Chapter 29
Oliver
By late Monday afternoon, I’m losing my mind.
Attempts to keep my thoughts at bay about the school situation are proving moderate at best. I’ve taken Cazaly out to play catch, jerked off while thinking about Huxley, gone to the gym, baked not one, but two cakes, watched a movie, and talked to Mum on the phone.
One minute I’m ready to hire a lawyer and take legal action, and the next I’m about to give up and let Jake and Troy back on the team.
Truth be told, I believe it would be extremely hard to prove Williams is discriminating on the basis of sexual orientation.
Especially with the way the laws are set up to protect religious freedom in private schools.
There’s far too much grey for my liking.
Disallowing pride merch in a classroom and letting a couple of teen boys say a few discriminatory words does not a lawsuit make.
As for my suspension, it was given for refusing to follow a direct order from my superior, plain and simple.
Now if Huxley got fired, or was prevented from a promotion, then we might have grounds for legal action.
But only if we could prove Williams made those decisions based on sexual orientation.
And proving it with facts and evidence would be easier said than done.
At 5:00 PM, I lie down on the couch and scroll through Huxley’s texts from earlier today.
Huxley: Are you up yet or did you sleep in? x
Me: I’m up cos I’m thinking about you ;) Still in bed, though. Wish my boyfriend was here with me. Miss you xx
Huxley: Your boyfriend also wishes he was there with you. Miss you, too x
Me: These two days will pass fast. On Wednesday, I’m going to feel you up in the supply room.
Huxley: Promises promises! Hey I’ve gotta go. I’ll text at recess x
Huxley: What have you been doing? I’m stuck on yard duty now.
Me: Played with Cazaly and then went to the gym. They gave you an extra duty!?
Huxley: A kid fell over and I had to use the first aid kit. Did you have a good workout?
Me: Workout was okay. It helped with the frustration. I’ll text you at lunch. But don’t eat alone - go to the teachers’ lounge and be sociable. Unless you need some alone time.
Huxley: I’ll try but you know I prefer being alone. Or with you. x
Me: I prefer being with you too! xx
Me: Are you in the teachers’ lounge or your classroom?
Huxley: I may or may not be in your office. What are you doing?
Me: Are you really in my office? Alone? I baked a couple of cakes and now I’m watching a movie while I eat lunch.
Huxley: I like your office. I feel safe here. Two cakes? So you are stressed?!! I feel like this is all my fault. I’m sorry!
Me: Angel, none of this is your fault. I’m glad you feel safe in my office xx
There are dozens more texts from our lunchtime exchange, but I scroll to the end, growing more needy with each passing minute. I tap out a new message.
Me: Are you home yet? I was wondering if you wanted to come over.
Huxley: Just walked in the door. Do you mean for dinner?
Me: Dinner, dessert, sleepover???
Huxley: I can’t stay up too late. I need my sleep.
Me: Need you, Hux. I promise I won’t keep you up too late. Bring Louis and he can stay here tomorrow and play with Cazaly.
Huxley: Why can’t I say no to you? I’ll be there by 6.30pm x
Me: Because I’m your boyfriend! See you soon xx
After dinner, Huxley and I move to the couch with a glass of wine.
Being close to him has a calming effect, my body relaxing after a day of overthinking.
We’re dealing with a lot of bullshit, but we’re dealing with it together and that makes it a little easier.
Being official boyfriends has also set my mind at ease, knowing Huxley and I are aligned in what we want.
It's almost 9:00 when we clean up the kitchen and stack the dishwasher. I would’ve left it until tomorrow, but Huxley insists on helping, saying that, now we are boyfriends, sharing domestic chores is included.
I can’t keep my eyes off him as he tidies the kitchen bench, imagining us sharing a home in the future. Stepping in behind Huxley, I slide my hands around his waist and press my chest to his back.
He hums and stops cleaning, his head lolling back on my shoulder.
I know an invitation when I see one, so I pepper kisses up his neck, swaying him gently, lost in the warmth and comfort of him.
There’s something I’d like to do, but I’m hesitant to ask.
“This might sound stupid,” I venture. “But what do you think about having a bath? Like, together.”
Huxley twists in my arms, gorgeous green eyes looking up at me. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all.”
“Come on then.” I kiss him on the lips then take his hand, leading us through the apartment, switching off lights as I go.
I tell him to wait in the bedroom while I run the bath.
Once I’m certain the water temperature is just right, I pop back into the kitchen and grab some candles.
Once lit, I turn the bathroom light off, smiling at the soft orange glow.
It’s romantic, and maybe a little cheesy, but hopefully Huxley won’t laugh at me.
I’m turning off the taps when he appears in the doorway. “Oh wow.”
I face Huxley, feeling shy. “Is it too much? I can blow them out. I’ll blow them—”
“No,” Huxley interjects. “I love it, Oli. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”
His face is so beautiful, golden and pure, in the flickering, warm light. His big eyes look at me with so much emotion that it’s almost overwhelming. Stepping closer, I cradle his face in my hands. “I want to do things like this for you. For us. I don’t think you know how much you mean to me, Hux.”
“If it’s half as much as you mean to me, then I do.”
Fuck, I’m falling so deeply for this man.
I pull Huxley’s hoodie off, and then his shirt.
We don’t speak, just gaze at each other, something building inside me that I have no control over.
Huxley removes my T-shirt next, before I unzip his jeans, bending to help him step out of them.
I let him remove my trackies, leaving us standing in only our briefs.
We move simultaneously, melting against each other as we kiss, tender and sweet.
My fingers glide down Huxley’s body, then I tuck my thumbs into his underwear and slide them over the curve of his ass.
He palms my half-hard cock through my briefs, teasing, before finally tugging them down too.
I wrap my hand around both our lengths and stroke slowly while deepening our kisses. It’s difficult to stop, but I finally extract my lips and step into the bath. Taking his hand, I guide him in, and we sink down into the hot water, Huxley nestled between my legs.
“Lay back, angel,” I instruct, encouraging him to rest his head against my chest.
We relax in comfortable silence for a few minutes, my hands resting against Huxley’s stomach, his covering mine.
“Oli, tell me, how are you really feeling about the suspension?”
That’s a tough question to answer, but I want to be honest. “It was hard today. I don’t know what I should do.
What we should do. I think mostly I’m angry that this is even happening.
Like, how is this possible in 2026? And I know we could probably get legal representation and fight it. But why do we even have to, you know?”
“Maddie and Lara said I should fight it. But I understand what you mean. It’s not fair. I don’t want you to make any decisions that aren’t in your best interests simply because you’re trying to defend me. There’s no denying none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t met me.”
I’m saddened that we are back here. How do I make Huxley understand that he shouldn’t feel bad, let alone feel responsible for all this?
“That’s not how relationships work. I am going to defend you because you’re my boyfriend and I care about you.
And as for meeting you, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. ”
“Shut up,” Huxley mumbles, slapping my hand lightly. But I can hear the smile in his voice. Maybe I’m finally getting through to him.
“I will not shut up because it’s true.”
Huxley turns in my arms, eyes challenging. “Will you shut up if I kiss you?”
“Give it a try and we’ll see.”
The make-out session lasts until the water begins to cool, then we hurriedly wash each other, paying particular attention to certain body parts.
I’m not sure what sort of sex we’ll have tonight, if any. In fact, I’ve no idea how often we’ll have anal as a couple, or if we can even have spontaneous penetrative sex.
Once dry and in bed, I decide it’s best to just ask. “I’m not sure about how all this works on the regular, but can I fuck you? Or is it too soon? Or would you need to get ready?”
Huxley snorts a laugh. “I was sore on Saturday because of your big dick, and because I hadn’t been fucked in a long time. But yeah, you can fuck me.” Huxley grabs my dick and gives it a squeeze.
“So we can have sex whenever, then?”
“Not exactly. I have a good diet and take fibre supplements. I also prepped real quick before I came over tonight.” Huxley scrunches his nose, and blushes.
“Fuck, this is embarrassing to discuss. I promise I’ll tell you when it’s not a good time, okay?
But if we’re having this conversation, then yes, there’s always some risk if I don’t douche. ”
I think about this for a few seconds, making sure I would be okay if it happened, but also trusting Huxley to know his own body.
I know I can be practical about stuff like this.
I’m more concerned about how Huxley would cope, especially with his anxiety.
“I never want you to feel pressured,” I say slowly.
“I trust you to know your own body. But please remember, we’re in this together. ”
“Okay, I appreciate that, but less talking about prep and more kissing.”
“Deal,” I say before crashing our mouths together.