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Hudson caught Connor’s eyes from across the party. Connor mouthed a word at him. It took Hudson a second to decipher it through his whiskey goggles. ‘Bathroom’.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” Hudson informed Aika. He downed the rest of the whiskey he’d been cradling and left the crystal glass on a table as he passed. Alcohol burned bright in his stomach as he traced a path through the crowd in the direction of the toilets. He walked down a short, dark corridor before brushing through a door with a men’s sign on it. Connor was to his right. He closed the gap and attempted to lock their lips. Connor pulled back. Hudson looked at him with confusion, trying to puzzle out what was wrong.
“No lock. We shouldn’t.” Connor attempted to speak reason. Hudson looked over.
“It’s got stalls.” He insisted. He attempted to initiate a kiss that didn't connect again. This time it was because Connor was backing up, hauling Hudson along with him into the nearest stall. It was cramped with them both in there, not to mention dark with the only light provided being from the overhead halogen.
“We’re so going to get caught.” Connor shook his head.
“Let them watch.” Hudson slurred. He leaned forward and finally landed a kiss that connected. They made out sloppily with tongue for a minute or two before Hudson pulled back. “I missed you.” He said sweetly.
“Missed you, too, Huddy.” Connor returned, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Missed this massive fucking body.” Hudson complimented, running his hands down Connor’s chest through his suit. “You’re so fucking sexy. Have I told you that?”
“You may have once or twice.” Connor chuckled. His eyes were all soft in a way reserved for Hudson.
“And this ass!” Hudson exclaimed, clapping both hands on Connor’s bottom. The sound reverberated around the small area. “Double cheeked up for no fucking reason.”
“Hey, you’re getting there, too.” Connor complimented. He brought his hands around to Hudson’s butt, bringing him closer until their crotches touched. They were both wearing nicely tailored suit pants, but their arousals were evident through the fabric. Connor moved his hips, starting them grinding together. Hudson moaned, eyes lapsing closed for a second. A smirk quirked his lips.
“I have a plug in.” He admitted.
“What?” Connor asked. Surely he misheard him.
“I have a butt plug up my ass right now.” Hudson smiled. His eyes were open again, mischievousness playing in them.
“No fucking way, dude.” Connor said, stunned. “The whole night?” They’d been at this party for a couple of hours now. It just wasn’t possible that he’d been plugged this whole time. He hadn’t been acting any differently. Well, maybe a little more loved-up than normal, but he got that way around Connor.
“Yup. Slipped it in before I came. It would be sooo easy for you to fuck me right now.” He gloated.
“You fucking slut.” Connor said, mouth dropped open in shock. “Bend over the toilet. I want to see.” He instructed. A little bit of shuffling later, and Hudson was faced towards the wall with his ass out. Connor reached around his waist and undid the other man’s pants. He then slid them down, as well as the tight, black briefs he was wearing underneath. He gripped one of Hudson’s ample ass cheeks and moved it to the side. He sucked in a breath. He could see the purple base of a metal butt plug. He tapped it and Hudson let out a little moan. “God, you’re so fucking kinky.” He stated. Connor shouldn’t do this. Anyone could walk in at any moment. They would probably hear their moans! Connor wasn’t thinking straight, however, not with the sight of Hudson’s ass presented like this in front of him.
“We’ll have to be quick.” Connor said, unbuttoning his pants. He reached forward and gently slid the butt plug out of Hudson. Hudson let out a hiss of pleasure at the movement. Connor slipped the plug into his pocket before pulling out a travel packet of lube from his other pocket. Hudson looked back over his shoulder.
“You brought lube to an afterparty? And you called me the whore.” Hudson chastised.
“Because I knew you would be here.” Connor sniped back, rubbing the lube down his shaft. He stepped forward and lined his cock up with his hole. He slowly slid in. He gave him a couple of slow thrusts to warm up, but quickly ramped up to faster thrusts because they needed to make this quick. He saw Hudson’s hands scramble for purchase. “The-the tank.” He pointed out. Hudson wrapped one hand around the tank of the toilet. His other hand moved to wrap around his cock and stroke in time with Connor’s thrusts. Both of Connor’s hands were wrapped around Hudson’s waist, his feet parenthesizing Hudson’s. Connor panted out some moans. Their bodies slapped together noisily.
The worst possible sound interrupted their own.
“Hudson? Are you okay? You’ve been in here a while…” A curious female voice called. It took Connor a second to recognize it as Aika’s.
“Shit!” Hudson cursed. Their bodies disconnected as Hudson scrambled to bring his legs up on the closed seat of the toilet. At least only one of their feet would be seen underneath the stall door. Connor looked between the gap of the stall.
“She’s standing in the doorway. I don’t think she saw.” Connor whispered.
“Hud-” Aika started to call again, more worried when she hadn’t received an answer.
“I’m okay! Just - uh - cooling off. I got overheated. I’ll be out in a minute.” He explained in an unsteady voice.
“Oh, okay. We were thinking about leaving soon, anyway.” She replied. They heard the door slam to a close as Aika left.
A moment later, Hudson was turning back around and presenting himself for Connor.
“You’re crazy.” Connor said.
“It would be a waste if we almost got caught and I didn’t even get to cum.” Hudson commented.
Connor sighed. He took his cock in his hand and started lining back up.
“Let’s actually make this quick this time.” He sassed. Hudson still had both knees on the toilet lid, slightly changing their position as Connor started thrusting again. Hudson’s fingers wrapped around the back of the toilet tank, giving him leverage as he met Connor’s hips.
“Mmmm fuck.” He moaned out, head hanging between his shoulders. HIs hand was flying up and down his shaft.
“Right there?” Connor questioned, his hand wrapped around the top of the divider.
“Right fucking there.” Hudson confirmed. Connor concentrated on getting Hudson off. A couple minutes later, Hudson hit his peak, bringing Connor with him a few hard thrusts later.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Connor panted, watching cum drip out of Hudson’s hole.
“Where’d you put the plug?” Hudson inquired.
“My pocket.” He replied.
“Slide it back in so I don’t have to clean up.” He instructed. Connor bit his lip and fumbled the plug back out of his pocket. Hudson was really going to go back into the party with his cum sloshing around in his hole. Connor carefully guided the butt plug back inside of Hudson. They then went about pulling their clothes back on and tried to make themselves look presentable. Connor looked Hudson up and down.
“You’re so rumpled.” He commented. He fussed over straightening Hudson’s suit top for a moment. He then leaned down and gave him a parting kiss on the lips.
Hudson walked back into the party first on shaky legs. Connor had agreed to exit the bathroom in a couple of minutes so they wouldn’t be seen walking out together. His eyes scanned the crowd for his short stylist, and eventually found her sitting at a table by herself. He raised a hand in greeting, then spun his way through the crowd towards her. He gingerly sat on the stool beside her.
“You know, you could have told me you wanted to leave the party and not risked ending up on TMZ.” Was the first thing she said to him. Hudson made a face as if he didn’t know what she was talking about.
“TMZ? Why would they care that I took some time to cool off in the bathroom?” He snorted. Aika quirked a knowing eyebrow.
“Maybe you should start carrying around a large tote bag like lesbians do.” She said.