Chapter Two – Not Like Other Boys

The cutie in his arms moaned softly and turned his face away. Jamie was about to go for his secret move and lick the perfect little shell-shaped ear presenting itself so prettily but stopped abruptly. Did he always do that? His secret move was not a secret anymore, as the creepo who wrote Xpress had offered a detailed description of Jamie’s seduction techniques. Also, didn’t that make him boring?

“What’s the matter?” the college boy in his arms asked. “Don’t tell me you’re not in the mood anymore.”

“I’m always in the mood, baby,” he said with a smile, but the way his facial muscles cramped told him that he wasn’t making a very good impression right now.

“That’s all right,” the cutie said with a sigh. “I don’t think I’m over my ex, anyway.”

Sometimes, Jamie’s mission to get college boys in his bed got a little complicated as it seemed that guys who were barely out of a relationship flocked to him, determined to have a little bit of rebound sex. And Jamie was great at offering just that.

Tonight, he had talked with his date for two hours straight, offering the pretty boy all the reasons in the world why he had to forget about his scumbag of an ex-boyfriend and enjoy college life to the fullest. Although he enjoyed that part, too, in this case, it had gotten just a little bit strenuous.

And now, because he hesitated for… what? Two fractions of a second? Damn, he was thinking way too much about the crap that gossip rag was spewing about him.

“Hey,” he said softly while trying to bring the guy around by wrapping his arms around him and pressing him against the bed. “I know just the remedy for that.” He pushed his pelvis against the other’s, pleased to see that there was an immediate reaction.

However, it looked like the guy’s other head was, after all, in control, because even after a long kiss, Jamie found himself pushed gently away.

“Everything you’ve told me tonight has really helped me, Jamie. It made me wonder if I was in the wrong, too--”

--when exactly had he said that?

“—and that maybe I was too harsh and wanted too much--”

--what the actual fuck?

“—and I should really think about giving him a second chance.”

Jamie bit his bottom lip to stop himself from shouting in frustration. He was affable, well-mannered, you name it, but when his little friend wanted some action, it was better if nothing stood in his way. Right now, it looked like he needed to push that cat back in the bag, while said feline was in no mood to be mistreated in that manner.

“You really think so?” he asked, forcing himself to smile again. He moved his fingers slowly along the guy’s collarbone – another of his signature moves, one that Xpress didn’t know about – but it looked like the soft lips enticing him from up close were no longer in the mood to dance with Jamie’s skilled tongue.

“Yeah.” The cutie grabbed his cheeks and kissed him loudly on the lips. “You know, I think you might make it big if you ever decide to become a sex and relationship therapist.”

“I don’t think I’m cut out for that.” I’d probably die of a severe case of blue balls if every patient of mine ended up like this. “I mean, I’d have to give up the sex since every guy I’d meet would lie on my sofa with no thought of getting freaky with me.”

Had he just said all of that out loud?

The pretty college boy gave him a long look. “So are you into this only for the sex?” he asked slowly, as if he needed to tread carefully.

Jamie shrugged. “I like sex and I can’t deny it.”

“So you weren’t only interested in making me feel better?”

“I don’t see a contradiction between the two,” Jamie replied truthfully, although he was beginning to feel apprehensive about this line of questioning and where it was going.

His host got up from the bed with precise, deliberate moves. “See you around, Jamie?”

The nice equivalent of ‘fuck off’.

“Sure,” he said, ignoring his bruised ego for a moment – that would come later – and pushed himself up. He sauntered to the door, all the while pretending that he didn’t care that he was being given the cold shoulder for a change. “Are you sure?” he asked, offering his winning smile.

“Yes,” the guy replied. “Jamie, if you don’t mind my telling you this, you seem a bit callous to me.”

“Callous? Me? How so?”

“Yeah.” The cutie bit on his bottom lip hard. “This whole routine you’re doing. It feels rehearsed.”

“Really? Only earlier, you told me I could be a sex therapist.”

“Yes, as long as you’re not doing it with the sole intention of sleeping with your clients.”

“Patients,” Jamie corrected him.

The slanting look thrown his way did nothing good for his nerves. “You know what I mean. You’re having soulless sex.”

“For real,” Jamie said, while one corner of his lips twisted into a grimace. “You can’t be serious.”

“Yes, I am. You’re nice to talk to, and maybe you’re nice in bed to. But outside of all that, not so nice. I’ve heard people talking.”

“What people?” This was all news to him. His hookups always said he was the best.

The cutie shrugged his shoulders. “Everyone.”

Jamie groaned and ran one hand over his face. “Is this about the stupid shit Xpress keeps on peddling about me? That rag should just shut the fuck up.”

“What it says is on point. I mean, you’re a heartbreaker by definition.” His host snapped his fingers as if a brilliant idea had just come to him. “Maybe that’s why you know how to give the best advice about others.”

“Other heartbreakers? By the way, you just told me you want to get back together with that asshole.”

“Well, what’s the difference?” Another indifferent shrug that was starting to get on his nerves. “Besides, do you even remember my name?”

Jamie wracked his brain for a moment. Fuck, he hadn’t paid attention, had he?

“Okay, you got me there. What’s your name?”

The cutie gave him a long judgmental look. “It’s Mitch.”

Jamie threw his arms in the air. “That’s it. I’m out of here.”

He didn’t even look back to check if his date for tonight was taking the time to stare longingly after him. By how fast he closed the door, that was probably just wishful thinking.

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