Chapter 30
Huxley
Iwake to sweet kisses trailing down my neck and a hand wrapped firmly around my already hard dick.
“Mmm…” I hum, pushing my ass back against Oliver’s morning erection.
I’m still sleepy, as is Oliver, if the languid rocking of our bodies is anything to go by.
I’m not as sore as I was after our first time, so I fully intend on encouraging Oliver to slide into me once again.
“Angel,” Oliver pleads into my ear. “Can’t you call in sick.”
“I really shouldn’t,” I say, breath quickening.
“I need you to stay with me. I wanna make love to you.”
It’s so old fashioned, and yet it’s so sexy when Oliver says it, his voice deep and husky, dripping with need. He teases the head of my cock with his thumb, spreading the pre-cum.
This isn’t a fair fight, and I fold like a cheap deck of cards. “Okay,” I say, turning to look at my boyfriend’s flushed face.
After a quick make out session, Oliver is soon pushing inside me. It’s slow and sensual in missionary, with his arms cradling my shoulders. Those three words are on the tip of my tongue. More than ever, I want to say them, but I hold back, scared that if I do, everything will fall apart.
“Wish there were nothing between us,” I whisper against Oliver’s lips as we near climax. “I think about you leaving part of yourself inside me.”
Oliver pulls back, his pupils blown wide. “Oh angel, what are you doing to me?”
I’d smile if I wasn’t so delirious with need. I’m ready to beg at this point. “Come inside me, babe. Please, you feel so good.”
Oliver’s orgasm hits first, mine following seconds later, our mouths devouring each other long after the peak subsides.
After a quick clean up, I call in sick. I shouldn’t miss work, but Oliver needs me, that is clear.
The more I get to know him, the more I see his vulnerability—the giant teddy bear who needs constant physical touch and reassurance.
Not that I’m complaining. Far from it—I love that our need for each other is balanced.
It manifests in different ways, but there is an equality in how we feel about each other that I’ve never experienced in any previous relationship.
We remain cuddled up in bed, checking emails and socials until Oliver suddenly puts his phone down. “Hey, did you mean what you said before?”
“What about?” I ask.
“When we were having sex. You kind of said you wished we weren’t using a condom. Unless I misunderstood.”
I place my phone down too, giving my full attention to this conversation. “You didn’t misunderstand. I like the idea of nothing separating us.” I blush at what I’m about to confess. “Even though it’s messier, I really like the idea of your cum inside me.”
Oliver groans and not so subtly palms his cock. “Well…um…I like that idea, too. Do you think that’s something we could consider now we’re together and won’t be having sex with anyone else?”
“We should probably get tested first. Just to be sure.”
“Good idea. We could go today,” Oliver suggests. “That way, we might get the results by the end of the week. We’ve got the time so we may as well take advantage of it.”
The hopeful, puppy dog look on Oliver’s face has me giggling. “You’re an eager beaver, aren’t you? Does my boyfriend have a gay breeding kink?”
Oliver’s face scrunches up in confusion. “What exactly is a gay breeding kink?”
“Sometimes I forget you’re a baby queer. I’m going to get in the shower, and you can Google.” After placing a quick peck on Oliver’s lips, I slip out of bed.
I’ve just finished brushing my teeth when Oliver yells from the bedroom.
“Ooooooh, I see.”
Then, thirty seconds later, a contemplative Oliver: “Maybe I do have a breeding kink. Hux, please tell me you do, too?”
Instead of answering, I step under the hot stream of water and wait for my boyfriend to join me. Which he undoubtedly will.
“Hux?” Oliver says, head appearing at the bathroom door. “Do you want me to breed you, angel? Does that turn you on?”
I roll my eyes at the shit-eating grin on Oliver’s face. “Shut up and get in here. And people say I’m a dork. We’ll go to the GP today, then.”
Oliver joins me in the shower, immediately pressing me to the wall. “Oh my God, Oli—you’re already hard again.”
“I can’t help it. You’re wet and naked.”
A wet, buff Oliver has got me going again, too. Resistance is futile.
It’s late afternoon when we arrive back from the doctor. The nurse that administered the blood tests said we should receive our results by Friday at the very latest.
I can’t deny that I’m already looking forward to fucking bareback. It’s a big deal to trust someone not to cheat, but, for the first time in my life, I don’t have any doubts. Maybe that’s me being a fool in love, but this connection we have feels different. It’s so much deeper than just good sex.
Over dinner, I finally circle back to the ever-present problem. “So, have you decided what you’re doing tomorrow?”
Oliver places his knife and fork down, face resigned.
“Since I can’t really afford to be out of a job, I’ll return to work and let them back on the team.
But this is not over. I’m only going to put up with it until I can figure out our next move.
I’ll coast along while I investigate my options, even if that means finding another teaching position.
Is that something you would consider too?
Or do you think we should take legal action and fight it? ”
With my appetite waning, I push my plate away. “I don’t think we should rush into a decision. This is my first teaching job, and it won’t look good if I leave after only one term. But I don’t want you to leave a job you love out of loyalty to me.”
Oliver scrubs his hand down his face. “But that’s it, Hux. I don’t love it anymore. Or at least not right now.”
Oliver’s words are not intended to make me feel bad, or responsible, but they do. I drop my gaze down to my lap.
“Please don’t. It’s not your fault,” he says.
A few moments of silence pass before I slowly raise my eyes, gathering the courage to ask what I need an answer to.
“Can you please tell me honestly: if we’d never met and Jake and Troy said those things about Patrick in P.E.
class, would you have reacted the way you did? Or would you have let it slide?”
Oliver’s eyes flit away as he shakes his head.
“I don’t know. I like to think I would have.
But maybe I wouldn’t. I guess there’s been times in the past that I avoided confrontation.
But I’ve always defended Koa when he needed me.
” Oliver’s eyes meet mine. “What I do know is that I’ve changed because of you, Hux. And I believe I’m a better person now.”
I guess I can’t ask for more than that. It doesn’t stop me from feeling awful for fucking things up for Oliver, but I know he’s happy with his decisions.
“Okay,” I say, placing my palms on the table.
“Let’s just get through the rest of this week.
Then, once we’ve had more time to think, we can either seek legal advice or start looking for other jobs. Yeah?”
“Okay, good. We have a loose plan.” Oliver takes my hand. “Thank you for staying with me last night and today.”
I press a kiss to Oliver’s knuckles, praying things settle down so we can have a chance to decide calmly. What I don’t do is tell Oliver about the level of catastrophising going on inside my head.
I’m not-so-patiently waiting in Oliver’s office after receiving notification of my test results over an hour ago. We could be going raw as soon as this weekend.
The moment Oliver enters, I slam the door behind him and back him into the wall, kissing him thoroughly.
We really shouldn’t take so many risks at school. But self-control seems to vanish whenever I’m in Oliver’s presence.
Once sated, I pull away, breathless. “I have my results. Do you have yours?”
Oliver frowns. “Did you read them already? I thought we were going to look together?”
“We are. Just check your email,” I say impatiently.
Oliver pulls his phone from his pocket and opens the app. “Got it. Oh God, why am I so nervous?”
“It’s going to be fine. Let’s do it.”
We both open our emails and click on the attached lab report. There’s a lot to take in and I need to slow down to ensure I’m reading it right. “All negative,” I say, sighing with relief. Not going to lie, I had concerns Bradley might have passed on a STD.
Oliver lifts his head from the screen and smiles, his eyes sparkling. “Me too.” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me in for a kiss. “So, tomorrow night’s the night. Your place or mine?”
“My place, I guess. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”
“No, it can’t. But let’s eat lunch. I need to carbo load for the weekend.”
I laugh as we sit at Oliver’s desk and open our lunches. We eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, and I enjoy watching Oliver practically inhale his food. It never ceases to amaze me the calories he puts away. How it all turns into muscle and not fat remains a mystery.
“How are things with Jake and Troy?” I ask.
Oliver finishes his mouthful before answering.
“As you know, they were fine when I spoke to them about being more respectful from now on, but I can tell they’re smug.
Little shits. I just passed Jake in the corridor, and I looked down at my phone.
I can’t bear to look at either of them. Or Williams, for that matter. ”
Oliver’s meeting with Williams the day before had been brief. He had apologised and stated he valued his teaching position. Williams had been happy with that, so now this situation was supposed to be over and done with.
“I had the year twelves yesterday and I felt like they were making fun of me behind my back.”
Oliver’s face drops. “I’m so sorry, Hux. Your anxiety must be hard to manage in those classes.”
I nod but say nothing. If I talk about it, I’ll end up in tears, and I want to focus on the weekend and being with Oliver.
“Is there anything I can do?” Oliver slumps back in his chair. “Fuck, I feel so useless.”