Basking in the afterglow — not something that happened all that often for him. When he slept with women Don Juan tried to see to their pleasure first which meant sex was over when he climaxed, and then depending on the nature of the tryst he was either getting dressed and getting out before he could be spotted by the wrong person, or surrendering to the drowsiness that came on after — the same thing Hudson was doing now. With Hudson the roles had always been reversed though, and Hudson kept him active enough in the moments after he came to easily burn through the lethargy. So oftentimes after Hudson took him to bed Don Juan was left with some minutes to himself afterwards, feeling blissfully at ease and watching fondly as Hudson drifted off.
Maybe the remark about the cigarettes wouldn't have affected him so deeply if it had been said at any other time, but it hadn't been; it found him in this window, in the stretch of golden moments between good sex and good sleep. He blinked at the words, almost suspecting he had misheard, then leaned over towards the nightstand Hudson had indicated and pulled the drawer open to see if it was true. There they were. Right brand, right flavor. A full pack. These weren't the ones Don Juan had left at Hudson's flat however long ago; those had been sent back in the pocket of his coat. Hudson had bought more, at some point, and then he'd held on to them. Not just one passing thought that he'd happened to act on, either — he'd moved to a new house, and he'd decided to bring these with him and to put them in the nightstand in his bedroom, even knowing Don Juan didn't have his address.
Don Juan looked from the pack of cigarettes to the shape of Hudson's shoulder as his arm lay carelessly across the bed and a thought occurred to him, sitting heavy and solid at the base of his brain: I could fall in love with him.
That hadn't worked out very well for him, before.
He tossed the cigarettes back into the drawer, which he didn't bother to close, and snaked his way back into bed, finding his way back to the space he'd vacated beneath Hudson's arm. "Don't fall asleep yet," he said, pulling his body up close to Hudson's from top to bottom. "I want to tell you something."
Maybe the remark about the cigarettes wouldn't have affected him so deeply if it had been said at any other time, but it hadn't been; it found him in this window, in the stretch of golden moments between good sex and good sleep. He blinked at the words, almost suspecting he had misheard, then leaned over towards the nightstand Hudson had indicated and pulled the drawer open to see if it was true. There they were. Right brand, right flavor. A full pack. These weren't the ones Don Juan had left at Hudson's flat however long ago; those had been sent back in the pocket of his coat. Hudson had bought more, at some point, and then he'd held on to them. Not just one passing thought that he'd happened to act on, either — he'd moved to a new house, and he'd decided to bring these with him and to put them in the nightstand in his bedroom, even knowing Don Juan didn't have his address.
Don Juan looked from the pack of cigarettes to the shape of Hudson's shoulder as his arm lay carelessly across the bed and a thought occurred to him, sitting heavy and solid at the base of his brain: I could fall in love with him.
That hadn't worked out very well for him, before.
He tossed the cigarettes back into the drawer, which he didn't bother to close, and snaked his way back into bed, finding his way back to the space he'd vacated beneath Hudson's arm. "Don't fall asleep yet," he said, pulling his body up close to Hudson's from top to bottom. "I want to tell you something."
![[Image: 0hYxCaj.png]](https://i.imgur.com/0hYxCaj.png)
MJ made this <3