I put my arm around him in a headlock and mess up his hair.
"Dude!" he cries.
"If I wake up looking like a unicorn pooped on me, there will be repercussions."
"Ooh, so scared. Whatcha gonna do, big boy?" he teases back, and fuck if I'm not getting harder and harder in my jeans.
I let go of him and immediately feel the loss of his smaller body against mine.
The conversation we had earlier has been put aside, but I haven't forgotten. I just can't allow myself to think about how broken and hurt Jud sounded. Because I'll want to do something about it, and right now, there's only one way I could show him how very not invisible he is to me.
And that's a door that needs to remain shut.
My hotel room isn't huge, but it does have two beds and its own bathroom. I thought there was plenty of space, but now with Jud here, it suddenly feels too small.
I feel like my secrets are going to spill out just by the fact we're going to breathe the same air for the next eight hours.
He walks over to the window to look at the street below. I picked this hotel because they let me park my truck at the back after I unload for the festival and it's central enough that I can walk everywhere I need to for the weekend.
"This is nice. Thanks for letting me stay with you," he says.
"You're welcome. I…I think there's a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. I could use a shower, but I can wait if you want to go first."
Jud stares at me wide-eyed. "No, no, it's your room. You go first."
I nod and go into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
I don't wait until the water is warm before I step inside the shower. My body is probably wondering why I hate it so much, but this is what I need.
If everything is cold, there's less chance of me embarrassing myself in front of Jud.
Just as the water starts warming up, I'm done. It's not like I've been working at the farm, so I'm not that dirty.
I step out and grab a towel to dry myself, and that's when I realize that in my haste to get away from Jud, I forgot to bring any clothes or underwear.
"Take a deep breath, Sky. You can do this. Just wrap the towel around your waist, think of the time it'll take to clean up the tubing system next week." As soon as I feel safe that the thought of doing that work is enough to keep me from springing wood, I do as I say.
I wrap my towel around my waist as tight as possible and go back out into the room.
Jud is still by the window in the same place I left him. He turns around and gasps, looking immediately away.
"Sorry," he says.
"No, I'm the one who's sorry. I forgot to take clothes with me."
He points at the door. "Is it… Can I?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
As soon as Jud is safely on the other side of the door, I put some underwear on, adding a pair of sweatpants for good measure. I don't bother with a T-shirt because the sweatpants alone will make me overheat. I normally sleep just in my boxer shorts or naked if I'm horny, but tonight there's no way I'm risking any less than two layers of clothing down there.
I turn the lights off since there's enough glare from the street lights outside and get under the covers. I hear the toilet flushing, and a moment later, Jud comes out, and I get the answer to the question I've wanted to ask since I saw his tattooed arm at the bar.
Everywhere. His tattoos are fucking everywhere, and I've never in my life wanted to touch someone as much as I want to touch him right now.
In the relative darkness of the room, he can't see me staring at him, which is just as good because I don't think I could handle looking into his eyes too.
Jud tries to use a towel to cover himself up, and I hate that he feels self-conscious about his body when mine is reacting to it so fiercely that I think I would probably be arrested for my current thoughts alone.
