#itsvicksen

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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. 

“I don’t hookup with people I don’t like.... I think sex is just a way of sharing yourself with another person. There’s only one I’ve taken out to dinner, though.” 

“Oh, this game again. Choices, choices. I think I’d have to fuck Taylor... again. His body’s made for sin, and the only way to shut up that sassy mouth is to put something in it.... I’d kiss Rowan, because his lips are very full. And I’d marry Lowe, because most people say you should marry your best friend.” 

@itsvicksen @rowanmatthews @lowesutton

“I’m going to assume you mean Alec, because I don’t think I know an Alex. That being said.... I’d probably marry Seven because he doesn’t seem interested in us fucking or kissing. I’d fuck Taylor, because again, dat ass. And I’d kiss Alec, because I know kissing him wouldn’t end there.....” 

“Taylor’s ass is a thing of myths. Obviously, I want up in there. I guess I’d marry Lowe, not that I could afford to keep him in marijuana. Aaaaand... I’d kill kiss Alwyn even though he’d probably sooner die.”