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Hudson Williams was a lot of things, but he wasn't gay.
Okay, yeah, nothing was wrong with being gay, he simply wasn't. He was comfortable in his sexuality, and he wasn't homophobic by any means, he had just never been attracted to guys in that way.
So, imagine his shock when he opened up the chemistry read zoom call for a new show he was (hopefully) landing, to the most breathtaking man to ever exist.
Hudson had expected a good looking guy, probably a gay guy honestly, but nothing prepared him for the God that Connor was. Rough edges, a sharp jawline, short hair that curled up just right. He was fucking beautiful, and there was no way to stop himself from staring for a little too long.
But it wasn't gay to enjoy another man’s beauty, was it? Truly, it just meant he had eyes.
So when it came to meeting Connor, Hudson should've been more prepared. News flash—he wasn't.
Jacob had told Hudson not to bulk up like crazy, that he needed to look like a hockey player, not a model. So why the fuck did this guy come waltzing in looking like a goddamn body builder?
Hudson was 99% sure that he was on steroids, but Connor only laughed and told him he was wrong.
Oh, so the beautiful face and the perfect body is natural. He thought, shaking his head from the craziness of it all.
Well, great. He had an obvious attraction to Connor, but who didn’t? Besides, he didn't like guys and Hudson was a taken man anyway, so this silly little infatuation with his co-star would end soon enough.
However, the real problem presented itself when he saw Connor naked. Not fully, but he might as well have. Breathtaking was an understatement, this man was ethereal.
His body was full of sharp edges and rippling muscles, bulging in all the right places. His chest chiseled out into an aggressive six pack, he was just massive. And his ass—was it normal to stare at a man’s ass so much? It was just ridiculously large, and built just like the rest of Connor’s stupid body. It didn't help that his v-line was deep enough to nestle in, like a giant arrow pointing right to his dick.
Hudson just couldn't stop his eyes from wandering, he couldn't stop his mind from imagining. He was picturing Connor without that little ballet slipper, wondering if he was this big everywhere.
But that—was definitely gay. So, he’d shake away the thoughts and keep focused—after all, they were working. This is their job; they had to be professional, act, and of course, pretend to fuck.
Because yes, he was getting paid to have pretend sex with his co-star that he definitely wouldn't mind having real sex with, and then go home to his girlfriend.
Hudson was royally fucked.
Filming was Hudson’s passion. He had never loved anything more than being on the screen, but landing a bigger show was nerve wracking. It would still be smaller, only Canadian streamed, but this was real.
So, naturally, he put a lot of time into it. It’s not that he was meaning to ignore Kiara, he wasn't. They had been together for 3 and a half years now, and she was honestly one of the most supportive people he had ever met.
She was good to him, understood his schedule, and as an artsy girl herself, she was patient with his career. He really couldn't complain.
So, he meant it truly when he said he wasn't ignoring her, just this project was taking up a lot of his time.
“Hudson.” She sighed into the phone, and he could practically hear the pout.
Part of him always broke when he told her he’d be working late. It wasn't his fault, they hadn't had a lot of time to finish this show so they had to really lock in, but he felt guilty all the same.
“I know, I’m sorry, baby. I promise I’ll make it home ASAP.” Hudson pouted in return, but he knew she couldn't see it. He hoped she could hear his tone how he had, though.
“Okay, sure.” Her tone was clipped and something about it made Hudson’s brows furrow in confusion.
“Love you,” He tried, hoping it would make her (or himself) feel a bit better.
“Yeah, love you too.” She responded, but Hudson could hear that she was tired.
He let her go without a fight, clicking his phone off and pocketing it smoothly.
It had been about 4 weeks since he started filming Heated Rivalry, but he could feel it dampening his relationship. They had just been off, and maybe it wasn't just the show. Maybe Hudson had changed something. He always got into his head about these things, overthinking every micro decision.
“What's up, babydoll?” Connor’s concerned tone cut through his train of thought.
The sound of the pet name always warmed his soul in a way he wasn't ready to face yet. He was just always so good at sensing that something was up.
“Just Kiara.” He grumbled, stepping close enough to Connor that he could push his face flat to the blond’s shoulder.
It was something he did a lot recently, but something Connor had always welcomed. They had only known each other for a little under two months now, but it had felt like forever. Connor always just understood him so wordlessly, always knew what he needed even before Hudson did sometimes. The thought was comforting, knowing he always had someone to lean on.
Connor’s hand came up to Hudson’s hair, the other one embracing him. He pushed his nose against the blond’s collarbone, the gentle pressure reminding Hudson that he was here, that Connor was here. He took the moment to breathe Connor in.
One thing he hadn’t expected from this perfect body was that Connor was quite the smoker. Hudson was sometimes, like when he was drunk or with the right group of friends, but not like Connor.
His smoke lingered on his lips even as Hudson kissed it away, clung to his jacket to mix with all his other scents. The perfect combination of tobacco, cherries, soap, and worn leather. He wasn't sure where some of it came from, but he never questioned it.
Hudson rather liked Connor’s scent, and the latter had never said anything about the way he always breathed it in when they embraced, so Hudson was pretty sure he was allowed to enjoy it.
He only ever took what he was allowed to, but that line blurred a little more each day.
“She’s upset you're not home?” Connor asked.
Hudson pulled back, looking a bit dumbfounded. Oh, right—his girlfriend. His senses had been so wrapped up in Connor that he had almost forgotten.
Hudson cleared his throat. “Yeah, think so. I don't mean it though, I don't control our days.” He huffed helplessly, throwing a shrug in to show that it really wasn't his fault.
Connor rolled his eyes while he smiled, and that was a sight Hudson was searching for more and more lately.
He loved to make Connor laugh, make him smile, make him proud. He grew up in an asian household after all, he had an innate need to prove himself. That was one of the things that pulled him to Shane’s character, honestly.
So, no, the little tug in his chest when he gets those reactions isn't weird, he’s simply programmed this way.
Connor pulled him into one last tight squeeze that was over far too soon for Hudson’s liking. He sighed when it was over, Connor patting him on the back as he said something about getting back to filming.
The day was long, and the drive home was even longer. It was dark now, quiet without Connor to fill the space next to him. Hudson always hated this part of his night, it was always so lonely, but lately, coming home to Kiara was somehow lonelier.
He tried not to think about it too hard, but the thoughts ate away at his brain like worms when the silence was this loud. Hudson drummed his fingers against his steering wheel as the red light shined back at him. Every part of him was dreading entering his cold, dark apartment, and he couldn't help but hate himself for it.
He was going home to his lovely girlfriend who cared about him endlessly, who was willing to wait up late at night so that they could go to sleep together, and for some reason, he couldn't shake that feeling of dread.
When he finally reached his building, it was a little past 12. The handle on the door was cool to the touch, and it was enough to shock Hudson as his fingers wrapped it.
He made his way through the lobby and up to his floor, the task feeling like a blur. It was simply routine now, to sneak in through the dark and make his way back to his lonely apartment.
He swung the door open, unintentionally bracing himself.
Hudson was met with the sight of Kiara nestled on the couch. She must've fallen asleep waiting for him and he couldn't stop the insistent ache in his chest. He made his way over to her, gently tapping her shoulder.
“Kiki, wake up.” Hudson cooed gently as he watched his girlfriend stir.
He wished he could be happier at her waking up, and he wished that her face still lit up when she saw he was home. But they weren't like that anymore, so Hudson offered a forced smile as Kiara sleepily gathered herself and pushed herself to her feet.
They made their way silently to their shared bedroom. The only sound was the creaking of the floorboards under Hudson’s feet as Kiara settled into bed. He rummaged around, searching for his pyjamas and then settled in next to her.
“G’night.” Hudson offered, looking over at Kiara.
The blond girl was rolled onto her side, facing away from him. “Goodnight.”
Hudson only knew she fell asleep when he heard her breathing even out. What a sad life he lives, Hudson thought, rolling onto his side.
Hudson couldn't shake the emptiness that was aching in his chest. He loved filming, it was so much fun. He had a blast with the cast, Jacob was so amazing, and he really loved kissing Connor, but there was still this lingering feeling of dread.
The show was ending soon and that meant not seeing Connor everyday which only made him feel worse. The blond felt like his only sliver of normalcy as of late, and he wasn't sure what he would do without seeing him everyday.
He felt guilty for his feelings sometimes, like he shouldn't be upset that he won't see Connor everyday if it means spending more time with his girlfriend. But he can't change what he feels, so no point in fighting it.
Besides, he wasn't doing anything wrong. He was doing his job, and he was simply going to miss his best friend. Plus, he wasn't really gay, so it was okay.
Hudson found himself flopped on Connor's bed, a space he was often settled in recently. Kiara made plans on weekdays as Hudson was filming, so he stopped coming home as much.
At first, Hudson had asked for the couch. That was a safe bet for friends, a good distance. But the two of them were inseparable, so he ended up in Connor's bed soon enough.
He let himself settle into the cool, white sheets. They were smooth under his touch, the fabric dragging across his finger tips. He liked that Connor's room was cold now, thanks to the fan he bought for Hudson. It helped him not overheat when they inevitably cuddled at night.
Hudson watched as Connor shuffled in and out of the bedroom, returning to the bathroom to complete all his nightly tasks. Hudson had already gone through his own, so he scrolled his phone mindlessly. He opened up the Messages app, clicking on Kiara’s pinned contact.
Even goodnight texts were rare now. Sometimes, Hudson wondered if she had found someone else. It was possible, honestly. He wouldn't even know, considering he spends most of his nights at Connor’s anyway. He wanted to feel a pang of jealousy, hurt, anger, really just anything, but he was indifferent.
His mind wandered to how Connor would react to that. Would he hold Hudson and reassure him? Ask him to move in for real? They were best friends after all.
He really was sick. Here he was, abandoning his girlfriend and fantasizing that she cheats on him so he can be comforted by Connor. What is his problem?
His thoughts were broken by Connor's voice. “Ready for bed, Hud?”
His tone was soft and low now, like it always was at night time. Connor seemed to treat silence like it was sacred because he always appeared afraid to break it. Hudson always liked his voice like this, the way it carried a gravelly rumble that it never did during the day.
A small smile tugged on Hudson’s expression as he let his brows relax, unfurrowing them. “Yeah.” He nodded softly.
Connor settled into the space next to him, the mattress dipping under his weight. As big as the both of them were, there was definitely enough room to lay next to each other without touching. But why would they do that?
Connor left his arms open, inviting. Of course, Hudson took the request silently, settling his head against Connor's collarbone. Despite nearly being the same height, he always felt so small like this. Connor's arm wrapped around his back possessively as his other arm hooked Hudson’s leg around his midsection.
The act of being manhandled so easily made Hudson's stomach flip pleasantly. He shuddered and smiled against Connor's skin, nuzzling his head deeper.
Connor's big hands came up to his scalp, scratching at it and carding through his hair. The touch made electricity zip down his spine. There was something about the way Connor's hands roamed his body that felt so charged, like he completely owned Hudson and could do as he pleased.
Although, that was quite true, wasn't it? Hudson was always Connor’s. The thought made Hudson giggle against Connor's neck, his mind feeling fuzzy.
“What is it, Huddy?” Connor hummed inquisitively, his fingers still massaging Hudson’s scalp.
“Nothin’,” He mumbled his words sleepily, feeling his warm breath bounce back at him.
“Just love you.” Hudson nudged closer, rubbing his nose against Connor's soft skin.
He could feel the rumble of laughter in Connor’s chest. It was gentle, but it was definitely there.
“Love you too, babe.” Connor mumbled back, his voice still maintaining that delicate cadence.
Connor pressed a soft kiss to Hudson’s hair and he had to fight the urge to squirm. Connor tightened his grip momentarily, a grounding squeeze. Hudson felt the blond’s breathing even out beneath him and he took a second to bask in the moment. How did he get so lucky?
Heated Rivalry was over, but that was still a tough pill to swallow. It was such a crazy, amazing experience that Hudson couldn't feel more grateful for, but he couldn't help the aching in his heart. He was going to miss Connor of course, but more than anything he can't shake the grating feeling of returning to his mundane life.
Over the past month, Kiara and him had drifted further and further. She had made some friends in Toronto so she was busying herself, but Hudson felt so guilty. He knew that he spent every night in Connor's bed, in his arms, nestling in like he belonged there, while she’d return home to their sad, makeshift apartment.
But he can't control what he wants, and he wants Connor.
Except, he can't have Connor. So he returns to his sad life, bidding his best friend farewell. It wasn't like they'd be apart for long anyway. The press tour would start mid-September which meant they’d only be separate for a month and a bit, but it still felt like a long time.
Hudson looked himself in the mirror, dragging his fingers across his face, pulling down his features with a groan. He was back in Vancouver now, and as rough as everything had been between him and Kiara, he was happy to be home. Everything else would settle itself.
And it did. A month into being home, and they were back and better than ever. His heart still ached for Connor silently, but he could push those feelings down. He wouldn't have to face them till he flew down to Toronto for their press tour in two weeks, so he was grateful for that much.
“Hey, babe. Ready for dinner?” He heard Kiara call from the kitchen.
His ears perked up at the sound of her voice, pushing himself off the couch to greet her. Hudson smiled as he was met with the sight of his girlfriend, the smell of fresh pasta drifting through the air.
“Mm, smells delicious.” He purred, pressing a kiss to her lips. Finally, these acts of love didn't sting anymore. Maybe he had finally broken through the curse that Connor had put him under.
They chatted quietly over dinner, the kitchen mainly filled with a comfortable silence as they chewed.
“So, I was thinking, I’m going to stay here while you do your press tour.” Kiara cleared her throat, not quite making eye contact with Hudson.
Something about the statement tugged in his chest with excitement, but he immediately felt guilty. His girlfriend was staying home while he was busy staying with the love of his life. He did not get to celebrate this. Being the best actor he could, he responded.
“What? Why,” He pouted, letting his brows furrow in sync.
“I dunno,” She shrugged, before clearing her throat and actually making eye contact this time. “Well, I do. It’s just—I can't leave work again, and I thought maybe you'd like some time alone with Connor.”
Oh—this was about Connor. Her tone wasn't insinuating anything, but he felt the implication of her words. She didn't want to be discarded for him again.
“Oh.” Hudson blinked a few times, responding dumbly. “Yeah, okay.” He nodded in agreement before turning his gaze back to his plate.
Suddenly he wasn't hungry.
This little crush on Connor was destroying him and his relationship at once. He needed to put an end to this.
Hudson tried, he really tried. He booked a separate hotel room and everything, but seeing Connor after all this time, it was hard for him. He followed like a stupid, love-sick puppy, trailing after Connor into his hotel room. He let the blond dress him in his clothes, which was only a baggy shirt and a pair of boxers. Hudson was never really heavily clothed around Connor anyway.
Once the both of them had finished their nighttime routines, Connor settled into bed as he always did. His arms were open, waiting for Hudson to settle into the space.
Instead, he stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed.
Connor cocked his head at him in confusion. “Are you going to lay down, baby?” The pet name came so easily, making Hudson flush uncharacteristically.
He should be used to it, but it had been so long since he heard that name in person. God, he missed this man.
Still, he couldn't bring himself to move.
“Huddy,” Connor sat up, tone laced with concern. “Are you okay?”
Hudson huffed, his brows furrowing. He wanted this so bad, needed this so bad, but he couldn't bring himself to give in. Things were going so well for him, and now Connor was going to turn everything upside down.
The worst part? It wasn't even Connor's fault. Hudson had always taken as much as he could, drank up as much Connor as possible because he wasn't sure when he'd have it next. Now he's addicted and he can't stop.
Hudson felt tears well up in his eyes, his gaze shooting to the floor. He fumbled with the hem of Connor's shirt, trying to busy himself.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Connor cooed soothingly, scrambling to his feet to comfort Hudson.
He felt Connor's big hands wrap his bicep, warm to the touch. He shuddered under the contact, blinking away his tears quickly. Hudson was pulled into Connor’s chest, cradled like an overgrown toddler.
When he finally calmed down, he peered at the blond through his thick lashes. Connor's expression was warm when he finally met it.
“Now, you wanna tell me what that was about?” Connor tilted his head to the side. The question was soft, welcoming but not demanding. Why did he always have to be so fucking perfect?
Hudson sighed, trying to sort out his words. “Everything is a lot lately. I’ve been missing you.” He shrugged with a pout that he knew Connor would soak in.
Naturally, he cooed at the boy, pulling him onto the bed. This time, Hudson didn't fight. Instead, he let himself settle against the cool hotel sheets. He hated how easy Connor made everything seem, like he could sort it in a second.
He pulled Hudson into his chest, and the touch was enough to render the brunette helpless. He folded so easily that it was pathetic. He let Connor’s fingers card through his hair as he gently coaxed out Hudson’s issues.
He wanted to hide them, guard them off and protect himself. But the way Connor was holding him in place, muttering soft praises as Hudson settled into his grip, made it all too simple.
“Kiara and I were having a lot of problems while filming Heated Rivalry. I dunno if it was the time apart, or the fact that she moved with me to Toronto just for me to stay with you every night, but things felt different. That's why today was just hard. I want things to be normal with us, but I don't want to hurt her either.” Hudson rambled, pressing his warm cheek against Connor's bare chest.
He didn't mean to spill everything the way he was, but like word vomit, he just couldn't stop. He looked up at Connor to gauge his reaction. His brows were furrowed and his bottom lip was pinched between his teeth. The man was practically unreadable so he isn't quite sure why he was even trying.
“I’m sorry, baby. That's terrible.” And there it was, that stupid little pet name that made his breath catch. He never reacted like this when Kiara said it, but it was special when Connor did.
Hudson flipped to face Connor, now laying chest to chest. He took a moment to scan the face that he had grown to love. His eyes traced the rigid edges of his nose, his cheekbones, his jaw. He zeroed in on the little details that the camera could never capture, like the faint freckles that dusted his face. It felt like a delicate little secret, something only Hudson can know.
His eyes dropped to Connor's lips, scanning them with his gaze. They were full and pink, always moisturized. Hudson missed kissing them, missed kissing Connor.
The way his tongue would slip in when Hudson dramatically gasped, the way Connor would grab his jaw to angle them better. All of it felt like second nature, yet it had been so long now that it feels foreign. He wasn't sure what came over him, but he couldn't stop the question that threatened to push past his lips.
“Can I kiss you?” The request came out panty, breathless.
He must've looked as pathetic as he sounded because Connor only tutted at him before giving him a pitied look.
“Would Kiara like that?” Connor raised a brow.
Oh—Hudson hadn't even been thinking about her. No, she wouldn't like it. But now that Hudson was letting himself want this, he had to have it.
“No,” He trailed off, averting his gaze for a moment. “But it's been so long.” He whined, pulling out his beloved puppy eyes.
He knew Connor would never say no to them, even if he was denied at first. Hudson worried that he was being rejected, but the thought was quickly reassured with Connor’s grip on his jaw.
“Huddy…” He sighed, shaking his head. Connor was acting like he was the only person who thought this was a bad idea.
“It doesn't have to mean anything, it can be platonic.” Hudson tried, jutting his bottom lip further.
He darted his tongue out to wet his lips, trying to seem as appealing as he could. Clearly it had worked because Connor groaned before leaning it, capturing Hudson’s mouth.
It had been so long since they had done this, and Hudson hadn't realized how badly he was aching for it. He hummed softly into the touch, the kiss starting out gently. Their lips moved against each other in unison, not yet pushing a tongue in.
Connor didn't kiss much differently than Ilya did, Hudson noted, aside from the want to take his time. If there was no need to rush, why would they?
Connor slid his smooth tongue against the entrance of Hudson’s mouth, asking for permission. Naturally, he obliged, letting his tongue slip in and explore every crevice in a way he had never done before.
The feeling was otherworldly. He’s had Connor’s tongue in his mouth hundreds of times, both for filming and for line-blurring practices, but somehow this felt so much better. His whole body was on fire, tingling under each swipe of Connor’s tongue.
He felt the muscle rub against his own, making him moan into the kiss. This clearly excited Connor because it gave him the confidence to grab Hudson’s jaw, angling them. Hudson always loved when Connor got bossy like this because as much as he pretended he didn't like to listen, he would fold immediately.
He sighed happily as Connor nibbled on his bottom lip, fully melting into the kiss now. When Connor finally pulled away, Hudson felt a bit dazed. His head was spinning, and he wasn't sure if it was from the lack of oxygen or an over dose of Connor filling his senses.
The both of them just looked at each other for a moment, chests rising and falling in sync. Connor looked so beautifully flushed, and Hudson was sure that he looked the same.
Hudson’s brain felt fuzzy and he had to resist the urge to chase Connor’s lips again as he scanned his face. Instead, he soothed his urge by littering kisses against Connor’s neck.
His skin was warm and it carried that scent that Hudson loved so much, a smell that reminded him of home. He grazed his teeth against the skin, feeling a hand tug on his hair. He whined as he was pulled back, desperate for as much contact as he could get.
“Baby,” Connor tutted, but Hudson still shined those big puppy eyes at him. “You're gonna leave marks, and we can't have that, can we?” His tone was soft, yet all still commanding. Something about it made Hudson shiver.
He pouted in response before reluctantly resting his head in Connor’s neck. He nuzzled his nose against the blond’s jaw, his facial hair scraping the smooth skin on the bridge. He wanted to whine or complain about the pain, but he quite liked it.
Connor’s hand played with Hudson’s hair, gliding his fingers through the strands. He relished in the touch, wanting to soak up at much of it as possible. He felt painfully needy but he didn't care.
“Can I have another kiss?” Hudson peeked his head up from where he had it buried in Connor’s neck.
He could tell in Connor’s expression that he wanted to deny him, tell him that this was going too far. But he never would.
“Okay, yeah. C’mere.” He caved with a sigh.
Hudson made a happy sound, smiling as he leaned into the kiss. Connor angled his jaw just right, a possessive grip holding him in place. He loved being held like this, like there was no where he could go. Not that he would ever want to go anywhere, anyway, but it was nice to feel Connor’s control.
As Hudson melted into the kiss, it became harder and harder to keep himself propped up. He assumed Connor could tell because before Hudson could even process what was happening, Connor flipped him onto his back. The way the blond could so easily throw him turned him on like no other. His stomach flipped and he moaned earnestly.
Connor drank up all his sounds and rewarded him with some happy noises of his own. Hudson let himself melt into the mattress, all too content to be underneath Connor.
Truly, this is what he had been craving for all this time. To be man handled, thrown around like he weighed nothing. He felt Connor’s hands holding him down, pushing him into the bed forcefully. It was something he hadn't felt for so long, something that they hadn't done since filming, and Hudson was so happy he could almost cry.
Connor finally pulled away to give them some air, but Hudson was less than happy about that. He whined, chasing Connor’s lips with his own. Still, he was denied, held in place with nowhere to go.
“Breathe, baby.” Connor shushed him easily, but Hudson was not happy about that.
“You suck.” He pouted, sticking out his tongue childishly.
Connor laughed breathlessly, shaking his head at Hudson. What a beautiful sight that was.
He was so in love with this man, this is not going to go well.
Hudson still played the dramatics, turning his head away from Connor’s gaze. He knew it was over dramatic, but he was an actor after all. Connor used one of the hands that was previously pinning him down to grab his jaw, and make eye contact with him.
The simple act had butterflies bouncing around in Hudson’s stomach as he fought the urge not to squirm under his intense gaze.
“You can hold me down but you can't kiss me?” Hudson pushed. He knew his tone was bratty, and really he was in no position to ask for more, but he couldn't help it.
Connor raised a brow at him, slotting one of his thighs between Hudson’s legs. The act sent pleasure up Hudson’s spine. He hadn't realized how hard he was until now.
He bit back the moan that threatened to escape, trying to throw his head to the side. Connor—being the dickhead he is—didn't let him, instead holding his jaw in place.
Suddenly, the thought clicked in his head. Hudson was being punished.
The thought alone was enough for Hudson to moan, screwing his eyes shut so he didn't have to look at Connor.
“C’mon, baby, let me see those pretty eyes.” The command was so soft, barely an ask at all, but Hudson couldn't stop himself from folding immediately.
He could feel the tips of his ears warming as he peeked open his eyes, finally making eye contact with Connor. He looked so fucking good like this. He loomed above Hudson, pinning him to the mattress with an aggressive hold, but his gaze was so soft, welcoming even.
“There you are. So pretty, baby.” Connor cooed.
Hudson could practically feel his brain meting out of his ears as he seeped into the mattress below him. He shifted his hips experimentally, testing how much friction he’d be allowed.
When Connor didn't stop him, he attempted again. Then for a third time, fourth time, fifth time. Each grind held slightly more effort, rolling his hips against Connor’s clothed leg.
He only had his boxers on, and Connor was only wearing pajama pants, but there was way too much fabric between them. Hudson pinched the material of Connor’s pants between his fingers, tugging insistently.
“Off.” The request came out whiny and breathless, but Hudson couldn't be bothered to care.
“Is that how we ask for what we want?” The tone was so belittling, Connor was speaking to him as if he was a child. It was embarrassing—and so, very, hot.
Hudson shook his head quickly, the words in his brain feeling all muddled. “Uhm, can you take this off, please, Connie?”
This time, his request was granted, Connor nodding his head before disentangling them momentarily.
Hudson wanted to complain about the loss of contact, but he knew that there was better to follow.
Connor made quick work of his pajama pants, throwing them to the side. Now he was left in only his boxers, and Hudson was very happy at the sight. Craving more skin to skin contact, Hudson decided to toss off his shirt, leaving him in only his boxers as well.
As Hudson watched Connor climb back onto the bed, his stomach was doing flips. Partly because of the guilt, but partly because of the excitement. Finally letting himself have what he wanted was so exhilarating, especially like this. What they were doing was dirty, but it was so fun.
Connor slotted himself back into place, leaning down to capture Hudson’s mouth again. He met the kiss happily, letting Connor’s tongue slither into his mouth. Suddenly, nothing else mattered except for the two of them. His senses were fully consumed in Connor, reaching for any more contact he could grasp.
His hips thrusted against Connor’s bare thigh, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear. Hudson pulled away from the kiss, tossing his head to the side.
“Connie,” he moaned helplessly.
He was going to cum in his boxers like a fucking teenager all because of a little kissing and grinding. The worst part? He didn't even care. He wanted whatever Connor would give him, and if that was cumming in his boxers, he would do it happily.
“I know, baby. I know.” Connor soothed him, carding a hand through his dark strands.
The gentle touch set his nerves on fire, his whole body tingling in Connor’s hold. He had never felt so needy and pathetic.
Connor’s hand slipped into his boxers, finally making contact with his cock. He caught his mouth in a kiss, trying to silence all the moans that threatened to spill out. They were in a hotel, after all.
Hudson came with a cry, bucking his hips up into Connor’s fist. He kissed him through his climax until both of them were panting and sweaty. Suddenly he remembered that Connor’s dick was still untouched.
He clumsily slipped his hand past Connor’s black boxers, his fingers still trembling from his orgasm. When Hudson had finally made contact with Connor’s bare cock, he had to fight back the gasp.
It was the first time that Hudson had ever touched it. Connor's cock was heavy in his hand and based on the time it took to fully stroke, it was decently large. He had always assumed Connor would have a big dick, those cock socks only hide so much, but finally feeling it? This was a whole new ball game.
Hudson stroked his dick a few times and based on the precum that was leaking into his hand, Connor was close. Maybe he just needed something to push him over the edge.
“C’mon, Connie. Cum for me, please.” He panted pathetically.
The room was dark and it was hard to make out Connor’s expression, but the faint moonlight made it possible. His brows furrowed as his face screwed up, spilling all over Hudson’s hand.
It was a beautiful sight, something Hudson had pictured on many desperate nights, but the real thing was so much better. He could feel the memory burning into his mind, willing it to stay there forever.
Connor collapsed onto Hudson's chest, laying there for a few moments as they caught their breath. Hudson could feel his cum drying against his body but he wouldn't dare ruin the moment.
Finally, Connor pushed himself up.
“Let me clean us up.” He grumbled sleepily, walking off to the bathroom to grab a towel.
Hudson was left alone with his thoughts for a moment as the post-nut clarity settled in. He couldn't shake the guilty ache in his chest. He was a fucking asshole, he cheated on his girlfriend. He should feel terrible.
Then why is he so happy?
Kissing Connor feels so good, so real and raw, nothing like it does with Kiara. And his dick—Hudson can't stop imagining all the other ways he could make Connor cum. He should feel terrible, but this is the most blissed out he's ever felt.
Connor came back wearing a fresh pair of boxers, holding up a warm, wet towel. He stripped Hudson, cleaning him up before tossing another set of boxers at him as well.
When Connor settled into bed again, he left his arms open. It was a silent invitation that Hudson would never turn down.
He yawned, mumbling out, “Good night, Connie. Love you.”
“Good night, Huddy.” Connor hummed, pressing a kiss to his hair.
Hudson Williams was definitely gay.