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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Eli •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• The next day Eli woke up with a cold sweat, he went to look at the time on the alarm clock by his bed but he remembered in his daze that he wasn't at home. Hudson was sleeping peacefully next to him, his dark hair in his face and soft snores leaving his mouth. Eli could feel it. The urge to just reach out. To just touch his skin. He couldn't. He wouldn't.
The nightmare he had just had spoiled any type of need for attention. He wanted to be alone. And even though Hudson was asleep, he was still next to him. And that was far too close for comfort. Eli managed to quietly climb out of bed, trying his hardest to not wake up Hudson, before opening the door that squeaked a little. Eli nervously looked back at Hudson and was relieved to see he was still asleep before he walked to the bathroom.
He didn't bother to turn on the lights, his eyes we'll adjusted to the dark, and pulled back the shower curtain. He climbed inside, not bothering to take off his clothes, and turned the water on. He had showered there enough now that he knew the water would come out warm right away and he welcomed the heat and steam with closed eyes. He sank down to the floor, his knees bent in a way so they were pulled up to his chest.
It was times like these where nothing mattered to him. It didn't matter that his hair was dripping water into his eyes. It didn't matter that his clothes were soaked and he didn't have a change of clothes in the bathroom. It didn't matter when the warm water ran out and he felt goosebumps on his skin. He could feel it. He could feel all of it still and he yearned for something to take that feeling away. But god it wasn't working! The water didn't distract him from the scene unraveling in his head. It wouldn't wash away the physical feeling of gruff hands or sore limbs. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Hudson woke up when he no longer felt the warmth from Eli's body next to him, something he had been growing accustomed to. He blinked away the sleep in his eyes and blindly patted around for his phone. The bright screen made him grimace as he checked the time. 3:28.
His brain was still processing why he was awake at that time until he heard the water in the shower running. He got up, his legs wobbly from being used after many hours of laying asleep. His door was left ajar and he knew Eli must've left it that way so it wouldn't squeak when it closed.
He stood outside the door, a blush on his face from the thought racing through his head, but the concern for Eli was stronger than his hormones. He knocked on the door as lightly as he could, trying to make sure he didn't wake Nick or Camille up. There was no reply so he tried again. Nothing. Hudson was getting anxious with bad thoughts, automatically assuming the worst.
His hand touched the cold knob and turned it experimentally, finding that it was unlocked. He slowly opened the door and stuck his head in, trying to make sure he wasn't invading Eli's privacy. When he looked around he noticed there were no clothes thrown on the floor and he cocked his head in confusion. He opened the door open the rest of the way and walked inside taking note that the room wasn't foggy and hot like it normally would be when someone took a shower.
