So far, things had worked out just as Jackie had described them to him. Maybe there wasn’t as much frisking involved as his unwitting partner in Jasper’s escape had liked, but Hudson could do very well without it. The memory of his earlier pursuits involving Otis still lingered, and despite freshening up for his job, he could swear the sweet taste of his neighbor was still there on his tongue.
He liked the smell of sex, but not as much as the man lying in his arms, completely abandoned and gone to the world. Hudson brushed his hand through the silky strands of Otis’s hair over and over, hating the moment when he would have to wake up his precious charge and send him back to his place with a pat on his delicious rump.
Trust. -- It had to do with avoiding Otis, maybe. The young man followed very strict routines, so staying clear of his path had been easy. That didn’t mean that Hudson had thought about him any less often.
To have someone to love is one of life’s greatest gifts, his grandma used to say. However, what grandma didn’t know, and Otis didn’t have the heart to tell her, was that getting there in this day and age required going through a painful phase called dating. Something he’s not very good at, to put it lightly.
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