“Really? I feel like someone told me that already but I couldn’t remember exactly.”
“Yeah, it was kind of a last minute decision before I graduated high school. What made you want to become a teacher?”
“I don’t know,” Tawson said. He grabbed another shirt and started folding it. “I always liked school. It came fairly easy to me. I got the chance to be a teacher’s aide in high school and enjoyed it.”
“That’s kind of how I am,” Vic said. “I mean, I wasn’t the best student, but I had one teacher that really pushed me. In a good way. She took time to talk to me and help me out. I really liked the idea of being that kind of teacher for someone else.”
“That’s a good way to see it,” Tawson said. “Because working in a public school setting, you’re definitely not going to be doing it for the money.”
Vic laughed and Tawson smiled. He watched Vic pick up a pair of jeans and start folding them. It was so domestic and easy between them. They continued to talk about it, Vic asking questions about what his best and worst moments teaching were and what grade he liked the best. Vic told him they were thinking middle school or Freshman or Junior year, the times where grades matter, but not as much and they can take one or two classes that allow them to explore. The way Vic spoke about it, about the extracurricular classes that they enjoyed taking, had Tawson smiling like an idiot.
They finished folding the clothes and headed to the car. Once the laundry was in the backseat, Tawson and Vic walked to the grocery a few storefronts down. That same younger cashier was working. Vic grabbed the basket this time and they startedtoward the back of the store to work their way to the front.
“Do you think you could do dinner with me tonight?” Tawson asked lowly when they were alone. Vic looked at him and shrugged.
“I’d love to, especially with that last meal you made me. But I don’t know. If Pax and everyone is in tonight, I could most likely sneak out after a shower. Maybe say Joe was coming back home and invited me over to his house.”
“I’m kind of concerned how easily you’re coming up with these stories,” Tawson said jokingly. “I don’t want you to have to lie.”
“I could say you offered to help me with studying.”
“How is that not a lie also?” Tawson could feel Victor’s eyes on him as he reached for a box of noodles. If Vic came over tonight, he’d make an Alfredo chicken pasta dish. Maybe with a salad. And he’d grab some fresh fruit too.
Vic’s eyes glanced one way, then the other before leaning in closer. “Because I can think of a few things you could teach me.”
Tawson most certainly did not almost drop the glass can of Alfredo sauce. He sent a glare over at Vic who just smiled and walked further down the aisle. Tawson trailed behind and they finished getting enough stuff for a couple meals, breakfast included which made Tawson hopeful. Vic convinced him to grab a dessert. At checkout, Vic busied themselves with bagging the groceries. Tawson’s eye caught on a small box by the register. For a split second, he thought about grabbing them but didn’t want the young cashier to make any assumptions. Tawson made a mental note to stop by the store in the city one day.
Vic held the trunk open for Tawson to put the three bags inand then moved to get in the car. He waited until they were on the road with very little around them before he reached over and rested his hand on Vic’s thigh. He kept it there until Vic pulled off in front of the gate and punched in the code from their phone.
“When do you have to be back down to help with the horses?” Tawson asked.
“Around five-thirty,” Victor said. “Which means you have two hours left with me.”
“The horror,” Tawson said sarcastically. Vic closed the gate behind them and drove to Tawson’s house. One of the neighbors, Christy if Tawson remembered correctly, was on her knees tending to the flower bed in front of the patio. She was there before Tawson moved in and they’d had a handful of conversations so far. Tawson knew he was the oldest one in all the houses right now. William assured him that he hadn’t been the oldest tenant they had and explained that the foundation was for all ages, not just teens and young adults.
They got the food in first and then Vic helped him carry in one of the baskets of clothes. Wordlessly, Victor started putting away the food while Tawson put his clothes away. They shared the task of making the bed, giving each other sly smirks all the while. Then Vic happened totripand land on the bed, pulling Tawson on top of them.
“Oops.” Vic said, feigning innocence. Vic lifted their head and pressed their lips to Tawson’s.
“You have no shame.” Tawson shifted so they were laying on their sides, facing each other. He let his hand trail from Victor’s shoulder to their hip. They’d both kicked off their shoes when they came in.
“I have a lot of shame, actually,” Vic said. Their eyes flashedserious but the tone was joking. “But that’s beside the point. I blame you for turning me into this needy, physical touch person.”
“I like this needy, physical touch person.” Tawson’s hand trailed under Vic’s shirt and teased at the waistband of their shorts. Vic scooted closer to him, their breaths mingling. Tawson’s hand moved further into the shorts. Vic’s skin was warm to the touch, their ass perfect to squeeze. The low moan that Vic let out went straight to Tawson’s cock. Tawson kissed Vic again, not waiting to take control. Vic’s mouth was warm, tongue sweet against his own. Vic rolled over on top of Tawson. They ground their hips against Tawson, the friction even through layers of fabric enticing.
Tawson moved his other hand to match the first, squeezing both ass cheeks and moaning at all of the sensations. Vic was thrusting their hips, Tawson encouraging it by squeezing the flesh and bucking his own hips up to meet Vic’s downward thrusts. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tawson was laughing, making a joke that he felt eighteen again dry humping like that. Vic was hard and the little noises were spurring Tawson on. He slipped his hands out of Vic’s shorts and rolled them so he was on top again. Vic immediately wrapped their legs around Tawson’s hips.
“Fuck.” Vic said the word just as Tawson sealed their lips again.
“I’m never going to get anything done around you,” Tawson whispered against Vic’s skin.
“We were productive enough this morning,” Vic said. “Would you…”
Tawson pulled back just a little to look at Vic. Vic’s tongue darted out, wetting those plump lips Tawson loved kissing. “Would I what?” Tawson had an idea what Vic was about to ask. And he cursed himself for not buying the box earlier.
Vic gave no hesitation with their next words. Vic kept eye contact and smiled. Their legs tightened around Tawson’s waist. “Will you fuck me?”
He knew that the words were coming but hearing them out loud and seeing the earnestness in Vic’s expression was a whole other level. He wanted to. But he wanted them to stay safe.
