Don Juan shrugged, recalcitrant. "Maybe I don't." He understood this moment well enough; crackling with tension, it was impossible to mistake. He still didn't understand what had started all of this, though. He didn't understand why Hudson had turned him away months ago. He'd said because Don Juan was high, but he still couldn't buy that it was really only that. As though Hudson had never slept with someone who was high before? As though he'd never slept with someone while he was high? Who didn't take the opportunity to get high when it arose, and who wouldn't have added sex into it if given the chance? So there had to be something else, he thought. He'd been fairly confident he'd figured it out, but then Hudson had gotten so agitated that now he wasn't sure. Whatever that was, lurking in their past — that he didn't understand.

But that wasn't going to get resolved now. Not with the heat between the pair of them.

"Make me," he said quietly.

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