Page 118 of Ancient History

“I rule.”

Amos leaned onto an elbow to take in the sight of his stark naked boyfriend hoisting an alarm clock radio into the air. Mostly, he was taking in the stark nakedness, his eyes stopping at crotch level.

“Happy first day of school to me.”

Living with Amos had really been the dream, no doubt. We managed to spend more time together without being on top of each other. I got to wake up to his beautiful face, make dinner together, and cuddle on the couch as we watched TV programming not from the 1990s. Amos was also chill about my stuff being everywhere. He really wanted the place to be for both of us.

Amos began making breakfast. I sat on the foot of the empty bed, wiping the last bits of sleep from my eyes. There were pieces of me throughout the bedroom. Old posters, soccer memorabilia, an old jersey, my teaching books. I was originally nervous about moving in because this was Amos’s place. I didn’t want to feel like a roommate.

At first, I was extra careful about using appliances and asking for permission before eating things in the fridge. But soon, the weirdness faded away. We were a couple, one cohesive unit, and it didn’t matter about the technicalities of who owned what.

After brushing my teeth and putting on underwear, I stumbled into the kitchen where Amos was whipping us up omelets. The smell of savory vegetables on a hot skillet and bread crisping in the toaster sent my stomach into overdrive.

“You are amazing,” I said to Amos while leaning over the breakfast nook and swiping an orange from his fruit bowl.

“This is a special first day of school breakfast. Believe me, most days, we’ll be lucky to race out of here with a breakfast bar.” Amos methodically stirred the egg yolk as it hardened, then mixed in the sautéed onions and mushrooms.

“Are you nervous?”

“Are you?” he cocked a curious eyebrow my way.

“Yeah. There are butterflies in my stomach. I always get a little nervous on the first day of school. Just the newness of it.” I tried peeling my orange in one continuous loop, but the skin refused to cooperate.

“You know that you’re not the one attending classes this time around.”

“Funny.”

“It’s your first day as a full-fledged teacher.” Amos slid the omelet onto a clean plate. We brought the plates to the dining table, which was covered in books I’d used to pass my certification exam.

“I never thought I’d be a gym teacher. We always made fun of them, like who’d want to be a gym teacher? But it’s cool. I can help kids with their physical fitness.”

“I hated gym. It felt as useless as…”

“Learning history?” I bit into my omelet and moaned in delight.

We ate our breakfast fast since the clock was ticking. At least it wasn’t blaring anymore! I dug into the eggs and toast like I was dying of hunger. Pro tip: find a man who can cook. A great cook is better than a big cock. I should put that on a bumper sticker.

Was it weird that I found Amos cute while he ate, his cheeks bunching up and eyes rolling back in culinary pleasure? It was weird. But it was still cute.

Amos wiped off his mouth and went back into the kitchen. He came back a moment later with a kid’s soccer-themed lunchbox. Soccer balls dotted the blue plastic.

“I got this for you for your first official first day of school.” He opened the lunchbox, which was full of lunch. “There’s a turkey sandwich, a fresh apple, and a thermos of La Croix. The La Croix might be flat by the time you drink it.”

My heart swelled to even bigger sizes for this guy. “Amos, I am the luckiest man on earth.”

“It’s literally just a sandwich and chips.”

I rolled my eyes at his modesty. I clutched the lunchbox against my chest. “This is going to be the greatest lunch I’ve even eaten in my life.”

I pecked him on the lips. “Thank you.” I pecked him again. “I love you.” And again. “Best boyfriend ever.” And now I slipped in some tongue.

Oops.

Amos massaged my tongue with his.

Or not oops.

“When do we have to leave for school?” I asked while our lips were pressed together.

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