Chapter 21
Oliver
Twenty-four hours after my date with Huxley, I convince myself that enough time has passed to ask him out on another date. At this point, if I come across as overeager, I no longer care. Huxley is consuming all my thoughts, making it impossibly hard to concentrate on work.
Our evening together was nothing short of mind-blowingly good; the only downside was Huxley going home. I want to spend an entire night with him, hold him in my arms and wake up to those soulful green eyes.
Huxley might think it’s too soon, but I’m willing to put myself out there. My affection for him grows every day; it’s an undeniable force I’m unable and unwilling to fight.
Me: Would you like to come over for dinner on Saturday? We could have a relaxing night in. We can watch something on Netflix and I’ll cook. If you’d like, you could bring Louis and stay the night xx
After staring at my phone waiting for a reply for a full minute, I give up and stack the dishwasher instead. It’s a maddening seventeen minutes later—but who’s counting—when Huxley replies.
Huxley: You beat me to it - I was just about to text you and ask if you were free on Saturday. Should I pack my toothbrush and PJs or just my toothbrush? ;) Louis will be very excited to see Cazaly! What time? x
“Yes!” I punch out. Cazaly jumps up and barks. “It’s okay, boy. Your dad just got a date and so did you.”
Me: How about 6? You can stay and hangout all day Sunday too, if you’d like. We can take the dogs to the dog park again or for a walk. PS toothbrush only ;)
Huxley: I might be able to hang out on Sunday, but I have some grading to do. I would do it on Saturday, but I have plans during the day with Maddie
Me: Bring the grading with you. I have some class planning to do on the weekend as well. We can just hang out, get our work done, and take the dogs for a walk when we want a break. But no pressure.
I don’t actually have any work to do on the weekend, but I’m happy to invent some.
Huxley: Okay then – if you’ve got work too. When you get sick of me, just kick me out.
Me: That’ll never happen xx
Huxley: It’s a date then. See you tom at school x
It’s 5:35 PM on Saturday and I’m still in my room, buck naked because I’m unable to decide what to wear. Should I go casual in trackies and a hoodie? Or should I put on jeans and a decent shirt? With time running out, I throw on my most comfortable jeans and a white T-shirt.
Then I brush my teeth for the fourth time today and finish off with more mouthwash. “What are you doing?” I ask my reflection. I’ll need to brush my teeth again before we go to bed anyway.
Shit, I’m really nervous. I’ve got this stupid idea in my head that the success or failure of our first night together will determine how things will, or won’t, progress. Do I want a serious boyfriend?
“Yes,” I announce.
“Hrrmmph.”
I look down at Cazaly by my feet. “Appreciate the support, Caz. How about you? Do you want a serious boyfriend?”
His head cocks to one side and then the other. “Ruh-roh.”
“Nervous too, huh?” I give him a pat then head back into my bedroom.
Opening the bedside drawer, I stare at the supplies I purchased this morning—condoms and lube—then quickly close it again.
To be honest, I’m not sure if I’m ready to have anal sex with Huxley.
I know I’d prefer to top and that I’m scared to bottom.
But even thinking about topping makes me break out in a nervous sweat.
Plenty of my mates have bragged about having anal with their girlfriends, but I’ve never done it before.
Part of me cannot believe it doesn’t hurt the bottom.
I’ve read a lot of stuff over the last few weeks, and it all points to my assumptions being wrong.
With time and preparation, and getting used to the sensation, it seems that it’s incredibly pleasurable.
Certainly, the men in porn seem to enjoy themselves.
Koa hasn’t bottomed yet, but I know he’s keen to try. We talked for ages last night; I can’t imagine how I would be coping right now if I didn’t have him to turn to. He’s been so patient, answering all my questions and soothing my nerves. I just wish he was here.
Now, Huxley has repeatedly said he enjoys bottoming, so I guess that’s all that matters.
My fear about topping is that I won’t make him feel good.
What if I go too fast, too slow, too hard, too soft?
Should I rim Huxley? Should I finger him?
What positions are best? My vision blurs and I close my eyes, trying to slow my thundering heart.
When I’m with Huxley, it’s like I’m spinning out of control. I’m either stupidly horny or overwhelmed by all these…feelings! The high possibility of falling in love doesn’t escape me, but I’m too scared to admit that just yet.
In the kitchen, my eyes land on the two cakes I baked. Why did I think one wasn’t enough? Huxley will think I’m crazy.
The meal is already prepared, so I slip it into the oven and set the timer for 7:00. I also grab two wine glasses and set them on the counter. Cazaly, who’s followed me into the kitchen hoping for a treat, turns toward the front door, ears pricked.
“Is Louis here?” I ask.
“Mrr-woof,” Cazaly replies then trots off. Taking a deep breath, I follow. The bell rings before I reach the door.
When I open it and set my eyes on Huxley, my pulse quickens.
“Hey,” he says, setting Louis down to greet Cazaly. The two dogs bounce around each other, tails wagging, then run down the hall together.
“Hey Hux, come in.” I grab him by his hoodie and pull him inside, stealing a few kisses in the entranceway.
A few minutes later, we’re settled on the couch with a glass of wine while the dogs play outside in the courtyard.
“How was your day with Maddie?” I ask.
“It was good. We went shopping and had lunch.”
“How long have you known each other?”
“We became friends in high school. We were fifteen, so about seven years now. She knew I was being bullied and asked me if I was okay. I had felt so alone until she came into my life. I eventually told her about Zac, and she tried to get me to leave him, but I wouldn’t listen.
I think of her like a sister. It must be nice having a sibling. Tell me about your brother.”
I take another sip of wine then place the glass on the coffee table, unsure of what I should say.
I don’t want to give Huxley a bad impression of Reece, but I also don’t want to lie.
“We argued a lot when we were growing up. After I finished high school, I tried to patch things up. I mean, I love him—he’s my brother—but he can be a complete jerk sometimes.
He thinks he’s always right and he’s loud about it, too. We’re nothing alike.”
Huxley shuffles uncomfortably, looking down at his lap. “How do you think he’d react to you being bi?”
I sigh, not keen to answer such a direct question.
“I don’t think he’ll be very accepting. He’s mouthed off before about his views on the gay community and he’s definitely homophobic.
I hope he’ll adjust once he gets used to it.
I’ll come out to my Mum first, because I know she’ll be okay.
She’s always loved Koa and treated him like he’s part of our family.
But I’m not sure when I’ll come out to Reece. ”
I take Huxley’s hand. “I’m embarrassed that he thinks like that, and I’m sorry. It’s not fair to you.”
Huxley frowns, green eyes full of concern. “Oliver, it’s not fair to you. You never need to apologise on behalf of your brother. You’re not responsible for what he says and does.”
Huxley’s response makes me feel a little better, but I can’t help but stress about the hurt Reece could unleash on him if they ever met.
Dinner turns out great. It’s only simple—lasagna and a salad—but Huxley compliments my cooking and has almost emptied his plate.
I’d like to bring up what happened at school again, but I’m not keen to risk ruining our night. It’s frustrating that nothing has been solved. Yes, Huxley has cleverly placed a pride flag on his desk, but how long before someone reports it to Principal Williams and he’s asked to remove that, too?
At the risk of causing a hiccup in the evening, I test the waters. “Have you put any more thought into formally objecting to the pride badge ban?”
Huxley’s fork halts mid-air. “No. There are ways around it without causing a fuss. The students all know I’m gay now, and if Williams tells me to remove the flag, then I’ll just find some other way.”
“But doing that could escalate things. You’re a new teacher and you don’t want to risk your job by pissing off Williams.”
Huxley raises his eyebrows. “And I suppose you have a better idea?”
Placing my knife and fork down, I consider before answering. “Maybe. I think I should find support from the rest of the faculty, so Williams realises no one agrees with his decision. If it comes from multiple teachers, and not just you, then you can’t be held responsible.”
Huxley taps his index finger against his knife, and I wonder if I’m stressing him out. I add, “I also don’t want to work in a school where discrimination is allowed. Let me show my support, Hux. Can you at least think about it?”
“Okay, I will,” he agrees.
An hour into the movie, sitting next to Huxley is no longer enough. “You wanna lie down?” I whisper in his ear.
“Mmm, yeah.” Huxley’s hand lands high on my thigh and squeezes.
We shuffle around until we’re both laying on our sides facing the screen—my chest to his back.
I wrap my arm around him, pulling him closer so our bodies are flush.
He covers my hand with his, thumb rubbing gently back and forth.
It’s such a little thing, but my mind switches off the movie and zones in on the touch.
Nuzzling into his curls, I breathe in his scent, which is a delicate balance of masculine and feminine that is intriguing and intoxicating. Eyes dropping to the curve of Huxley’s neck, my heart quickens.
I press my lips to Huxley’s shoulder first, then higher and higher, until I pull his earlobe into my mouth and suck. Huxley hums, arching his ass back. Blood rushes to my cock as I continue to kiss and nibble on Huxley’s slender neck.
He pushes back again, my fingers travelling down his abs and over his dick, wanting to know if he’s as turned on as I am.
He most definitely is. Huxley pushes his ass back more insistently this time. “You like that?” he teases.
“I like everything about you.”
Huxley twists in my arms, tilting his face up to mine, the invitation clear. We kiss, tongues tangling, urgent and unrelenting. Soon, he pushes me onto my back and climbs on top. We continue making out like teenagers, with rolling hips and wandering hands.
It’s Huxley that finally gives in, standing up and holding out his hand. “Let’s take this to bed.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” I stand too, switching off the TV before taking Huxley’s hand. Cazaly and Louis are curled up together in the living room doggy bed, sound asleep. They don’t even stir as I switch off the lights and lead Huxley to the bedroom.
“Hux, do you want to use the bathroom first?” I flip on the bedside lamp and close the blinds. When he doesn’t answer, I turn to find him standing in the doorway, expression uncertain. “What is it?”
“Can we talk for a minute?”
“Of course.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “Come and sit down.” Huxley joins me and I wait for him to gather his thoughts. He looks as nervous as I feel.
“I wasn’t sure how far you wanted to go tonight. I’m not even sure how much you know about the…how should I put this…the intricacies of sex between men. You want to top me, right?”
Huxley’s words reignite my arousal, my cheeks reddening at his bluntness. I’m embarrassed to talk about this stuff, but I know we need to. “Yeah, I think so. It’s…um, what I fantasise about. But I’ll try bottoming if you’d prefer that. I’m open to learning and experimenting.”
Huxley smiles and takes my hand, calming me immediately.
“I was being honest when I said I prefer to bottom. Although I don’t mind mixing it up every now and again. Do you know that bottoming takes some preparation?”
“You mean douching, right? Or do you mean like, um, fingering?”
Huxley giggles. “I’m not laughing at you, Oliver. I promise. It’s just cute seeing you flustered. I was referring to douching. Hopefully the other part we’ll do together.”
“So you’re saying you wanna douche?” I ask.
“Honestly, I’m usually fine without, but maybe for our first time I’d like to. But it means we’d have to wait about half an hour or so. If I know in advance, then I’ll be organised. I just know we said we were going to take this slow. Is that okay?”
I cradle Huxley’s face, caressing his cheekbone. “Of course it’s okay. There’s plenty of other things we can do, and I need practice at everything.” I press a kiss to his lips. “But I do want to fuck you.”
Huxley smiles. “I want that too. I think about you fucking me all the time.”
“Why is that so hot?” I ask, moving in to kiss up his neck.
Huxley whispers in my ear, “I can’t wait until you’re inside me.”
“Oh fuck.”
Then Huxley is gone, heading into the bathroom.
I flop back onto the bed, out of breath and hard.
Squeezing my dick through the fabric of my jeans, I listen to the sounds coming from the bathroom—the toilet flushing and the bathroom tap turning on and off.
Once the bathroom door opens, I sit up. Huxley returns wearing only his very tight, and very cute, black briefs.
“Do you have lube?” he asks, stepping between my legs.
I run my hands up the back of his thighs and over the curve of his ass. “I do. In the bedside drawer.”
Huxley opens it, eyes widening at the two packets of condoms and lube. “I’m impressed,” he says, taking out the bottle. “You got the good lube. Now go and use the bathroom. I have an idea.”
“Okay.” I have no clue what Huxley’s idea could be, but I take myself to the bathroom, pee, and then brush my teeth meticulously.
I also strip down to my underwear, inspecting my body in the mirror.
When I return, Huxley is in my bed, propped up on the pillows.
It crosses my mind that I'd like him here every night.