Cutter convinced Otis to sleep in the same bed as him once again, and held him close through the night.
"Hey, little angel." He greeted in the morning. Otis grunted in protest as Cutter kissed his forehead. "Aww, you wanna sleep a little more?" He asked. Otis nodded. "Alright. I can do that."
Cutter eventually pried Otis from the bed, making him go downstairs and eat. Baby had stayed the night again, and waited for them to descend the stairs.
"Hey. You two. Still getting along okay?"
"Far as I can tell." Cutter answered.
"Just woke up. Give him a minute." Otis muttered.
Cutter looked hurt, and Otis averted his gaze. He felt some remorse, but dammit, Cutter had pissed him off.
Otis sighed. "He did let me sleep in longer than he wanted to."
A small smile graced Cutter's features. "What do you want to eat, Otis?"
He shrugged. "Whatever you're havin', I guess."
"Don't you want anything special?"
Otis raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"I just meant-"
"What, you're going to go all sweet and goody with me until I get a fist to my fucking head again?"
"It's not going to be like that again...I promise..."
"Yeah, famous last fuckin' words..." Otis spat.
Cutter's face fell and he resumed rummaging through the cupboard.
There was an uncomfortable silence, and Baby sensed it, expecting to find her father and Otis in a stare-down, Otis trying to cower away.
Instead, Otis was sitting on a stool at the kitchen divider, watching Cutter scrounge up some food.
"I love you, little angel..." Cutter called over his shoulder.
Neither of them sensed Baby in the room. Otis didn't reply, and Cutter spun around, gauging his reaction. Usually he smirked and shook his head, or had some smart ass reply. But he simply looked indifferent.
"I don't believe you anymore." He answered simply, blue eyes full of pain that Cutter could barely pick out behind the mask of apathy he wore.
Cutter opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it, and fell silent.
Baby stood, hidden barely from her father and with Otis's back to her, dumbfounded. A few moments passed in that awkward silence.
Cutter spun, approaching Otis a bit too quickly for his liking. His eyes widened and he toppled off of the stool.
"Otis!" Cutter rushed to his side, making him scurry away until his back hit the wall.
"AH! FUCK! DON'T HIT ME!" Otis begged, arms guarding his head.
"Shhhhh...I'm not. I'm not. I was coming to give you a kiss."
"Like fuck you were! You're pissed at me because of what I said!"
"No, I'm not. Shhh..." He cupped Otis's cheek and kissed him softly. "See? You're alright."
As the day went on, the three of them ended up in the living room, watching the Munsters. Otis sat next to Cutter, but wasn't affectionate with him. Cutter missed the warm, lanky body pressed against his, begging for attention. He realized, then, just how much he had neglected Otis.
"Hey, little angel...Come here..."
"Why." He asked, deadpan. Baby jerked back- she had never seen her brother turn down affection, or question it.
"I wanna hold you...Don't you want to cuddle?"
"You don't like to."
"Where'd you get that idea?"
Otis glared.
"I know...I know...But I miss you...I didn't realize what I had until now...Come on."
Hesitantly, Otis moved over to Cutter, letting him wrap his wide, muscular arms around his thin frame.
"Come on. You know that's not how you sit with me."
"Mm..." Otis fidgeted a while, then finally adjusted to his position: knees brought closely to his chest, curled into Cutter's sturdy mass and his head on the older man's shoulder.
"There we go." He gave Otis a little squeeze. Despite himself, Otis sighed contentedly, though he tried to stop himself halfway through. Cutter placed a warm kiss on his head, catching Baby smile at them.
Some time passed before either of them moved again. Cutter felt Otis's hand stroke his arm lightly, almost lovingly. He turned to see Otis's blue eyes peering back at him, hesitation evident, but also begging for attention, like he always did.
The clown turned slowly, wrapping his arms around Otis's slender frame and kissing him. The kiss lasted longer than either expected, and Otis pulled away, hesitantly glancing at Baby.
"You ain't botherin' me none." She answered simply.
"Why're you so jumpy, huh? It's just Baby. She ain't gonna do nothin'." He pressed his forehead to Otis's, letting their noses touch. He kissed Otis again, more deeply this time, letting his hands roam the other man's body.
Otis felt his pants begin to stiffen and jerked away from Cutter, who only pulled him closer.
"What's the matter?" He murmured.
From Otis's fidgeting, he figured out the answer pretty quickly. Scooping the smaller man up onto his shoulder, he traveled the stairs, leaving Baby cackling in a fit of laughter.
Cutter gently lay Otis down in the bed. He was trembling with anticipation, a sight Cutter was glad to see rather than the alternative.
He slowly straddled Otis, hearing the intake of breath from the younger man. He raked his fingers through his hair, pulling his head to the side to get better access to his neck, which he began to litter with kisses.
"F...Fuck..." Otis muttered.
Cutter chuckled against Otis's skin, making goosebumps rise on his flesh.
"I'm s...still..." Otis's mind fogged. He wasn't one usually to fumble over his words, but Cutter kissing his neck? That could scramble his brain. "I...nnnn..." He dug his nails into Cutter's back, groaning. "J...John..."
"Spit it out little angel. What've you got to say?"
"I'm still...pissed at you..." He finally managed through breathy sighs and moans.
Otis expected a hurt look, maybe even a grunt of displeasure and Cutter pulling away. Instead, the clown slipped his fingers past Otis's waistband, hand traveling sinfully lower into his pants, gentle warm hands moving with expertise. "How about now?"
"Nnnn!" Otis squirmed, pressing his head back into the pillow.
"Oh, little angel, I haven't even started with you yet." He whispered.
Otis panted, looking at Cutter hesitantly as he peeled his shirt over his head, then shoving his hands under Otis's shirt.
"You gonna take it off for me?"
Otis quickly struggled out of his shirt, relishing in the feeling of Cutter's calloused hands caressing his skin. Cutter kissed him deeply, fondling Otis with one hand and supporting his head with the other.
"Your pants are getting awfully tight there, little angel." He slowly slid down the trousers, then the boxers. Cutter undressed, as well, Otis watching carefully. "How do you want it?"
"W...What?"
"Low and slow or do you want me to fuck your brains out?
Otis swallowed heavily. "S...Slow..."
"Just relax. It's just me..." He began, and his thrusts were slow and steady, just as Otis asked for. Otis threw his head back and moaned loudly in pleasure, arms sprawled beside his head.
As he continued, Cutter felt one hand wrap around the base of his skull and squeeze. He craned his neck, kissing Otis's neck, which elicited a surprised, but extremely pleasured gasp and moan.
When he knew Otis was on the edge, he began to kiss him, knowing he was much better at doing so then.
Cutter held Otis closely, both panting and slick with sweat.
"Let me up..." Otis murmured.
"Where you goin'?"
"Shower."
"Why...Just lay with me a while..."
"I...I'll be right back..."
"Alright..."
Otis shrugged Cutter off and trudged to the bathroom.
As he cleaned himself, he was consumed by his own thoughts. Would he ever feel Cutter's hands again instead of his captors? Or was he damned to a life of painful memories that he couldn't shake?
He felt Cutter's hand on his back and shuddered, startling slightly.
"Shhhh..." He soothed. "Your back is healing up..."
"Mm-hm.."
"Be able to rub you down soon like I promised I would."
Otis glanced at him hesitantly, trying to disguise an eyeroll.
"I do love you, Otis..."
Otis simply nodded.
