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It's Oscars weekend! Nothing is more exciting than the most anticipated prestigious award ceremony in Hollywood. However, one particular man is more excited to go to a corporate apartment in West Hollywood to see someone he just saw two weeks ago.
As soon as the plane landed, Hudson beelined to a black sedan in the parking lot instead of following his team to a white van. He waved at them before tossing his duffel bag in the car, and then getting in the driver seat. He drove at slightly above the speed limit, but still responsibly slows down on every stoplight and pedestrian.
As soon as he parked the car, he speed walked to the door of the building, pressing the doorbell of unit number 3. In a second, a click sound came from the door knob, indicating that it’s unlocked. He quietly gave thanks that he only had to climb two plights of stairs before reaching the hallway that leads to the door.
Before he could even knock, the door opened. Connor appears, leaning his shoulder on the door frame as he pushes the door wider. “Hey, Hudson,” he greets, softly smiling.
”Hola, papi,” Hudson cheekily greets back. He steps in, closes the door, drops his bag, and pulls Connor in a warm embrace. By reflex, he buries his nose on Connor’s neck, inhaling a powdery vanilla with a bit of spice kind-of scent. It’s familiar. It’s warm is what it simply is. “I fucking miss you,” he says, his lips pressed on the skin.
Connor chuckles, feeling a bit ticklish because of Hudson’s breath on his neck. “We literally saw each other two weeks ago.”
“Yeah.” Hudson leans back, both of his hands massaging Connor’s shoulders. “It’s two weeks long.”
“We also facetimed before you boarded.”
“That’s six hours ago.”
“Exactly. A couple hours—“
“Okay, shut up,” he cuts him off. “I want to suck your cock right after I close the door. So, can we stop talking about time and do that?”
Connor smiles, his chest fluttering at the cuteness aggression he feels at the sight of Hudson’s boba eyes while asking something less cute, more horny. “Ask nicely,” he says, then his cock swells at the way Hudson’s pupils dilate.
Hudson suddenly chuckles as if Connor just said something so funny but he has to hold his laugh. ”Are you seriously projecting Ilya Rozanov, Connor Storie?”
Connor scoffs. “As if you are not projecting Shane Hollander with your eyes, Hudson Williams.”
Hudson makes an incredulous physical reaction by tilting his head and pointing a finger to himself. “I’m projecting Shane? There is no trait of mine that is similar to that guy. Would Shane ever have the balls to do this?”
Without a second of hesitation, he cups Connor’s face with both hands then plants a deep kiss on his lips. Both of them immediately melt in it, resulting in a sloppy make-out, taking turns on sucking each other’s tongue and nibbling whichever lip their teeth catches. Hudson breaks it only to grab Connor by the hand and lead him to the living room, pushing Connor to the couch.
As soon as Hudson straddles his lap, Connor has his hands on Hudson’s waist, slowly wandering down on lower back, then slipping his hands under the garter. ”You’re not wearing anything?” He asks, his hand cupping Hudson’s bare ass.
Hudson leans back, chuckling at the small frown on Connor’s lips. “Why do you sound disappointed? I thought it would be a nice surprise. You know, less barriers, faster access.” He laughs, proud of his little sex joke.
”Yeah, but I thought you’ll be wearing my gift to you.”
”Oh. Um, about that,” he trails before leaning on Connor’s ear to whisper, “I have a better idea for it.”
Connor swallows. “And what’s that?”
A giddy smile forms on Hudson’s lips, which Connor can feel. “You’ll see it tomorrow at the CAA party.”
Connor takes a calm breath because he is reminded that Hudson is in his apartment for only a couple hours and not for a long weekend. If he can be honest, he is slightly getting tired with the borrowed time set-up they have. He enjoys the thrill but the adrenaline has been burning out lately.
He leans back so that they’re face to face. There’s a charm on Hudson’s giddy, smitten-like, smile; a smile he claims to be reserved only to him, as well as only in places with no one else but them. It’s private and a secret.
“So how many hours do we have before you go?” How many hours can I have you?
Hudson, sensing the silent question, lifts his hand to caress Connor’s cheekbones with his thumbs. “Ten hours sounds good?”
Connor shuts down the commotion in his mind and opens his mouth to reply, “Good enough.” He doesn’t let Hudson say another word because neither of them will ever talk anyway. So he presses his tongue on Hudson’s lips, asking for permission, which Hudson gives right away.
They made a mess on the couch while pulling every piece of clothing. Hudson pins Connor down, leaving a trail of wet kisses from Connor’s lips, neck, chest, abs, and stomach. When he reaches Connor’s pelvis, he licks first then goes on kissing and nipping the area, making Connor moan and lift his hips up.
Hudson plants his hand on Connor’s hip, pressing it down and making Connor whine. He enjoys that so he goes on, moving his mouth to the inner thigh. Connor lets out a squeak when he feels Hudson biting his flesh. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to wear shorts for some time, Connor puts a hand on Hudson’s head, attempting to push him off, but, to his weakened self-control around Hudson, he ends up gripping the hair whilst he closes his thighs, squeezing Hudson in between. He let out a quiet shout because of the vibrations from Hudson’s groans.
“Fuck,” Hudson rasps after leaving a red mark on Connors thigh. He lifts his gaze and his cock throbs at the sight of Connor, open mouth, flushed red on the neck, heaving chest, and the curls on his hair starting to become a sweaty mess.
“Connor,” he calls. He waits for him to look down at him. “This okay?”
“What is?”
Hudson answers by actions—he popsicle licks the slit before swallowing the head. The grip on his hair tightens, making him groan around the hard cock in his mouth. Connor moans at the same time he involuntarily closes his thighs, squeezing Hudson in between again. He tries to pull some control on his body to not accidentally suffocate the man that is still sucking his cock.
”I’m sorry,” he says in between deep breaths. “You just—You’re driving me crazy, Huddy.”
Huddy. He called me Huddy.
In the topic of self control, Hudson is not better than Connor because just hearing the nickname made him excited, physically and emotionally. He pulls his mouth off with a pop, crawls up to Connor, and then holds Connor’s face.
”Say that again,” he says, not commanding nor pleading, simply asking.
Dazed, Connor replies, “Say what again?”
”You know.”
With the slow forming grin on his lips, of course Connor knows, but he likes teasing Hudson because Hudson blushes prettily. That’s something he will never say out loud, but he does express it with the way he reaches up to trace Hudson's pink and swollen lips.
“You’re driving me crazy, Huddy~” he says, while the smile on his lips gets bigger and brighter. “Happy?”
Hudson nods, biting his lips to hold back the giddy feeling in every muscle in his body. “Yeah,” he answers in a low voice before he lowers himself until their noses touch and then their lips. It is a sweet kiss that escalates quickly into something heated as their tongues rivaled for control.
It was a long game of tongues before Hudson crawled down again to continue what he was doing a while ago. “You can squeeze me as much as you want,” he says as he hooks both of Connor’s thighs on his shoulder.
Connor cannot even form a response in his mind because he melts into a pool of pleasure as Hudson takes more of him. Hudson bobs his head, running his tongue from the root to the tip, even putting pressure on the slit before hallowing his cheeks on the head. And then he replaces his mouth with his hand as he sits back to slide his cock along Connor's. Both of them moan at the skin contact.
Hudson pulls his hand off to spit on it, adding lubrication. Catching him by surprise, Connor sits up and wraps his hand around his, adding more pressure around their cocks, squeezing pre-cum from both of their cocks.
“Oh my god,” Connor gasps, his hand speeding up. He rests his forehead on Hudson's shoulder, feeling the fast pulse and hearing every hitch of breath. “Are you close too, Huddy?” He received a groan as an answer, which made him smirk.
Connor moves his face to press soft kisses on Hudson's face; the cheek, the nose, under the eye, and then the jaw and the ear. Hudson has his mouth slack, letting out quiet noises, because of the overstimulation those soft kisses are doing to him, as well as his orgasm about to burst any second.
“I am close,” Hudson rasps as his other hand finds it way on the back of Connor's head, gripping on the curls as if to steady himself because his hips are stuttering and frantically thrusting, fucking his cock into Connor’s hand. “Ohhh–Oh fuck! Connie, fuck–argh!”
“Yes. Come on, Huddy. Ahh!”
They held each other through their orgasms, milking cocks as their orgasms came out of their bodies. Connor plants a sweet kiss on Hudson's shoulder, and then licks a long stripe before latching his mouth on the skin, mirroring what Hudson did to his inner thigh. He has Hudson twitching on his lap and gripping on his hair. The grip is so tight that he fears for his scalp. He retaliates by biting harder, which elicits a loud moan from the other. Hudson tugs his hair hard enough to peel him off of him.
“Fucking hell,” he says in an annoyed tone, but his annoyance fades right away when he sees the lust-filled hooded gaze and slack mouth of Connor’s. Fuck me. He pulls Connor, making their teeth and mouths clash. “I hate you, I hate that it’s so hot I can’t even be mad,” he says before pushing his tongue inside Connor’s mouth.
Connor hums as he sucks Hudson’s tongue. “To be fair, I wouldn’t be able to wear shorts because of you,” he says, leaning back to give Hudson an incredulous look. “I’m pretty sure you’ve felt how it is here in LA.”
”How’s that fair?” He touches the wet and warm area where Connor, obviously, left a mark. “Seriously, right at the crook of my neck? Dude, I’m wearing lace later.”
In a blink of an eye, Connor’s eye glimmered. “Lace?”
Hudson sighs, already folding. He gathers Connor’s legs, puts those on his lap as he sits down, and then he reaches for the tissue box on the coffee table, wiping off the cum on his stomach. “Here,” he says, handing the tissues to Connor.
While Connor wipes himself, Hudson continues. ”I mentioned earlier that I have a better idea with the lace, and that you will see it tonight.”
“Yes.”
Hudson suddenly feels shy because of the giddy expression on Connor's face. He scratches the back of neck as he diverts his eyes from Connor, and then he turns to him again, playfully slapping Connor's thigh. “Just wait and see tonight, okay?”
”Hm-kay. I finally have something to look forward to tonight besides the impending social anxiety of interacting with a dozen famous and Hollywood-important people.” Connor gives him a small smile, then grabs the soiled tissues Hudson used to throw at the trashbin behind the couch. “Um, should we put our clothes on, or is it alright to be naked? It’s really fucking hot.”
Hudson bursts out laughing, which brings warmth in Connor’s chest because he felt Hudson feeling a bit nervous a second ago.
”It really fucking is,” Hudson agrees whilst yawning and stretching his arms behind his head.
Connor can’t help but look, so he has to look at something else and think of something to pass the time. “Would you like to try the dry yogurt I made this morning? I don’t have anything to make a salad at the moment, and I know you don't eat any carbs before an event so I can’t offer to make you a sandwich.”
Hudson smiles softly, endeared with the level of familiarity Connor has on him. It has only been seven months since they’ve known each other, and became each other’s best friends and soulmates for life. For the short amount of time, it sure felt like they had twenty years together.
Something in him snaps; it is reality that reminds him of the unclear ground they have been walking on for quite some time. They’re friends, yes. They’re best friends, absolutely. They’ve kissed without the camera nor script involved, even explored each other's bodies, but they’re not mutually exclusive or too casual to be some kind of a couple. These conversations cannot be done at the moment since they only have nine-ish hours left.
”Is it matcha flavored?”
”Nope. Just plain Greek yogurt, but I have some bananas, pumpkin seeds, chia, and kiwi if you want toppings.” Connor picks up his black boxers to put on, and then he stands up as he grabs his white tank top on the floor.
”Alright.” Hudson stands up and puts on his sweatpants. Just his sweatpants. “One yogurt bowl, please.”
Connor snorts after hearing Hudson’s ‘order’. “Would you like to add a topping on it, sir?”
Hudson bites his lips as a cheeky reply quickly comes up in his mind. He walks up to Connor, slyly taking a glimpse on the hickey he left on the left inner thigh. A smug smirk forms on his lips as he puts his hands under Connor’s shirt, touching and feeling the pelvic bone. “Can I have you as the topping?”
Connor snickers, putting his hands on Hudson’s biceps, massaging the juicy muscles that Hudson has been building on for the past two months. “I would love to hear how exactly you’ll put me on top of a tiny bowl.”
“Maybe I can just eat the yogurt off of your body,” he says, sounding genuine.
“Really?”
“Nah, just kidding. Just plain for me.”
“Alright.”
Neither of them move, just staring and touching each other. Connor traces the hickey he made, feeling Hudson tremble a little under his touch. “I’m sorry for this. I got carried away.”
“It’s okay. My make-up artist will cover that just fine. I left one on you too, so we are fair and square.”
Connor hums. “Uhm, I’ll make the yogurt bowls, you pick a movie or series, yeah?”
Hudson nods. “Yeah.”
Connor squeezes Hudson’s biceps before turning on his heels towards the small kitchen with the perfect placement of windows for the sun rays to make the best Instagrammable photos anytime of the day. Hudson arranges some throw pillows that got pushed on the floor, and then hangs his leather jacket and black shirt, as well as Connor’s red shorts on the arm of the couch.
While looking at the selections of streaming services on Connor’s television, he asks, “Is there a specific network you want to watch on?”
In the kitchen, Connor just finished putting pumpkin seeds in his bowl. “How ‘bout HBO. Have you seen A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms?”
“Not yet,” Hudson replies whilst selecting the HBO Max icon, and seeing the poster of the aforementioned TV series on the ‘Continue to Watch’ row. “You’ve started it.”
Connor walks back in the living room, placing two yogurt bowls and a small plate of sliced kiwis and bananas on the coffee table. “Yeah, but I’m still on episode one,” he replies as he settles next to Hudson. “Would you like to watch it?”
”Sure. That man looks so tall next to the tiny kid.”
Connor snickers. “Because he is, Huddy. That man literally towers over every adult in the show.”
”Whoa. So, you just started this?”
”Yeah. I was watching while waiting for you.”
”You’re really a fan of this series, aren’t you?”
”The High Valyrian and Dothraki are what got me in, actually.”
Hudson smiles, beaming almost. “Of course. Connor Storrie, the Great Hobby Linguist.”
Connor chuckles, his hand covering his mouth to hide the bashful smile. “Shut up, and eat your plain yogurt bowl,” he says with endearment.
Hudson does, playfully bumping his shoulders to Connor’s as he grabs his bowl. Connor reciprocates it as he reaches for a slice of kiwi.
“Can you say the line Emilia Clarke says in Game of Thrones?”
“‘Emilia Clarke’?”
“Yeah. That’s the actress that played the dragon queen, right?”
“Uh-huh. What’s the dragon queen’s name?”
Hudson opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again; he has his thinking face. “I’m not sure but it starts with a ‘D’, right?”
Connor nods. “Yes. Once you figure out her name, I’ll say the line.” As he returns to his yogurt bowl, Hudson grabs his phone, Google searching at the speed of light.
He makes an animated sound, like a happy squeak of a chipmunk. “Day-nerys,” he proudly says as he turns to Connor.
Endeared is an understatement on what Connor feels at Hudson’s pronunciation, which, as he had mentioned before, a trait he finds charming on a person. “Day-nerys? It’s Daenerys, Huddy. The ‘a’ is silent.”
”Oh.” Hudson blinks, sinking in the information. “Dang. This is why I hate silent letters in words,” he complains. “I mean, if it’s silent, why put that there? What is its use for?”
Connor just sits and watches at how expressive Hudson’s face gets—from the confused brow furrow, the pouty frown, to the hand gestures with the yogurt bowl. Endeared is truly an understatement.
“Dracarys,” Connor says in a low voice.
Hudson pauses on talking about the frustrating confusion silent letters do on words and looks at Connor with wide eyes.”Did you just— Okay, say it again.”
”Dracarys,” Connor says again, adding an accent and deepening his voice. Those combinations send shivers on Hudson’s skin. Of course, Connor notices how his lips tremble subtly. “Me speaking in different languages and doing accents really does affect you, huh?”
Hudson shrugs. “Not so much,” he says as he turns away, but a finger hooks on his chin.
“N’ayez pas peur admettez-le.”
[Don’t be shy, just admit it.]
A shaky breath slips out of Hudson’s lip, much to his attempt to hide how affected he is. Hearing Connor speak in Russian is one thing, hearing Connor speak in French is an entirely different thing because it has a bigger effect on him. Perhaps because he can understand what Connor is saying, and to understand someone through a language that is not universally understood is like having a secret language that is reserved for you and your person only.
His heart skips a beat and his breath hitches. Halfhastely, he pulls his chin from Connor’s hook, turning his attention back on the show. “What does ‘dracarys’ translate to?”
Connor shrugs off the sudden tension, and answers nonchalantly, “Burn them or it, I think? I’m not entirely sure because she uses it as a command to her dragons when she’s telling them to burn something or someone with their fire breath.”
Hudson spurters a laugh, totally taken off guard on the information. ”That is not what I was expecting.”
Connor is chuckling too. “Right? I first thought it was, ‘drag that here’ or ‘fly away’.”
”Fly away?” Hudson asks, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
As the tension seems to have faded, Connor scoots closer to Hudson, to which Hudson lowers his shoulder for him to rest his head on. They snuggle on the couch, eating dry yogurt in tiny ceramic bowls with tiny ducks, and watching the show about a very tall hedge knight and a tiny kid (that happens to be a prince) argue with a blonde prick (as per Hudson’s description of Aerion Targaryen).
When their yogurt bowls are both empty and the television plays the fourth episode, Hudson has fallen asleep around the end of the fourth episode. Connor manoeuvres him, making him lay in a comfortable position and tucking the otter posture pal in his arms. Hudson has questioned how it could help someone correct their posture, to which Connor replies, “I don’t know. I just thought it’s cute.”
Connor has the volume to one, but he has long forgotten the show as his attention is on Hudson. The show has become a quiet background noise because he has been watching Hudson’s squished face on the throw pillow, and listening to his steady breathing. He knows that Hudson only had less than five hours of sleep these couple of weeks because his schedule keeps on being filled every day with photoshoots, interviews, brand shows, red carpets, and filming.
He does not know when he has fallen asleep but the sound of Hudson’s phone ringing wakes him up. He rubs his eyes as he grabs the phone from the coffee table, then gently taps Hudson on the shoulder in an attempt to wake him. Unfortunately, Hudson groans and turns his body, burying his face on the throw pillow, leaving Connor to answer the phone.
It’s Hudson’s agent.
”Hello.”
”Hudson?”
”It’s Connor. Hudson is still asleep. I tried to wake him but…yeah.”
”Oh,” she says, then chuckles. “Well, I would love for you not to wake him so that he can catch some sleep, but I have to ask you to wake him up soon. His stylist would like to do some final fitting with his outfit later.”
”Okay. Gotcha. Um, what time do you need him to be there?”
”Around six.”
”Noted.”
”Thank you, Connor. See you later!”
”Welcome. See you later too. Bye-bye.”
The call ends. He checks the time on the phone screen, 4:35 PM. By estimation of the traffic and distance, Hudson might have to leave right now. Early is better than late and rush everything and everyone.
With more gentle shaking on the shoulder, he manages to stir Hudson awake.
“Wah—What time is it?”
”Four-thirty. Your agent called. She said that your stylist wants to do a final fitting with you around six. You have to go now because the traffic here starts to pile up at five.”
Hudson hears every word that is why he groans. “I was just getting comfortable with this guy,” he says, pointing at the otter.
Connor smiles. “Would you like to freshen up before you go?”
”Hmm yeah. Can I use your bathroom?”
”Yes. You remember where it is, right?”
”Yes. Oh, do you have a spare toothbrush?”
”Your bamboo toothbrush is still there.”
”Oh.” A beat of silence passes them.
Connor looks away and stands up. “There’s extra towels in the cabinet too. I’ll clean these up. I just remember I have to meet up with my agent before I head to the party.”
Hudson, still slightly waking up from the short nap, sits up. “Cool,” he replies. He takes a glimpse at Connor walking to the kitchen, noticing the slight tension on his shoulders. Now is bad timing. Shaking his head, he puts the otter down, grabs the remote to turn the TV off, and then stands up to head to the hallway where the doors to the bathroom, a guest room, and Connor’s room are.
Inside the bathroom, he spots his bamboo toothbrush right away. There are travel packages of some of his face care stuff at one of the slots of the wall shelf beside the mirror. He tries not to think too much about the fact that he has his own spot in Connor’s bathroom. It would've been such a beautiful thing because they’re best friends that crashed in each other’s apartments when they’re in the same city, but they have been doing things that friends typically don't do, and yet unclear to be in the category of romance.
Fuck. I have a surprise for him tonight because I've been looking forward to reciprocating his surprise in Paris.
Reciprocate. What an interesting word.
No. We don’t have the time at the moment. I have to go and he has to go.
After they both freshened up and changed into casual work clothes, Connor tells Hudson that he can head out first.
”I still have to water my ponytail.”
Hudson snickers. “I almost forgot you’re a single-plant-dad. How is Po-Pa?”
”Still growing and surviving the LA summer heat.”
”Great.” Hudson does not know why he feels an innate anticipation for Connor to invite him to see the plant. “I’ll, uh, go now.”
Connor nods and gives him a smile. “Drive safe. And put the AC in the highest setting so you won’t melt inside the car, okay?”
That elicits a light hearted laugh from Hudson, which Connor considers as a successful way to divert his mind from contemplating on whether to ask Hudson if he would like to see the plant or not, which he is very aware is also his attempt to have Hudson stay for another minute. Another minute he cannot afford BECAUSE they have places to be and an important party to go to.
As the good person and friend that he is, Connor walks Hudson to the door. They stand there, debating who should speak first for a couple seconds.
“So,” Connor says, speaking first. “I’ll see you tonight at the party.”
”Yeah. Pretty sure we have that established.” Hudson gives him a cheeky grin.
”Yes, yes. I believe we also established that I’ll be seeing your lace surprise tonight as well.”
Hudson’s cheeks become a light shade of pink. “Hm-hmm.”
Connor leans his side on the wall, pressing himself there to stop his body from pressing forward on Hudson. We don’t have the time. We don't have time. “Más tarde, Huddy.”
[Later, Huddy.]
”Nos vemos, cariño.”
[See you, baby.]
Hudson turns the doorknob then steps out of the door. Connor stays leaning on the wall, listening to the fading echoes of footsteps. At the hallway, Hudson steadies his pace, not too fast nor slow. He keeps his head forward because he has the gut feeling that if he even glances back, he will not be walking out of this apartment building without a hug.
At Hudson’s hotel, an hour drive from the venue of the CAA Pre-Oscars party
“Jesus, Hudson,” his make-artist reacts, staring wide-eyed at the mark on the crook of his neck.
”Yeah,” he replies apologetically, knowing what made her say it. “I’m sorry. We got a little carried away.”
She arches an eyebrow at him, then snickers at his apologetic smile. “No sweat. I gotchu. But, please, maybe avoid places that are prone to be seen by the public, hm?”
”Keeping that in mind,” he says whilst tapping his finger at his temple.
His stylist shakes her head as she starts putting make-up on Hudson’s shoulder. “You two might be the wildest long-distance lovebirds I have met.”
The word ‘lovebirds’ makes his heart skip. Since he is unsure how to comment on that, he just hums and says, “Well, we’re best friends that only get to see each other for a couple of days each month after spending almost everyday on set for two months. And we’re both riding on separate waves in the industry. There’s a lot of adjustments, you know? And it’s nice to have someone that can relate and that you can have when you need someone to hold onto to ground or steady yourself.”
”Hm-hmm.” She does not reply nor point out the non-denial of being lovebirds and the emphasis on best friends, because she respects professional boundaries with her clients’ personal stuff, no matter how close and comfortable they are with her. “Well, that mark sure does show how he missed you.”
A soft smile forms on his lips. “Kinda.”
“I hope you got to do it too. You know, be fair and square.”
“As a matter of fact, I did,” he says with a smug grin and up and down of eyebrows.
She grins proudly at him. “Attaboy.”
After the hair and make-up, the fitting comes next. When Hudson sees the black lace top, he gets all giddy thinking what Connor’s reaction will be when he sees him on it with the black lace trunks. His mind is already making images of Connor’s big, strong hands wandering around his body, caressing his skin through the lace. Goddamn. He can’t black out the image of Connor’s mouth sucking his nipples through the small crevices, then his hot mouth trailing down to the hard tent of his cock under the lace trunks, wetting the poor material.
He snaps himself back to reality by biting the inside of his cheek because he can feel warm blood traveling down south. It is the most embarrassing nightmare of anyone to get a hard-on during a final fitting because they can’t stop themselves from fantasizing being sucked-off through lace clothing they are wearing.
”Should we do the vest or no vest?” His stylist asks, addressing it to everyone in the room, which are Hudson, his make-up artist, Canadian agent, CAA agent, and two film agents. In actuality, they are more than just a team, they are an extension of Hudson’s film family in Canada.
They are all looking at Hudson’s front reflection on the tri-fold mirror.
”I am team ‘Do the vest’,” Hudson says, raising his hand. He turns his neck to look at the long couch, where everyone is sitting.
After a few exchanges, everyone agrees to be on board with him.
”Come on, guys. You don’t have to coodle me,” he teases.
”The vest is tricky but you’ll pull it off with your charisma,” his stylist says, patting the beck of the vest he is wearing. She takes one long, observant look at him in the mirror and smiles with confidence. “I’m kinda liking it with the lace.”
”Matches his pants,” one of his film agents, the raven-haired lady, says with a delighted smile. “Honestly, I love it. Might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it is something they’ll warm up around, I bet.”
Hudson cannot hold back pursing his lips as everyone goes on complimenting him and his outfit. He really does not know how to be nonchalant when receiving compliments. It always gives him an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. Sometimes (or most of the time, actually) he will throw the compliment back to the person. Automatically, his brain plays the thing that Connor said to him on the Compliment Battle video they did.
Just take it, Connor said after throwing compliments that took him off guard so he ‘take’ all of it without having the chance to throw it back to Connor.
It is 7:05PM, which is tight but still early enough for them to leave the corporate condominium and drive to the venue. Once everyone and everything was set, they all went to the car. Hudson is in the middle seats, sitting next to the window. When their car began to drive, he unlocks his phone to type a text.
Huddy
We’re OTW
How ‘bout u?
Connie Baby Butt
Also OTW
Just finished a meeting with someone
Huddy
Ohhhh new project announcement soon 👀?
Connie Baby Butt
Can’t spill the beans yet. I might get in trouble since you can’t control your mouth with secrets.
Hudson chuckles, then texts back. Well text or facetime me right away when you get the green light so that I can run my mouth about it :D
Connie Baby Butt
I will, baby ;)
Hudson locks his phones and sits back, calming the excitement and nerves. A smile forms on his lip as his mind already drifts in daydreaming of how the night will roll.
In the CAA party
The energy of the party is great!
The amount of famous and respected actors, actresses, directors, producers, and filmmakers are more blinding to Hudson than the lights on the ceiling and on the walls. He can’t help but feel so giddy that he is literally in the same room with those people. Back in Toronto, he has been in events akin to this but the people there are people from his school or other acting schools in Canada. He still can’t believe that he has come to this at such an early time in making his name in Hollywood (and the whole world).
There is one person that he keeps on searching through the crowd though. He pouts because he doesn’t have his phone with him (it is in his little black pouch, set in silent). A mild commotion erupts from the side of the room where the guests walk in. Not to look too excited, he turns at a controlled speed, and sees the person he has been looking forward to seeing.
Connor walks in with his CAA agent. He is not wearing anything designer since he didn’t have the time to change into any of those because he got caught in a long meeting for a special project that he didn’t mind ending up rushing to come to this party.
“Would you like something to drink?” His agent asks.
”Maybe a bottle of water,” he answers.
”Alright. I’ll grab us some drinks. Go mingle, I’ll look for your messy curls through the crowd.”
”Okay. Thank you so much!”
He just pulled out his phone from his small pouch when a familiar presence approaches him. When he lifts his gaze, a big smile forms on his lips.
”Huddy!”
”Con con!”
Just like that, they pulled each other in a warm embrace. It is so warm that the aura around them is beaming like the sun, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. Since this is a corporate party, taking photos inside are strictly prohibited, hence the lack of flashing lights, but the abundance of coos and fond reactions.
When they pull apart from their embrace, their hands fail to take the message because those stay on their waists. Hudson is literally beaming at Connor, while Connor looks at him with a mixture of fondness and controlled desire. Of course Connor has noticed the lace sleeves.
”Nice top you got there,” Connor says, looking at Hudson’s top.
Grinning, Hudson replies, “Thanks. Isn’t a bit, I don’t, a confusing pair?”
Connor’s eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean? Wait, your top is composed of two pieces of clothing?”
”Yeah. It’s a vest and a black long sleeves.”
“Whoa. Wow. I mean, I’m no fashion expert, but I can see that it’s not conventional but it’s an incredible fashion experiment. Plus, you look incredible, Huddy. You always do.”
Hudson has to swallow the emotions that are bubbling in his chest. Whenever Connor does this to him, the unprecedented river of genuine compliments, he loses his reflex to throw compliments back because Connor has a way with his words and his stare that gets Hudson all speechless and bashful.
”You just can’t help it, can’t you?”
”Can’t help what?”
”Drown me with compliments.”
Connor chuckles, putting his hand on his mouth like a Polly Pocket figure. “Well, you also can’t help but look incredible in anything you wear.” He smiles with fondness at first, but when he looks at the lace sleeves again, he smirks. “No puedes evitar verte guapa también.”
[You can’t help but look pretty too.]
Hudson can feel his cheeks warm up at how smooth Connor switches in another language. Mentally, he puts a note to send a huge Thank You gift to his make-up artist because the light blush on his cheeks is doing a great concealing of how much he is actually blushing.
“Qué quieres que haga? Nací guapa y siempre lo seré.”
[What do you want me to do? I’m born pretty, and will always be pretty.]
Connor tilts his head, biting his lip as he replies, “Apuesto a que te verás más guapa solo con esto,” he touches the lace sleeve, intentionally tracing his finger from Hudson’s elbow to wrist, “y el regalo.” He pulls his finger away, pocketing his hand in his pants.
[I bet you’ll look prettier with just this, and the gift]
Yeah, they have to put a pause on this before they make Hollywood a real headline that will overshadow the Oscars tomorrow. Hudson steps back and stutters in saying, “I, um, I gotta go meet some people.”
”Okay,” Connor calmly says, putting his other hand in his pocket. Timingly, his agent pops up, holding a glass of a blue drink and a bottle of water.
“Found you,” he says to Connor, handing him the bottle. He turns to Hudson and smiles. “Hey, Hudson. How are you? How’s the filming of Yaga?”
”Ahm, it’s great. I have never played a character that is just plain psychotic and evil, and an irredeemable asshole.”
Connor’s agent chuckles. “Sounds like you’re having a blast on being challenged in portraying a morally challenging character.”
”Yeah, you can say that.”
”Well, congratulations and best of luck on that project. I’m looking forward to it. So does Connor.”
Of course. Connor always does. He glances at Connor, who seems to have had his eyes on Hudson through the whole conversation. There’s a fondness to it that has Hudson swallowing thickly.
“Um, I'll just go back to my team. They said that I have some people to mingle with.”
”Cool, cool.”
“See you around,” he says as he offers a handshake, which Connor’s agent happily shakes. Then he looks at Connor, giving him a court nod, which Connor reciprocates.
As the night rolls on, as well as conversations with a bunch of people, Connor feels himself wanting to dash to the door, grab the keys from the valet, and drive himself back to his apartment and sleep. For the meantime, he settles in a table at a corner, letting the magical space give him a bit of pace from the crowd. His phone vibrates in his pockets. A text message from Huddy.
Huddy
Do you have a lighter?
I really need to smoke away the overstimulation :(
Connie Butt Baby
Aww are you okay, baby?
I do have a lighter. Text me where you are
Huddy
Yeah am okay just overstimulated
It’s alright. My friend from Vancouver is here too apparently. He has a lighter
A pout forms on Connor’s lip while typing his reply. OK. I kinda want to smoke too but I think I would rather grab the keys from the valet and drive home.
Hudson replies with a laughing emoji and, Aww my baby is overstimulated too. I would jump into that car and drive away with you if I could.
Connor hears himself gasp. He knows that Hudson means it as a joke to make him feel lighter, but there is something sentimental on the thought of Hudson running away with him from this ‘big deal but overstimulating’ party if he could. What’s more gasp-worthy, Connor actually wants to dare Hudson to do. He is typing about a little master plan in his mind but then he realized that it is too risky, especially that some paps are crowding outside. He deletes everything he typed, rethinking another reply.
Connie Butt Baby
Wanna go to the dancefloor with me instead?
Huddy
There’s a dancefloor?!?
HELL YEAH
They met at the dancefloor, which has a very demure dancing crowd. Both of them are weirded out because one would expect for people in Hollywood to know how to party in a fun yet controlled way. The paps may be outside but there are cameras inside too that might or might not capture things that are character damaging so it is understandable to party in a controlled manner, but the crowd is so boring. They’re treating the dancefloor like a luncheon; standing and chatting with drinks in hands, some swaying nonchalantly with the electronic upbeat music.
”J'ai déjà été à des fêtes plus réussies en ville que celle-ci,” Connor says to Hudson.
[I have been to better parties downtown than this.]
”Peut-être qu'ils gardent leur énergie pour les fêtes de demain.”
[Maybe they’re reserving their energy for the parties tomorrow]
“Eh bien, alors faisons la fête comme de vieux grincheux.” Connor starts to sway then pumps his palms up to his shoulders in an introverted way, and that has Hudson giggling and joining him.
[Well, then let's party like old, boring people.]
”Un tel clown,” Hudson says in the fondest tone.
[Such a clown.]
Connor looks at him, staring until a beat drops from the DJ set. They have wide eyes at first, and then they share a knowing look. When the next beat dropped, they bound on their feet and let their bodies move freely with the music. Some of the people around them begin to do the same. Hudson’s team joins in, as well as Connor’s agent.
A photographer calls their attention for a group photo. Hudson and Connor naturally pose next to each other, posing with big smiles at the camera while they have an arm wrapped around each other.
Someone shouts, “You really truly are the life of the party,” at Hudson, catching him off guard.
He is unsure whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, but he gives the person, who turns out to be Dylan O’ Brien, a big smile, as well as an offer for a hug.
Dylan pulls him in a hug. He and Hudson falls in a conversation right away, along with a person that seems to be Dylan’s manager and a woman that is cheerfully telling Hudson how excited she is to be working with him.
It dawns on Connor that the three might be conversing about a project that is yet to be announced. He is starstruck on the fact that Hudson will be working with the Dylan O’ Brien, aka the Stiles Stilinski.
“Oh, wait, hang on, guys,” Hudson suddenly says in the middle of telling Dylan how he used to watch Teen Wolf. He cuts himself off because he turns to Connor, pulling him to his side by the wrist, just to introduce him. “This is Connor Storrie, my best friend, and a great actor and rising director. Connor, this is Dylan O’ Brien and Sofia Banzhaf.”
The three courteously greet each other.
“I’m in a project with them,” Hudson chimes.
Connor smiles at him. “That sounds amazing! I can’t wait to hear more about that project.”
Hudson’s smile grows bigger. He is so excited that he has just opened his mouth, but Connor quickly hovers his hand over it.
“Maybe when you have the green light,” Connor quickly says while chuckling, already having the feeling that Hudson is about to spill. He looks at Dylan and Sofia, who are chuckling as well. “I wouldn’t want you to lose the role because you spilled the beans too early.” He pulls his hand away, revealing a bashful smile on Hudson’s lips.
”Sorry,” Hudson says, glancing at Dylan and Sofia. “I just—I can’t stop myself sometimes when I get too excited.”
”Yeah. Hudson has the wherewithal of a toddler.”
Dylan and Sofia let out endeared giggles.
”That’s okay, buddy,” Dylan says, waving a hand. “Nobody here cares. Everyone is basically networking and chatting about their unannounced projects here, anyway.”
Sofia nods. “Right. Don’t sweat on it too much. Whatever said or happened here does not go out of the door. Not to sound creepy or anything but that’s like an unspoken rule in parties like this for everyone. Just don’t post about it before the articles are published.”
Hudson scratches his temple, a mannerism he does when he slightly feels the nerves. Connor knows about it so he places a hand on Hudson’s back, rubbing comforting circles, which is proven to be effective with the way Hudson leans on it and drops his hand.
A man approaches Dylan, greeting him with a sense of familiarity. Then he turns to Hudson, greeting him enthusiastically. “Can I have a photo with you and Dylan?”
”Sure,” Hudson replies. Always humble and kind.
All three of them pose. Afterwards, the man notices Connor. He greets him with the same enthusiasm. “Can I also take a photo with you?
“Absolutely,” Connor replies. Always with his big photo smile.
Dylan and Sofia tell Hudson and Connor that they’ll mingle around, thus the five of them bid ‘See you around, guys’ to each other.
Now, it’s just Hudson and Connor again. Their teams are near but they’re not in the close radius, hence a shift in the air between the two. It is evident on their faces that their social batteries are running low, but having each other near is enough to put their batteries in a calming power saving mode.
“I’m really liking your outfit,” Connor suddenly says, looking at Hudson from hair to boots.
”Yeah? Thanks. I also like your outfit. Haven’t I told you that yet?”
”Hm, I don’t think so.”
”Right. Sorry, I get so easily distracted with how handsome you look.” There is a beat between them; their gazes softening as their smiles grow more. “So macho in all black with silver, two-buttons open, and handsome curly hair.” Then there’s a pregnant pause before Hudson lets the words get out of the tip of his tongue. “That fucking hung smile you do on photos, drive me loco.”
Connor swallows thick, then reaches to circle his hand around Hudson’s wrist. “You feel so hot, Huddy.”
Now, it is Hudson’s turn to swallow thick. “I always run hot, Con. I am not for the LA summers.”
”Yeah. You can take your vest off, right?”
”What?”
”You’re running hot. Take it off.”
While Hudson unbuttons his vest, Connor holds his half empty cup of blue-colored cocktail. Under the dim lights, Connor can only have the glimpse of Hudson’s nipples peeking underneath the lace, and wants to see more. And Hudson, under the steaming stare of Connor, can only run hotter than the LA summer had him.
Connor pulls him by the wrist to whisper to his ear. “C'est toi qui me rends sauvage.”
[You’re the one that is making me feral.]
Hudson curses in French under his breath. He said something in French but in such a quiet tone that Connor asked him to say it again. With undeniable arousal and gritted teeth, he repeats, “pas ici.”
[not here]
Five seconds passed before he received a schooled expression from Connor, who leans back and takes a step away from him. Connor gives him a court nod and says, “D'accord, ailleurs alors.” And then he just turns on his heels and walks away from the dancefloor, leaving Hudson dumbfounded.
[Okay, somewhere else then]
It frustrates Hudson that he does not know what to do. Or what he can do that will not appear worthy for a buzz insider report tomorrow because he is so close to acting out the name of his drink—Get Freaky on the Dancefloor. Damn my poor self-control around Connor! And screw his fluency in three languages that makes him a thousand times hotter!
After letting out a frustrated sigh, he looks around for his team. When he can’t find them on the dancefloor, he steps out then finds them at their table. With his signature charm, he smiles and greets, and receives warm greetings. It’s just then that he noticed Connor’s agent is not with his team nor in any of the tables near.
He reaches for his phone in his black sling bag, and sends Connor a text. Where are you??
Right away, he receives a reply. Outside waiting for our car.
Hudson slightly panics on the sudden departure, but Connor sends another text, a long one and a couple more.
Connie Butt Baby
I’m sorry for leaving in a rush, Huddy. But I just can’t stand another second next to you but can’t be close to you. You understand? I can’t, you can’t, we both can’t in a room full of important people and people who observe from the shadows. I don’t want to just touch you, I want to hold you, to have your body pressed on mine.
Turns out, you’re not the one that is running hot
See you tomorrow. Have more fun in there
I have to cool off tonight.
Back at Connor's place
Someone is spontaneously ringing Connor’s doorbell. For a second he feels a great sense of dread, but when he sees who is ringing his doorbell on the live camera at the door monitor on the wall beside the door of his apartment, he feels nervous to press the button that’ll open the main door.
He pressed the button and angry steps echoed from the carpeted staircase and hallway, and then it is followed by a spontaneous knock on the door. The nervousness now melts into annoyance.
”Hud—“
”Fuck you!”
Hudson has Connor pressed on the wall, his hands firm beside both sides of Connor’s head, trapping him there. There is a sign of hurt on Hudson’s face that has Connor from frowning at him for the sudden aggressiveness to furrowing his eyebrows in concern. Hudson is breathing heavily through his nose, making his chest prominently rise and fall. The tension on his shoulder slowly deflates as he sees how Connor’s eyes soften at him. He really cannot not fold fast for this man.
”Do you really think that you’re the only one that is struggling?” He asks.
Connor opens his mouth, but Hudson shushes him, to which he raises an eyebrow at.
“Give me one minute to explain. Please.”
”Alright. Timer starts now.”
”You’re just gonna count the time in your mind?”
Connor sighs. “One. Two. Three. Four.”
Hudson snaps his focus back. “Okay. Alright, here goes.” He takes a breath and goes off.
“You’re not the only struggling to not want for our bodies to be pressed on each other, Connor. I also want that—The moment I put this lace top on, all I can think about is what it would feel to have your body pressed on mine, and feel the heat from your body pass through the gaps. Do you think it’s the vest and the freaking summer heat wave that is making me run so hot? Maybe, yeah they clinically do. But you’re the one that is making me run hot, emotionally, physically, and sexually. Damn it! And every time you talk in another language, your accent alone is enough to have me riding on the edge of cumming, do you notice that? Nope. All night, all I wish is to be beside you because every time some A-list celebrity or director approaches me, I feel the reflex to reach for a cigarette. If that’s how I’ll be for the next couple more months before we get back on set for season two, my lung might have been fried. That’s how bad my social anxiety has gotten, and I, for some reason, forgets about the existence of cigarettes when you’re around.”
He pauses to take a breath.
“I know we’re on the height of establishing ourselves in this industry, but, if I’m completely honest, neither of us would’ve been able to handle the speedrun to fame if it wasn’t for each other. And that’s borderline codependency, which is contradictory to what we’ve agreed on to not wanting to be perceived as a duo, but there are times that I just…find myself wanting for your presence.”
A beat of silence passes them.
”That took more than one minute,” Hudson says, swallowing nervously as he removes his hands from the wall.
Connor fully rests his back on the wall as he pockets both his hands and tilts his head as he watches Hudson lean back on the other wall. He thinks and rethinks all the questions and things to say to that until he lands on the one question that he feels would address the elephant in every room they’ve been in since the events that took place between the end of December and beginning of January.
“So you also feel the same way I do?”
Hudson does not even rethink the first answer that pops in his mind. “Yes.”
”Since when?”
”Since I fetched you in the airport in Vancouver.”
Connor can feel his heart begin to beat loud after hearing that. That was the New Year’s in Vancouver.
“And you, since when did you feel that way towards me?” Hudson asks.
And Connor answers him with the same speed and certainty. ”Since I met you in the Zoom meeting.”
Hudson’s eyes go wide. “All this time, you have feelings for me?”
“Not really. Let’s say, I got fascinated by you right away. And then, when we met in person and spent a day together, I knew then that I will continuously fall in love with you because I feel comfortable in being unapologetically myself when I’m with you.”
Hudson shakes his head as he is in complete disbelief on the emotional control that Connor has in the months of filming and playing a Russian hockey player that has fallen in love since day one to his rival that is a Canadian hockey player when in reality he indeed had fallen in love since day one with a Canadian too.
“Oh my god,” he says under his breath as he rubs his hands on his face. “You asked for my Instagram that day too. You locked in that fast?”
Connor breaks into a fit of giggles; Hudson breaks too.
“Yeah,” Connor says, “yeah, a Hudson-shaped cupid’s arrow struck straight through my heart.”
Hudson has to bite his lip at how cheesed he feels. ”I didn’t know you could be this cringe.”
Connor snickers then covers his face with his hands. “Oh my god. I didn’t know where that came from either. Jesus. ‘Hudson-shaped cupid’s arrow’?”
When he removes his hands from his face, he sees Hudson, looking at him with the most fondest gaze someone has ever had at him. Maybe, just maybe, there is more than the fondest. Perhaps it is akin to love.
“Connor,” he says the name in the softest voice.
“Hudson?”
”Is it cringe to admit that I too got struck with a Connor-shaped arrow when, back in New Years, I ended up watching you watch the fireworks?”
Connor feels an emotional lump in his throat that he cannot utter an answer. Instead, he pushes himself off the wall, and starts to walk to Hudson, however Hudson mirrors him, which ends with them meeting each other in the middle.
They take a full second to look at each other before crashing their mouth onto an intense, passionate kiss that has Hudson pushing Connor on the wall. They both sigh in great relief into each other’s mouth as they are finally able to press their bodies flush. Connor has his hands touching Hudson’s chest, and Hudson has his hand combing Connor’s hair. And then, Connor suddenly chuckles before capturing Hudson’s bottom lip.
”I can’t believe we’re kissing like we didn’t this morning,” he says.
With a grin, Hudson replies, “I haven’t shown my surprise for you.”
Connor cocks an eyebrow whilst running his hand, up and down, on Hudson’s pec, feeling the warmth radiating from the lace. “Yes. I didn’t forget.”
“Good,” Hudson replies, sliding his left hand from Connor’s nape to the third button on Connor’s shirt. He pops it open, and he does it to the other remaining while keeping a heavily aroused eye contact with the man he is undressing.
After he pops open every button, he uses his right hand to cup Connor’s pec, pinching the nipple before he places a chaste kiss on the skin above it. He continues on kissing a path upwards. He lightly bites Connor’s neck, making Connor gasp and flinch, and then he opens his mouth to scrape his teeth on Connor's defined jawline. While he has his mouth busy on Connor’s neck, his hips are preoccupied on grinding his hardening cock on Connor’s thigh.
Connor’s hands are gripping Hudson’s waist, encouraging a steady rhythm. He shivers when Hudson licks his ear, then moans when Hudson bites the lobe. “Ahhh~ Huddy.”
Just hearing that nickname, Hudson feels a great wave of arousal has his body shaking against Connor. He even lets out a shaky moan against Connor’s ear. After his body calms down, he drops his head on Connor’s clavicle. “Fuck,” he says whilst slowing his hips from moving.
“It really does it for you, huh?” Connor teases while rubbing comforting circles on Hudson’s back.
”Screw you. You’re not allowed to call me that tonight.”
”Are you sure? Last time I didn’t call you that you sent me a text, and you sound very upset about it.”
Hudson groans on Connor’s skin. He feels slightly embarrassed because he cannot deny the effects the nickname does to him whenever they get intimate. “Fuck off,” he says as he leans back and sees the ‘hung’ smile that he used to call as Connor’s sinature charming smile until he saw what people in Twitter has been calling it, and he cannot not look at the smile the same way.
As his way of teasing and endearment, Connor lifts his hand to cup Hudson’s chin, guiding Hudson’s mouth back to his. Immediately, Hudson welcomes Connor tongue, sucking it to his delight. Connor pulls his tongue out from Hudson’s chasing lips to say, “Let me see your surprise, Hudson.”
Hudson's reply is a simple nod.
They are holding hands on their way to Connor’s room. Connor lets go of Hudson’s hand when he takes a seat on the end of his double-sized bed. Getting the signal, Hudson smirks and gives Connor a show of unbuttoning his pants.
“Good call on ditching the vest,” he says whilst watching Hudson toe his boots off before pulling his pants down.
Hudson chuckles. “Just want to be efficient, is all.” A smug grin forms on his lips when he sees Connor’s eyes dilate and mouth falls open. “Does the lace look good?”
“Yes,” he answers real quick. “God, you look good on them.”
”Actually, this is not my surprise.”
”What?”
Hudson bites his lips, then replies by taking to the space between Connor’s legs, and letting Connor hold him on the waist to pull him closer. A shaky breath slips out of his lips as Connor begins to kiss his stomach through his lace top. Connor’s hands move down to his thighs, massaging the plump muscles while feeling the lace trunks.
”Get on the bed,” Connor says whilst standing up and switching places with Hudson.
Hudson obeys, even resting his arms behind his head on the pillow. He watches Connor completely take off his black top, then unbuttoned and tugs his pants down. At that moment, he finds himself still surprised with the length and thickness of Connor. It’s not dramatically big, it is an impressive size.
“My eyes are up here, Hudson,” Connor teases, smiling at the flush of pink on Hudson’s cheeks. He then walks to the bedside drawer to grab a bottle of lube and a condom.
“What—“
”I want this to stay,” Connor explains, touching the hem of the lace shirt. “You’ll wear the condom to make sure your cum will not spill everywhere, especially on your shirt.”
Hudson swallows thick and his cock jerks at the idea. ”Oh. I don’t think…uh, I don't think I can do that. I mean, my stylist will definitely kill me this time if I hand this back with a lot of sweat on it.”
Connor suddenly feels squeamish at himself for getting a bit carried away that he didn’t think about that. “Right. Sorry. Then can I take it off of you?”
Hudson nods. While Connor is taking his time admiring Hudson’s body, caressing every area with his big hands, Hudson suddenly feels shy, and equally more aroused. He watches Connor lean down to plant a feather-light kiss on his right nipple through the lace, and then doing the same to the left one before traveling up to his neck. A shiver runs down his spine whilst his hips moving on their own, arching up onto Connor’s stomach.
“You look really handsome tonight, Hudson,” Connor says below Hudson’s ear.
At this point, Hudson is torn between thankful that Connor is obliging his terms on not using the nickname, and upset that Connor is obliging. Such a difficult internal conflict.
“And you look as tasty as you always do,” he replies.
Connor lifts his face to look at Hudson, who is now blushing harder. “Tasty? Are you sure that it is me? Because I saw how some people looked at you there.”
Hudson fights back a flustered grin, so he turns his head to the side, but Connor hooks his finger under his chin. He retorts, “Just take the compliment,” while his eyes dart between Connor’s blue-green eyes and perfect lips.
They’re both smiling while closing the gap between their lips once again. It is not the first time they’re smiling this big while kissing, but there is definitely something different in the way they deepen the kiss as they press their bodies together.
Connor has Hudson sitting up to get the lace shirt off, and then he tells him to, “Get on all fours,” to which Hudson obeys without a second thought.
”I wish you can see this view, and tell me who is tasty between the two of us.”
”Connor~” Hudson whines while burying his face on the pillow. The nickname is one thing, the unprecedented compliments is another. He lifts his face from the pillow, turns his head to the side, getting a glimpse of Connor staring like a hungry dog at his not-so naked ass. “Fuck,” he rasps, his forehead creases as Connor starts to massage and grope both of his asscheeks.
Connor hums in a deep voice, clearly holding himself back from ripping the lace trunks into two—OR, just rip a hole because the shirt is off the table, but the trunks still are, and he knows that that would drive Hudson crazy the same way he is being driven by the idea right now.
He slips his left hand underneath the material, feeling the plumpness of the muscle. Obviously, he can feel the difference—he likes how it feels months ago, back when they were filming Heated Rivalry, but he is liking it more nowadays. He leans his body forwards, lightly brushing his chest on Hudson’s back, to press his lips on Hudson’s left ear.
“You really worked on your ass in the gym, huh. Earned two more pounds of clappable material, you did say in an interview.”
”I didn’t want my perfectly normal ass to look flat next to your bubble butt in the second season.”
Connor giggles, then presses a kiss on Hudson's ear. “Well, can I test how clappable they really are?”
Hudson turns his head as he presses his arm on the bed to turn his body so that he can face Connor. With a cheeky smile, he replies, “Haven’t you been testing it a couple of times already?”
Connor mirrors the cheekiness, replying, “But I haven’t seen it bounce while wearing some form of underwear. I want to see if it is only clappable without clothing restrictions, or it is truly clappable with something on.”
”I don’t understand.”
”Huddy,” he starts, earning a surprised shaky breath from the other, “I want the lace trunks to stay on.”
At that moment, Hudson just realized that he hasn’t shown Connor his surprise.
“Um, I don’t think you will want to have the trunks to stay if you find out what is underneath it.”
Connor’s eyes widened, showing a mixture of curiosity and excitement. But then it sinks to him what Hudson means, thus he leans back, hooks a finger on the trunks’ garter to pull it down. When he gets a glimpse of a thinner garter beneath it, he gasps, ”Holy shit.”
Hudson is watching over his shoulder, feeling giddy at the reaction he is getting, especially the eagerness of Connor pulling the lace trunks as quickly as possible to reveal a lace underwear. Truth be told, it took some time for him to get used to the breeze the lace gave him, because it made him feel like he was wearing nothing. Also, he kinda had a hard time figuring out how to make sure his balls would not slip out; just to be sure, he is glad he thought of wearing the lace trunks too—the trunks also added an element of unwrapping.
As he feels his arm straining, he decides to lay down with his torso slightly twisted. To his delight, Connor crowds him in that position, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss, that then shifts to Connor leaving a trail of wet kisses from his shoulder, side, hip, and then stopping on the asscheek to nibble it. All of those have Hudson quietly moaning and squirming.
Connor grabs the lube that has been laying on edge of the bed. He pops it open to pour a generous amount on his left hand, and then he tosses it to the side to free his right hand because he uses it to pull the thin lace strip between the crease of Hudson’s asscheeks to the side. He rubs his lubed hand around Hudson’s hole, having his index finger circle the clenched entrance. Slowly, he pushes his finger in, feeling Hudson clench and relax around it.
As he feels the muscles has soften, he taps Hudson’s waist as a signal that he will insert another finger. He lets Hudson adjust before starting to thrust his finger in a slow and steady phase before thrusting them deep then spreading them.
“Ahh~ Aaah~ Ah!”
Hudson is a mess; his mouth hangs open, letting lude sounds come out, and his hips meets every thrust, having his ass get fucked by Connor’s fingers. This is how crazed he gets after spending hours apart from Connor. There’s always a whirlwind of uncontrollable horniness and undeniable longing because he misses his best friend slash soulmate slash emotional support human being.
“Argh! Fuck—ah~”
He yelps then moans because Connor inserts a third finger. Although he enjoys becoming an overstimulated puddle of horniness just from Connor’s fingers, he would very much prefer to be more stimulated by Connor’s cock right now.
“Connor,” he says with labored breath. Connor only hums but continues his finger work, making Hudson resolve to grunting, “Connie!”
And that pauses Connor.
He carefully pulls his fingers out and grabs Hudson’s shoulder to turn him around. His eyebrows furrow as he studies Hudson’s face, looking for any sign of discomfort or pain.
“Did I push too deep? Did I add another finger too fast?”
“No, no,” he answers, shaking his head and placing a hand on Connor’s shoulder. Despite the overstimulated daze he is in, he still manages to come up with a cheeky reply. “Just too much, too good,” he replies with his Russian accent (which is just his impression of Ilya Rozanov).
Connor sighs in relief with a chuckle. He playfully slaps Hudson on the abdomen. “I thought I hurt you.”
Shaking his head again, Hudson cups Connor’s face and says, “I will tell you when you do, okay?” He waits for Connor to nod.
Both of them exchange smiles and a soft kiss. And then Hudson is turning over again, intentionally brushing his ass against Connor’s cock. He even pushes his ass to grind on the hard cock that he is eager to have. A gasp escapes his lips when Connor grabs his waist and uses that leverage to slide his cock on the crevice between the asscheeks. Connor does that a couple more times, making Hudson eagerly grinding his ass while moaning uncontrollably.
Connor takes a deep breath before pressing the tip in. He grunts at the tightness, and his whole body shivers when Hudson clenches and opens and clenches around his cock.
“Huddy,” he whispers, not sure if it’s a call or a heads up.
”Uh-huh,” Hudson manages to say before he lets out a silent cry.
Connor has pulled the tip out, then presses his cock back in, managing to push more inches. He grunts on every slow and steady thrust he does, ultimately, not wanting to lose control even if his whole body is running real hot on just thrust, thrust, thrust. But above his pleasure is Hudson’s pleasure, and he does not want to ever cause pain nor discomfort even if they have done penetrative sex roughly with little preparation before. Maybe, this night is just different. Maybe it is the fact that they have enough time before tomorrow’s schedule.
“Connor,” Hudson suddenly calls.
”Yeah?”
”You gotta fuck me properly, or I’ll just jerk myself off.”
Connor wets his lips, and then puts his hands on the bed to support his weight as he hovers over Hudson's back. Wordlessly, he pulls back then roughly thrusts back in, having Hudson yelp and make his arms buckle so that his upper body falls on the bed. As an opportunist in this scenario, Connor puts his hand around the back of Hudson’s neck, pinning him down.
While he continues thrusting, he puts his mouth on Hudson’s ear, whispering, “If I was boring you a second ago, I hope I’m not boring you now.”
His deep voice paired with his dominating tone sets fire in Hudson’s body, specifically his cock. Since Hudson is still wearing the lace thong, he feels his precum wetting the front of it. He unclenches one of his hands from the bed sheet to reach down to free his leaking cock. A strong hand catches his wrist and pins it above his head.
Connor stops thrusting his hips.
”Did I tell you that you can touch yourself, Huddy?” He grins as he hears Hudson moan and feels him clench.
“You agreed not to call me that,” Hudson says, a pout audible in his tone.
“Are you upset?”
“…”
”I asked you if you’re upset,” he says, then rolls his hips, earning a whimper. But that is still not the answer he is looking for. So, he moves his right hand to the lace thong that is evidently damp. He starts stroking the trapped cock, whose quarter length is peaking out of the garter.
“Where did you buy this? Did you not find your size? It’s too small to cover your cock, baby.”
Hudson moans loud; from Connor’s hand stroking his already leaking cock, as well as from Connor’s mean tone. He tries to give a cheeky retort but whenever he opens his mouth a moan or whimper is the only thing that comes out of it.
In the end he resorts on moving his hips to meet Connor’s thrusts. Because of that, Connor makes his thrusts harder and faster, silently challenging Hudson to keep up. Of course, Hudson keeps up.
”Fuck, Hudson, more your hips more. Oohh, you feel so good, baby.”
Connor says some other Spanish words but Hudson is too blissed out from that his mind replays the ‘more your hips more’ again and again.
“I love your cock, papi,” Hudson manages to compose and say. He didn’t even feel a slight cringe. He just feels his cock is about to burst and his orgasm is nearing the point where his body is moving on its own to chase it.
Connor is the same. His thrusts is beginning to lose rhythms; his hips are moving in an erratic speed as his orgasm is nearing. He leans down, resting his chest on Hudson’s upper back, and then he presses his lips on Hudson’s ear.
”Are you going to cum, Hudson?”
”Hmmph.”
”Words, babydoll.”
With gritted teeth and labored breath, Hudson rasps, “Fuck yes, I’m going to cum.”
Connor had to force stop his hips because he literally felt himself almost coming from being called with that nickname. Now, he understands why Hudson asked him not to call him ‘Huddy’. He has removed his hand from Hudson’s neck, having that hand to caress the sweaty, warm skin of Hudson’s back.
“Do you want me to make you cum, babydoll?”
”Hmm—yes. Please. I can feel my cock is about to burst.”
”Uh-huh. Since you asked nicely.”
Connor pushes himself up by the hand he has on Hudson’s back. His hands hold Hudson by the waist, using that to drag Hudson’s body to his, ultimately moving him like a cocksleeve. Grunting, his eyes get hypnotized by the sight of his cock being swallowed happily by Hudson’s hole.
Fuck me.
He speeds his thrust, even slamming hard that has the both of them become vocally loud. Neither of them can form coherent words, let alone curses, because they are both deeply lost in the cloud nine of their synced orgasms.
Both of them scream as they release their loads; Connor buries his cock deeper in Hudson, and Hudson arches his back to press his ass more on Connor’s cock whilst his eyes roll to the back of his head. Their bodies convulse as their orgasms die down.
Once he feels his cock has softened, Connor carefully pulls out. His cock has the audacity to twitch when he sees Hudson’s hole attempts to clench around the emptiness as he seems to try to keep Connor’s spent inside of him.
He places a gentle hand on Hudson's shoulder, then asks in a gentle tone, “Would you want me to put a plug in you, Huddy?”
Hudson, who is still catching his breath, laughs, then he twists his body to be able to look at Connor. For this moment, he allows himself to gaze at Connor, to let his emotions linger between them. This might be the first time he cares less because he knows that Connor is letting his emotions linger as well.
“I would love to, but maybe next time?”
He didn't receive a reply, a verbal one at least, because Connor carefully manoeuvres him into a spooning position; Connor being the big spoon (this time).
Connor presses a hand on Hudson’s chest, rubbing circles on the warm skin with his fingers. The heat and humidity in the atmosphere is not ideal for spooning, especially when both of your bodies are sweating a ton and are running very hot after partaking in a mind-blowing sex, but it's their go-to on times like this.
After a minute or two of silence, Connor decides to give his verbal reply by asking the usual question.
“How many hours can you stay?”
“Until tomorrow morning,” Hudson answers, a slight apology in his voice.
Connor hums, sounding understanding but a little sadness still slips.
Hudson wraps his hand on Connor’s that is resting on his chest. “I have to show up at the Armani party. It’s amazing and ridiculous because I only have to appear there for like a couple minutes before heading back to the hotel, put on my Oscars clothes, and then go to the hotel again to film a G-R-W-M Vogue video for my Vanity Fair look.”
Hudson might not see it but he can feel Connor frown because Connor has his lips pressed on Hudson’s nape.
“I’m sorry,” Hudson mumbles as he pulls Connor’s hand towards his lips, pressing a kiss on the knuckles.
”What for?”
“For not being able to stay longer most of the time.”
Connor hums, then he prompts Hudson to turn around. Once they are face to face, Connor presses a light kiss on Hudson’s forehead whilst rubbing his hands on Hudson’s back.
“Don’t apologize. It’s okay. Both of us are not able to stay longer because of our schedules but we make the most of the little time we manage to pull. And that’s what matters, Huddy.”
Hudson purrs as he burrows his face on Connor’s neck and wraps his arms around Connor. On the other hand, Connor continues to rubs comforting circles on Hudson’s back. Both of them stay like that until the stickiness begins to bother them.
After cleaning themselves and the bed, they go back to their previous position. Connor is wearing his white tank top and green shorts; Hudson borrows one of Connor’s gray shirt and blue shorts that is the same one as Connor’s but in a different color.
“So, did you like my surprise?"
Connor smiles a smitten smile. “You know I did. Where did you get that thong? I don’t suppose you walked into an underwear store and bought it. Not unless you ordered it online. Or you borrowed it from one of your girl friends.”
Hudson bashfully breaks into laughter, even slapping one of Connor’s big pecs. Connor, amused by Hudson’s reaction, becomes more invested in knowing in which way he got the lace thong.
“Okay, okay,” Hudson says, catching his breath. “Promise me first that you will not laugh or be mean to me.”
”I promise.”
”Alright. I bought it at the Paris airport before me and my team flew back to Toronto.”
”At the Paris airport? Oh my god, was it the same night I surprised you?”
Hudson nods. Connor bites his lips to stop himself from saying the first thing that came in his mind—he changes his mind and lets his lower lip go.
”You are that eager to surprise me, huh?”
Connor’s tone elicits a breath hitch from Hudson. Being familiar with that tone, Hudson rubs his thighs together, already feeling his body become submissive.
”I wouldn’t know how else I could top your surprise to me then,” he replies.
“Do you feel proud of yourself for buying that lace thong?”
”Absolutely fucking proud.”
”As you should, babydoll.”
Hudson lets out a shaky breath, and involuntarily rolls his hips on Connor’s pelvic bone. To make it worse for him, Connor slithers a thing in between Hudson’s legs.
“Tu es si jolie en dentelle,” Connor says, his voice suddenly becoming deep. “Too bad you ruined it for being so wet.”
[you look so pretty in lace]
“Fuck off,” Hudson chirps then pinches Connor’s cheek. “You wanted to keep it on.”
“You wanted it too,” Connor points. “Would you rather have it off?”
Hudson clenches his jaw, then, after a second, gives in. “No. Fuck, it was so fucking hot.”
Connor smirks then, the tease that he is, rubs his thigh on Hudson’s balls, eliciting a whimper from him. “Want me to buy you another piece?”
”Con Con,” Hudson says, keeping a stern voice and glare, however his body is betraying him by pliantly reacting to Connor’s touch. “We just cleaned ourselves and your bed.”
Seemingly to reconsider those, Connor pulls his leg off of Hudson’s legs, but then he cups Hudson’s chin for him to slip his tongue in Hudson’s mouth, earning a muffled moan.
They make-out until their mouth feels numb and their eyelids feel heavy for a nap.
Connor lays his head on Hudson’s chest, while Hudson wraps his whole arm on Connor.
“Huddy,”
”Hm?”
”I actually have a surprise for you.”
”You can’t let me have a whole day to savor my successful surprise, can’t you?”
”Are we going to make it a competition now?” Connor grins at Hudson, who is also grinning with the similar playfulness and mischief.
“Yes. Kinda adds more spice whenever we see each other after long days apart.”
”Wow, you are a next-level romantic man.”
”Come on, you started the surprise thing in Paris.”
”Alright, I’m guilty, and we will do the surprise thing. Anyways, back to my surprise.”
Hudson nods, waiting for it, but Connor raises an eyebrow at him. It clicks to him what Connor is raising his eyebrow at him for.
While doing a drumroll with his hand on his abdomen, he comments, “Such a demanding drama queen.”
Connor flicks his finger on Hudson’s forehead, eliciting a giggle from him. “You’re going to the Vanity Fair Afterparty, right?”
Hudson makes his confused face. “Yeah.”
”Well, I might attend too.”
The ability of Hudson to make facial expressions that are cartoonish at a level by how expressive he makes them is truly amazing—His eyes are wide in surprise and his mouth is smiling so wide open.
”You’re not fucking with me, right?”
”No,” Connor affirms, shaking his head.
”Holy shit!”
”I might, Hudson, I might.”
”Still. The chance is low but not zero.”
”Uh-huh. Another slang you get from Twitter.”
They go back to their cuddle position. Their bodies buzzing in excitement for tomorrow night. No words are said anymore as they let themselves be lulled to sleep by listening to each other’s breathing