Author's note:
I haven't even realized how long it has been since I updated this story, mea culpa. I will stick to a schedule of one chapter per week from now on, and I hope you nice people are still reading it.
cannd - Otis is learning things on the good, and he's an awesome student. Very dedicated!
Iamboredtoo - I promise to update regularly from now on!
MarcLuciFer - Otis is taking bold steps, regardless of his naivete! He might get a good idea about what the collar will mean for him and Hudson, a very particular thing :)
Exluke1 - Hudson will spoil Otis even more :)
Please, enjoy the new chapter!
Chapter Nine -- Into the Light of Another
The camera had long been forgotten, as Hudson pressed his lips firmly against the soft ones opening for him like a delicate flower. How could some people walk through the world without any of its darkness marring the most beautiful part of them? Yes, he wasn't mincing words; he meant every one of them as he praised Otis, and it wasn't only his physical appearance that made him so. Otis's beauty shone from the inside and it spilled out of him through his mysterious eye, through the way his mouth opened to talk so innocently about things both big and small, without ever making a difference between them and treating all of them with the same deference as if the whole world mattered.
In the Twinlight basement, his skin had turned so cold, crawling with apprehension, and now he felt warm as he touched the supple body moving ever so gently under his fingertips. This new experience reminded him of a song talking about how cracks were only there to let the light in, only that Otis, the whole of him, was the perfect opposite, and it was the light radiating from him, as kind as his soul was, and warming those living outside in the gray dull world.
A soft cute moan from the other pulled him out of his musings, and the reality of their hard bodies meeting rippled like an earthquake aftershock through him. He brought one hand to caress Otis's face, the curve of his neck over the heart buckle of the choker, the expanse of a collarbone until he wrapped it around a smooth shoulder. Hudson felt as if he wanted to fill his hands with the lovely being shuddering slightly under him for as long as time allowed him.
Such luxuries were meant for further examination at another time. Without needing a map and a compass, he knew very well what Otis needed, despite his innocence. "Is this all right?" he asked in a ragged voice, as he traced an invisible line from Otis's solar plexus down to his bellybutton and then lower. Even that part of him was as cute as the rest. Hudson felt a deep need to tease Otis until he heard him cry out, incapable of letting his pleasure soar higher.
"Everything is all right when I'm with you," Otis breathed out and watched him with both eyes, unlike before.
Hudson caught himself in time. He wanted to touch that raised skin, that scar, and ask Otis about it and learn everything about whoever had hurt him so that he could chase them to the end of the world and hurt them back. The only thing keeping him from doing so was that he didn't want to risk Otis shutting him out because he wanted too much too soon.
Hudson dared to venture further. Now, he was cupping the smooth ball sac in his right hand, rolling the testes inside slowly. He needed to proceed with caution. Everything about Otis screamed that he was an innocent in every aspect. Therefore, no matter how willing his gorgeous neighbor was, it was in his hands to respect that lack of knowledge and handle it with care.
"What about here?" Hudson asked and pressed his thumb on the engorged head of Otis's cock.
It was, indeed, such a cute thing, not too long, but not too short, either, a bit on the thick side, which was surprising for someone of Otis's slender frame. In Hudson's eyes it was simply perfect and, given free rein, he wanted to gorge himself on it, swallow it to the hilt and lick it at length. However, he needed to ask, and in terms that would leave no room for misunderstanding.
"You..." Otis whispered, lost for words as he seemed.
"You will have to do better than that. I need to hear you," Hudson said gently. "Can you put it into words? Can you ask me?"
"I..." Otis began again. His hands were running freely through Hudson's short hair, tentative at first, but progressively bolder. "I want you to--" He swallowed and couldn't continue.
"Allow me to help you. I will tell you what I want, and then you'll either agree or not. Is that okay?" Otis nodded eagerly. "I want to put my mouth on your cock," Hudson said firmly. The look of perfect astonishment that met his eyes convinced him -- as if there was any need -- that Otis mustn't have done such a thing with anyone else until now. No one could be that good an actor and pretend to be innocent in this day and age. "Have you ever done this with anyone? Has anyone sucked you off?"
"No," Otis whispered.
"Would you like me to?"
"I would love it." The affirmative was finally spoken in a firmer voice.
So Hudson let his wishes come true as he locked eyes with Otis and took him in his mouth.
***
Were they skipping steps by going directly to that? Otis didn't think so, because everything felt too right to be wrong. Hudson was, without a doubt, most generous to offer something of the kind. When he had seen videos of men doing that sort of thing, Otis had found himself prey to so much desire that he had never lasted longer than a couple of minutes. According to plenty of articles he had read online, men in general considered that lack of stamina to be shameful and, under any other circumstances, Otis would have said 'no' to Hudson's offer. However, since he was learning and Hudson was his teacher, there was no shame in being what the Internet called 'a fast shooter'.
But what if Hudson minded such a thing? What if he couldn't conduct his lesson properly because Otis was too fast? He needed to ask. "I might," he said with difficulty while the contact of firm lips with that part of him made his back arch off the sofa, "be too fast."
Merciful in his own right, Hudson removed his mouth for a moment. "It doesn't matter. I will enjoy it either way."
"All right, all right then," Otis repeated for the sake of giving himself courage. "Please proceed with, um --"
"With blowing you?" Hudson's dark eyes flashed at him.
Otis felt his cheeks turning crimson. Then, he steeled himself. Wasn't he the one who said that he needed to get rid of his shyness and become bolder in his interactions with men? Hudson was a man, and not only. He was his teacher and someone who would accepts his missteps on the matter. "Yes, please," he confirmed, but his voice was shaky and nothing like the bold person he hoped to become.
"Say it," Hudson encouraged him. "Say it with your own words, but say it as dirty as you can."
Dirty was another word for sexy, as Otis had dutifully had written down in his secret notebook. Now, that was quite the tall order and he had no idea if he could pull it off. Nonetheless, he was there to learn, which meant that he could at least try. "I want you to--" he started bravely and then stopped abruptly. "May I start again?"
Hudson stuck out his tongue and licked the head of Otis's member slowly. Otis trembled as new sensations swam through him like electric eels. "You may start as many times as you want. But don't mind my getting to work in the meantime. Something tells me that you only need the proper stimulation to get your dirty-talking juices flowing."
Oh, there would be juices, and they would be flowing, Otis thought, as his eyes remained glued to the impossible scene in front of him. Hudson had to be a master of all things sexual, and that had been the same line of thinking he had had from the very start of getting to know his neighbor. His masculine jawline, his firm lips, the way his thick eyebrows furrowed as he was... getting to work, as he had mentioned -- that was a lot more than Otis had ever envisioned while picturing himself on the receiving end of this type of sexual act.
"I can feel your tongue," he whispered. "It's so good." He trembled from head to toes, although Hudson was teasing and playing only with that part of him. "You are... sucking me..."
He shuddered as he felt the wave of pleasure growing inside him, as he had seen at the beach, a long time ago, on the only trip there he had ever been to, that rise of the water, so inevitable, so smooth, before the crest broke to fall and accelerate toward the shore.
There was no crest breaking to speak of. Otis gasped as Hudson caught his cock by its base, making a vise-like grip with his fingers. The wave remained up there, cutting his breathing for a moment.
"What are you doing?" he asked and blinked. His skin was burning, his eyes were getting moist, and he had never felt such great pleasure in his life.
"I'm helping you feel this for a little while longer," Hudson explained.
Otis nodded. "You are such a great teacher. I'm happy I found you." He wanted to sound as polite as possible, but his words came out chopped off and ungraceful, since he couldn't control the sensations wreaking havoc inside him.
"Let's try something else." Hudson wrapped his tongue slowly around the head, his eyes half-closing. He was teasing the skin right underneath, making the shudders inside Otis grow in intensity so much that they felt like small earthquakes.
"What..." Otis began and blinked away a few tears of extreme pleasure. "What does it taste like?"
"Like the most delicious thing I've ever had," Hudson told him and released the tight ring at the base of Otis's cock for a moment while engulfing him whole in his mouth.
That was high praise and it had to be a bit of a white lie, the kind that was allowed from time to time. Otis could only assume that Hudson had tasted many delicious things in his life, and probably 'that' wasn't exactly the most delicious of them all. Or, maybe, if he thought about it... but he couldn't because that very moment, Hudson squeezed him between his lips and pulled up only to descend fast.
