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Hudson is tired. He feels like he's been sitting in that uncomfortable little chair, talking non-stop, for hours now. The thing is that when he is tired his mind tends to drift to places it shouldn't, he begins to lose focus and to forget where he is or what he's supposed to do and say. The fact that he has Connor beside him, talking about how they recorded the sex scenes of their special smut fairy audio is not helping, like at all.
He is talking about how all was super safe and monitored and all of those things, which was true, and also really important when you are shooting stuff like that, but Hudson is not thinking about the technicalities of it, no. He is thinking about when he first heard Connor's recording, about how his voice was so much lower and deeper than what it usually is when he's talking, about the sounds he made, the things he said… he's so lost in the memory that he doesn't catch Connor looking briefly at his lap.
"Jamie was also the voice that was reminding us 'this is how long has been since this thing happened' you know?" He hears Connor say a bit after. Hudson looks down at himself and sees the result of his mind betraying him in public. His brain cells finally start working again and he pulls his sleeveless sweater down to cover his very obvious erection. "I need to hear that shiver…" Hudson remembers that too, the way Connor's voice trembled in certain scenes, god it was so hot Hudson thought he was going insane when he first heard it.
"Okay guys, that's all for today. You've been amazing, people are going to love this!" One of the marketing girls says when they run out of questions.
"Yeah well, someone else is loving it too it seems…" Connor mumbles as he stands.
"What?" Hudson freezes, still in his chair.
"Nothing," Connor shrugs, looks down at Hudson's lap, then back at his face, smiles and leaves to say his goodbyes to everyone.
Hudson is only able to stare at him, his eyes following his every movement. Did he notice? Does he think that I'm a weirdo? Probably not, Connor is his best friend, he knows everything about him, so what if his dick is a bit hard at an inconvenient moment, it could happen to anyone! He doesn't know the reason behind it so he's safe.
"Where is the bathroom?" Connor asks some guy that is putting away a camera, Hudson notices that he asks the question a little bit louder than necessary, like he wants someone (him) to hear him. Hudson doesn't hear the answer, as the guy keeps a much lower voice. Does he want me to follow him? Why? He thinks.
He sees how Connor starts walking again. His ass should be considered the eight wonder of the world, Hudson has always been obsessed with it, it's the perfect size, the perfect roundness… he misses seeing it almost every day and curses Jacob and Rachel in his mind for not letting Shane be obsessed with it too. The outfit he's currently wearing isn't helping his mind to calm down, his pants cling perfectly to his little waist and the shirt is of a silky material that fits him perfectly.
Hudson snaps out of his trance when a young girl, probably an intern, speaks near him."Sorry, can you…?"
"Oh! Sorry, yeah I was about to leave," Hudson smiles and stands up for the first time since forever. He can't see Connor anymore so he's probably at some corridor of the studio, headed to the bathroom. "Hey, do you know where is the bathroom?"
"Yeah of course, is through that corridor to the left."
"Thank you so much," Hudson smiles at her, because he might have a boner and he is maybe about to make the biggest mistake of his life, but he is still a polite person.
He follows the girl's instructions and opens the bathroom door.
"Took you long enough," Connor is leaning against the sink, wearing a crooked smile that could rival Ilya's.
"So you wanted me to come," is not a question. Hudson locks the door.
"Obviously. I was hoping I could help you with your… problem," Connor almost laughs.
"Connor…"
"What got you so worked up? The tweets? The ginger ales?" He starts walking towards Hudson, still with a playful smile on his face.
"Actually, it was you. You and your dirty sounds and your… voice in that fucking fairy porn audio."
There's no turning back now.
Connor looks taken aback for a second, but then Hudson sees how his pupils dilate and his mouth parts ever so slightly. "Oh. I was mostly joking to mess with you, but now I really want to help you, Huddy."
"Help me how… exactly?"
"You know. Don't play innocent with me," Connor backs Hudson against the door, his back hitting the hard wood behind him. Connor approaches him more if possible, his mouth going straight to his ear. "I know how much of a freak you are," he whispers in that deep voice that drives Hudson mad, the sound going straight to his cock. He shivers feeling Connor's lips and breath on the sensitive skin below his ear.
"Wait Connor please," Hudson breathes, his hand goes to his best friend's hair and pulls a little at the golden locks to make Connor look at him. "Are you completely sure about this?" Hudson would never forgive himself if he gets lost in this dream and later finds out that Connor regrets it.
"What? Do you really want to go back to your hotel room like this?" Connor cups his dick over his pants and starts frotting it applying just a little bit of pressure.
Hudson holds back a moan. "You know that's not what I mean."
"Yes, Hudson. I'm sure. Do you not want me to help you?" There is a bit of hurt in his voice.
"Hell yeah I do, how could I not? You are gorgeous Connie, baby. Every person on this planet wants you, don't you know that?" He traces his thumb over the red spreading on his cheekbone. "I just needed to make sure you really want this too."
"I was the one who made the offer…"
"Yes, yes you were," Hudson emerges forward and kisses him, like he's realizing right in this moment that Connor really offered himself to him. Hudson kisses him for real this time, no holding back. This is him kissing Connor, not Shane kissing Ilya.
Connor lets Hudson's tongue enter his mouth instantly, they both whimper feeling the eagerness of the other. Hudson is so happy to finally be able to kiss him like he wants to, like he knows how to, he lets Connor know that. "I've been wanting to do this for so long, you have no idea," he whispers, like is a secret that can't never leave the studio's bathroom, and maybe it is. They press their foreheads together.
"Can I suck your dick now?" Connor whispers too.
"Please," Hudson doesn't care that he's kind of begging now, he thinks he'd die if his dick keeps being trapped in his pants for a second longer.
Connor drops to his knees without thinking twice about it and starts leaving little kisses to his much clothed crotch, careful not to wet it. "This fucking pants Huddy, they are so tight. Look at your thighs," he says as he squeezes them with his hands. "I thought they were going to rip your pants when you were sitting in that little chair with your legs wide open."
"I thought you were going to suck my dick, not do a fucking monologue," Hudson says, desperate.
"You're not patient at all, huh?" Connor finally starts to unzip his pants and lowers them, still kissing Hudson's cock through his boxers. "You're so wet already, I can feel it. And all of this because of me you said?"
Hudson lets his head fall backwards, knocking the door behind him. "God, Connor. I've been like this for half an hour, do something already." It's true, he's dying, but he also didn't want to answer his question. He already knows the answer, Hudson told him a few minutes ago, he can't admit it again.
"Shhh, don't worry. I got you."
Connor lowers Hudson's boxers, letting his very hard dick free, it bounces hitting his stomach and there is quite a bit of precum gathered at the tip, just like Connor said before. He moans at the sight, his mouth watering.
There's no point in dragging this moment anymore, they're both dying for it. Connor takes Hudson in his mouth without warning, dragging his tongue along the underside of his dick.
"Oh Jesus, f-fuck Connor," Hudson moans, quite loudly taking into account that they are in a public bathroom. It's risky, but Connor is loving how much Hudson is enjoying this, he's moaning and whimpering all at the same time, encouraging Connor to keep going. And he does, bobbing his head up and down focusing on licking the head of his cock from time to time.
Connor stops to get some air in his lungs, but never leaving Hudson's dick unattended, taking it in his hand this time, his spit and Hudson's precum making the drag easier. He dares to look up and sees Hudson looking at him with half-lidded eyes, so dark it almost seems like they're all pupils.
"You're a dream," Hudson mumbles, Connor thinks that maybe he wasn't supposed to hear that but doesn't allow himself to think much about it. Instead, he takes Hudson's hand in his and guides it to the back of his head.
"Fuck my mouth the way I bet you imagined doing while you were listening to my recording," Connor says, voice low, deep and dangerous. He's not sure what's gotten into him but he's glad, the noises Hudson is making going straight to his ignored dick, making him hot all over and oh so desired. "You did, huh? You imagined yourself doing all kind of things to me, right Huddy?"
Hudson doesn't reply, just grunts, grabs a fistful of Connor's hair and guides his face to his cock again, he can feel him smiling around it, the fucking bastard.
Connor told him to fuck his mouth and that's exactly what he does, guiding his head up and down and thrusting his hips a little too. He makes sure Connor is okay at all times, his sight not leaving his face, and for what Hudson can see, Connor is enjoying himself too, he even moves his hips a little seeking some kind of friction.
Everything is too much. Having Connor's beautiful and soft curls in his hand, his pretty and plumb lips around his cock, the way he looks like an angel dropped on earth only to suck his dick, the little moans he makes every time Hudson tights the hand on his hair…
"Connor… Connor ba-baby, I'm going to-" Connor's answer is taking him impossibly deeper down his throat and Hudson is done for. He comes hard and Connor's swallows it all like it's nothing, he carefully and slowly gets his mouth out of Hudson's dick, dragging his tongue everywhere he can reach, licking him clean and kissing his tip like a goodbye.
Hudson hauls him up by his elbows, Connor takes the opportunity and squeezes his biceps in the process, he has been thinking about doing it since the moment he came into set with that sleeveless sweater. Hudson kisses him like his life depends on it, tasting himself while doing it. "Better?" Connor asks when they part for air, his voice hoarse.
"You really didn't have to do that," he kisses his cheek softly.
"I wanted to help," Connor shrugs, not giving what they just did any importance.
"Now let me help you. Let me show you all the things I imagined doing to you," he takes one curl in his hand and twists it between his fingers.
"Not now. Not here, we've been in this bathroom together for too long. People are going to notice," Connor hides his face in Hudson's neck, giving it little kisses and licks, almost like a cat. Hudson thinks he's going to die. He can't believe this is happening and he's too afraid to admit that he fucking loves it, that now he's not sure how he's supposed to live without Connor, his mouth, his touch, his words.
"Okay. What room are you in then?," they look at each other and smile, it all feels like a déjà vu.