Chapter 20
Huxley
On Wednesdays, I have yard duty at recess.
Before I head out, I pull the mini pride flag from my bag and place it on the corner of my desk.
Williams said I wasn’t to wear a pride pin, so I won’t.
But he didn’t say anything about what I could put on my desk.
Smiling smugly, I put on my hi-vis vest, grab the first aid bum bag and head out into the yard.
On the drive to the restaurant for our double date, I pluck up the courage to confront Oliver about the gossip circulating at school. “Oliver, don’t you think you should tell me about what you did yesterday?”
“What did I do yesterday?” Oliver replies, his head turning to glance at me.
“I told you on Monday that I didn’t want you to get involved.”
“Oh, that. Hang on, what? How do you know what I did?”
I shoot a quick glare in Oliver’s direction before returning my eyes to the road.
“Michelle wanted to know if it was true that I was suing the school for discrimination. She told me she’d heard you confronted Bob Fellows and there was an argument.
What exactly has Bob Fellows got to do with my pride pin? I almost wish I’d never worn it.”
“Bloody hell, you know what this means, don’t you?”
“No Oliver,” I say, indicating when I spot a car park. “That’s the whole point. I don’t know what this means or what you did because you didn’t tell me.”
Once the car is parked and the ignition off, I turn to face him. We are ten minutes early, and I want to get this out in the open before dinner.
Oliver undoes his seatbelt and takes my hand. “I’m sorry. I should have told you, but I didn’t want to upset you, and I thought I could fix it. But now it seems like I’ve made it worse.”
“Keep talking,” I say shortly.
“On Monday night, I read the code of conduct, and it made me angry because Williams is using it to hide behind. I also heard that Bob had been complaining about your pin last week and he’d told some teachers he was going to complain to Williams. Which, obviously, he did.
Tuesday morning before school, I confronted him and let him know what I thought of what he’d done.
Then I went to see Williams to try to get him to change his mind. ”
“But that doesn’t explain why people think I’m suing the school,” I say irritated.
Oliver frowns, blinking twice as he considers this.
“Um…yeah, well…I told Williams that his decision could open up the school to litigation. Which means that Williams must have told someone what I said, and now it’s doing the rounds.
Huxley, I didn’t say you were going to sue.
I was trying to let Williams know how seriously wrong he is. I’m sorry. Truly.”
I’m disappointed Oliver went ahead and did something I expressly asked him not to do, but I can see how genuinely sorry he is.
If I’m being truthful, a little part of me is also kind of turned on thinking about Oliver standing up for me.
“You haven’t been in my classroom since I’ve redecorated,” I say.
“What? Are we changing the subject? You’re not mad at me?” Oliver’s hopeful face is adorable.
“I am a little mad, but it is kinda hot that you did that. And no, I’m not changing the subject. I put a mini pride flag on my desk yesterday.”
Oliver bursts into laughter. “You didn’t?”
“I did. Williams only specified I couldn’t wear a pride badge.”
“I’m so proud of you, Hux.”
I grab Oliver’s jacket lapels and pull his lips to mine. It takes only seconds to get lost in the kiss.
But a knock on the car window causes us to fly apart. Maddie stares at us through the window, cocky and amused. Lara is behind her, laughing hysterically and waving at Oliver, who waves back. “Seriously, Maddie?” I ask as soon as I get the window down.
“You couldn’t wait until after dinner? It’s 7:03 PM, you’re late.” Maddie bends down so she can get a better look at Oliver. “I’m guessing this is Oliver?”
“Hi, you must be Maddie. Nice to meet you.” Oliver’s blushing.
“Oliver, these are my best friends, Maddie and Lara. Ladies, this is Oliver.”
“Hi Oliver, so nice to meet you,” Lara says, smiling as she pushes Maddie out of the way.
“Nice to meet you too, Lara.”
I press the button and the window starts to close. “We’ll meet you in there in a few minutes.”
Once Maddie and Lara have headed into the restaurant, I turn to Oliver. “Are you okay about them seeing us kiss?”
“Yeah, I was just worried I’d made a bad impression. I want them to like me.”
“Maddie is very protective of the people she loves, but I know you two will hit it off.”
“I hope so. Shall we go in?”
The double date is a resounding success. Oliver wins over Maddie as the night wears on, and Lara loves Oliver immediately.
Oliver is amazing—he holds my hand, places his arm around my shoulders, and even kisses my temple during dessert. It feels like we’re already an out couple.
All my reservations fall away: it seems like Oliver will be out to everyone in no time. Despite all the bullshit at school, I’m feeling hopeful about the future. A future where I can visualise Oliver standing firmly beside me.
On the drive back to Oliver’s place, I wonder if I’ll be invited in since it’s a school night. It’s almost 10:00 PM when I pull up outside his apartment building. I don’t care if I lose sleep if it means I get to take things further with Oliver.
We haven’t spoken much about how he felt after Saturday night, but he’s continued to be very physical, leading me to assume it’s full steam ahead. Oliver's got me so horny that I considered jerking off before the date so I could last longer if something happens tonight.
“I was…um…hoping you might want to come inside for a while?” Oliver’s eyes shine bright, even under the shadows of the streetlights. “We could have a drink or…”
“Or what, Oliver?” I raise my eyebrows. He’s a giant, adorable, dorky teddy bear when he loses his confidence.
He smiles coyly. “Come on, Huxley. Don’t make this hard for me.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, butterflies fluttering to life in my stomach. “I thought the entire point was to make this hard for you.”
“So that’s how you’re gonna play it, is it? Alright then, get your ass inside. We’ll forgo the drink.”
Oliver swings the door open with a smirk on his face, his confidence returned.
This version of Oliver is probably my favourite.
This is the Oliver that features in my fantasies—he knows what he wants and he goes after it.
He’s determined and passionate yet never aggressive.
I expect that, once he explores who he is as a queer man, he might label himself as a soft dom. And I won’t be disappointed in that.
I clamber out of the car and follow Oliver up the path to his front door.
He pulls his house key from his pocket as I press myself to his back, my hands snaking around his hips until they land on his cock. Much to my amusement, Oliver immediately fumbles with his keys.
“Oh fuck, Huxley.”
I giggle, loving the effect my body has on him. It makes me feel good about myself in a way I haven’t for a long time.
Finally, Oliver gets the key in the hole and we stumble inside, immediately met by an excited Cazaly.
“Not now, Caz,” Oliver says, closing the front door then turning to face me. Oliver turns, and I gasp as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Oliver, put me down,” I say, laughing, as he marches us towards the bedroom.
Thankfully, rather than doing what I ask, Oliver slaps me on the ass, and I like that more than I’ll ever admit.
“Are you sure you wanna be put down?” Oliver asks. “Because it sounds like you’re loving it.”
He enters the bedroom, flips on the light, then throws me onto his bed. Oliver is on me instantly, pressing my legs apart to make room for himself, and pinning my hands above my head.
We stop, eyes locked and out of breath. Fuck I want this man, and I know he wants me too; the hunger in his gaze is palpable.
“I wanna go further,” Oliver says, his voice dropping low and husky. “I want you in my mouth. Wanna know how you taste.”
His words render me mute, and all I can do is nod. Oliver kisses me, languid and wet, and my toes curl as every nerve in my body fires up with excitement.
“Fuck, yes,” I sigh.
Oliver drags his lips down my jaw, then licks and nibbles at my neck until he’s pushing my collar open and kissing the hollow at the base of my throat. Somehow, he undoes my shirt buttons as he continues his descent over my chest and stomach, lavishing me with needy affection.
He makes quick work of my jeans button and zipper, my dick hardening with the anticipation of being sucked off.
“Lift,” he says, already tugging at the waistband of my jeans.
I raise my hips and my jeans and underwear are pulled off in one smooth motion, my cock standing at full mast. By God, I need Oliver to touch me, but first I want him naked. “Take off your clothes.”
Sitting up, I remove my shirt and toss it aside. The sight of Oliver standing over me as he slowly undresses is quite a show. “God, you’re perfect, Oliver.”
He smiles at the compliment, pride crossing his face before he repositions himself back on the bed between my legs. “And you’re beautiful.” Oliver caresses down my thighs, then leans forward, and kisses my right hip before moving to the left. It’s pure torture, my cock desperate for attention.
“Oliver,” I plead, voice shaky.
Big, strong hands grip my hips and hold me in place as Oliver rubs his cheek against my shaft.
“Oliver, please,” I whine, trying to lift my hips to no avail.
“Patience, Hux. I wanna take my time. Your skin is so fucking soft.”
Oliver finally wraps a hand around the base of my cock, his tongue circling the head. He laps up the pre-cum, dipping into the slit, humming as the taste hits his tongue.
“Oh God that’s good,” I moan.
Oliver’s mouth sinks down over my cock and I lift my head to watch, fingers threading into his hair.