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Jude has always known Sharpness to be, more or less, an outright prude.
It was not something the blonde openly claimed, but a feature that Jude, and many others, have plainly observed him to possess.
And while it did not pose an issue for the others who had poked fun at Sharp’s frustrations and ineptitude involving the subject, it was a persistent and quite troublesome adversary that Jude continually battled uphill. For Jude has been trying to get into the blond’s pants ever since they agreed to set their differences aside and work together (an event that was much to Jude’s delight, despite his present predicament).
Brains and brawn, most would consider the two.
However, Jude was tormentingly adamant that he harboured both attributes, with a proper knack for wit as well as a strong build to match, but he’d cede, accepting the extremely palpable intelligence gap between the two. Which was prevalent as the ostensible “brawn” of their operations was seemingly determined to never even realize Jude wanted to get his dick wet; utterly oblivious.
Being near Sharpness had lately become an excruciating, woeful task, for his last act of sexual release had been a furious, for lack of better words, lonely fuck into his pillow; desperately trying to conjure the image of Sharp spread lewdly before him; a regrettable night that had left him exhausted and drained; emotionally and physically; as well as proving to only further his libidinal unrest.
In these horrid times, Jude cursed his hypersexuality as a rabbit that his own ministrations could not quell.
After another testing day of trapping, Jude stomped down the stairs of his base, crossing the threshold with a forceful stride that held no patience for the blond man he knew he would be forced to interact with. Jude was looking forward to simply ignoring the source of his plights; getting in the shower, and jerking himself raw while taking in the sugary, floral scents of the products that Sharpness had migrated into Jude’s bathroom over the cource of their partnership.
This tentative plan was promptly shattered as Jude swung open the door to his bedroom.
Jude’s eyes hard-locked onto the figure sitting atop his bed.
Sharpness sat hunched at the edge of the mattress, shoulders drawn in as if trying to fold himself smaller. An open first aid kit lay gutted and ransacked at his feet, gauze and alcohol wipes strewn across the floor; a very telling aftermath of a failed attempt at injury control. Blood slipped in a slow, smeared line down his calf, darkening the hardwood it dripped onto, seeping between the boards.
But that wasn’t what held Jude captive.
Sharpness sniffled, the sound small and uneven in the quiet room. When he looked up, his eyes were glassy and swollen, lashes clumped together with moisture. His cheeks, usually so firm and hollow, were blotched, plump and round, damp from tears. His nose was rubbed raw, flushed a soft, irritated red from the back of his hand.
He looked wrecked.
And God, Jude reveled in the way Sharpness’s breath caught at the small tear-induced hiccup that escaped his throat. The rabbit had to abstain from grinning ear-to-ear.
This was the first time he had ever seen Sharpness cry, and it had awakened something malicious and ugly, twisting low in Jude’s gut.
Jude moved before he could think better of it, closing the distance in three quick steps and dropping into a crouch between Sharpness’s knees.
“What happened?” he asked, voice lowering into feigned casualness. “Why’re you crying?”
Under different circumstances, the thought of someone laying hands on Sharpness would’ve lit a fuse in Jude, completely outraging him. But now, he only felt a dark coiling gratitude toward whoever had sent him back like this, shaking and needing.
Jude was exceedingly satisfied with this discovery of himself.
Jude’s hands got to work automatically. He swept aside the ruined gauze and stained wrappings with efficiency. Sharpness was never good at patching his wounds; it was marvelous that he even attempted it without Jude’s nagging. He lifted Sharp’s ankle and settled it carefully on his thigh, steadying the leg as he leaned in to examine the wound. The slash across the calf was deep enough to threaten, yet shallow enough to fix.
Sharpness sniffed again before speaking, seemingly comforted by Jude’s aversion to teasing for once; the thin and frayed voice undeniably sending a jolt straight to Jude’s dick. “I got jumped.”
Jude hummed softly at the lackluster response, as though he cared to know more; he did not. His focus outwardly stayed on the cut, on the slow bead of blood welling at the edge as he cleaned it, but internally, Jude was further concerned with memorizing the scene before him, setting it aside in his mind for his lustful nights. The sting made Sharpness tense; a winced inhale slipped through his teeth.
Jude’s dick felt that, too.
“I thought you’d be home later…” Sharpness added, smaller now.
Jude paused, glancing up. “And what does that have to do with anything?” he asked mildly, dragging the antiseptic pad carefully along the length of the wound.
Sharpness’s nose scrunched as Jude expected it would. His head turned away, lashes still damp. “You asked why I was crying.”
A slow smile curved across Jude’s mouth.
“You were crying,” he said softly, “because you thought I wouldn’t be here?”
Sharpness hesitated only a second before nodding.
“Does that also explain why you decided my room was the place of interest?” Jude questioned, not able to help his fingers slipping down, tracing the divots of Sharpness’s delicate ankle rather than tending to his injury. Jude looked up once more.
“It’s where the first aid was,” Sharpness reasoned, fragilely, not commenting on the other ogling him.
Jude nodded, accepting the rational answer, replying: “Alright.”
The rabbit forced his attention back to the task at hand, administering first aid; long fingers steady despite the heated thrum beneath his skin. His fluffy ears lay flattened against his head in forced concentration. He wound the fresh bandage carefully around Sharp’s calf, each pass snug but not tight, sealing away the damage. When he finished, he pressed the gauze into place and let his palm linger for half a second longer than necessary.
“There,” he murmured.
His hand slid up to pat Sharp’s knee lightly, a quiet signal that he was done. The touch was brief, but grounded.
Jude gathered the discarded supplies next, sweeping up bloodied pads and torn wrappers with brisk efficiency. He shoved everything back into the first aid kit haphazardly, without the care he’d shown the wound, snapping the lid shut with a dull click.
Then he rose to his full height in one smooth motion, ears lifting slightly as his shadow fell over the bed. Sharpness usually towered over Jude, holding an unfortunate handful of inches above the rabbit’s head, but with Sharpness sat so still and politely below him, Jude loomed.
The room felt smaller now that Jude did nothing but stare.
“What?” Sharpness muttered, wiping at his face to finally rid himself of the lingering stains.
Jude leaned forward slightly, “Nothin’. Just wondering why’d you cry over this.”
Sharpness leaned back in tow. “Huh?”
“I’ve seen you worse,” Jude said plainly. “And you never cried.”
“I wanted to,” Sharpness muttered begrudgingly, averting his gaze from Jude’s insistent one.
The rabbit enjoyed that answer. A soft, thoughtful hum vibrated in his throat, repeating, “You wanted to?”
“Yes,” Sharpness answered, fingers twitching against the sheets. The admission seemed to deflate the blond. “I didn’t know you’d be here—can you stop?”
A faint crease formed between Sharpness’s brows.
“Stop what?” Jude asked. He knew exactly what Sharpness meant; Jude was inexorably crowding the other. Jude’s knees brushed against the edge of the mattress, placed between Sharp’s legs. He was truly a sight to see; the cacophonous urge to devour bloomed viciously deep inside the rabbit.
Sharpness finally raised his eyes, still red, with something flustered in his expression. Sharpness planted a hand firmly against Jude’s chest and shoved. “That.”
Jude was forced to take a step back, breath hitching invisibly. Sharpness’s hand was cold and solid, pushing him back; synonymously drawing a fine line, a boundary, as to where Jude was allowed to subside in his proximity. This went unappreciated, but Jude did not return to his former overbearing stance; instead, he placed his hands on his hips, shifting his weight to one foot and tapping it repeatedly against the floor in vexation. His ears tilted backward slightly.
Sharpness squinted at him in return.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” Jude protested, guise rearranging itself into wounded, faux innocence, wide-eyed and affronted.
The blond man pursed his lips, wiping one last snivel away, muttering: “You were hovering.”
“I was standing.”
“You were staring.”
“I was checking if you have any other injuries that I should be conscious of, because we both know that you’re not going to do anything about them,” Jude reasoned falsely, irritation creeping into his tone. As in most of their exchanges, this instance began to pivot from pleasurable to the wonted frustration Jude commonly endured.
Sharpness scrunched his nose. “You were not.”
Jude’s mouth twitched.
“Why are you being so weird?” Sharpness asked. Jude took notice of the fact that his shoulders were still tight and slumped, and the red and gloss rimming his jewel-like eyes remained.
Jude inclined his head slightly at the question, studying quietly. Sharpness shifted under the scrutiny.
The rabbit was finished with this nonsense, not willing to further indulge himself or Sharp. Relenting, Jude brought a hand up to drag down his face, pausing to rub his temple in barely repressed exasperation. Jude was thoroughly dissatisfied with the notion that Sharp had only wished to break down and cry like a child on the sole condition that Jude was not present to witness. He was more choleric than aroused as of current; all fault of Sharpness.
“I’m not being weird,” Jude finally replied with bite, dropping his hand. “Get out of my room, I need to shower.”
Sharpness huffed an indignant reply in unison with a nod.
“Can you walk?” Jude asked quickly, miraculously remembering that Sharpness was injured. Already, he was invading Sharpness's buffer zone with the illusion of aid.
It only earned another aggravated push from Sharpness. “Yes, I can walk.”
Jude glowered the moment Sharpness stood.
Something in his eyes darkened as he watched him move. Sharpness brushed past without a word, shoulder clipping Jude’s arm with deliberate indifference, not a glance back. Jude’s hands curled slowly into fists at his sides, tendons pulling taut beneath the skin. He stayed where he was, rooted to the spot he bore as he glared.
His gaze followed Sharpness despite himself. The slight stiffness the taller blond carried from the fresh bandage yet still fluid, unfairly graceful. Jude admired the sway of his hips; not exaggerated, simply natural and unthinking. He wanted to lick his lips as he observed the delicious gap between Sharp's thighs.
Jude was always captivated by the shape of Sharpness’s legs; the way his thighs were lean, carrying just the right amount of fat to give if squeezed. He adored the slender and dainty appearance of Sharp’s ankles, giving beautifully to fit calves. Even with Sharpness’s agile and toned build, Jude could never move past how provocatively the blond was shaped.
Jude swallowed.
He’d sell away everything just for one night of cramming his dick into Sharpness’s plush ass.
The door opened, then closed; Sharp was now gone.
Jude exhaled slowly through his nose, unclenching his fists one finger at a time, utterly unsatisfied with the events of the day.
With a quiet scoff, Jude turned away at last, running a hand through his hair. He was done chasing for tonight.
Grabbing a change of clothes, Jude’s eyes drifted to the first aid kit still lying at the side of Jude’s bed, his eyes narrowing upon the notice of the minute leftover mess of blood. However, he decided to tidy and disinfect the scene after cleaning himself, too pent up to force himself to hunch down and wipe away the crimson drops of Sharpness staining his floor.
Jude flicked off the light and stepped out into the hall.