His hand shakily moved closer to Hudson's, his pinky finger slightly overlapping Hudson's own. The palm of Hudson's hand was rough and calloused but the top of it wasn't. It was smooth and honey-colored and sent chills down Eli's spine.
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•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "You better fucking catch me!" Those were the words that Eli yelled before he jumped from the window, it went by fast but he could still feel the way the air blew through his shirt and his hair before he landed on Hudson.
Hudson didn't exactly catch him the way he was planning, but this way worked too. He was on the ground, with Eli now on his stomach. The force of Eli hitting Hudson caused him to fall over, but Eli wasn't hurt and that was what mattered to Hudson in those moments.
Eli didn't even have time to blush and apologize profusely before Hudson helped him up and dragged him by the arm and started to run.
Eli's heart was thumping harder than ever—not just because of running—because of the grip Hudson had on his hand. His mind was desperately pleading him to pull his hand away from Hudson's warm enclosure, but Eli couldn't bring himself to do so. His original fear and panic ceased to exist in that moment because all he could think about was that he was going to be at Hudson's house again and that maybe, just maybe, their hands would touch again.
Hudson stopped running when he felt they were a safe enough distance away from Eli's house. Hands on his knees and chest heaving, Hudson let out an airy laugh. Eli squinted his eyes at Hudson.
"Why are you laughing?!" Eli yelled—though he wasn't exactly mad, just confused on what joke he happened to miss, or maybe he was the joke.
"Nothing, Nothing." Hudson said and then began to answer some more when he saw the nervousness on Eli's face. "It's just the adrenaline, and the relief that's washing over me."
Eli nodded his head, understanding to a certain degree what he meant, for he had just been smiling as they ran as well. He looked around him, not recognizing where they were—but that's not too surprising since he doesn't get out much. It was mostly shrubs and large pines that towered over everything, touching the heavens. There was, however a swing set and a merry-go-round that sat in a small patch of bark. There was one, slightly ominous looking, lamppost that stood next to the swing as well as some miscellaneous foliage.
Hudson sighed and sat down on the old swing set, holding his hands in his lap. Eli nervously shuffled over, sitting on the swing next to Hudson's. "Where are we?" Eli broke the silence.
"It's a park just out of town." Hudson explained. "I come here a lot to think."
Eli nodded, understanding the importance of having a specific spot to think. "Yeah, I have one of those."
Hudson hummed before asking "where". Eli stayed quiet, just the sound of the squeaking swings being heard.
"I'll show you some day, but I don't want you to know yet." Eli explained, ignoring the way Hudson's shoulders dropped lower. He needed to know for a fact that Hudson was someone he could trust before he told him anything that could someday be used against him.
