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“Y’know, I realised you’ve never actually kissed me.”
Hudson was making himself comfortable in Connor’s hotel room after a long night at the Golden Globes. His suit jacket gets slung over a chair as if it isn’t worth more than the car he drove last year. His silk shirt, already unbuttoned too far to be decent, has been untucked since they got into the elevator. Connor revels in the fact that he’s the only one who gets to see Hudson like this tonight.
Connor laughed. “Kissing you was my literal job for about two months.”
The high of the afterparty must be giving him memory loss. Understandable, Connor feels like he’s in another realm right now.
His life has changed so much in the past few months. Going from waiting tables to presenting an award in front of actual A-list celebrities. Everything drastically improved as soon as he met Hudson Williams. He doesn’t often have to remind himself of that fact. Hudson’s presence is welcomed by him, mostly. Except for when he acts like this.
“Yeah, but that was acting.”
Connor carefully removes his Tiffany jewelry, making sure it’s put somewhere safe to be found in the morning. The lavish lifestyle is still very new to him, he doesn’t plan on taking it for granted anytime soon. He may be tipsy but he’s not an idiot.
Unlike Hudson, who keeps talking about kissing. “You said you’re a better kisser than me.” His pout is audible.
They shouldn’t talk about kissing right now. They’ve kissed enough, Connor doesn’t want to be reminded of it all.
Of how much he wants to do it again. They haven’t kissed in a while.
“So did you?” Connor says, making sure not to reveal how thrilled he was about that information. “Thanks, by the way. You should've told me sooner. You can kiss me anytime.”
He tries to keep up with Hudson’s effortless flirting, which has always been a struggle. There’s just something about Hudson, this ability he has to turn anything and everything into an innuendo. He’ll infatuate everyone he meets, always managing to toe the line between charming and inappropriate.
Sometimes crossing it.
“Can I?”
Connor had been so focused on putting his suit jacket away without creasing it he let his guard down. Hudson had snuck up behind him, making eye contact through the mirror. Tonight had been no exception for his deviancy, even their scripted moment on stage had been about nudity. Hudson just does it so well.
“I can’t let you think I’m actually a bad kisser, Connor.” Hudson furrows his eyebrows, attempting to show how deeply serious he was. “I’m just really good at my job.”
Connor turns around, facing him. The scent of cigarettes and bourbon makes his mouth water. Not the sight of Hudson’s sweat-damp hair, definitely not his bare chest.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Hudson raises his eyebrows, tilting his head like he always does when he wants to hint at his filthy thoughts, never needing to even open his mouth to get them across.
Connor lightly shoves his shoulder, trying to break the tension. It all feels too serious. The whole night has been a daze and now he’s suddenly more sober than he should be, more aware of how close they are. Hudson is breathing through his mouth.
“You’re gonna let me defend my honor, right?” Hudson asks, taking an impossible half step closer, barely leaving any space between them.
He’s serious.
The option to laugh it off is still there. Connor can tell him to go back to his hotel room and get some rest. Tomorrow they can talk about literally any other event from tonight, and this conversation will be forgotten about. He’ll go back to missing their artificial intimacy from the summer, yearning for the casual touches they once shared.
Or — they can kiss outside of work.
Connor’s technique for surviving the endless kissing on set was to always be starkly aware that this was a job. It wasn’t that hard to do, with their intimacy coordinator at hand and strict-ish instructions to follow. They were both being paid for it, and they wouldn’t kiss otherwise. At first he thought Hudson was straight, which helped keep a wall up, a reminder that Connor was the only one enjoying it too much. Later he found out that was not the case, so he just focused on all the cameras around them. Anything to avoid remembering that he was making out with the most beautiful man he ever had the misfortune of meeting.
Now Hudson is asking to kiss Connor. To prove himself. So it’s still not that serious. Maybe he’s actually a bad kisser outside of acting, and Connor will be cured.
“I’m starting to see the ‘dog in heat' thing.” Connor jokes, steering things to a more lighthearted territory. Hudson growls, showing off his cute little fangs. Yeah, Connor can’t resist. He’s been dreaming of a chance like this. “You’ll have to tell everyone I’m a better kisser on the next big talk show you do.”
Hudson’s eyes drift between his eyes and lips, barely listening. His mouth is slack. He really wants this.
“Is that a yes?” The desperate tone of his voice makes Connor feel insane enough to nod, going against everything he knows.
A sweaty palm gently cups his chin, holding him in place as Hudson presses their lips together. As if Connor would dare to move. This is exactly where he wants to be.
It feels different.
Right off the bat Hudson takes more control than he ever did on set, firmly holding Connor’s waist, pressing him back against the dresser. More pushy, desperate. In the role of Ilya Connor usually went for a lot of tongue straight away, being the one to lead things, knowing what to expect. Now Hudson coaxes his mouth open with soft licks, pulling a sigh out of Connor, making him melt.
This was a bad idea. He can feel Hudson smile against his lips, already aware that he’s winning here. Connor is enjoying this too much and it’s obvious.
Trying to regain some dignity, he strokes his hand up Hudson’s damp back, sliding it into the hair at the back of his head and gripping it softly. Hudson groans, pressing their hips together.
Connor pauses, pulling back. Hudson’s teeth dig into his bottom lip like he’s trying to try to keep him in place. Clinging on.
Oh god, he’s already turned on. There’s no director nagging at them to distract from how hot this is. Connor is half hard after a little bit of friendly making out. He considers telling Hudson to shut up, to keep his filthy little noises to himself (he’d rather die than deprive himself of that).
Hudson looks obscene, eyebrows furrowed because they stopped kissing. Why did they stop kissing? They look at each other for a moment, Hudson’s hand gripping the side of Connor’s neck, thumb tracing over his throat, feeling him swallow.
“You win.” Hudson sighs and pulls him back in for more. Convinced he’s being made fun of, Connor tugs at his hair harder, entirely unprepared for the sound Hudson makes in response. Okay, maybe they’re both equally into this. “What are the rules here?”
“Hm?” Connor hums, barely listening as Hudson starts kissing his neck messily.
“How far are you gonna let me go to prove myself?” Hudson grazes his teeth below Connor's jaw. “I’m competitive.”
Connor shivers, “I don’t give a fuck.”
Hudson grins against his skin, letting out a laugh at how pathetic Connor is. His thigh presses against Connor’s hard on.
“You sure?”
Connor grinds against him in response. It seems to be all the confirmation Hudson needs to do what he wants. Walking backwards, he drags Connor with him to the end of the bed, sitting down and pulling him into his lap.
“This is weird.” Connor says, looking down into his eyes, aware that they’ve never quite been in this position, even on set. Hudson is all muscle beneath him, thighs splayed, hair a mess. He’s still wearing that damn snake necklace.
“C’mon, it’s my turn. Haven’t you wondered what it would be like? Doing this for real?” Hudson pleads, squeezing Connor’s waist.
“Have you?”
The possibility that Hudson has been wanting this for the whole time is insane. Connor feels stupid even asking but it just slipped out. He can’t be held responsible for anything he says right now. This whole night isn’t real.
“I spent two months of my life being instructed on how to kiss you. I’ve been fucking dying to do it properly.”
“Show me.”
Hudson does. He kisses harder than before, taking his breath away. Connor pushes him down onto the bed, feeling hands creep up under his shirt, slowly, asking for permission. In response, Connor fumbles with the remaining buttons of Hudson’s shirt.
“I can’t believe you looked like this at the fucking Golden Globes.” Connor sits up, looking down at the bare chest that has haunted him all night. He gives it a squeeze for good measure, always amazed by how well Hudson’s pecs can fill his hands. “Who were you trying to seduce? Leonardo Dicaprio?”
“I’m not young enough for him.” Hudson frowns. Connor smacks him, laughing. “Don’t hit me! I’ll come!”
Connor leans down and lightly bites his nipple to shut him up. Hudson moans in response, bucking his hips up. They both still.
“That was a joke, I swear.” The tips of Hudson’s ears go red. Connor wants to find out what else makes him embarrassed like this. He wants to see every single dirty corner of Hudson’s mind.
“I don’t think I believe you.”
Hudson swats his ass lightly. “Oh, fuck.” Hudson whispers as if he only just realised what he was touching, grabbing it immediately. “The lack of Ilya ass worship is a big flaw in those books. And Jacob’s a terrible director for not including it either.”
“You’re biased.”
“Am not. I went to film school, this is all objective.” Hudson keeps massaging him, entirely focused on Connor’s ass. “You should’ve won the Golden Globes man. World’s best ass.”
“I can’t stand you.”
“You can sit on me though. Hey, can I take these off?” Hudson asks, tugging at Connor’s pants.
They’ve already made it this far, why not. Connor gets up to remove his pants, not taking his eyes off Hudson as he, less elegantly, pulls off his own, throwing them across the room. His hard on is clearly straining against his boxers and things suddenly get very real.
This isn’t even the most naked they’ve been around each other. Connor still has his shirt on.
But Hudson is so hard there’s a little wet spot on his underwear and Connor wants nothing more than to taste it. From the way he grabs Connor’s hand and tugs him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him, Hudson probably wants something similar.
Kisses are pressed to Connor’s chest as each shirt button is undone. He feels worshipped, something he didn’t expect from his horny little best friend.
“You should get your nipples pierced again.” Hudson murmurs, stroking his fingers over them. Ever since he found out about the retired piercings Hudson makes sure to bring them up at every opportunity. Connor doesn’t mind being objectified by him. He’d bring them back in a heartbeat if it wouldn’t get in the way of work.
“You’re a pervert.”
“I bet they were so sensitive.” Hudson continues, getting carried away with his own fantasy. Connor notices that he’s palming his dick with his free hand and quickly grabs it, pulling it away. Hudson looks offended. Connor would do anything he asked.
“You know, I’m right here.” Connor says flatly.
“Exactly.” Hudson sits up on his knees and pulls his hand back, gripping himself through his underwear again and sighing, raking his eyes over Connor’s body. Connor’s laughs, forever amazed by Hudson’s shamelessness.
“You’re just gonna jerk off to me?”
“Nuh-uh.” Hudson shakes his head, but doesn’t stop. “I’m just— you’re hot. It’s a lot. Gimme a sec.”
Seeing Hudson all worked up like this turns Connor on like nothing else. It actually pains him. He can’t wait any longer so he sits up, pulling Hudson into a kiss and thumbing at the waistband of his underwear. Hudson gives in immediately, helping to pull them off so he’s fully naked, straddling Connor’s lap. His cock is hard, flushed, bobbing as he resituates himself.
Connor’s mouth waters. Mind fully blank, he doesn’t think before letting spit fall from his mouth directly onto Hudson’s dick. Hudson swears when it reaches him. He moves to touch himself again but Connor gets there first.
“Let me.”
He slowly slides his hand up from base to tip, sliding his spit all over, watching Hudson’s eyes squeeze shut as his head falls back. He has one hand gripping Connor’s thigh tightly behind him, the other on his arm, holding on for dear life.
Connor is grateful to have the focus off of him for a moment, letting himself take in the sight of Hudson. His chest is all pink with heat, abs sweaty and tight. The snail trail that was always waxed for filming is just starting to grow back in. Connor always feels obscenely hairy in comparison. The contrast does look good on camera.
Hudson pulls Connor’s underwear down just enough to get his cock out, pressing them together so he can wrap his hand around both of their cocks, interlocking their fingers. Weirdly romantic. Hudson gets wet really fast, leaking over their hands, glistening on their fingers.
Connor sucks a wet finger in his mouth and Hudson stops jerking them off.
He pulls Connor in for a rough kiss, barely giving him a chance to move his hand from his lips, licking his finger in the process. Connor can feel spit on his chin, unsure of who it belongs to, feeling gross and not wanting it any other way. This is exactly what he expected from the real Hudson, all unashamed and demanding.
His world spins as Hudson pushes him onto his back, pulling off his underwear properly and sliding down the bed so he can nuzzle around his crotch. They make eye contact as he tentatively presses a kiss against the base of his cock, daring Connor to tell him to stop.
There are no complaints, so he keeps going, and Connor feels like he might pass out. Hudson is so incredibly eager, immediately licking him and sucking the head into his mouth. Wet heat surrounds him and Connor has to grip the bedsheets hard just to focus on something other than intense pleasure. He covers his mouth with a hand because he doesn’t know who their neighbours might be and he doesn’t want to find out from a noise complaint.
Hudson doesn’t like that, pinning his hand to the bed as he moves down to his balls. Connor can’t stay quiet after that.
“I’m gonna die if I don’t get to fuck you.” Hudson complains, barely taking his mouth off of Connor long enough to say it, nipping at his thighs as he pleads. “Please, please.”
“Oh my god.” Connor groans, struggling to process what he’s hearing. The sound of Hudson begging bypasses any critical thought he ever had. He waves a hand towards his suitcase. “There’s lube—”
“You were planning on getting laid tonight!” Hudson gasps in fake horror, acting scandalized as if he wasn’t scrambling towards the suitcase as soon as he heard the suggestion of lube. “Who was it? Were you projecting when you said I wanted to seduce Leonardo Dicaprio?”
“I think you’re mixing up which one of us likes to seduce strangers.” What’s a little bit of slut shaming between friends?
Hudson has no defence for that, tilting his head mischievously and crawling back up the bed, lube in hand. “You’re not a stranger.”
“Are you seducing me?”
Hudson opens the lube, pouring a bit too much on his fingers and pushing Connor's legs up.
“I would never.” Hudson brushes two fingers over his rim. Connor sighs, Hudson keeps talking. It should make things less hot, how annoying he is, but Connor unfortunately loves the sound of his voice. “This is what bros do.”
A finger pushes into him just in time to distract Connor from worrying about whether that was a joke or not. He knows they’re just friends, but he had been hoping this would change things. It won’t be easy to come back from getting fucked by Hudson. Now he has to live life knowing that, on top of everything else, he’s great at fingering people.
Hudson pulls Connor apart easily, slowly stretching him and pressing occasional kisses around his cock, making him squirm desperately.
It gets to a point where Hudson is practically humping Connor’s thigh and he feels selfish for spending so long revelling in getting touched. Connor picks up the lube and uses some to slick up Hudson’s cock, seemingly snapping him out of a daze. He looks like he’s verging on feral, mouth slack, eyes dark.
“Want me to fuck you?” Hudson asks.
“Go ahead.”
The lack of enthusiasm in Connor’s response seems to rile up Hudson further. Something to keep note of for later. God, he hopes there will be a later. Hudson pins Connor down and kisses him deeply, pushing up his thighs and rutting against his ass for a minute. His lack of shame should be studied. It would be pathetic if it wasn’t so hot.
“Fuck.” Hudson growls. “Why haven’t we done this yet.”
“Because you’re about to come before you even fuck me?”
Hudson glares at him and positions himself against his rim. Connor is secretly thrilled that Hudson didn’t even look for a condom. “You could’ve asked nicely.”
Connor wraps his legs around Hudson’s waist and pulls him in closer, forcing his cock finally start to push inside of him. They both groan. Hudson buries his face in Connor’s neck, biting flesh as if they don’t have plenty more public appearances lined up. These are things they have to actually worry about now.
“Are you trying to give me a fucking hickey?”
Hudson’s hips still as he bottoms out, shaking his head. “No, no, sorry I— you just feel so good.”
“Do you need a minute?” Connor asks, genuinely concerned at the strain in Hudson’s voice. It takes everything in him not to flip them over and have his way with Hudson, but god, he’s adorable when he’s overwhelmed. He wants to let him take his time, have this the way he wants.
The question eggs Hudson on, snapping him out of it as he pulls just shy of all the way out, then back in with one firm thrust. It knocks the air out of Connor, making him gasp loudly. Hudson looks down at him and grins.
“Do you?”
Connor rolls his eyes, grabbing Hudson’s ass and trying to encourage him to move. “C’mon.”
“What?” Hudson smiles, playing dumb as if Connor can’t feel the tremble of his hips as he tries to keep himself still. He can feel his cock throbbing inside of him. “What do you want me to do?”
Connor reaches down past his raised thighs, finding Hudson’s balls and cupping them, making him jolt and whimper, finally rutting into Connor without even meaning to. It’s enough to distract him from his attempt at being in charge or whatever that was. He fucks Connor hard, messy, so incredibly passionate that Connor doesn’t even want to do anything other than lie back and take it.
“Fuck, just like that.” He lets Hudson do as he pleases, praising him whenever he angles his hips just right. Hudson is all teeth and spit, going back and forth between shoving his tongue in Connor's mouth and worshipping his chest and shoulders, wherever he can reach.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you.” Hudson runs his hands all over Connor’s torso, unsure of what to focus his attention on. “Connor, ah. I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last.”
That was already obvious with the speed at which he’s been slamming into him, not showing any sign of control, just chasing the pleasure.
With great effort Connor manages to coax Hudson onto his back, sliding back onto cock, trying to slow things down so Hudson doesn’t come so fast. The look on Hudson’s face tells him there’s not much hope.
“Baby, calm down.” Connor whispers in his ear encouragingly, working at a slow, tantalising grind.
“Don’t call me that, you’re not helping.” Hudson digs his nails into Connor’s ass, gripping him way too hard.
Connor pins both of his hands down onto the bed and Hudson whimpers, shaking his head as he tries to buck his hips. Connor is stronger than him, keeping his pace just unhurried enough for Hudson to keep begging for more.
Hudson manages to break a hand free to grab Connor’s cock, toying with him until he speeds up his pace, starting to ride Hudson properly. He barely gets a chance to enjoy how good it all feels before Hudson is begging to come.
“I’m gonna— can I? Please?” Hudson sounds like he’s on the verge of sobbing.
Connor laughs at him. Hudson comes immediately, bucking his hips up and whining loudly, apologising as he goes. He looks so good doing it, Connor doesn’t even mind how fast he finished.
After he recovers from coming harder than he ever has in his life, Hudson jerks Connor off while still inside him. His other hand feels around Connor’s sensitive rim, seeking out his own come, cock still throbbing as Connor clenches around him. The perversion of it all sends him over the edge, he swears as he spills into Hudson’s hand, watching him immediately lick his fingers clean.
Connor wonders if Hudson will ever get soft or if he’s just always ready for round two. It wouldn’t surprise him.
Hudson doesn’t ask for more, just clings onto Connor for a while, not letting him ease off of his dick, tracing the moles on his back and humming in pleasure. Connor doesn’t know how he’ll come back from this. Now he knows just how sweet Hudson is after sex, all soft and fuck-drunk. He wants to experience this every day.
“That wasn’t fair.” Hudson murmurs, kissing Connor’s cheek. He looks so incredibly fond of Connor, like this is the most romantic thing in the world even though they have come drying between them.
“What?” Connor asks, smiling, kissing him back. Taking in how good he looks, trying his best to memorise everything about this night before it ends.
“That wasn’t my best performance, I was all worked up from the Golden Globes. I’ve been drinking. I’ll need a rematch.”
Connor can’t stop himself from grinning. “You can just say you want to kiss me, Hudson.”
“I don’t.” Hudson kisses him, doesn’t stop kissing him. Connor no longer thinks he’s the only one who wants this.