The New Principal

11. The Return.

*Thomas texts will be in italics. Joel texts will be in bold.*

     School started again last month and things are moving right along. Joel all but lives at my house, spending more time there than at his apartment. We still are careful at school, but talk has died down and I think people know but simply choose not to care anymore.
     Joel asked to take me to dinner tonight, what we've decided will be our six month anniversary, six months since our first date. I frequently remind him I hid from him for part of that time, but he tells me to shut up.
     There's apparently a gallery opening he wants to go to and I don't mind, so he's promised me a romantic dinner afterwards. I head off after work to get ready, telling Joel I want him to come pick me up like he used to. I wear the shirt and tie his family gave me for Christmas, loving that they got me things. We've been there a few times since then and I love them.
There's a knock at my door and I open it, seeing Joel looking sexy as hell. "You look incredible, let's just stay home," I say, smiling at him. "I came a little early, I want to suck your cock before we go." I almost think he's kidding until he pushes me against the wall and drops to his knees.
My cock is out before I even realize and Joel all but swallows me whole. "Shiiiiiit, Joel. Fuck that feels good," I moan at him. He uses his hand on my shaft as he licks at my balls, sucking one into his mouth.
He keeps sucking parts of me into his mouth and soon I'm fighting the urge to come. "Come in my mouth, baby. Come on, do it. I want to taste it." I buck into his mouth and come, shooting down his throat.
He wipes his mouth and stands, kissing me once on the lips. He straightens my clothes and leads me from the house, opening the car door for me. "Thanks for that," I laugh when he gets in the drivers seat. "You're more than welcome handsome," he smiles, leaning to kiss me again before pulling out into traffic.
The gallery is bright, lights everywhere, aimed at different pieces of art. Joel guides me around, hand on my hip, showing me his favorite portraits and scenes. I feel as though we're being watched, turning to find an attractive man watching us. He sees me notice but doesn't turn away. He looks angry.
Joel and I stand drinking wine, discussing a painting of a woman who appears to be seducing a lover, when someone, the man I saw earlier, approaches us. "Hi, Joel." I feel him stiffen at the man's words.
     "Hello, Eric. How are you?" The man looks us over, noting our close stance before responding. "I'm alright, I see that you're good yeah?" Joel nods, pulling me closer to his side. "I'm really great, thanks. It was nice to see you."
     Joel pulls me away from the man who watches us go, a frown set deep in his face. "Who is that?" I ask, unable to stay silent any longer. "Just an ex, no big deal," Joel says, kissing me softly. "He didn't seem to think it was no big deal." Joel moves my face to his. "It's no big deal. It was over and it was easy to decide that. No big deal."
     We head out from the gallery, heading to the Italian restaurant we planned. Joel is quiet, but attentive, kissing my hand and being sweet. We eat, talking a bit about our time together so far and laughing. I tell him about how his mother has made me so happy, so welcoming of me.
Like always, Joel pays the bill against my wishes and we head home, well back to my house. He's still quiet, seeming deep in thought. I think the only way to connect to him right now is in bed, so I pull him towards my room.
I begin to strip him, kissing him roughly and sucking his lip into my mouth. He moans, reaching for me to pull me closer. I drop to my knees, pulling his cock from his pants. He moans when I lick him, his fingers threading through my even longer now hair. He moves my head on and off of him, groaning and mumbling about how good it feels.
The moment is interrupted when his phone begins to ring from his pocket. He huffs, pulling it out to answer. His brows furrow slightly and he moves me away to fix up his pants. He says a few words then hangs up, looking to me sadly.
"That was my mom, she needs my assistance with something really quick. I'm going to go and come back. Is that okay?" I must look worried because he reaches to soothe my creased face. "Just something for my brother. I'll be back soon." He kisses me and leaves me, still on my knees.
•••
Joel left three hours ago and hasn't come back. I've decided he's not going to and locked the door, heading for bed alone. My phone buzzes on my nightstand showing a text from him.
It's taking longer than expected. I'll see you tomorrow, lunch with my mom right?
Yep. See you tomorrow for lunch. I'm tempted to end with I love you, but I don't. I haven't said it out loud to him and I know saying it in a text would not be best. I just cuddle in to bed and sleep, missing Joel's arms around me.