Don Juan had expected to be wrapped around Hudson in a tangled fluster as they stumbled towards the bed. Instead his cheek was pressed up against the door, and Hudson had him tight from behind. Were they fucking or fighting? Hudson had just been kissing him downstairs. There was no reason for anything to have changed.

Then Hudson explained. Oh. There was an odd feeling starting in the pit of Don Juan's stomach. Hudson had him at every advantage. Hudson was stronger anyway, and the angle between them gave Don Juan no leverage. Since he'd left his pants in the hallway he didn't have his wand. Wholly at Hudson's mercy — and that seemed to mean something different now than it had a few minutes ago.

After a beat, he nodded.

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