Chapter Seventeen -- Blurred Lines
Grime and sweat. Under other circumstances, Hudson would've understood the appeal. As one of the young models wrapped his arms around a large rusty vertical pipe and looked at him, only his eyes visible over his shoulder, the rest of his face concealed, Hudson adjusted the lens on his camera, focusing on the erotic aspect of the display. The young man's penis was hidden from view, so that the enticing curve of his behind along with the keen look in his eyes were the focus of the picture. Those were all his artistic inputs, and so far, they had been acceptable to Watkins who, no matter what Jackie believed, wasn't the big boss. The evil mastermind behind it all was the mysterious man with a metallic voice that Jasper had overheard that time. According to his research, Hudson thought the man must have undergone a total laryngectomy surgical intervention and now talked only by means of an electrolarynx. The only good thing he could surmise was that he would be able to identify the man easily if they ever met.
And he hoped that they would meet only so that he could put him behind bars forever. That is unless he felt too tempted to wrap his hands around the man's throat and make sure he'd never talk or breathe again. Such dark thoughts veiled his mind as he continued to snap picture after picture.
"What are you doing?" One of the models had crawled on his hands and knees so that his head was now disappearing into the mouth of the large hearth at the base of the blast furnace.
The guy pulled his head out and stared at him. "The boss said that we need to show some initiative. That you're way too vanilla for the hardcore stuff."
Hudson balanced the camera in his hand. "You don't say," he said dryly. "And what's that supposed to mean? Do you think you're sexy if only your butt is sticking out of there?"
The young man glared at him, annoyed at being called out for his lack of imagination. "The boss said that he'd like to see some headless shots."
Hudson turned on his heel and put his camera back in his case. "I think we're done here," he said snappily.
That seemed to send the would-be model into a different state than earlier. "Come on, man," he whined, "I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that he said everything I just told you, and I'm on trial, so I don't know if I'll make it to the final selection and stuff."
For his sake, it would be good if he didn't make it to the final selection. However, Hudson couldn't risk another Jasper incident, not right now. The chances were that Watkins's long arm would be able to reach these boys no matter how far they ran. The only way to ensure all these guys' safety was by cutting that long arm off, figuratively speaking.
"Looking to stand out?" he asked the young man.
The other nodded eagerly.
"You and him," he said and pointed to another guy. "Sixty-nine. Now."
If Watkins wanted headless shots, he needed to be a man -- an evil one -- about it and tell it to his face.
***
Jackie was picking something from under his fingernails and seemed engrossed in this grooming activity. He raised his eyes and stared at Hudson. "Did you say something, man?"
"We're done here. Ready to roll?"
"Yeah." Jackie looked at the group of young men, who were now engaged in various stages of different sex acts.
Apparently, Hudson thought with wry humor, he did have something of a pornographic artist in him. By stimulating the models at hand to ensure that the pictures he took were as erotic as possible, it appeared that he had managed to stimulate other bits of them in the process, too. He could bet an arm and a leg that Watkins wouldn't be too pleased with his shots, but the asshole needed to show his hand even if it meant that he'd have to guide Hudson through it like he had only half a brain.
"Damn, I think I need to get out of here before I do something I regret," Jackie said and grabbed his crotch with a hiss.
"If you want to get freaky, you can stay," Hudson suggested.
"Nah, I mean, I thought about it, and no way."
The change in attitude surprised Hudson. "Why?"
Jackie winced. "Look at you, man. You have a boyfriend. I bet it's not because you like to fool around. And I need to be a guy with standards now. For Otis."
"What about those itches in your britches?" Hudson reminded him.
Jackie sighed. "I guess I can settle for my own hand for a while. I bet that guy's a blast in bed. The quiet ones always are. But they're so hard to catch. So, let's roll." He made quick work of calling the guys in charge of chauffeuring the models around.
Hudson touched the bottom of his case, pretending that a few of the things he had stashed in there haphazardly didn't fit properly, but Jackie didn't throw one strange look in his direction, his eyes gliding over his moves without registering anything.
Watkins had sent his gorillas to do his dirty work. Jackie couldn't have been on the team to search his apartment the night before. That was good to know. However, the way Jackie continued to yap his mouth about Otis was getting on his nerves, and he needed to control himself for the sake of the investigation. One way or another, there was a high probability that Jackie would find out about him and Otis, and managing the shitshow that would surely go down as soon as that happened was not something he looked forward to.
"Is this Otis of yours single?" he asked as they made their way back to the car, leaving the others behind.
"Yeah, he's single. What kind of question is that?" Jackie bristled as if he had just been poked with a sharp instrument.
"A guy as awesome as he is," Hudson continued, "there's no way others haven't seen him, too."
"I saw him first," Jackie said, petulant like a child.
"Just saying, man. I mean, prepare for disappointment, and it won't hurt that much."
Jackie stared at him over the roof of the car just before climbing inside. "You know what, Vegas? You can really be an asshole when you want to be. No, Otis is single. I asked him out. He keeps saying he can't date 'cause he has like online classes or some stuff like that and he's busy in the evenings."
"Maybe he can't date because he has a guy he's seeing," Hudson said with a thin smile. Why was he enjoying seeing Jackie squirm so much? It wasn't like him to be a sadist. That part about getting a hold of himself was turning truer and truer. He'd have to start on it and preferably, as soon as possible.
"He's not seeing anyone," Jackie mumbled morosely and got into the car, making sure to slam the door on his side loud enough to make a point.
***
"Do you think I could make this using a crockpot?" Otis asked, pointing at an item on their menu. Since their manager allowed them to have some of the food made in the kitchen, he knew that dish to be very good. Sure, he could take some of it home and serve it to his neighbor, but he had made a promise to cook, and that he had to do.
Missy shrugged. "I have no idea. Do you have a crockpot?"
"Yes, a small one. It's energy efficient and came with non-stick coating," he explained.
"I've heard that you can make basically everything in one of those. Ask the cook for some tips, and there you go." Missy smiled broadly and nudged Otis in the ribs playfully. "Don't tell me you want to put some meat on those bones for the sake of your temporary boyfriend."
A remark like that would have hurt him in the past because it reminded him that he was skinny and therefore, not very appealing for men who wanted to have sex with him. If they wanted that in the first place. However, he had two reasons why his thoughts didn't immediately take him there. One, Missy was his friend, and she would never hurt him, not on purpose at least, and two, Hudson already wanted to have sex with him and didn't appear bothered by his skinny self at all.
"No, that is not my purpose. But I promised my boyfriend," he said and giggled, because it sounded so funny to say words like that, "that I would cook for him."
"Wow, you're looking to get married," Missy teased him, and her eyes laughed along with her mouth. "And you're coming to me for advice when it's clear as day that you don't need no help."
That made him very happy. It meant that he was on the right path to make Hudson see that he was indispensable. The temporary position would soon turn into a permanent one, no question about it. Well, he did have questions, but that was how that expression went, and he liked it.
***
"Jackie's here. Do you want to take his order?" Missy asked. "Be careful when you tell him you got yourself a boyfriend."
"Careful in what way?" Otis asked, filled with curiosity. He was always as careful as he could possibly be, especially around other people.
"You're going to break his heart," Missy explained and caressed his cheek briefly.
"I don't want to do that," Otis replied. The idea of breaking plates horrified him enough; breaking people's hearts would be too much for him to bear.
"You know, at first, I thought he only wanted to get into your pants," Missy said with a pensive look on her face. "I mean, he's a bit of a city slicker, with that attitude, flaunting his money and everything. But no one is this persistent when he's told 'no' over and over again. He really likes you."
Otis felt his chest squeezing in on itself briefly. How was he supposed to get through such a thing? Never before had he thought about needing to learn how to... what? Reject someone? The concept was completely alien to him. He had only thought of learning about how to handle rejection from various self-help books that hadn't proven very helpful in the end. Could he recommend one of those to Jackie, seeing that he was bound to make a mistake when handling this situation, based on his lack of knowledge? But those weren't very good recommendations, now that he thought about it properly.
"Hey, where did you go?" Missy asked, staring at him and looking a bit concerned.
"Do you think that recommending a good self-help book to Jackie on how to handle rejection would help?"
Missy laughed and shook her head. "Let's not go that far. I don't think he's going to need therapy over such a thing. And I bet that it wouldn't be the first time in his life he has gotten told that. Still, since I've seen that he isn't such a bad guy, let's figure out a way to get him to understand that you still like him, only not as boyfriend material. What do you say?"
