Chapter 32
Huxley
The doorbell chimes, and I groan in despair. Can this day get any fucking worse?
Turning away from the bullshit standing in front of me, I walk the few steps to the front door and fling it open.
“Hux.”
Oh shit! “Oliver.”
Everything plays out in slow motion like a movie scene. Oliver’s eyes track from mine to the man standing a few feet behind me, then every muscle in his face drops. At first, his eyes are bewildered, but then they quickly settle on heartbreak.
“Oliver, it’s not what you think,” I say, reaching for him. But he’s already backing away, his shoulders caving in as his chin drops to his chest.
“And who is that?”
Turning towards Bradley, I yell, “That’s my fucking boyfriend!”
The explosion of anger is just what I need to get me moving, and I run out the door in pursuit of Oliver. I spot him up the road, pulling his car keys from his pocket. “Oliver, stop! Wait.”
Out of breath, I catch up to him as he opens the car door. “Oliver, please, it’s not what you think.”
He turns to face me, his expression now a twisted mess of hurt and anger. “Well, what is it then? Because it looks like the moment things got hard between us, you invited him over.”
Pressing my palm to Oliver’s chest, I shake my head. “No, he just appeared on my doorstep. I was trying to get rid of him.”
“Are you going to break up with me? Are you going to go back to Bradley?”
“Fuck no!” I try to catch Oliver’s gaze, but he won’t look at me. “I left because I needed time to think. Oliver, sometimes I need to be alone to cope. It’s part of my autism.”
A tear rolls down Oliver’s cheek, and I know he’s not hearing me, lost in his own fears.
“It’s because I’m not out at school, isn’t it? I really fucked up today. You needed me, and I wasn’t there for you. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? For me to tell Williams we’re together.” Oliver finally meets my eyes, his regret almost breaking me.
“This isn’t easy for me, and I don’t want to pressure you.
You should come out when you’re ready. But I’m twenty-two and well…
I know you’re not ashamed of me, of us, but there’s this part of me…
” I stop, knowing I’m getting this all wrong, sounding selfish and demanding.
But I also want Oliver to understand how I experience this world.
“I just felt so alone in there,” I whisper.
“I was this gay man that Williams looked at with disgust, while you stood beside me under the security of seeming straight. Yes, you were fighting for my rights, but you weren’t fighting for our rights.
I’m sorry I feel this way. It probably goes back to Zac in high school.
But you’ve done nothing wrong and I’m not angry with you. ”
Oliver steps in closer and cups my face with both hands. “I want to come out at work. I want to stand beside you as your partner.”
“You shouldn’t do it if you’re just feeling pressured.”
“I’m ready, Hux. I want to come out for me and for us. I came here to tell you something, and seeing Bradley just makes me even more sure. What I want more than anything else in this world is you. Hux, I’m so deeply, crazy, head over heels in love with you.”
I grab hold of Oliver’s hoodie, pulling him closer. “What?” I whisper, not sure if I heard him right.
Oliver smiles softly. “I love you, Huxley Sinclair.”
Wonder, relief, and happiness all collide. “I love you, too.”
Oliver’s lips meet mine, warm and soft, and I melt against his chest as his arms envelop me. The kiss feels like belonging and a promise of days to come.
But, even so, when we finally pull apart to catch our breaths, I can’t stop myself checking once again. “Hang on, are you sure?”
Oliver chuckles. “Am I sure I love you or am I sure I want to come out?”
“Um…both.”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
Oliver picks me up and spins me around, right there on the street. “Oh my God, Oli, put me down!” I squeal. But we both know I don’t mean it.
We make out for a few minutes before I grab Oliver’s hand and tug him in the direction of my apartment.
“Hang on,” he says. “Why was Bradley here? What happened?”
God, I’d forgotten about fucking Bradley. I shake my head and roll my eyes. “The asshole arrived about two minutes before you. I thought it was you. I opened the door and he just barged right in. I was trying to get him to leave when you arrived.”
“Do you think he’s still in there?”
“Wouldn’t surprise me. He’s a conceited prick.”
When we reach the front door, it’s still open. Inside, we find Bradley reclining on the couch as if he lives there.
“Oh, you’re back.” Bradley slowly stands, his eyes dragging the length of Oliver’s body. “And this is your boyfriend?” Bradley tilts his head my way, eyebrows raised as far as the Botox will allow. “Are you sure he’s even gay?”
Oliver is up in Bradley’s face before I can react. “Bradley, I’m only going to say this once, so listen very carefully. If you text, call, or come anywhere near my boyfriend again without his consent, then I’m going to beat your fucking ass. Do you understand?”
Bradley arches his back and places one hand on his hip. He opens his mouth to speak, but Oliver shakes his head, and Bradley just nods.
It takes every ounce of self-control not to burst into laughter.
Bradley walks silently towards the front door, but then turns at the last minute, eyes locking on me. “You know where to find me when you tire of the straight boy.”
Oliver takes one stride in Bradley’s direction before he’s scampering out the door at lightning speed.
I laugh, imagining Bradley running up the street in fear.
Oliver turns, face perplexed. “And you dated him?”
I shrug my shoulders. “What can I say? Sometimes a girl makes mistakes.”
We decide on Oliver’s place for the night, so I pack a bag, along with Louis’s things, and we head off. After all the drama, the mutual I love yous, and especially seeing Oliver get all cave man possessive, all I can think about is getting fucked raw.
I have no interest in revisiting the day’s bullshit. I want to focus on the one undeniably good thing in my life. So when Oliver closes the front door and pins me to the wall with a bruising kiss, I’m ready to go.
“Want you right now,” he says, breathless and grabbing at my pants zipper.
I want to get lost in Oliver—his touch, his scent, and the desperate need radiating off him. “Fuck yes, babe. I need you, too.” Slipping my hands under Oliver’s shirt, I claw at his back. “Lube,” I prompt as Oliver sucks on my neck.
He breaks away, placing a hand on my chest to hold me in place. “Don’t move.”
Oliver strides down the hall, discarding his hoodie and shirt on the floor. It’s fucking sexy. I’m down to my briefs by the time he returns.
“Turn around,” Oliver commands, dropping the lube at our feet.
My cock twitches at his dominance, and I happily do as I’m told. Oliver grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, his body pressing me to the wall. His warm breath fans down my neck, sending a shiver up my spine. “I hated seeing Bradley there.”
I moan salaciously, then gasp as Oliver drags my briefs down and bites my ass. Only too happy to rile him up a little more, I ask, “Were you jealous?”
“So fucking jealous. You’re my boyfriend and everyone’s gonna know it.” Oliver spanks my ass and then spreads me wide. His tongue assaults my hole, deliciously warm and wet.
“Babe, feels so fucking good.”
“I bet Bradley never ate you out like this. Never loved you like I do.”
“Never. No one’s ever made me feel like you do.”
Oliver hums wantonly as he continues to lavish attention on my hole. Then he’s kissing up my spine, latching onto my neck again as he rubs his cock against my ass.
When he had time to remove the rest of his clothes I don’t know.
Oliver flips me so my back is to the wall and kisses me blind.
“Fuck me, Oli. Want your seed inside me.”
He growls, picking up the lube from the floor and slathering two fingers.
“Spread ‘em, angel.” I widen my stance. Oliver slips his hands between my legs, teases my hole for a second, then slowly pushes two digits inside. The relief of being penetrated makes my knees go weak, and I try to fuck myself on Oliver’s fingers.
“Oh angel, so pretty. So needy. Can I take you right here?”
“Yes, fuck yes, please,” I chant between dirty kisses.
Oliver pulls his fingers free and lubes his cock. My arms and legs wrap around his body as he picks me up, my back pressed against the wall. I’m so open in this position, totally at Oliver’s mercy, and it’s everything I need right now.
I groan low and long as he enters my body, my heart thrumming with excitement. When he stills, balls deep inside me, my head falls back against the wall with a thunk. The stretch, the fullness, the complete surrender to Oliver is pure bliss.
“Angel, are you okay?”
I hear the concern in Oliver’s voice and lift my head to look into his eyes, my fingers sinking into his hair. “I couldn’t be more okay,” I say before kissing him deeply.
Oliver starts slowly, but is soon thrusting up into me with a ferocity I’ve not experienced before. I completely surrender, pleasure consuming me.
“It feels so good without anything between us.”
“You gonna come in me? You gonna breed me?”
“Oh fuck.” Oliver slows and I can’t help but smile as he struggles to stave off his orgasm.
“Kiss me.”
Oliver stops thrusting, kissing me passionately for a few minutes, before carrying me to the dining table.
He lays me on my back, placing my feet over his shoulders.
The energy shifts, as we lock in on each other, needing something different now.
Something more intimate, more laden with meaning.
Oliver rolls his hips in long, slow strokes where I feel every inch of his length.
When the need becomes unbearable, I reach for him. “Take me to the couch, babe. I want to be closer to you.”