.” He threw the pillow back to its place, but instead of getting up, he just stretched out on the bed and kicked off his sneakers. “I’m tired, though. And a bit drunk.”

“Do you really want me to believe such a thing?” Matty crossed his arms. “Rusty Parker always leaves the party last. Any party.”

“A guy gave me something weird to drink. And I had to chase down a cat. I almost touched his tail.”

Matty tensed. Any moment now, Rusty would jump to his feet, point a finger at him, and laugh. He waited, but nothing happened.

Then, Rusty looked at him, only one eye open. “How about you read to me about those zombie wankers?”

“Are you sure? Do you mind if I jerk off while I’m doing that?”

Rusty moved closer to the wall and patted the place by his side. “Not really. I’m actually quite curious about your pecker. Is it a reason for you to have an inferiority complex?”

“Is this your nice way of asking me if I have a small dick?”

“Yeah,” Rusty admitted without one shadow of remorse.

“For the record, it’s completely normal,” Matty said.

“Define normal.”

“What do you mean? Normal like in average.”

“You’re a guy jerking off to alien zombie porn. Normal might have a completely different meaning for you.”

Matty groaned. “I wasn’t jerking off. The reason I was sweaty and all is because the damn book gave me a nightmare and I woke up like that.”

Rusty threw him a sympathetic, yet very clearly fake, look. “I believe you, man. Now, come and read to me from your kinky book. I’m just going to rest for like five minutes. No, don’t sit over there. This is your bed.”

“Which you took over without asking.”

Rusty grinned and his eyes narrowed. “Can I please sleep in your bed, Matty?”

“Okay,” Matty said with a sigh. “Hey, when did I say you could call me Matty?”

“That’s what your friends call you, right?”

“Are we friends?”

“We are if you read me some cool BDSM bedtime story and let me sleep for like half an hour. It’s hard work chasing cats.”

So, Rusty didn’t use the term cat boy, and Matty wasn’t about to bring it up. He plopped himself down next to Rusty, trying hard not to touch him, a difficult thing to achieve in his very narrow bed.

Rusty pulled him closer and rested his head against Matty’s flank.

“This is uncomfortable, you know,” Matty complained and squirmed.

“Do you have a problem with people touching you? Okay, I’m moving my hand, but I still want to rest my head on your belly. Consider it exposure therapy.”

Matty was damn sure he had had enough of that for one night, but Rusty had already put his head on top of his belly. He held the book tightly. From where he sat, he could so easily imagine Rusty going down on him.

“I knew you were getting a hard-on for those zombie wizards,” Rusty commented. “Dude, I don’t think your dick is normal.”

Matty cursed his decision to change out of his cat boy suit into sweatpants. Sure thing, Rusty had a front row seat to his growing hard-on that had to be quite visible through the soft fabric. The zombie wizards weren’t to blame for that, but he wouldn’t make the mistake of contradicting Rusty.

“Wait, what do you mean it’s not normal?”

Rusty tipped his head back until they could look at each other. The conceited ass grinned. “It’s more than average. I think it’s pretty big.”

“If you’re using my belly as a pillow just so that you could stare at my boner, be my guest,” Matty said, picking up the glove.

“I would, but I’m too sleepy. Just wake me up in half an hour. Then, I’ll let you jerk off to your weird-ass stories.”

“You’re really serious about this,” Matty commented.

“As serious as I am about everything. Read.”

Matty had a mind to protest, but he was already in heavenly hell, or hellish heaven. He had Rusty Parker in his bed, his blond tousled head inches away from his dick. It was one strange situation, but maybe that was the only thing he’d have to jerk off to on the many lonely nights from here on out.

So, he started reading.

***

Rusty woke up with his head as heavy as a wooden log. He blinked as he looked around. Damn, those new cheerleaders were heavy into grit fantasy. He touched the poster on the wall and forced himself up on his butt. That booze he had drunk was strange all right. He had dreamed of chasing cat boys on the campus walls for like hours. And then, of his tutor reading him BDSM bedtime stories.

Wait. His memories were coming back to him. He turned to his right and stared at the strangest bed partner he’d had in a long time.

Matty was sleeping soundly, his glasses still on, his mouth slack, and his sweatshirt hiked up enough to reveal his awesome abs. And a book was resting on his chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths.

Right. Rusty remembered now. He carefully took Matty’s glasses, folded them and put them on the nightstand. Then, he took the book and closed it with satisfaction. Let the kinky demon figure out where he left off.

He moved quietly and landed safely on the floor. This had been a weird night. And he was still curious about one thing. Carefully, he leaned over Matty’s sleeping form and, using his pinky, he lifted the waistband of the guy’s sweatpants. A little peek wouldn’t hurt anyone. Hmm. Yeah. That dick looked bigger than average, even limp. It was also cute. Matty had another point in his favor. Chicks always dug cute things, especially if they were big.

Just as carefully, Rusty slipped his finger away. Well, now was a good moment to make an exit, and leave Matty to his alien zombie porn. What was that book about, anyway? He couldn’t remember. Next time he saw Kane’s mate, the one who had given him that weird drink, he was going to have a serious talk with him.

But now, he needed to slip out of the room without making a sound. It would have been pretty weird for two straight dudes to wake up in the same bed. Rusty was doing everyone involved a service by saving Matty and himself the embarrassment.

Actually, he was never embarrassed. Rusty walked out and closed the door behind him, all the while making no noise whatsoever.

And then, he promptly slapped his crotch by accident with the back of his hand while trying to fix his t-shirt.

“What are you on about now?” he asked his dick that was shamelessly pitching a tent. “I need to do some waiting for this morning wood to go down.”

TBC