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come right on me, i mean camaraderie
said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be
where art thou? why not uponeth me?
see it my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy
-Sabrina Carpenter, “Bed Chem”
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Hudson is certain he’s never scrambled to Facetime someone so fast in his life.
The gentle thudding of the Facetime tone fills his ears while he waits for Connor to pick up. Hudson does his best to stretch out and get comfortable on his couch, curiosity thrumming through his veins. What in the hell was Connor up to?
Thankfully, it’s only a few seconds before Connor puts him out of his misery and picks up the call. “Hello there, mon coeur. You sure were quick to call.”
Hudson raises an eyebrow at the mischievous grin on Connor’s face. Connor is laying in bed, head propped up on one elbow while he holds the phone with his other hand. His brown-blonde curls are tousled and messy and Hudson can’t help but lick his lips a little at the sight.
“I mean, can you blame me?” Hudson mumbles, watching Connor’s muscles shift as he reaches for something beside him. Connor is shirtless on his bed and what Hudson wouldn’t give to crawl through the phone to be there right now. He’s been dying to see Connor, to touch Connor ever since they parted ways last week to honor some other commitments they had after the show premiered. The phone calls and Facetime sessions help, but nothing is quite like the real thing. If it’s this or nothing though…Hudson will take this every time.
“So what exactly is this…thing that you got that you’re so excited about?” Hudson asks quietly, his breath catching ever so slightly at the way Connor’s eyes twinkle.
“Hmm…I’m thinking it’s better if I show you rather than tell you.” Connor rolls so he’s flat on his stomach, the bare expanse of his back now in view over his shoulder. Hudson can also see the globes of Connor’s ass, just in focus. Hudson is not responsible for the noise he makes when he realizes what he’s seeing. He’s definitely not responsible for the way his cock twitches in his sweats.
“Oh, so it’s that kind of thing, huh?” Hudson is amazed that he can articulate words at this point given that Connor’s very round, very bare ass is on display on his screen.
“You’ll see…patience, mon amour,” Connor whispers, the unmistakable sound of a lube bottle clicking somewhere off camera.
“You damn well know that I don’t have any of that when it comes to y –” Hudson trails off, biting his lip as Connor shifts again, lifting his ass in the air ever so slightly. Connor starts to work one finger into his hole, letting out a quiet moan. Connor’s fingers are long and lithe and even though he’s presumably only just getting started with whatever it is he’s doing…Hudson is pretty sure he could come just like this, watching Connor finger himself.
“Jesus Christ, Connor…what are you doing to me?” Hudson lets out a growl, palming his already hardening cock through his sweats.
“Giving you a treat…” Connor moans again as he works a second finger into his hole, head dipping out of view. “But if you don’t stop talking…I’m liable to drop this phone and just make you listen to me do this…and I really, really think you’re going to want to watch.”
“F-Fine,” Hudson pants out, working his sweatpants down his hips and kicking them away. “You’re fucking evil, but fine.”
Connor responds by sliding in a third finger, that same mischievous grin that was on his face when he answered the Facetime call sneaks back across his lips.
Hudson bites his lip to keep from saying something else, lest Connor is actually serious about dropping the phone, but it takes every inch of his already thin self control not to.
Connor continues to work himself over, and Hudson is lazily stroking his own cock when Connor’s fingers slide out of himself. There’s a rustling of sheets and Connor’s phone is set on the nightstand horizontally, the view shifting so that Hudson can see Connor on his side, his back to the camera. There’s another click of the lube bottle and Hudson can’t help but wonder - what the fuck is he doing?
Patience, mon amour. Connor’s words echo in Hudson’s head. But Hudson is only so strong - whatever Connor is doing has to be considered torture, right? If not torture, then it’s cruel and unusual punishment for sure. Connor keeps his back to Hudson for another moment, his hands out of sight before he peeks slightly over his shoulder and winks at the phone.
It’s then that Hudson sees the thing Connor must have been talking about come into view. It’s a dildo - specifically a glittery purple dildo. They had been joking about sex toys last week while they were together, and it had just happened to come up how hot Hudson thought it might be to watch Connor fuck himself with a dildo. Hudson had written it off as a passing fancy - he didn’t exactly think Connor would go through with it.
Not until now.
“What, mon amour, cat got your tongue?” Connor quips, tossing his head back as he lets the dildo brush lightly along his hole, the shiver that runs through his body palpable even through the screen.
Hudson fights to remember to breathe, “You could say th - holy shit, Connor…”
Spellbound, Hudson watches as Connor slides the first few inches of the dildo inside his ass, letting out a shameless moan. “Fuuuck…” He breathes out, stopping to catch his breath and adjust around the toy.
It’s even better than Hudson could have imagined. Shit, the only thing he thinks would be better at this point was if he was the one there holding that dildo, or better yet, if he were the one fucking Connor. If this is his alternative to having nothing at all though, Hudson will gladly take it.
“Jesus fucking Christ…Connor…” Hudson keens, his hand moving over his cock, stroking himself just enough to not put himself over the edge. He’s keyed up and horny - a week is far too long to go without being able to touch the beautiful man on his screen. If he’s not careful, however, Hudson knows he'll come before Connor gets any further with that dildo.
Connor twists the dildo with his wrist and shudders with pleasure, a gasp falling from his lips. Hudson isn’t sure what to focus on - the way Connor’s back muscles ripple, or the way his ass clenches ever so slightly, or perhaps the way the dildo slides in slowly, slowly, slowly, inch by inch until it’s buried to the hilt.
Another soft gasp fills Hudson’s ears as Connor twists the dildo. “God, I wish you were here,” Connor murmurs, biting his lip.
“M-Me too -” Hudson’s voice is breathy and barely above a whisper.
“Would much prefer this to be…oh god…you…” Connor pants out, his voice trailing off as the dildo hits a sensitive spot when he pulls it out ever so slightly and pushes it back in, repeating the motion several times to Hudson’s great delight.
“M-Me too -” Hudson repeats, eyes glued to the screen as he continues to tug on his cock. He’s already torn between wanting to come and wanting to make this last as long as possible, and lets out the tiniest of whimpers as his self-control wanes by the second.
Connor’s eyes latch onto Hudson’s at the noise. “Are you…?” Connor asks softly, the unspoken implication hanging between them. Are you touching yourself?
“Uh huh…”
“Fuck…let me watch you.”
Hudson nods, setting his phone down on his coffee table so it’s giving Connor the same landscape view. He lifts his hips ever so slightly so Connor can see what he’s doing - hand moving in indulgent, languid strokes over his rigid cock.
“Oh…babe…” Connor breathes, his hazel eyes turning darker, and fuck if it isn’t one of the hottest things Hudson has ever seen. “God, Hudson, you look so good like that…touching yourself for me.”
Hudson can barely think, let alone talk - Connor has consumed him so fully, even across thousands of miles and two phone screens - he can only manage continuing to stroke himself as he lets himself just take in the sight in front of him.
Connor continues to fuck himself on the dildo and the sight is obscene - the purple toy fills him up and stretches Connor fully as he rolls his hips forward and back, forward and back as if in a trance. Every few seconds, he’ll let out a moan or a gasp and Hudson thinks he might actually lose his mind for how lucky he is that he gets to be the one to experience Connor in all his stripped down glory.
He loves watching Connor show himself off like this - uninhibited and without any of the walls he puts up for his public persona. Connor is laid bare in front of him, both literally and figuratively and it’s not long before a familiar heat sparks in Hudson’s belly and the words fall out of his mouth before he can stop himself. “Fuck, Connor…‘m close…so close…”
Connor smiles, rolling his hips back dramatically. “Gonna come for me, love?”
The words send a thrill down Hudson’s spine and his toes curl so hard, he thinks they might break as the sensations in his body reach their peak before he tips off the edge.
“Yes…I…I… fuuuuuck,” Hudson lets out a long, drawn out moan as he comes, back arching up and his release coating his stomach in hot spurts. Fuck.
Connor isn’t far behind, Hudson’s orgasm seeming to set off a trigger in him. Hudson barely manages to get his eyes open in time to see Connor’s own orgasm rock through him, his head lolling even further back as his body lengthens out and shudders. Hudson is in awe - Connor is so fucking beautiful, his body caught in the suspension of climax. After a moment, Connor’s body stills and relaxes, his head dropping away from Hudson and out of sight as he steadies himself on his side.
They both lie there, the only sound between them is the quiet noises of them trying to catch their respective breaths. Hudson watches Connor’s shoulders rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall as he breathes, and unintentionally, his own breathing starts to match Connor’s, caught up in post-orgasm bliss.
It’s Connor that manages to speak first, raising his head and turning back towards his phone camera, a familiar sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Jesus, if that’s what happens, I should have gotten a glittery purple dildo much sooner…” Connor snickers, moaning quietly as he slides the dildo out with a slick pop and setting it off to the side before moving to rest on his back.
Hudson laughs with a nod, picking up his own phone from the coffee table. “No fucking arguments here. But I do have one question.”
“What’s that, babe?”
“Well…will you have that glittery purple dildo when you come up here to visit next weekend?” Hudson asks, unable to stop the grin on his face as Connor picks the phone back up, his face coming into full view. “Because -”
“Why? Are you jealous? Need to prove something to the glittery purple dildo?” Connor cuts him off, waggling his eyebrows.
“Fuck off,” Hudson laughs, shaking his head and flicking at the screen playfully. “No, I was going to say that I actually was thinking we could put it to good use in person…together. Because what I just witnessed was so fucking hot.”
“Hmm…you might be on to something there,” Connor says thoughtfully, pretending to think on Hudson’s proposal. “Okay, consider it done. But I blame you if the TSA raids my suitcase and steals it for themselves.”
Hudson snorts, rolling his eyes. “Deal. And if they do - I’ll just have to buy another one for us to use. I’ll even have it shipped express.”
Connor’s cheeks pinken, his eyes twinkling. “Alright, now that is a deal. Consider it packed - once I clean it up, of course.”
“Gross.”
“Gross would be not cleaning it, actually. And you like it.” Connor winks.
“I love it, actually” Hudson grins. “And I love you.”
“Mmm, I love you too. Now…go get yourself cleaned up - if past experience serves me well, I’m sure you’re an absolute mess.”
“You fucking menace.” Hudson shakes his head, laughing. “Fine, fine. You caught me. Talk later, yeah?”
“Of course.” Connor blows a kiss and waves at the camera. “Bye for now, babe.”
“Bye for now,” Hudson mimics their standard goodbye before ending the call.
He lays on the couch for a few more minutes with his eyes closed and a smile on his face as he commits this latest tryst to memory, thanking whatever higher power is out there for not only Connor, but glittery purple dildos.