***

At Zoey’s insistence, Matty had gone for a t-shirt he had always considered much too tight to be comfortable and skinny jeans. After Rusty’s insistence he come over, he had called her to ask for her opinion, and the consensus had been that he could play hard to get while showing off how sexy he was. Those were Zoey’s words. He himself believed he was more awkward than usual, because it wasn’t night, and he couldn’t pretend to be a cat boy roaming the premises like a stray feline.

“Come in, come in,” Rusty urged him while grinning broadly.

Matty bit his bottom lip unconsciously while taking in his host. Rusty wore loose sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips, and because the tank top he wore wasn’t that long, Matty could make out the shape of a sexy hip cleavage on the side facing him, and a hint of a happy trail that led to that danger zone he needed to stay away from.

“Hi, Matthew.” Maddox’s voice pulled him out of his dirty thoughts.

He shook his head. “Hi, Maddox. I’m here to teach Rusty.” He said the words quickly before Maddox had a mind to wonder or even ask him what the hell he was doing there long before Friday.

“That’s good to hear,” Maddox said. “Finally, someone who manages to put Rusty in his place and make him study. You’re the man.” He pointed at him and winked good-naturedly.

Matty just nodded, not knowing what to say. Before the silence became awkward, Maddox’s phone rang.

“Yeah, babe. I’m on my way. Can barely wait. Love you.”

Maddox quickly gathered up his textbooks and got to his feet. He pushed the phone back into his pocket and offered Matty and Rusty a huge smile. Matty knew what that was. Maddox was head over heels in love with Jonathan, therefore he didn’t mind offering those generous smiles to everyone around. “Well, play nice, kids,” Maddox said and headed over to the door, quick on his feet. “Rusty, be good. Matthew, I’m counting on you to deal with this mule.” He patted Matty on the shoulder on his way out.

“Yeah, you can count on me,” Matty stuttered, but Maddox was already out the door and probably couldn’t hear him anymore.

“Matty,” Rusty drawled, “why were you staring at Maddox like a puppy?”

“What?” Matty immediately put on his tough guy mask. “I wasn’t.”

“Are you afraid of being all alone with me in this big house?” Rusty gestured around like he was a lord ushering a guest into his vast estate.

Oh, shoot. For a moment there, he thought that Rusty had assumed he had a crush on Maddox or something like that. He pulled at the hem of his t-shirt and puffed out his chest. “As if.”

Rusty surprised him by giving him a smirk. “Love the t-shirt. Cool nips, too.” He gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

Matty stared down at himself. Damn Zoey and her ideas. The t-shirt was so thin and tight that he looked as good as naked. He should have worn his usual clothes.

“Let’s go,” Rusty ordered and gestured for him to walk up the stairs.

“After you,” Matty said, trying to sound as unaffected as possible. Now, he would have to sit through an entire tutoring session while being overly conscious that his nipples were showing through his t-shirt. He could feel them getting hard, too, which could either be a consequence of ogling Rusty’s hip cleavage a bit too much, or of how the fabric rubbed against them.

For the next hour or so, he would be in hell.

***

Rusty observed Matty slowly and carefully. “No, please, I insist,” he said. “You first.”

“Aren’t you the host?”

“You know the way upstairs, don’t you? You’ve been here before. Come on, we don’t have all day.”

Matty groaned and started up the stairs. Rusty didn’t care about etiquette and whatnot. He was just curious about seeing Matty’s tight pants and how they stretched over his behind that was usually covered by baggy pants that didn’t show anything. The guy needed to understand the importance of a sexy ass on a guy. It was a signal to girls that he had enough power in his gluteus maximum to sustain a deep hard satisfying fuck.

Rusty smiled appreciatively as Matty walked in front of him. Not only had he put on a tight t-shirt today, but he also wore skinny jeans that offered an excellent view of a tight butt. He had no idea if Matty included any particular butt exercises in his workout routine, but those were some fine man buttocks. Rusty wasn’t petty. He could appreciate the competition when it was staring him in the face like that.

Wait, why was Matty dressed like that? Could it be that he was getting ready for a date, finally getting the idea that he needed to show off the goods if he wanted chicks to dig him? But why had he accepted the invitation to come over, then?

Hmm, Rusty pondered. Was Matty eager for approval from the king?

***

“Come on, pay attention already,” Matty said in frustration. He was one step away from smacking Rusty over the head with the textbook. “You are just wasting both our times here.”

“I’m bored,” Rusty complained and slammed his head against the table with a groan. He turned his head and stared at Matty with an innocent look in his eyes. “Don’t you ever get bored?”

“I do. And I live with it, because I’m a grownup, not a kid,” Matty pointed out.

“Being a grownup sucks,” Rusty concluded and closed his eyes.

“Well, tough luck. It’s not a choice.”

“You’re no fun,” Rusty murmured and continued to keep his eyes closed.

Matty linked his hands together. Was this Rusty’s very convoluted way of firing him as his tutor? It was well-known that no one could hold the guy’s attention for more than a very limited time, so it wouldn’t be that much of a shock, right?

“You’re making my job hard here,” Matty said, deciding to be the grownup, after all.

Rusty peeked at him, opening one eye. “How hard?”

Matty sighed. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “If you don’t want us to do this anymore, just say so.”

“And miss the chance of teaching you how to have fun?” Rusty asked, coming completely out of left field. “Look, I see you’re making progress.” Suddenly, the bored kid was no more. Rusty straightened up and stared at him. “Wow, you’re not bad at all without your glasses.”

Matty could swear his cheeks were turning pink. He reached for the glasses, but Rusty had already grabbed them. “Rusty, come on. I don’t see very well without them.”

“But you’re not blind, right?”

“No,” Matty admitted. Even without glasses, he could see how sexy Rusty was, his broad shoulders showing from the tank top, his generous mouth stretched into a knowing grin, and his mischievous green eyes announcing that their owner was up to no good.

“Then, for what remains of this tutoring session, they will sit over here.” Rusty placed the glasses on top of the closet and came back to the table. “Now, tell me,” he said, suddenly assuming the role of professor, “what made you dress up like this today?”

Matty stared at Rusty. Was he really asking that? Oh, fuck, what was he supposed to say?

“You thought of my advice, right?” Rusty continued.

“Your advice?” Matty asked slowly, while using the reprieve to gather his wits about him.

“To show off the goods, man!” Rusty exclaimed. “Come to the mirror. I’ll tell you what you did good and what wrong.”

“Are you a fashion expert now?” Matty glared and crossed his arms.

“When it comes to impressing chicks, I am. You’re almost there.”

It wasn’t very surprising that Rusty had a full-size mirror in a corner of his room. The dumbbell rack on the side told him that the guy was checking his proper form while training his muscles. And Matty wanted to be a fly on the wall so that he could watch Rusty doing that. A very excited fly, for sure.

He moved reluctantly. Rusty would pester him, anyway, and he wanted to be pestered.

Rusty pushed him in front of the mirror and came to stand behind him. Matty had to bite his lips. He didn’t look that bad next to Rusty. Or maybe that was just his wishful imagination. Rusty was clearly taller and he only had to move his chin up a bit to rest it on top of Matty’s head. His superior muscular shape framed Matty’s smaller one so well that they looked like they were parts made to fit each other.

“The first problem, as I see it,” Rusty began, “is your attitude. Stop hunching.” He put his hands on Matty’s shoulders and rubbed them a little. “Come on, relax a bit.”

It was hard not to. It was also hard not to do other things, and Matty closed his eyes for a moment.

“Good. Now, you have nice arms. You should show them.” Rusty began rolling the small sleeves up and turned Matty left and right so that he could see the effect. “You know, it’s not the size of your guns, but what you can do with them.”

“What exactly am I supposed to do with them?” Matty asked.

“Quiet in class,” Rusty ordered. “Now, it’s good that you went for tighter pants, but in all honesty, my dude, they show your ass off a bit too much.”

“Is that a problem?” Matty quipped. “Aren’t you the one always saying I should show off the goods?”

“Yeah. But, you know, it’s like you don’t want to draw certain people’s attention with this.” Rusty turned him around unapologetically and smacked his ass briefly.

Matty remained turned and stared at him. “What people?” he asked, holding his breath.

Rusty looked down at him. “Dudes. Dudes who are into other dudes. You show off ass. Instead of lady boners, you’ll make dicks hard.”

“Oh,” Matty managed and gulped. He was so close to Rusty he couldn’t not smell him. And he was directly facing his Adam’s apple, which he suddenly was very much in the mood to lick. “Whose dick?” he asked in a small voice without taking his eyes off Rusty’s throat. It was safer to keep his eyes there. Sort of.

“Does it matter?” Rusty asked and snorted. “Wait… wait, wait, wait… dude!”

“Yeah?” Matty asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“No girlfriend… best friend is a girl… oh, fuck, how didn’t I see it? Are you into dudes?”

TBC