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One of the first things Hudson learned about Connor Storrie was that he had absolutely zero shame. It was impressive, really. Hudson had gone his entire life being told that he was shameless, that he was wild and crazy, but deep down there was always a baseline of worrying what others would think. He could put on that life-of-the-party, goofy good time guy persona, but the minute someone looked at him sideways, his confidence would completely crumble. Connor, on the other hand, was so blissfully uncaring of what others thought, that Hudson was both in awe, and slightly terrified.
It did decidedly make things easier between them. Hudson had only had about three days on set to freak out about his immediate and intense attraction to his costar before Connor showed up at his apartment after they wrapped for the day and simply informed him that they needed to fuck it out or else it was going to start affecting their performance. Hudson was hesitant, worried about blurring the lines between their characters’ relationship and their own, but Connor had promised him it was just sex, and they’d both feel so much better after getting rid of the elephant in the room.
That was nearly 8 months ago now, and it had certainly served its purpose in increasing the level of comfort between them, and electrifying their chemistry on set. But they had failed entirely at “getting it out of their system”. Because unfortunately, they both had nearly insatiable sexual appetites, and holy hell, Hudson had never actually expected to meet someone he was this compatible with. Connor was simply down for anything that Hudson’s wild imagination could dream up, Hudson was perpetually drunk off of that power. He could text Connor the most insane requests and Connor would just… do it.
Like tonight, the fucking Golden Globes, where they were presenting to a room full of the most famous and celebrated people in the world, and Connor Storrie was on stage with a vibrating plug in his ass, the remote for which was tucked securely into Hudson’s cummerbund. The only promise he’d made was that he wouldn’t turn it on while Connor was speaking. But god, wouldn’t that have been hot as hell? He imagined Connor’s jaw clenching, sucking in a breath through his nose before forcing himself to power through his speech. And then just as they got to the punchline, Hudson would increase the speed and watch Connor stumble and stutter, and everyone would know that Connor was his little slut.
But unfortunately, they had careers to worry about. So Hudson behaved himself, and waited until they were backstage to drag Connor into the bathroom and shove him up against the wall, practically ravaging his mouth while dropping his hand to his crotch, where he could feel his bulge straining against his thousand dollar pants.
“Fuck, Connie, I thought I was gonna forget all my lines up there,” he breathed against Connor’s jaw when he could finally wrench himself away from his lips.
Connor laughed, and Hudson could feel his throat vibrate. “If you’d looked at me, I probably would have come in my pants,” he admitted, dropping his head back against the wall as Hudson started sucking at his neck, careful not to leave any marks.
Hudson fumbled with Connor’s belt buckle, not wanting to stop kissing him for even the second it would take to glance down. He finally got it undone and shoved his hand into Connor’s pants, caressing his cock through the lacy panties he was wearing. Hudson knew immediately exactly which pair they were, the black ones with the little bow on the back, which sat right above the swell of Connor’s perfect bubble butt. God, that was hot, like Connor’s ass was a present just for him.
He reached for the remote with his other hand, turning it up a level. Connor’s breath hitched in his throat, and Hudson smiled against his skin. “Should I let you come here, or make you wait until after?” He teased his fingers along Connor’s length. “Make you go back out there and talk to all those people, meanwhile you’re practically leaking in your pants…”
Connor let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a growl. “Hudson, if I don’t come in the next five minutes, I’m going to die.”
Hudson chuckled. He did love edging Connor, watching him get more and more desperate until he was sobbing and begging, but sometimes it was even better getting him off when he was still feral like this, when his orgasm would just fuel his overall arousal rather than leave him in a used up puddle.
So he dropped down to his knees on the marble floor and pulled Connor’s cock free, immediately wrapping his lips around it. Connor braced himself against the wall as Hudson bobbed down, taking him as far into his mouth as he could. As he did, he slid his hand between Connor’s thighs, finding the base of the plug and pressing on it lightly, working it around until he found that spot that made Connor buck his hips forward into Hudson’s mouth. Hudson turned up the speed another notch and worked his mouth and hand on Connor’s cock as he continued playing with the toy. Connor’s thighs were shaking, and when Hudson looked up at him, his head was thrown back, mouth open, looking absolutely sinful. Hudson smirked around his cock, and pushed the toy in deeper again, and this time the only warning he got was a strangled “Fuck,” before Connor’s knees buckled and he came hard into Hudson’s mouth. Hudson braced his hands on Connor’s thighs, helping keep him upright as he sucked down every last drop of his cum. Then he pulled off his cock with a pop and a giant grin on his face.
Connor blinked his eyes open, meeting Hudson’s awestruck gaze with a glassy one of his own, and Hudson knew exactly how blissed out Connor must feel in that moment. He’d seen that look countless times before. He quickly tucked Connor back into his pants and stood up to kiss him again.
“Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you baby?” He purred against Connor’s lips. He felt Connor’s lips curl up at the corners. He pulled away, but kept his forehead pressed against Connor’s, and held up the remote. “On or off?” He asked, watching for any hint in Connor’s expression that it might be too much. Connor had only safe-worded on time in the entirety of their relationship, but Hudson was more cautious by nature, and always worried about pushing too far, despite Connor’s assurances. But this time all he received was a delirious smile.
“On. Wanna remember who I belong to when I’m out there talking to all those beautiful sexy people.”
Now it was Hudson’s turn to forget how to breathe for a moment. It still wrecked his brain every time Connor said something like that. What could he have possibly done in a past life to get this lucky? He leaned in to press their lips together again, cupping Connor’s cheek.
“Good boy,” he murmured into the kiss, as he tucked the remote back into his shirt. Connor nuzzled into his palm and hummed contentedly. Hudson wondered abstractly if this was what being in love felt like.
It wasn’t fair that Connor had an early ass flight the next morning. If you could even call 3 AM “morning”. That was definitely still “middle of the night” as far as Hudson was concerned. He lamented such in the car on the way back to the hotel from the afterparty.
“We’ve still got a few hours, I’ll sleep on the plane,” Connor consoled him with a hand on his thigh. Hudson wished he could pull Connor onto his lap right there in the backseat of the car, but the driver wasn’t paid enough to keep that quiet. So instead he just nudged his nose into Connor’s shoulder with a sigh.
When they finally got to Connor’s hotel room, Hudson was practically foaming at the mouth. He was fully ready to MMA fight the keycard reader if it refused to read the card one more time, and Connor was laughing at him by the time they finally got the door open and practically fell into the room.
“I know I’m the slut here, but you’re sooo needy, babe,” Connor teased, and Hudson couldn’t even retort as he pushed Connor up against the wall, his cock achingly hard where it pressed against Connor’s thigh.
“God, you’re just so fucking hot,” he breathed out as he crowded Connor’s space, wishing he could consume every part of him. “Watching you tonight was fucking insane. All those interviews, those director pitches, the sheer amount of flirting you did, but the whole time I just got to be there like ‘that’s fucking mine, I own that ass’.” He knew he probably looked manic, pupils blown wide in the low light of the hotel room, staring at Connor like a lion stalking its prey.
Connor’s lips quirked into a half smile. “All yours,” he agreed, reaching forward to palm Hudson’s dick.
Hudson moaned through gritted teeth, then moved his hand up to Connor’s cheek, slipping his thumb between his parted lips. “Baby, I wanna fuck you so bad right now. Long and hard… make you fall apart on my cock… But I’m gonna come in like three seconds if we go right now.”
Connor took the hint and immediately dropped to his knees, quickly getting Hudson’s pants open, and attaching his mouth to his cock like it belonged there. And god, the way it looked, Connor’s perfect plump lips stretched around his girth, eyes big and and far more innocent-looking than Connor had ever been in his life—well, Hudson thought that maybe that was where it belonged. Forever. He carded his fingers through Connor’s heavily styled hair. It looked so good tonight, but now all Hudson wanted to do was muss it up completely, bring those curls back, the ones that made Conor look like an absolute cherub.
Connor didn’t waste any time getting down to business. He bobbed twice on Hudson’s dick, and then let his jaw go slack as he took it all the way into his throat. Hudson tightened his grip in his hair, bracing himself with his other hand on the wall as Connor’s throat muscles swallowed around him. It didn’t take much longer than his predicted three seconds until he was spilling down Connor’s throat, holding him down on his cock until he heard him starting to choke, and only then pulling back to let him breathe.
Connor was grinning up at him dazedly as he caught his breath, and Hudson couldn’t help but drop down to kiss him, on the lips, on the forehead, finally on the nose before pulling away again to admire him. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured, and he meant it. Connor closed his eyes, preening at the praise, and Hudson pressed another kiss to the top of his head.
“Okay, let’s get out of these clothes before we end up with a ten thousand dollar dry cleaning bill,” Hudson said, already pushing his pants the rest of the way down, and following them with his jacket. Connor pushed himself up off the floor and did the same, stripping down to just the lace panties, and hanging his clothes neatly in the designer garment bag his stylist had left in the closet. Hudson bit his lip as he watched him walk over to the table where the hotel had left them a complimentary bottle of champagne. The way the lace stretched over the round globes of his ass cheeks, nearly transparent, made something stir at the base of Hudson’s stomach.
Connor turned around with the champagne bottle in his hand, and a slightly wild look on his face. “Babe, we made it,” he said, holding the bottle neck away from him so he could crack it open. “We’re fucking famous.” He gave a toothy grin as he pushed on the cork and sent it flying across the room with a loud pop. Hudson grinned back, crossing the room to wrap his arms around Connor’s waist and take a celebratory sip from the bottle he held up to him.
“We’re fucking famous,” he agreed, even though that still wasn’t fully sinking in. He hadn’t let himself dwell too much on the full ramifications of his newfound fame yet—for now he was just enjoying the hell out of the perks, like free champagne, and a king size hotel bed with 9000 thread count sheets. A bed that he now guided Connor towards, taking the bottle from him as he pushed him down onto it.
He’d turned the plug off when they’d gotten into the car earlier, when he’d seen how flushed Connor’s face was, and the sweat that plastered his hair to the back of his neck. Connor had looked mournful for a split second, before likely realizing it was for the best if he actually wanted to enjoy being fucked later that night without his ass being straight up raw. Hudson was thankful for his past self’s presence of mind, because he was determined to fuck Connor for the entire 2 hours and 17 minutes they had left until Connor’s airport pickup.
Connor settled back against the pillows, his legs spreading to accommodate Hudson crawling between them. Hudson pressed a kiss to his collarbone, then trailed his lips down his chest, pausing for a moment to flick his nipple with his tongue before continuing down his stomach. He dragged his teeth over his navel, grabbing the only bit of skin on Connor’s whole torso that wasn’t solid muscle. He recalled those modelling photos Connor had done years ago with a belly button ring, and briefly mourned that the piercing had closed up. Maybe he could convince Connor to get another one, though he’d have to take it out to film season two. Or maybe Ilya could just have a pierced belly button now and no one would ever address it. He let out a huff of laughter against Connor’s skin, and felt Connor shift in question.
“Nothing,” he mumbled, shaking his head but still laughing softly. “Just horny thoughts.”
“Mmhm, sure,” Connor teased back. “If it was horny you’d tell me. I know who you are, Hudson Williams, I bet it was something soft as hell.”
Hudson felt the back of his neck heating up at being so accurately called out like that. “Shut up,” he muttered, but there was absolutely no bite in it. He sucked a bruise into the hollow of Connor’s hip in revenge, and Connor let him off the hook this time. Someday though, Hudson was certain that Connor was going to get him to say something that betrayed how truly gone he was for him. And he’d try to play it off as a joke, but Connor would see right through him, because he was a menace that way. But until then, Hudson was keeping his stupid feelings under lock and key where they belonged.
Connor let him know he was over the foreplay with a whine and a cant of his hips, and Hudson snapped himself out of his reverie to grip Connor’s hips. “Roll over, babe, wanna see that ass,” Hudson instructed, getting his mojo back. He scooted back on the bed so Connor could comply, watching him flip onto his stomach, pressing his chest down on the mattress and arching his back so delightfully. His knees were bent, thighs spread just enough to open his ass so Hudson had a perfect view of the plug, still snug inside him. Hudson wanted to take a photo, but settled for searing this sight into his retinas for eternity.
“So pretty,” he murmured, rubbing his hand over Connor’s ass cheek and then smacking lightly. A small shudder rippled through Connor’s body. Hudson didn’t want to waste any more precious time. He tugged the underwear down over Connor’s thick thighs, hearing his cock spring free and slap back against his stomach, fully hard again. Hudson ran his fingers over the base of the plug, realizing then that it was a different one than he’d seen Connor use before. He furrowed his brow. “Did you buy this just for tonight?” He asked. It was a little crazy that he had this level of knowledge of all of Connor’s sex toys, but he was pretty sure they’d used nearly all of them over the past several months, and this one was definitely new.
“Mmhm. It’s… bigger,” Connor said, looking back over his shoulder with a devious smirk.
Hudson’s eyes widened, wondering how big. He tugged at the base and found it very securely lodged inside Connor. Nearly no give, not like the one they’d used before. He massaged Connor’s ass to help him relax, and tried again, this time watching as Connor’s hole slowly opened up, revealing the neck of the toy, with the main girth still trapped inside. “That’s it, doing so good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the small of Connor’s back. Connor sucked in a shaky breath, his stomach clenching as he pushed the toy out more, and Hudson watched in awe as his hole stretched further, finally revealing the thickest part of the toy, which Hudson gaged to be at least two inches in diameter. He reached for the plug, helping to free it with a wet pop sound that could have been gross, except it was so, so very hot. And what was even hotter was the way Connor’s hole was gaping in its absence, so delightfully stretched and refusing to close, just waiting for Hudson to fill it again.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed out, as he reached out to run his finger along the red flushed rim. Connor practically whimpered at the touch, and Hudson immediately shed his underwear, stroking himself with his other hand.
Connor looked back at him again, biting his lip as he said, “Babe, please don’t take this the wrong way, but your dick isn’t going to cut it right now.”
Hudson had only a moment to pout about that before he realized what Connor was implying. His eyes widened with excitement as Connor reached over to his bag on the nightstand and pulled out a tiny bottle, uncapping it and taking a sharp inhale.
“Fuck, yes, baby, you know I’ve wanted to do this for ages,” he gushed, and Connor just laughed.
“I know babe, that’s why I got the bigger plug.” He returned the bottle of poppers to the bag and grabbed a bottle of lube this time, tossing it back to Hudson, who immediately squirted a healthy dollop onto his fingers.
It was mind blowing how easily the first three fingers slipped inside. He twisted them around to coat Connor’s rim with lube, before working in his pinky. Connor did let out a soft moan at that, but Hudson knew it wasn’t enough. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he had Hudson’s entire fist, and holy fuck was that an intoxicating thought. He leaned over Connor, pressing his body up against his back, and kissing his shoulder blade as he worked his four fingers in deeper. “Tell me if it’s too much, Connie, promise,” he murmured against his skin, and Connor nodded, then raised his arms up to wrap around the pillow that the side of his face was resting on. Hudson kissed him again, then returned to his place between his thighs. He squeezed some more lube into his palm, then cupped his hand, with his thumb pressed against his middle finger, and took a deep breath before sliding his whole hand inside. Now Connor was fully whimpering, squeezing the pillow tight as his ass literally sucked Hudson’s hand inside up to the wrist.
“Holy fuck,” Hudson breathed out, completely in awe. Connor’s rim was stretched tight around his wrist, but inside, Hudson could spread out his fingers and then wrap them into an actual fist, and what the actual fuck, that was the craziest feeling. “Is it good, baby?” He asked, twisting his wrist slightly.
Connor nodded, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. “So good,” he mumbled. “Stay like that for a bit, let me just feel it. Feels so… full.”
Hudson kept his hand still, but moved his other to Connor’s hip, stroking his thumb along his smooth warm skin. He could feel Connor’s body trembling slightly with each breath, but the way his eyelids were fluttering and his mouth was hanging slightly open, he knew it was a good tremble. After a few moments, Connor reached back to take Hudson’s hand, interlocking their fingers and squeezing.
“Okay, you can move,” he said softly, voice coming out was a rasp.
Hudson squeezed Connor’s hand back, then slowly started to twist his wrist again, and push his hand deeper inside him. He pushed in past his wrist, Connor’s hole stretching even more to accommodate his muscled forearm. He was nearly halfway up his arm before Connor hissed as the stretch became too much. Having found the limit, he now pulled his arm back, and started slowly thrusting with it, sliding in and out easier than he could have imagined. God, Connor was just fucking stunning.
After a few more thrusts, Hudson squeezed Connor’s hand and nudged his hip. “Turn over for me again, I wanna see something.”
Connor agilely flipped back onto his back, keeping Hudson’s fist inside him as he did. The way his hole clenched as he settled himself down into the bed made Hudson inhale sharply. He leaned down to kiss Connor, because Connor was staring at him with glazed over eyes and his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, and how was Hudson supposed to resist that? Then he started moving his hand again, and holy shit, just like he expected, he could see the outline of it moving inside Connor, making his lower belly bulge with each thrust. Connor saw it too, and the responding cock twitch made them both laugh softly.
“That’s fucking nuts,” Hudson shook his head in amazement. Connor just looked at him with those soft eyes and that smile that Hudson thought was somewhere between amusement and disbelief, with what he hoped was a little bit of fondness. And then Connor lifted his hand, pulling it towards his cock, and Hudson eagerly complied, stroking Connor while continuing to fuck him with his fist. It was getting easier to move faster, so he did, and it paid off in the way Connor’s toes curled into the sheets, and his hips pressed down hard into the mattress, and his eyes rolled up into his head. It didn’t take much longer until Connor arched his back, coming hard into Hudson’s hand and all over his own stomach.
Hudson stilled his hand, but kept it inside Connor as the other’s breathing slowly returned to normal. He waited for Connor’s cue, and when given the nod, slowly pulled his hand out. Connor laid there for just a moment to recover his senses, before making grabby hands for Hudson’s cock. Hudson had honestly been completely neglecting his own arousal, so focused on giving Connor what he needed, but he was achingly hard still, and let out a guttural moan when Connor finally touched him.
“Still want your cum inside me,” Connor hummed, bending his knees up and presenting his gaping hole again for Hudson to fill. “Gonna put the plug back in, so I can keep you with me all the way to Italy.”
“Fuck,” Hudson groaned, overcome by how incredibly hot that sounded, and pulled away from Connor’s grip so that he could stroke himself directly into his waiting hole. When he finally came, in messy spurts with a gasp, he collapsed on top of Connor, just managing to get his arms on either side of him on the bed so he wouldn’t actually crush him. He buried his face in Connor’s chest, breathing in deeply, letting the familiar scent of Connor’s body ground him. He felt Connor’s arms come up to wrap around his middle, and he snuggled closer, tangling their legs together like he could trap Connor here and keep him from going to Italy.
They lay like that, Hudson nuzzling between Connor’s pecs, and Connor tracing shapes onto his back, for a while, until Connor glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. “Fuck, I have to go in thirty minutes,” he groaned into Hudson’s hair.
Hudson let his body go limp, pinning Connor down as he whined “Nooo you can’t leave me.”
Connor kissed the top of his head. “I have to, baby, I’m sorry. But we’ll see each other soon. Italy will be amazing.”
Hudson sighed and nodded, giving Connor one last kiss before rolling off him so he could get up to pack and get dressed. He pulled the sheet up over himself, already knowing that he wasn’t going back to his own room tonight. Not when this bed smelled like Connor, and it was the last bit of him he was going to have for at least a week.
He watched Connor gather his clothes, and the plug that had been discarded on the bed, and go into the bathroom. A heat rolled through him knowing that Connor was actually following through on keeping some of Hudson inside him for the trip. He had never been more obsessed with a person in his life. This couldn’t possibly be healthy, but he simply did not give a single fuck. He reached for the pillow that smelled like Connor’s hair gel and sweat, and buried his face in it. This was fine. This was all completely fine.
Hudson was asleep when Connor finished getting everything ready for his flight. Connor stood there in the bathroom doorway, looking at Hudson sleeping, curled up in sheets that were an absolute mess of cum and lube, clutching the pillow that Connor had been holding earlier to his chest. God, he loved this man so much. He crossed the few steps to the bed to lean down and press a soft kiss to Hudson’s forehead. “Sweet dreams, my angel,” he murmured, then double checked the room to make sure he had everything he needed, slipped on his shoes, and left for his flight.