u/Full_Heart360

This post might be a bit TMI but I genuinely just need to tell someone because I feel like I am going insane keeping this in my head.

So this past year I (25M) got a job as an art teacher at an elementary school. It fits me really well because I have always loved art and I have always loved working with kids. I replaced the previous art teacher who had retired the year before. I started in September at the beginning of the school year.

That is when I met him. I will call him W (25M). He is a 5th grade teacher. And I need to be very serious for a second when I say this is probably the most attractive man I have ever seen in my entire life. He is tall, dark hair, brown eyes, basically exactly my type. I met him during teacher work week which is the week before school starts where you have meetings and orientation and set everything up.

From the very beginning there was something there. Like actual tension. I was pretty sure he was straight at the time and I was trying very hard not to think too much about it because I did not want to embarrass myself.

Anyway, we ended up becoming friends, along with a group of other teachers around our age. It has honestly been really nice. I love my job and I love the people I work with. We go out for drinks every Friday after work and somehow W and I always end up being the last ones there.

We just talk for hours. Like I mean hours. And there has always been this borderline flirting thing between us. He would also come into my classroom sometimes when he dropped off his students for art and he would flirt in this really subtle way that would make me question if I was imagining it. Then he would act totally normal again and I would feel like I was losing my mind.

For nine months I genuinely thought I was overthinking everything.

There was also one time outside of work when he came over to help me build a bookshelf. He refused any payment. That is also when I realized he is not nearly as lanky and awkward as he looks. This man has a sleeper build and I had to literally leave the room for part of it because I did not know what to do with myself.

Fast forward to last week at our usual Friday drinks. We ended up alone again after everyone else left and we talked for about three hours without even noticing the time. It is always like that with him. Time just disappears.

We were talking about comics because we are both nerds and he mentioned Batman Adventures #12. I told him I actually owned it and he got genuinely excited and told me I should bring it in sometime so he could see it.

I do not really know what came over me but I told him why do not you just come over and see it now.

I was being a little bold on purpose because I was tired of whatever weird almost thing was happening between us. He said yes.

We went to my place and I showed him the comic and we just kept talking. Nothing really happened at first. He did not make a move and I started getting frustrated and nervous at the same time.

I do not know if it was the alcohol or just everything building up but I ended up kissing him.

And I really did not expect him to kiss me back like that. It was immediate. Like he had been holding it in just as long as I had.

One thing led to another and we ended up having sex. That is the part I was not planning on talking about but I guess I already am because I cannot keep this to myself anymore.

I am not exaggerating when I say I completely lost my mind.

Four orgasms. Four.

I did not expect any of that. I did not expect him to be that big either. It was intense in a way I am still trying to process honestly.

I am usually not loud during sex at all but I could not stay quiet. At all. I tried to bury my face at one point and he pulled me back up. The things he was saying were honestly insane and I still keep thinking about it.

Things were knocking off my nightstand. The bed was shaking so hard I was worried something was going to break.

And now I have hickeys everywhere. Neck, chest, even my back. I have been wearing turtlenecks and scarves to work in May because I do not own makeup and I have no idea how to cover anything like this.

The aftercare was actually really sweet. He ran me a bath, washed my hair, changed my sheets. Then we just talked and then fell asleep.

We have not talked about it properly since then and we have not done anything again yet.

We hooked up after months of tension and now we haven’t talked about it. We work together and I don’t know if I should bring it up or wait. What is the best way to handle this professionally?