It had been a few days since Otis had spent the night at Cutter's home, and he was craving some white meat. He found Otis in the garage, bent over a car hood, grunting and grumbling into the motor.

"Fuckin' thing...Goddamn...Doesn't fit..."

"I know something that does fit." Cutter purred, grabbing Otis's ass.

"JESUS!" He jumped out of his skin, almost cracking his head on the perched hood of the car. "John...You scared the fuck out of me..."

"Mm...I would like to fuck the fear out of you."

Otis's eyes widened, and Cutter wasn't sure why. He hadn't ever really reacted that way toward him.

Grumbling again, Otis leaned back into the car, turning away from Cutter.

"Hey, come on. That can wait, can't it?" He probed his fingers under Otis's shirt.

"Get out of here..." Otis swatted Cutter's hand away. "I'm tryin' to think."

"I'm still sore from you the last time, little angel. My little angel can turn into a little devil sometimes, huh?"

"Cutter-"

"What? Aren't you in the mood?" Cutter ground his erection into Otis's backside. Otis bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan. "Come on. You're never not in the mood."

"John-"

"Come on, Otis...Give me a little..." He continued grinding himself against the smaller man, hoping to arouse him. He knew it was working, Otis just needed a little push.

Gaining his bearings, Otis tried desperately to ignore him, bending back into the car's hood again, almost shoulder deep into the engine. As blood began to flood his other head, he found it harder and harder to concentrate with Cutter moving against him like that.

"Little angel..." Cutter murmured hotly against his skin once Otis had raised back up. "Please..." He reached around, stroking Otis lightly through denim. Finally unable to hold it in anymore, Otis gave a low groan of pleasure. "Mmmm-hmmmm..."

"John..." Otis pleaded. They were going to get caught- but Otis couldn't get the warning quite worded in his head.

"If you're hungry I know something that could fill you up..."

Otis snorted. "Not a chance in hell." He rose slightly from the engine, just removing his arm from the depths of the car as Cutter spin him around so that they were face to face. Fisting Otis's hair, cutter crashed his lips into Otis's. Startled at first by the aggression, Otis grabbed Cutter's shirt, jerking hard on the fabric. He felt his lips bruise, and whimpered into the clown's mouth, then turning into a low whine as he relaxed.

"Yeah, make them sounds for me little angel." He kissed down Otis's jaw, then settling on his neck. Otis desperately tried to stifle a moan as Cutter found just the right spot, but failed. He picked Otis up and placed him on the open hood of the car, claiming his lips once more.

Neither of them heard the car door slam, nor did they hear the footsteps coming around to the hood.

"Otis, who in the FUCK are you talkin-" Rufus's jaw dropped when he laid eyes on the scene before him.

They froze, both still locking lips as they peered at Rufus peripherally. Cutter felt Otis's grip tighten on him, those lithe artist's fingers digging into his flesh. Otis was the first to break away. His first instinct, once he had unfrozen himself, was to bolt, but Cutter held him there, even as he struggled.

"Hey, whoa. Where're you going?! We have a situation in case you didn't notice!"

Fearful crimson eyes stared up at Cutter as Otis began to shake.

"It's okay, we'll get this sorted-"

"Were you HURTING him?!" Rufus bellowed, startling both of them. He grabbed cutter by his shirt, picking him up and throwing him against the wall.

"I wasn't hurting him! Rufus! Put me down you behemoth mother fucker!"

Otis's jaw dropped this time as he witnessed his brother's anger, simply glad it wasn't directed at him, but also thankful for his protection. Regaining his wits, he stood and placed a hand on Rufus's arm.

"L...Let him down, man...He...He wasn't..." Otis sighed. "He wasn't hurting me..."

Rufus let Cutter slide down the wall, placing him on his feet again.

"What the FUCK is going on!?" RJ demanded.

Otis began to tremble again, completely unsure of how to react in the situation. He swallowed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck- a nervous fidget he had always had.

"Shhhh..." Cutter smoothed Otis's hair and let his hand fall in the small of his back.

"DOES SOMEONE WANT TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT I'M LOOKING AT?!"

Otis crumpled, his legs giving out from underneath him. Cutter grabbed him before he hit the ground, barely able to keep ahold of him through his trembling. "Hey. It's okay. It's okay."

"W-W-We're f...fucked...J...John..."

"No, we're gonna tell Rufus and he's going to understand. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay."

"What the FUCK am I going to understand?! What is going on?!"

Otis flinched and curled into Cutter more.

"And WHY is he acting like that?! What did you do to him?!"

"I didn't do anything to him but yelling scares the fuck out of him so I suggest you knock it off!" Cutter snapped back. "Don't you remember what happened to him?! If you get him wound up like this you can't yell at him...You can't yell at him when he's all stressed out..."

"Are...Are you two..."

"Rufus. We're together. I know it's...Odd and strange and whatever else, but we are and you CAN'T tell Eve-"

Rufus lowered his eyes. "And just what's stopping me?"

"Ohhh God..." Otis groaned. Rufus's eyes widened. "J...John, I told you. I told you we're fucked...He's gonna tell her, and she'll fucking kill you and kick me out and then what the fuck will I do?! John..."

"That's what's stopping you." Cutter hissed. "Do you want him back on the streets again? He's finally happy. He finally has a place where he belongs. Do you want to ruin all that?"

"N...No..."

"Then I suggest you keep that big mouth of yours shut, lummox."

Rufus snarled suddenly. "I swear to God if you hurt him, or if you're...You're hurting him and he doesn't really want this there won't be enough of you to bury."

"Understood."

That night, Otis and Rufus sat in the garage across from each other, the only light from a few candles, an open six pack between the two of them.

"So...You...You're gay?"

Otis shook his head.

"But-"

"I know."

"I don't understand."

"I don't either."

Rufus nodded. "Uhm...I guess...Some things just happen, right?"

Otis looked up at him, making eye contact for the first time since Rufus had seen he and Cutter playing tonsil hockey.

"Doesn't always need an explanation..."

Otis returned his gaze to his hands, holding an empty beer bottle.

"Listen, man. I'm not judging you. I promise I'm not. I just want to know what's going on. I...I know how he is, and I want to make sure he's not manipulating you or trying to hurt you."

"It's not like that."

"Is he good to you?"

Otis nodded.

"He's obviously good WITH you. I saw the way he can calm you down."

Otis's face reddened in the candle light.

"You're still pretty skittish, huh?"

The albino nodded, leaning back in his chair finally.

"He doesn't hit you?"

"No..." Otis swallowed heavily, venturing his gaze up to Rufus's face once again. "He's...He's very..."

"Go ahead, dude. It's all good. You can talk to me."

He nodded, continuing. "A-All...All my life all I wanted was affection...Because I never got it before..." He rubbed his arm nervously, a habit he had picked up from Cutter. Whenever Otis was nervous, Cutter would gently stroke his arm. "And...He's more than willing to...To..."

"Good. So he cares about you."

"He tells me he loves me, RJ." Otis murmured.

The silence hung heavily in the garage for a moment as the two men sat together.

Finally, Rufus spoke. "I bet that's a big thing for you."

Otis nodded. "Yeah...Never heard that before."

"Do you tell him you love him too?"

Biting his lip, Otis slowly nodded.

"And I'm sure that's a big step, too."

"Yeah..."

"So, how's the sex?"

Otis snorted, shaking his head.

"Hey, come on. I know one thing- he sucks at kissing, apparently."

"He's not always like that." Otis smirked, finally comfortable again. "Besides, I wouldn't know."

"What?"

"Never kissed anyone but him."

"Really!?"

"Huh-uh."

"Do you still uh...Do you guys..."

"Yes, we both still fuck women on the side."

"Never even one of them?"

"No."

"Jesus, man. We need to get you a girl."

Otis chuckled again. "Jesus..."

"You're the bottom, ain't cha?"

Otis glared.

"I KNEW IT!"