Was that the kind of life to offer to someone as amazing as Otis? His heart hurt, but it wouldn’t be right. Otis didn’t even know what he actually did for a living. It felt dishonest, but his work came first. Besides everything else, it would be terribly unfair to get the beautiful young man by his side entangled in the dark world he lived in.
The dream was nice, though.
“I am also learning how to cook,” Otis continued, taking his silence as something else. “I can even bring you your slippers if that is what you want. Is your language of love acts of service or some other thing?”
“What?” Hudson asked. Otis was a permanent surprise, but this thing about bringing slippers and whatnot sounded pretty wild.
“I read a book, about the languages of love,” Otis explained. “I’d like to know yours.”
“I haven’t really given it any thought,” Hudson replied. “You know, you keep pestering me that I should give you advice, but it looks to me like you’re better read than I am.”
The compliment — which was also a fact — appeared to please Otis.
“I’m trying to read at least one book a month,” he said.
“Very commendable of you. Now,” Hudson said and turned to face his pretty host, “what was your initial question?”
“Oh, yes. How many times do we have to–”
There was no need for so much talk. Hudson moved fast and shut Otis up by kissing him. However, knowing who he was dealing with, he needed to behave properly.
“I’d say that one time was enough.”
Otis’s eyes grew wide. “Really? But that’s not possible! And you haven’t tried my stew! I haven’t even cooked it yet!”
“I will try it, don’t sweat it.” Hudson laughed with all his heart. “But I want you to know. You’re enough for me.”
He pushed away any thoughts causing him to doubt if he was enough for Otis. What a selfish thing for him to do, but he couldn’t help himself. One day, he would be honest, entirely honest with him, and then let him make his choice. Until then, he was a civilian who didn’t have to know that he was an undercover cop. Putting it like that didn’t help a smidge.
The captain would have his head if he knew that he was busy getting romantically involved with a beautiful young man while working on a case. But the captain had no idea how much he yearned for feeling the sort of happiness he only seemed to find by getting entangled with this quixotic neighbor of his, who had entered his life not by barging in but by knocking politely and asking to be let in.
“So,” Otis asked, and he sounded so sly yet unaware of it as he did so, “am I your permanent boyfriend now?”
“Yes,” Hudson said and laughed. “You are.”
“That is such great news! I will work hard!”
He would work hard. That was something he was good at, and Hudson was crazy about him for it.
“Then how about you put another condom on me and work hard on my cock?” he joked.
“Right away!” Otis jumped up from the bed ignoring, without a doubt, how delicious he looked completely naked and moving about.
His moves were clumsy but determined as he tried to get the condom on Hudson’s half-erect cock.
“You will have to make it a bit harder first,” Hudson said and caressed his head. “Do you know how to do that?”
Otis gave him a sideways look but then his face lit up. “Yes. I learned it from you.”
Hudson didn’t have a chance to ask what that was, because Otis already had his cock in his mouth. And damn, if he didn’t look like he belonged there, between his legs, getting that pretty mouth of his busy with giving pleasure.
“Are you enjoying this?” Hudson asked.
Otis’s eyelids fluttered in response. He didn’t let go of the cock growing hard in his mouth but set to work with even more conviction. Hudson could swear that he needed to look away if he didn’t want to end up blowing all over that pretty face, but it wasn’t like he had a choice.
Where experience failed him, Otis had the enthusiasm to make up for it. He was using his tongue, too, as much as he could, and he licked Hudson’s cock from all sides, insistent around the piercing, which seemed to fascinate him. Suddenly, he stopped.
“I didn’t feel it a lot when you put it in my butt. Was it because of the condom? But it’s advertised that they will let you feel everything.”
“Then maybe you’ll feel it once I put it inside you raw.”
“Raw? Right. Bareback. Is that correct?”
“Yes. Your theory is in order. But before you get it into your head that we should try it right now, we won’t.”
“Why not?”
He knew he had to reply with the right answer. It wasn’t a matter of health issues, without a doubt. Before Otis had entered his life, he had gone through quite a dry patch, and his last bill of health had reported he was perfect on all accounts. He wouldn’t have let Otis drink his cum otherwise.
So what was holding him back? This relationship was evolving without him at the helm, it seemed.
“It’s a big step,” he said.
“Of course,” Otis hurried to agree. “We will have to go to the doctor’s office and listen to him or her asking us questions about our sex life. We will have to answer truthfully and then have our blood analyzed.”
“Yeah. And who wants to do that?” Hudson grabbed at the offered reason to postpone what had to be inevitable with such a hottie in his bed.
Only that he was the one in the hottie’s bed and, apparently, he wasn’t calling the shots anymore. The little devil snickered.
“Are you afraid of needles, Hudson?”
“Oh, fuck off,” Hudson said with a laugh. “Are you going to suck my cock or not?”
“Wait. I only need to make it harder to put on the condom. Then, I’m going to climb on top, right? Or is that too fast for a beginner like me?”
“You look to me like you’re the fastest learner in the West,” Hudson joked.
Otis nodded and smiled. And then, like it wasn’t a thing he had just learned, he pushed half of Hudson’s cock in his mouth in one go.
TBC