they looked better on you, anyway
closed for @itsvicksen
Hudson hadn’t been sure why Taylor had never texted him, or called him. Their night together had been complicated, but beautiful in it’s own fucked up kind of way. Taylor had looked on good on his knees, but he looked better when drifting off to sleep wrapped in his arms with his black, silk sheets hugged around them both. Hudson didn’t just make breakfast for anyone, either way.
He’d gotten dressed up for the gym in his short short shorts and his cropped tank, jacket hanging open over it, and was ready to go. When he opened the door, however, he was greeted by the curly mopped boy kneeling before his door, setting down the pile of clothes he had loaned him, obviously not here to stay or even say hi, but Hudson would say it. “Hey, Tay...,” he breathed, scratching at the back of his head awkwardly, standing before him all tall, maybe just trying to look tough so he didn’t seem vulnerable.

















