Chapter 23
Oliver
When I wake, it’s to the warmth of Huxley’s body, my face nuzzled perfectly into his neck. I’ve no memory of moving in my sleep, but naked spooning is a great way to start the day. For a few minutes I lie still, listening to Huxley breathe, happy to spend my entire Sunday like this.
I’m hard, as I am most mornings, and a lack of restraint has me slowly rocking my cock against Huxley’s ass. The elegant curve of his neck is fast becoming an obsession, and I can’t resist trailing kisses from his ear to his shoulder.
Huxley stirs, humming sleepily at my touch. “Good morning, Mr. Turner. I see you’re up bright and early this morning.”
“Morning Mr. Sinclair,” I reply, squeezing his pec. “I couldn’t resist.”
He drags my hand down his abs until it reaches his cock. “I see you feel the same way.”
Huxley wiggles his ass—such a tease—and I rock into him while I stroke his cock.
With a little adjusting, I position myself so I’m sliding between his ass cheeks and thighs, precum aiding the motion.
I imagine waking up next to Huxley every morning, starting each day with lazy, sensual orgasms—with our hands, mouths, or a slow spoon fuck.
We’d be late for work, but I doubt we’d care.
“Wanna kiss you,” Huxley moans.
I couldn’t agree more. “So turn around and kiss me, then.”
“Morning breath.”
“I don’t care.”
He turns in my arms, and we get a hand on each other’s erections as our mouths connect.
A few minutes later, we’re sated but a complete mess, so we head into the bathroom together.
After showering, feeding the dogs, and eating breakfast, we sit at the dining table with our laptops and start working.
Huxley has on my favourite hoodie, after saying he forgot to pack one.
But I’m not convinced after catching him smelling it before asking if he could wear it.
It's swimming on his lean frame, but Huxley in my clothes is doing it for me.
As I sneak a look at him over my laptop, a warmth spreads throughout my chest. This thing between us feels like the start of something.
“Oliver, are you staring at me?” Huxley continues typing, eyes still on the screen, a little smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
“Maybe,” I admit.
“Well, stop it, I’m trying to concentrate and you’re…well, you’re distracting.” Huxley’s eyes flash up to meet mine for a second.
“I think you’re distracting. Why do you have to look so cute all the time?”
Huxley’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “Shut up, Oli!”
“How are you blushing after what we did last night and this morning?”
He finally stops typing and meets my gaze. “Oh, you want to go there, do you? Cos you were blushing plenty last night.”
I nod, feeling my own face heat. “Hmm, true. Get back to your work.”
Huxley laughs at his victory. Casting my eyes back down to my laptop screen, I pretend to work. Barely a minute passes before my eyes flick up once again.
Mid-morning, we take a break with a cup of coffee and a slice cake. Okay, so I have two slices. Then without thinking, I blurt out, “Are you still worried I’m using you as an experiment?”
Huxley frowns. “I wasn’t. But I am now. What made you ask that? Am I acting like I’m worried?”
Oh fuck. This was stupid. “No, not at all. I just don’t want you to be worried. I guess what I mean is… I want this, us, to be something. I know we haven’t been seeing each other very long, but everything has changed for me.”
Huxley’s face relaxes. “Would you say you’re definitely bi? Like, do you feel comfortable with that label? You’re not questioning if you’re gay? Or still straight?”
“I’m bi. I mean, I can still see a beautiful woman and recognise I’m attracted to her. What’s different now is that I’m also aware of men I’m attracted to. I guess I was keeping that part of myself suppressed.”
Huxley falls silent, turning his head to look out into the back courtyard.
“What is it?” I ask. “What did I say that upset you?”
“Nothing upset me. It’s just…” Huxley sighs.
“I guess it still worries me that I’m the first guy you’ve been with.
What if this becomes serious and two years from now you feel like you missed out on experiences with other men?
There’s a whole queer community out there, Oliver.
Have you even been to a gay club? There are twinks, bears, and otters.
There’s daddies and leather guys, and too many kinks to name. ”
Shit, I didn’t mean for the conversation to end up like this.
I reach for Huxley’s hand, needing the contact.
“I get where you’re coming from. I do. But for me, I think if I’ve found the right person, I wouldn’t have eyes for anyone else.
And, if you must know, I’ve been to a few gay bars with Koa, and I know all those things exist and there’s a whole culture.
But it doesn’t interest me that much. I sowed my wild oats at uni and no, it wasn’t with guys, but I feel like I’m done with that lifestyle.
I want something stable, and hopefully marriage and a family one day.
Going to a sex party or fucking an otter doesn’t make me more bi.
I know I’m bi, otherwise I wouldn’t be experiencing this with you. So please, Hux, don’t think like that.”
I place a kiss to his knuckles. “Besides, we can always explore our kinks together.”
Huxley laughs. “Do you have any kinks, Oliver?”
I shrug, happy to see Huxley smiling. “Maybe. Or I might just be boring vanilla. See, you might get tired of me.”
“Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“I hope not,” I say, leaning in for a kiss.
In the afternoon, we take the dogs down to the park. It’s busy on the weekend, but Cazaly and Louis don’t seem to care. It's extremely cute when Cazaly barks at any dog who tries to intimidate little Louis. He will be as unhappy as me when the day is over and Huxley and Louis head home.
After a game of catch, then tug-o-war, Huxley and I sit down on a park bench while the two dogs have some time to run around. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I open the camera. “We need photos. It is our first weekend together, after all.”
Huxley scoots in closer and we take a few shots, including some silly ones.
“We should take some photos with the dogs,” I suggest.
I stand and call for Cazaly, who comes running. Louis dutifully follows behind. We have trouble getting the dogs to sit still, but eventually take some great shots, which I AirDrop to Huxley, along with the ones of us.
After leashing the dogs, I take Huxley’s hand for the walk back to the car. I notice a few people stare at us, their eyes dropping to our joined hands, but I couldn’t care less. In fact, I feel proud.
Back at home, Huxley pulls me down onto the couch for a make-out session, which is interspersed with tickling, play fighting, and then more kissing, until we’re exhausted.
Huxley finally flops down on top of me. “I’m tired out. I think I need a nap.”
“Me too,” I agree.
When I wake, the sun is low in the sky. The weekend is almost over, and I don’t want Huxley to go home. Like, ever. Never before have I wanted to be around the person I’m dating all the time, like I do with Huxley.
It’s probably too soon to ask him if he wants to make this official. Maybe in another week or two. This is only our first overnight together, and we haven’t fully fucked yet—not that it matters—I know what I want, and it’s Huxley.
The man is still asleep on top of me, his head resting on my chest. He looks so beautiful and peaceful. As I run my fingers through Huxley’s curls, he stirs, tilting his head up to look at me through sleepy eyes.
“Did you have a nice nap?”
He rubs one eye. “Uh huh. I slept like a baby. What time is it?”
I glance at my watch. “Just after 6:30.”
“Okay, I need to pee like right now and then Louis and I should head home.”
Once Huxley heads off to the bathroom, I sit up and stretch. His phone vibrates on the coffee table, and I catch a glimpse of the message. It’s the ex, Bradley. Again!
I’ve no right to get mad or jealous, but the emotions are hard to ignore. We’ve never spoken about our exes, other than Huxley telling me about Zac in high school, but maybe we should. I stupidly read the first part before the screen goes black.
Bradley: Hey honey, when are we catching up for a drink?
Has Huxley has been planning to catch up with Bradley the whole time we’ve been dating? Why would he do that and not let me know? It seems out of character.
I stand and pace, not knowing what to do with all this energy pumping through my veins. How the hell do I bring it up, since the only reason I know is from invading his privacy?
By the time Huxley returns, I’m in a fucking panic. He goes straight to his phone, no doubt having seen the text on his watch already.
“Who’s that texting you?” I ask, trying, but failing to sound casual.
Huxley freezes, eyes meeting mine. “What? Nobody. It’s nothing.”
“I thought it said Bradley. I know I shouldn’t have been looking, but it was right there in front of me. Is that your ex-Bradley?”
Huxley frowns, eyes narrowing. “Did I tell you about Bradley?”
“Um, well, no. But I saw him on your Insta. It was obvious from the photos you two were together for quite a while. Are you still spending time with him?”
Huxley’s expression turns to one of disgust. “No! God no. We were together for about a year and a half and broke up over a year ago. I probably should’ve told you about him but it’s early days for us, and Bradley is just being annoying.
He keeps texting me because he thinks he wants to get back together.
I'm trying to ignore him, but he keeps going. Oliver, I told him I was seeing someone, but he doesn’t believe it. ”
I relax a little and close the distance between us. “Why doesn’t he believe it?”