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Hugo is more nervous than usual tonight, this is the first time he has ever brought a partner to one of his ‘teacher friend parties’ since he’s lived in Maple Bay, him and Kevin split up before ever attending one here and Hugo isn’t sure how everybody is going to react. Sure, they all know that he’s gay and how him and Kevin adopted Ernest but
“It’s different seeing two men together in person…” Hugo says shyly, “It’s not like I don’t want to show you off because I do, I am unbelievably happy with you, I’m just… Scared…. I feel like I’m 15 and coming out for the first time again, it’s pathetic” He looks down at his lap as the two of you sit parked in front of Hugo’s colleagues house.
You reach over and grab Hugo’s hands in yours, “Everything is going to be okay, you’re like, the most popular teacher in that place!” Hugo sighs…
“What would Pablo Escobrawl do?!” You almost shout, trying to get your boyfriend to get hyped up and shake off some of his nerves.
“Babe…” Hugo says with a slight smile creeping onto his lips – you know he can’t stay down when wrestling is brought up
“You know what he would do?!” You say excitedly, “He would step into that ring!! Uh... Party... And he would DESTROY HIS OPPONENT!! Or… uh... his… teacher friends... YEAH!”
“Alright alright…” Hugo says, looking up at you with his soft hazel eyes, you can still sense some fear in him but he seems a bit less rigid now “Let’s do this thing!” Hugo squeezes your hand and then you both exit the car and make your way to the front door.
Hugo rings the doorbell, and just before the door opens you reach down and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his – yours aren’t quite as big and strong, but you hold him tight and try and make him feel a bit more at ease. Hugo looks over and gives you a grateful smile, and then his co-worker comes to the door.
“Hugo!!!” the teacher friend says, wearing a plain t-shirt and blue jeans -it’s so weird seeing teachers out of… yknow... teacher clothes... you think to yourself. He’s holding two beers and he hands them to you and Hugo before you even step inside, “And who’s this!” Hugo’s colleague says happily.
“Uh…” Hugo stammers, and you take the initiative to step in and introduce yourself to who you now know is Trent, or Mr. Moores, a grade 8 teacher with a specialty in sciences.
The two of you walk in to rooms of mingling teachers, everybody has a drink in hand, soft but upbeat music is playing in the background, and everybody seems to be having a great time.
As you meet more and more people, and more and more people look at you and Hugo and smile, ask questions, seem genuinely interested and excited for the two of you, Hugo begins to relax.
Hugo brings you over to take a bit of a rest in the living room while the majority of the party migrates to the kitchen for shots –Teachers did shots?!?!?!?, you were pleasantly surprised at how fun this was, you had half expected some book club type party with aging librarians and teachers who still rapped knuckles for missing homework.
“Thank you…” Hugo says softly, the scent of beer beginning to hang heavy on his breath
“Any time babe!” You say with a big grin on your face, you’re so happy he’s less nervous now, his previous blush being replaced by the heat generated from alcohol consumption instead.
You sit back and smile at Hugo, taking him in in this environment. He is wearing a tight fitting, light brown Henly style shirt with the top button undone, a bit of his chest hair peeking out of the top; his sleeves are rolled up just below his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms, thick veins coursing down them and spilling onto his hands – so strong, thick and dusted with coarse black hair, nails trimmed neatly and tapping on his thigh.
You scan up, seeing the skin on his neck glistening from the warmth of the house being crowded with so many people, you lick your lips and imagine the slightly salty taste your lips would encounter if you were to press them to Hugo there.
Upwards more, you watch as Hugo takes a long sip from his can of beer, how his lips wrap around the silver rim of the can, how it shifts his mustache ever so slightly, and then how his adam’s apple bobs with each swallow. It seems like something so small, but Hugo makes it look sensual because, well, its Hugo fucking Vega.
Hugo’s hair is barely held in its bun, loosening up with each throw of his head in laughter and each time his nervous hand runs itself through the thick locks.
He is such a beautiful man; you sigh audibly as your eyes meet. “What is it?” Hugo asks quizzically, his eyebrow arching up in that certain way it does, glasses slipping down his nose ever so slightly from the perspiration.
You giggle to yourself, “Nothing” You say pleasantly and move a strand of hair that’s sticking to Hugo’s forehead.
Hugo slides his free hand along the back of the couch and around your shoulders, he pulls you into his embrace and kisses your lips softly, his mouth is still cold from the beer can and the contrast between your hot lips and his is nice, really really nice.
The two of you have been at the party for just over two hours, by this point, all of the gym teachers are essentially wasted and trying to set up a game of beer pong –yelling about how they haven’t done this since college, the art teachers teeth are stained red from their wine, a few of Hugo’s fellow English teachers are going shot for shot in the kitchen and the school counsellor and Mr. Moores just snuck upstairs, holding hands and giggling along the way.
Hugo looks at you with a soft but intense look in his eyes as you two pull away from the kiss, “Do you want to get out of here?” He says in a lowered voice, eyes narrowing and a sneaky grin creeping onto his face...
“Are you sure you don’t need to stay later babe?” You say, but then Hugo places a warm, thick finger to your lips “We should get out of here” His face gets even more red, and you finally clue in.
“OH!” You say a bit too loud, “Ooh! You mean like… yknow” You make a lewd but discreet gesture with your hands
Hugo pushes your hands down “Stop that! Not here! Let’s go. Now” How Hugo manages to be embarrassed but simultaneously a sexual deviant, you’ll never know, he grips your hand and you make your way to the door.
You barely manage to say goodbye to anybody, as soon as the door shuts Hugo holds your hips hard on the front step and kisses you deep – the alcohol hot on his breathe.
Your heartbeat is racing already, Hugo can go from being sweet and adorable one second and then to a strong, incredibly hot, God the next.
The two of you walk to the car, parked fairly far down the street where the streetlights seem to not be working... As you get there Hugo steps in front of you and opens up… what? He opens up the door to the backseat.
“Get in” He says with a stern, gravelly voice.
OH fuck, you think before he’s pushing you down on the seat, climbing in and shutting the door behind him.