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Connor Storrie had never liked Hollywood after-parties, and the moment he stepped into this West Hollywood lounge, he was reminded why.
The music was loud enough that the bass vibrated through the floor, and the room was packed with people shouting over each other while holding crystal glasses. Someone had turned the lights down low, and the air smelled like expensive cologne, smoke, and the heat of too many people trying to be noticed.
Connor stood near the wall with his drink, half watching the party and half wishing he had stayed in his apartment instead. He pushed a loose curl away from his face, fingers brushing briefly against his earlobe where his gauges used to be. He was wearing a black cropped slutty vest, the fabric tight across his chest and cut low enough to show off the lean, pale muscle of his torso. Every time he reached for his drink, the hem rode up, revealing a narrow strip of skin and the silver bar through his navel that caught the light. His hair fell in golden curls, and his eyes shifted between blue and a sharp green under the neon.
Across the room, the source of the noise was impossible to ignore.
Hudson Williams.
Connor spotted him immediately.
Hudson was the Golden Boy. He was standing in the center of a circle, laughing way too loud, arms slung over people’s shoulders, radiating that effortless, irritating confidence. He was the athlete-turned-actor everyone was obsessed with.
Annoying.
He was about to finish his drink and leave when a shadow blocked the light. Connor lifted his head. Hudson Williams was standing directly in front of him, looking slightly flushed and far too energetic.
Hudson’s gaze linger. He took in the curls, the glint of the silver chain, and the way that vest clung to Connor’s frame. There was an open, unhidden hunger there. Connor stared back, unimpressed.
“Everything good, Papi?” Hudson asked, his voice low and vibrating, trying to be smooth despite the volume of the party.
Connor raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Yeah, actually.” Hudson stepped deeper into Connor’s space, his eyes dropping to the silver bar in Connor's navel before snapping back up. “Why do you keep looking at me like you’re dying to get on your knees? Just like the rumors I’m hearing?”
Hudson expected a blush. He expected Connor to get flustered at the mention of his reputation. He didn't expect Connor to look him dead in the eye, completely unfazed
God, he’s exactly what I expected, fucking brat. Connor thought, his gaze flat and clinical.
“Do you want me to?” Connor asked.
“What?” Hudson blinked, his practiced smirk faltering for the first time all night.
“You’re the one who walked all the way over here” Connor said, looking completely unbothered. “Is it because you’ve heard the same rumors everyone else has? Or do you just need someone to humble that massive ego of yours?”
“I’m not gay" Hudson snapped, his jaw tightening as his pride flared.
“So you’re passing on the offer?”
“I just heard you’ve got a reputation for being the best cock sucker. Is that how you got into the industry, Storrie? Blowing the right producers until they gave you a lead?”
Hudson just really, really wants to know if the rumors about Connor Storrie are true. It’s a matter of professional curiosity.
But the thing is, Hudson doesn’t get blown often. He’s been with plenty of girls, but most of them say no, give toothy, shitty blowjobs, or just suck the tip and quit. He’s never had someone go tip to root and actually get him to cum in their mouth.
Connor felt a sharp pang of bitterness at the comment. It was a familiar ache, the way people always assumed his talent was secondary to his mouth, like his years of acting and indie hustle were just a byproduct of who he slept with. He looked at Hudson, and for a second, his blue to green eyes looked tired.
“If you think I sucked my way onto a set, you clearly haven't seen my work” Connor replied, his voice a cool, dangerous blade. He felt a sting of actual hurt that this loud-mouthed asshole was reducing his career to a punchline, but he covered it with a smirk. “But it's true I’ve handled plenty of men. I’ve just been looking for one big enough to actually make it interesting.
“My dick’s actually huge, though” Hudson said, his face breaking into a nasty, dimpled grin. “I don’t think you can handle it. What if it’s too much for you? Bet you're just like the girls I meet. Talk about a big game, but start crying when you see what I’m packing.”
“That’s what you think? That it's big enough to make me cry?” Connor laughs. He leans onto the table, staring Hudson dead in the eye. “I can take you.”
It sends sparks straight through Hudson’s cock. He should leave. He’s not gay. He doesn't like dudes. But Connor isn't like other guys he met. He smells nice. And a mouth is a mouth, right?
“Deal” Hudson said, his voice thick. “Let’s go.”
The hallway toward the back of the lounge was dimly lit, the heavy throb of the music muffled behind thick velvet curtains. Connor didn't look back to see if Hudson was following, he knew he was.
Connor pushed open the door to a private, single-occupancy bathroom and stepped inside, the marble and chrome reflecting the sharp neon glow from the hall.
"You're awfully quiet now, Hudson" Connor said, his voice smooth and mocking. He reached up, slowly adjusting the lapel of his cropped vest, his eyes never leaving Hudson's. "What happened to all that big talk out there? Are you realizing that curiosity is a pretty thin excuse?"
He gets on his knees smoothly. Clearly, he's done this before and unbuckles Hudson’s designer belt with one hand, unbuttons his pants, and pulls down the zipper. He looks up at Hudson with those blue-green eyes, framed by thick lashes, and he opens Hudson’s pants and pulls them down his thighs.
Instantly, he presses forward and puts his cheek against Hudson’s cock, rubbing his face against it. He cups a hand over it too, massaging him, and it makes Hudson’s dick twitch. Connor feels it, smirks against his skin, and blows a breath of hot air through his boxers. Hudson swallows thickly.
He thought that maybe it’d be hard to get it up for a guy, but man— Hudson’s dick is already half-hard.
Connor smiles, though, and grabs his cock by the base with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. Hudson’s cock is rapidly swelling, filling Connor's hand, and Connor licks it once from base to tip. He swirls his tongue around the head, his rings cold against Hudson's skin, making him shudder.
“God, look at you—” Connor says, addressing Hudson’s dick and not Hudson himself. I’m genuinely impressed. Not all A-listers lie about their size.”
There’s really no need to stroke Hudson’s ego more than he’s already getting stroked (by Connor’s firm, steady hand) Connor slaps Hudson’s dick against his cheek and wet lips—oh God, that’s fucking hot. “I don’t usually go all out on random hookups” Connor looks up at him, rubbing his cheek against Hudson’s cock, letting the precum drag over his cheekbones. “But I’m gonna show off a little, too.”
“Fuck!”
Connor swallows him in one movement. Just the whole fucking thing. Tip, length, right down to the root. Hudson’s dick just fucking disappears in Connor’s mouth like it’s nothing, until Connor's nose is pressed into Hudson’s crotch. Hudson blinks fast, trying to keep himself in check as Connor’s throat contracts around him. Hudson swears he had no idea blowjob could feel this good.
He literally has no idea what happens next. Connor sucks him off so well that Hudson’s head spins and his knees feel weak. He can't even keep his mouth shut. He just moans like a stupid fucking virgin and he cums down Connor’s throat so hard his knees actually buckle against the door.
The rumors were true. Connor didn't gag. He didn't choke. He used his throat with a rhythmic, greedy suction.
“If you were a girl, I’m never letting you go” Hudson says, dazed and completely out of his mind, his body tingling from the intensity.
Connor laughs at him and tucks Hudson’s dick back into his pants, even giving the head a little mocking kiss before packing it away.
“Thank God I’m a guy, then.”
Connor laughs and gets to his feet, straightening his curls and smoothing down his vest until he’s presentable again.
He licks his lips and looks at Connor. He almost wants to kiss him, not because he wants to kiss a guy, but because it feels like the polite thing to do after someone sucks you dry.
“I’ll see you around, Hudson.”
Right. See you around.
No big deal.