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Hudson, like always, can’t keep his hands to himself by the time they pour themselves into a cab together. It’s not that Hudson had done any better at the Oscar’s afterparty or over the evening in general with keeping his hands off Connor, but it’s something else in the cab. He sprawls out, hooks his ankle over Connor’s, laying his head on his shoulder, reaching up to play with his curls. The sensation has Connor immediately closing his eyes and leaning in like a cat.
“You love it when I play with your hair, Connie,” Hudson teases, scratching at Connor’s scalp with a gentle touch. Connor only nods, slipping a hand to wrap around the top of Hudson’s thigh, just holding. “You looked so hot out there tonight.”
“You, too, baby,” Connor replies, a small smile spreading across his lips.
“Oh my god and that cougar. You know, the one in the pink? I thought she was gonna start begging for you in front of her partner and everything.” Connor laughs a little, shaking his head. It’s not like that kind of attention was anything new.
“She was looking at you just as much, Huddy,” he says flirtatiously.
Hudson responds by turning his head toward Connor’s throat, chin perched on his shoulder. “I think she would have liked to take both of us home,” he says against Connor’s neck, his breath fanning out over the sensitive spot under his ear. He reins in a shudder.
“I still can’t believe we get to do stuff like this,” Connor says, “I’m wearing fucking Saint Laurent, and 6 months ago, nobody knew who I was, and I sure as hell didn’t have any money.”
“Dude, yeah, exactly. That’s like— wait, did I tell you? I met Michael B. Jordan during the ceremony. Can you believe that?”
“Oh my god, yeah, I saw him at the afterparty. I talked to Timothée Chalamet for a good while.”
“Yeah, I came to join you toward the end, after I had wrapped up talking to that one lady.” Connor smiles which makes Hudson laugh a little. “I don’t remember her name.”
“No, I know,” Connor says, “but we talked for a long time before you came over. He told me about his latest movie, and he asked me a few questions about the show — he’s never seen it obviously — and it all felt like really crazy but also really neat? Anyway, cool guy.”
“For sure.” The car falls quiet for a moment before Hudson takes a breath, sitting up and starting to pet at Connor’s arm, the one still draped over Hudson’s thigh. He inhales again, blows it out, and asks, “How much did you have to drink, by the way?”
“Oh, so much,” Connor answered seriously, chuckling a little.
“Okay, same,” Hudson says with a relieved grin. He plops himself down, folding sideways over his seatbelt just to lay his head in Connor’s lap. Connor immediately puts his hand to work playing with Hudson’s hair now. They often take turns like this, basking in each other’s affection. And they were always like this, no matter where they went, ever since they were first on set together — inseparable.
Connor moves his free hand to settle gently on Hudson’s shoulder, rubbing his thumb in small circles there. Hudson hummed softly, settling deeper into Connor’s lap and closing his eyes. Without opening them, he asks, “Connor?”
Connor looks down at him and smiles, asking, “Yeah, baby?”
“Do you think we could share a bed tonight?” Connor glances once toward their driver, but he seems unbothered, so he quickly snaps his attention back to Hudson.
He whispers assuredly, “Of course we can.”
Connor’s head is spinning when they stumble out of the taxi together, leaning on each other for support as they make their way up to their hotel room. Hudson asks quietly as he presses the elevator button, “You have your key?” Connor nods, reaching into his pocket to feel out his wallet where he slid the key card inside.
They get up to their floor, reminiscing some more about the night, laughing at each other way too loudly for the hour.
“And then she — and she was, like, gorgeous by the way, wearing the shiny mermaid dress. But she gets back, right? And then—” Connor gets his key over the door and pushes his hand to the small of Hudson’s back to guide him inside, effectively quieting him.
Hudson bites his lip as Connor looks at him quietly, expectantly, and then Hudson goes back to telling his story like it’s nothing. He gets through most of it before he gets restless. Then, he starts to whine, pawing at Connor’s stomach as he says, “Nooo, I don’t wanna talk anymore. I want a cigarette with you, Connieee.” Connor grins crookedly, taking Hudson’s fingers in a tangle with his own. “A real one. Pleeeease. I’ve been craving one all night.”
“Okay, Huddy.” He knows his smile is too sweet, too soft and slightly adoring, but he can’t help it. Hudson just looks so good. He’s in his outfit from the afterparty still, sheer silk doing nothing to cover him up (although Connor supposes he’s in the same boat).
He goes to his duffel and pulls out a lighter and the pack of Malboros he has tucked into the side pocket, waving it in the air at Hudson as he takes one out and props it on his lip. Then, he gestures for Hudson to follow him out onto the small 4 by 6 patio. Hudson does, trailing closely behind, grabbing Connor’s hand as he leads them.
The cool March air still carries a light chill, and Connor can’t keep his eyes from drifting. Hudson always looks so good, but today he’s exceptional. His eyes are glassy, and the stars glint in the caramel coffee pool of them. His hair is stylishly tousled, and Connor can still sense the silhouette of Hudson’s fingers against his. His lips quirk up in a small contented smile that seems to be just for Connor. He saves a piece of himself for the moments where he can simply breathe without being under the scrutiny of a camera lens, and he shares that piece with Connor almost daily. Even after such a long day, he still wants to be with Connor. It baffles him as much as it charms him all the more.
And god, that outfit. Connor’s eyes scan appreciatively over the silk mesh adorning his chest, and his eyes catch on Hudson’s hardened nipples as the breeze hits them. He disguises his sharp intake of breath by lighting up a cigarette and sucking hard, looking over the tip of his nose to watch it burn. Then, he looks just past himself, eyes darting over Hudson’s body again before he drops them to his feet. He holds the pack out a moment later, tilting it toward Hudson, but Hudson just frowns at him, shaking his head. “I want yours.”
Connor smirks to himself, passing the cigarette in his hand over to Hudson. Hudson takes a puff, and Connor watches his lips as smoke rolls off of them. “Good?” he asks, halfway teasing.
“Sooo good,” Hudson says with his eyes shut, bringing the cigarette back to his lips. He takes another hit before handing it off to Connor, leaning back against the balcony like he’d momentarily lost his equilibrium.
God, they drank a lot at that afterparty. Connor knew he should have slowed them down. But Hudson was there — his best friend, his whole world — and he was sweet and pouty and adorable the whole time, asking Connor softly, “Can you go get me another drink, baby?” Of course he was helpless to do anything but oblige.
Connor takes a drag from the cigarette, pleasantly buzzed, and god, yeah, a cigarette is exactly what he needed. Here’s to hoping it sobers him up a little, even though he knows it can’t derail his already out-of-hand thoughts. He remembers when Hudson grabbed him by the waist to greet him earlier that night, exclaiming, “Fully fucking naked??” Connor felt like saying the same thing, and he had suddenly been so dangerously vulnerable, seeing Hudson like that out in public, not on set — it was a little mind-boggling. And christ, it turned him on.
But this is Hudson, his Huddy, and more than anything, he doesn’t want to mess up what they already have going. Connor feels so grateful to have Hudson close, like the only other person in the world who can grasp what it feels like to go from nothing to fame in an instant. Hudson understands Connor fundamentally, understands his needs in a relationship, and he gives it to him — constant physical affection, talking every day, reassurance and a shoulder to cry on on the tough days. Hudson belongs to Connor in a sort of intimate way that is unlike what he has with anyone else.
And maybe that’s where the wires get the most crossed; because as ashamed as he is to admit it even to himself, he can’t hide from the truth that he’d trace his tongue down every inch of Hudson’s body if he were allowed to. He’d map him out, kiss and suck on every sensitive surface, finding spots that make him shiver. He’d do it in a heartbeat.
Hudson blows out a breath of air and smoke billows out into the night, a perfect hazy screen to the bright night sky. He’s beautiful like this, Connor thinks. But it’s true. Here under the cover of darkness, the moonlight hits Hudson’s body just right, showing off toned chest with the beautiful accentuating train that flows softly in the breeze. He looks downright pretty, and Connor would say as much if he didn’t have the cigarette pressed to his lips.
“You’re quiet tonight,” Hudson says, grinning just a little on the silly side.
Connor feels heat rush to his cheeks and wishes his complexion didn’t show his flushed skin so easily. But he can always blame the alcohol, so he tries to intentionally relax.
“Haven’t seen you this quiet since I kissed you speechless on set.” Connor raises his eyebrows. The incident to which Hudson is referring happened between takes, and granted, those takes were heavy with kissing, but that’s beside the point. Connor had been ceaselessly repeating some obnoxious meme, and Hudson had been dramatic about it, which only egged him on. Hudson begged him to stop, and then, in an instant, his lips were on Connor’s. Connor had responded immediately, like he’d been expecting it, but with how many takes they’d done that day already, he felt like it was muscle memory at that point. They kissed and then Hudson pulled back, smirked, and said “better.” Connor was too shocked to say anything, which he supposed was the point, but that didn’t explain why Hudson had kissed him outside of filming in front of staff and everything. And then he’d gone about his day as if nothing unusual had happened.
Connor takes the cigarette back, shaking his head as he pretends to be interested in something far off. Just as effective as the kiss had been in shutting him up, talking about the kiss does the job, too.
“Connie?” Hudson asks in a small, sweet voice, and Connor tries not to melt. He also fervently tries not to think about getting off, especially because he knows Hudson is sleeping in his room tonight. But the moon and the twinkling stars are shining in Hudson’s eyes, and Connor feels mesmerized as he swallows reflexively, wetting his lips with his tongue prior to speaking.
“Yeah, Huddy?” he asks with a lilt to his voice, braving a glance at Hudson’s orbital eyes.
“Wanna know a secret?” Hudson asks, a look of mischief evident in his features. Connor only nods.
Hudson takes one last puff from the cigarette before stomping it out, walking over to grab hold of Connor by the biceps. He pulls Connor in close to him, humming in contentment when Connor wraps his arms around him in return. It takes him a minute to nuzzle up close to Connor’s ear, but when he does, he presses a soft kiss to the side of his cheek, burrowing against his neck. Connor tries again not to shiver, threading a hand through Hudson’s hair like he had in the cab.
Suddenly, Hudson’s breath is tickling Connor’s ear, and then he whispers somewhat timidly, “I miss kissing you, Connie.” It’s more of a whimper than anything, and Connor’s spine goes rigid, foreseeing that they’re about to cross a line they can’t come back from.
But maybe they pushed past that line a long time ago. Connor can’t stop himself from doing this tonight, so he relents, moving his lips to trace along Hudson’s cheek. Hudson exhales, hands gripping at Connor’s waist with his head tilted back, neck bared. Connor moves there to kiss him gently, thrumming with the electricity of doing something so new to them. Well, mostly new. They’ve always been generous with their touches, and filming together was always sort of intimate. But this? This was different.
“All you have to do is ask,” Connor says. In response, Hudson pulls him flush against him and nods slightly, eyes already half lidded before he leans in.
Hudson’s lips are soft, moisturized and perfectly maintained just like the rest of him. His breath is warm and contrasts with the wind whipping around them. He hums gently into the kiss, angling his head to go a little deeper, Connor slipping his hand back into Hudson’s hair. They kiss until Connor pulls back with a huge grin, so elated he can hardly stand it.
“You’re gonna have to try a little harder than that next time you ask to kiss me.” Hudson reddens adorably, quickly rolling his eyes as he playfully shoves Connor. Connor has to steady himself on the railing before giggling lightly, moving to position himself so that he has Hudson cornered against the patio. “Ask me,” he says, holding Hudson’s waist possessively. “Ask me for what you want.”
“Connor, please,” Hudson says in a small voice, a whine, and Connor’s dick hardens in his slacks. “Kiss me again, papi.” Connor leans in and kisses him slowly, humming against his lips once as he pulls Hudson further into him. He’s hard in his pants too. They should really stop this. They should really go to bed.
“Mm, yeah, baby, please don’t stop,” Hudson encourages, like the devil on his shoulder, and Connor slides his tongue along Hudson’s bottom lip, asking for permission. Hudson grants it. This kiss is more intimate, quickly leading somewhere else, and it dawns on Connor all of a sudden that they’re outside on a patio still of a popular hotel. He pulls Hudson into him and then nuzzles up against his neck, placing a kiss there before he says, “Let’s go inside, baby boy.” Hudson nods eagerly at that as he takes Connor’s hand just as he had before, letting him lead them inside. They barely make it to the couch before Hudson is back on him, tackling him to the cushions. He straddles Connor, Connor straining to reach his lips and moaning when they join again. God, this feels so fucking good. He wants to make Hudson feel this good, too, wants to make him beg and moan and whimper.
“Oh God, Connie,” Hudson moans, a smile breaking out over his face as he adds, “Fuck, we’re really doing this.” He traces a wandering hand down Connor’s side until he decidedly moves back up to stroke at a nipple, the fabric rubbing against it in a way that’s almost overstimulating. Connor hisses, hips bucking up when Hudson goes to wrap his lips around the fabric of his top, circling his nipple with his tongue. He doesn’t seem to mind the barrier, and Connor is dizzy with lust.
“Hudson,” he gasps, guiding his head back down this time, looking at him in awe while he flicks his tongue back and forth atop the hardened buds. Connor is leaking in his pants now, taking Hudson’s mouth back on his own in a passionate dance.
“You look so pretty, Huddy,” Connor finally blurts out, just as he had feared he would, but his head is foggy from the combination of the booze, exhaustion, and his proximity to Hudson. Hudson already looks slightly wrecked as he pulls away, panting for breath with a bead of sweat running down his forehead, eyelids heavy with lust. Connor prays to his lucky stars that this won’t be the last time, consequences be damned.
“I want to blow you so fucking bad,” Hudson says boldly, and Connor just nods, cheeks heating up with anticipation and a hint of embarrassment. This is Hudson, and god, they’re both so drunk that it feels like they’re safe from whatever they do tonight. Like tomorrow will never come and they won’t wake up with hangovers and regrets. It feels so very in the moment, so right for them, and Connor is completely helpless as Hudson takes a nipple back into his mouth as he pulls Connor out of his pants, pumping his hand over his cock experimentally.
“Yeah, Connie,” Hudson whines, sucking hard against Connor’s nipple, and it feels so good, he pulses in Hudson’s hand.
“Fuck, Hudson,” Connor groans, rocking his hips forward gently until Hudson is crawling down his body, kissing a wet trail down his stomach.
“Wanna make you come, baby,” Hudson says, and Connor feels physically hot like he’s overheating. Hudson suddenly shies away a little, asking in a smaller voice, “Can I?” Connor nods vigorously as he thinks deliriously, I can’t believe this is fucking happening. This is too damn good to be true.
“C’mon honey,” Connor coos, and Hudson’s eyes go glittery sweet as he sinks down on Connor’s cock. He makes it over halfway, holding for a second before pulling back, looking up through dark lashes. Jesus, fucking hell, he’s so pretty like that, and Connor isn’t sure he can hold on for very long. “Baby, yeah,” he encourages, guiding him gently as Hudson establishes a rhythm, holding on tight to one of Connor’s thighs. Then, he’s pushing forward, pressing his cock against Connor’s still clothed leg, desperate to get some friction as he sucks Connor off slick and fast. Hudson’s eyes roll back, humming a moan that vibrates against Connor’s cock, making him sigh. Connor’s breaths start to come faster, thighs clenching desperately as he tries to hold back.
“Fuuuck, Huddy,” Connor whispers, and Hudson raises a hand to place over Connor’s chest again, pinching one of his nipples and making Connor cry out. Hudson throbs against Connor’s leg, and he wonders if Hudson has already come, shot his load into his pants humping Connor’s leg. It makes Connor dizzy all over again, disbelief washing over him again that this is really happening. Hudson is actually sucking his cock, for real, and the head rush it gives him is almost too much. “Fuck. Fuck, baby, come here.”
Hudson pulls back and looks up at Connor with the same glazed over expression, body limp as he drops his weight back down over Connor’s lap, pressing right up against him. “Was I good?” he asks in a quiet tone, and Connor nods enthusiastically.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Connor assures, and heat returns to Hudson’s eyes like a fire. Hudson pouts as he starts to paw at his own zipper. Connor goes to help him, smiling softly at Hudson’s exasperated sigh when he’s unsuccessful in undressing himself, but it quickly turns into a sigh of relief when Connor gets his cock out of his pants. Navigating the train (which looks like a dress, Connor’s mind helpfully supplies) is difficult, but Connor manages to get it out from under Hudson and drapes it across the floor, hands going to grab Hudson by the ass as he pulls him hard against him, their bare cocks grinding together. Connor and Hudson both moan as they move, Connor going to take them into his hand.
“Yeah, fuck, Huddy. Oh, baby, you feel so good. Come here. Gonna make you come.” Hudson tucks his face into Connor’s neck, nodding against him before he drops down to suck on Connor’s nipples again. Connor’s hips stutter, feeling himself get dangerously close, but he still manages to squeak out, “It’s okay, Huddy. I’ve got you, baby. C’mon.” Hudson yells out as he bucks forward again, coming hard, grabbing Connor’s chest as a word passes over his lips that Connor almost doesn’t catch. But no, that can’t be right… Did Hudson just call him—
“Mommy,” he says barely above a whisper, bending down to suckle on Connor’s tits again like he’s— like—
Blindsided, Connor loses his impending orgasm, breath hitched as he mentally considers what Hudson just said. He finds he loses several seconds to his shock. “Hudson?” Connor finally asks, but Hudson is already drifting off, eyes half closed as he collapses against Connor’s still hard cock. Connor sighs, his cock pulsating beneath them, and he pulls himself together despite the dizziness and all the blood rushed south to pick up Hudson into his arms and carry him to bed. Like he’s taking care of him. Like he’s—
Connor takes a minute to watch Hudson settle in bed, curling into his side, closest to where Connor will sleep next to him, and he takes a deep breath, confusion still rattling him.
Connor replays the word in the back of his mind when he goes to the restroom, shutting the door behind him and splashing some cold water on his face to collect himself. Then, with only slight hesitation does he take his cock into his hand. He pinches his nipple with his free hand, thinking about Hudson’s small whimper. Mommy. Connor comes into a tissue, abdomen clenching tightly as the aftershocks rack through him. It doesn’t stop that singular word from echoing in his head.
The next morning, the sun creeps through the blinds and reminds them there's a world outside this room. Connor wakes up slowly, regrettably, and finds that Hudson is already mostly awake, blinking slowly as a smile finds its way to his lips.
“Mornin, handsome,” Hudson says, running a hand across Connor’s bare chest.
“Hey,” Connor responds sleepily, brow furrowed as a yawn escapes him.
“Can I get a good morning kiss?” Hudson tries, and Connor has to consciously slow his breath as an electric shock runs through him. A good morning kiss? Fuck, yeah, he can do that.
The previous night comes flooding back into memory as Connor’s lips meet Hudson’s. Suddenly, he is free of worry, seeing how easy this is with Hudson. They didn’t ruin anything, only made things stronger, and Connor starts to feel optimistic about their future together. Well, maybe not together-together… He’s still unsure of what all this means. But Hudson’s lips on his is a promise of sorts that at least they can handle this. And thank god because Connor doesn’t know how he could ever give this up again.
Hudson moves his hand to cradle Connor’s face, deepening the kiss as he does, and Connor hums against him contentedly. Hudson pulls back after a moment, smiling softly as he traces his thumb back and forth across Connor’s cheek.
“Hi,” he says quietly, and Connor smiles back at him, leaning in to kiss him again before saying it back.
“Want to blow each other and then go get brunch?” Connor laughs at Hudson’s bluntness, nodding his head enthusiastically with an ear-splitting grin. They do just that.
The next few weeks pass by in a blur with commitments stacked on top of each other, keeping them up for 20 hours at a time. Hudson teases Connor like normal, their friendship coming first and foremost, and he continues to be liberal with his touches, even in the public eye.
At this point, it’s gone so long without addressing that Connor can’t quite tell if Hudson has no memory of calling Connor what he did or if he just doesn’t want to talk about it, but the clock keeps ticking without a single mention of what Connor is calling in his mind the incident — the thing that haunts him in every waking moment.
The sex part they address, often. Well, they mainly acknowledge it by kissing each other’s lips, taking their time to slowly explore each other and then ravish one another. The sex is good — no, it’s fantastic. But there isn’t much room for talking about things in between everything else that’s going on. They’re making appearances everywhere. And every treasured moment alone with each other can’t be wasted on talking, not when they only have so much energy to expend before they collapse. So they fuck around and they don’t talk about it, and Connor lays awake afterward — like he is now — wondering Does this get me off? Being called that? It doesn’t seem impossible, but he’s not so sure. He knows for certain that he shouldn’t like it, but he’s also not sure how much that really matters.
Connor takes a deep breath, peeking over at Hudson’s sleeping form, eyes rested in peaceful sleep. Like a baby. It makes him want to sprinkle kisses on his nose and mouth, forehead and cheek.
He tries desperately not to read into it, not to obsess and fuss over it, but he can’t help noticing all the little ways he takes care of Hudson in their day to day: Helps him tie his ties, brings him a glass of water when he complains of a headache, puts the back of his hand on Hudson’s forehead when he complains he’s hot, making sure he doesn’t have a fever. They’re simple things, but he notices them, notices how he indulges Hudson and pampers him, notices how much he likes doing that.
It should terrify him, and it does still mostly, but there’s this sneaking feeling of rightness that just won’t quit.
It’s a hanging question he can’t quite answer. Which is exactly why he can’t talk to Hudson about it. He needs to know how he feels before he can even begin to approach it again. So he lies awake, just thinking. And he ignores how hard he is in his sweatpants.
Connor garners some clarity about the whole thing once he’s back in his own L.A. home for a few days. His sister is out of the house for the time being, so he stretches out on his mattress, laptop open. This bout of research is inspired by what had been running through Connor’s mind for weeks now. In and out of interviews and events, in cabs and planes, all Connor can manage to think about is Hudson. Specifically the incident surrounding Hudson. He’s chronically horny but miserably busy, and it’s overdue for him to take a real day off, so he’s at home, thinking some more about his new favorite topic.
He makes a quick Google search once his laptop is powered up, eyebrows knitted as he surfs through the different sites. When he settles on one, he takes a deep, grounding breath. There’s more scrolling to do now as he looks through the different video thumbnails, and he realizes that almost every video features a woman in it — the “mommy” in the situation. He doesn’t find any male mommies, so he settles on his favorite of the choices listed and adjusts his volume appropriately.
He just watches for a slow minute, cringing a little at the setup with a “step mom” approaching her “step son”. This isn’t quite what he signed up for, but he waits it out, attempting to see if he’ll change his mind at all, trying to focus on the man on the screen — a dark-haired, semi-muscular 20 something year old. He runs his hands along the sides of his thighs, nervously fidgeting as he goes to turn the volume down, then back up, then down again, unable to settle.
When the boy starts to moan — while the woman is stroking his cock — he finally says it out loud — “Mommy.” The word rings through the room, and Connor swallows as his cock stirs slightly.
Connor watches intently after that, eyes fixated on the screen as the man moans and whines in that cute way like Hudson does, and fuck, now Connor is thinking about Hudson. Hudson and his pretty little moans and gorgeous complexion, toned body and golden sense of humor. Everything about him is perfect — it’s perfect for Connor, and God, he misses him. He’d do anything to see him right now.
Connor gets distracted from his own thoughts when the video changes, the woman now getting fucked by the man. Her moans are grating and annoying, so after a few long minutes, Connor finally flips the video off, closing the computer. He blows out a disappointed breath, embarrassed that he couldn’t tough it out.
He grabs his phone from his side, opening it non-committedly before resting a hand over his sweats comfortably. He starts to scroll, but he’s not really paying attention, thoughts drifting back to Hudson, to the last time they were with each other. He remembers how Hudson had almost jerked him off in the bathroom of some uptown bar, how they’d rushed back to one of their hotel rooms to exchange messy blowjobs. Connor closes his phone and decides to chase the fantasy, hand absently rubbing over the fabric covering his crotch. He remembers the heat of Hudson’s mouth, the way his tongue had dragged along the head of his cock before ducking down and taking all of him in. Connor sighs, feeling his dick thicken against his thigh.
Thinking about Hudson blowing him reminds him of that first night when Hudson had sunk to his knees. He remembers the eagerness as he took him, how he hummed around Connor’s cock. He remembers the way Hudson looked when he came, a moan escaping him as his eyes fluttered closed. Connor’s do the same now as he goes to fish his cock out of his pants.
Connor lets himself remember how he’d called him mommy, how he’d barely whimpered it into the night like it was a secret. It was, probably, one that Hudson trusted Connor with. A strange sense of pride surges through Connor at the thought, and he gives himself a few experimental tugs. The drag is dry, so he props himself up to grab lube from under his other pillow.
His tongue drags over his lip like he can still taste traces of Hudson there, and his cock kicks. He uses his free hand to massage at his balls which are already heavy with anticipation, sensitive in Connor’s hands. Connor conjures up an image of what Hudson would do to him if he were here right now. Would he suck on his nipples like he likes to do so much? Connor moves his hand up to his chest, pinching one nipple as his mouth falls open in a silent moan. He fucks up harder into his fist, his breaths coming faster, his abdomen clenching tightly, core constricting. His hand speeds up its movements, stroking hard and fast as he fantasizes some more, thinking about Hudson coming all over himself, moaning for his mommy the whole time. Connor comes into his fist abruptly, blowing out a breath as he does, looking down to examine the mess on his chest after. He wipes it off as it starts to cool, sort of hazy and out-of-it still.
He decides he doesn’t care much for the videos, but memories of Hudson are plenty confirmation that maybe this isn’t just a small coincidental thing.
“Connor, come help me pick out what I’m going to wear!” Hudson yells across the house, so Connor starts heading to Hudson’s room from the kitchen, snack in hand. Now that they’re on break again for a few days without any pressing commitments, Connor has agreed to stay with Hudson, at least up until their next trip. He steps in and takes in all the clothes strewn everywhere, impressed with the sheer amount because he didn’t leave Hudson alone for very long. Then, he looks at Hudson and the displeased expression he wears in the form of a pout.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Connor asks, smiling as he takes another bite into his mostly eaten apple.
“Nothing is what I want. I’m completely out of ideas.”
“Okay, well what are we going for?” Connor asks, taking in Hudson’s half-dressed form.
“Dressed up but casual chic.”
“Got it,” Connor says, going to the dresser to set his apple down momentarily, sifting through drawers looking for a belt. When he finds one — a statement piece with a sleek, curved silver buckle — he nods, pulling it out and laying it atop everything else stacked on Hudson’s bed, the bed they fucked on not even an hour ago.
Hudson hums in approval and goes to pick up a pair of slacks: a fitted pair with a crease down the middle, tailored nicely in a way that makes all of Hudson look great, but it makes his ass look spectacular. He gets them on, fixes the belt in place without fastening it and then looks around with a twitch of his lips and a furrowed brow. Connor spots a top on the floor, a sheer, short-sleeved, collared one with buttons running down the front. It would look excellent paired with a silver chain, and it fits so nicely with everything else they’ve selected. Their dinner plans are with old friends of Hudson’s, fairly low stakes, but he wants Hudson to feel good regardless. He wants him to like what he’s wearing, and he has a feeling Hudson will approve of his choice.
“Black tank top,” Connor says flatly, and Hudson, no questions asked, turns on his heel and pulls out a blank tank top, pulling it over his head. Connor walks up behind him with the top he selected and orders, “Arms,” and Hudson, without any hesitation again, brings up his arms a bit, sliding into the shirt as Connor guides it onto him. “Okay, look at me,” Connor says, and Hudson does a slow little awkward turn with his arms still extended at his sides.
Connor smiles at him, pulling both sides of the top together, and then he begins buttoning from the top, taking each at a time. Hudson goes very still as he does, rigid against Connor, but Connor doesn’t really think twice about it, just focuses on the task at hand. When he finally gets to the bottom, he brings his hands up to smooth over Hudson’s collar and then his shoulders, tilting his head as he decidedly undoes the top two buttons, grinning once he’s satisfied.
“Oh, almost forgot the necklace,” Connor says, turning to grab the chain he had in mind, and Hudson swallows, turning away from Connor and brushing his hand against the back of his neck.
“Here, you can—” Connor doesn’t wait for Hudson to finish his sentence, just goes to work fastening the necklace onto him, and he almost misses Hudson’s breath hitching.
He squints his eyes at the back of Hudon’s head, putting his hands on Hudson’s shoulders to spin him around. One look at Hudson biting his lip, and Connor laughs incredulously.
“Oh my god, wait, are you horny right now?” Hudson chuckles a little bit, but the way his cheeks slightly redden tells Connor everything he needs to know.
“What can I say? I like your hands on me, Connie baby,” he says as he takes a slow step forward into Connor’s space. He places both hands on Connor’s chest, smiling flirtatiously, and then he drags a teasing finger across Connor’s collarbone. “How about since you got to dress me, now I get to undress you…”
Connor snorts at that, shaking his head at Hudson’s sweet, tempting smile.
“We just had sex like… not even an hour ago. And we have to leave soon.”
“Yeah, but—” Hudson whines, and Connor chuckles.
“You are insatiable.” Hudson just shrugs, pulling Connor in by the shirt and pressing his lips to his. Connor smiles into the kiss, elated that he gets to have Hudson like this, that he gets to have him at all. He’s so damn lucky, and Hudson is so fucking good for him in every way. And they just fit, get each other.
“Did me dressing you make you hard?” Connor teases when they pull back for a breath, but Hudson’s reaction makes him think maybe it’s not a joke. Especially when Hudson burrows in Connor’s neck instead of answering him. “Baby?” Connor asks, and Hudson whines, inching his hips forward until he’s pressed square against Connor, obviously hard in his slacks. His belt buckle is still unfastened, pressing between them uncomfortably, but neither of them seem to mind much.
“Please, Connie,” Hudson murmurs against Connor’s ear, slipping his hands under Connor’s shirt. Assuming the plea is for Connor to undress still, he lets Hudson pull the top over his head. He watches as Hudson dips his head and fastens to one of Connor’s nipples, sucking hard. Connor hisses from sensitivity but encourages Hudson with a steady hand on the back of his head. His breaths start to come out faster, more fluttery, as Hudson works his tongue over the sensitive bud.
“Fuuuck, baby,” Connor moans, grabbing a fistful of Hudson’s hair as he grinds forward hastily, quickly succumbing to arousal. He hauls Hudson back up for another kiss, this time deeper, Connor slipping his tongue to explore the inside of Hudson’s mouth.
Hudson groans against Connor’s lips, finally dropping his hands to his waist to pull down his slacks with the belt buckle still threaded through. Connor smiles against Hudson’s lips, pulling him forward again as soon as he can, Hudson’s pants thrown carelessly to the floor.
“Oh my god, Connor,” Hudson murmurs, threading his fingers through Connor’s curls and pulling. Connor’s cock twitches as Hudson nips at his lower lip. “C’mon. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Hudson says impatiently, and Connor huffs out a laugh before taking Hudson’s thick cock into his hand. “Fuuuuck.”
“Yeah, baby? You like that?” Connor asks, and Hudson groans, nodding as he goes to burrow his face in the side of Connor’s neck. Connor stops stroking him and pulls himself and Hudson apart. “Hey, what’s the matter? Don’t hide from me. Come back,” Connor says, hooking his fingers around Hudson’s chin, lifting his eyes to meet his. He finds his expression glazed over, and he’s biting his lip. At least Connor can confirm that nothing’s wrong. “You alright, honey?” he asks anyway.
Hudson nods, swiping his tongue over his top lip before saying quietly. “Wanna be good for you, Connie. Love being your baby.” Connor freezes, and a flash of panic runs through Hudson’s eyes as he says, “I mean…” Connor just forces a smile instead, going to pull Hudson back in close to kiss him. He tries not to think about the fact that his cock is weeping all of a sudden, tries not to think about what role Connor must play if Hudson is his baby. He doesn’t have to guess. He knows the answer to that, can hear it playing back in his head over and over again.
Suddenly, he hesitates, pulling back when Hudson leans in to kiss him, and he really didn’t mean to, but that doesn’t stop Hudson from looking really worried.
“Connie?”
Connor shakes his head, a laugh bubbling up as he runs a hand through his hair nervously. “Yeah, baby. I– I’m good.”
“You sure?” Hudson asks, an intense seriousness with a hint of concern taking over his features.
“Yeah, it’s just–” Connor starts, and then he blows out a breath fast, his mind slipping quickly as he runs out of excuses. “"Sorry, I just… thought about something."
“We can just… stop? If you want to?” Connor sighs with his head down, feeling like he wants to beat his head against the wall even with his cock still throbbing in his jeans. Hudson starts to gather his pants from the floor again, slipping into them.
“No, no, please. I just–”
“C’mere,” Hudson says, grabbing Connor by the wrist and dragging him toward the bed, sitting down and patting the spot next to him to invite Connor to do the same. Connor feels like he could cry, like he’s in trouble. He feels like he’s sitting in the office waiting for the principal to call him in. And this was supposed to be sex. He fucked that all up. “Talk to me,” Hudson says.
Connor looks at him miserably, lips in a pout as he asks, “Do you remember it? What you said to me?”
“I say a lot of things, Connie. You’re going to have to give me a little bit more,” Hudson says, trying to lighten the mood, put Connor more at ease. It doesn’t work. Connor swallows, hesitating.
“The night of the Oscars. When we had sex for the first time. You said–” Hudson starts to turn pink, eyes wide as he hones in on Connor’s every word, likely filling in the gaps.
“What? What did I say? Did I do something wrong?”
“No! No, you didn’t– it just– I–” Connor gives up, laying his head in his hands and groaning frustratedly. “You really don’t remember?” Hudson looks like he’s going to cry, but there’s no clarity evident in his expression. He shakes his head slowly, miserably, looking just as miserable as Connor feels.
“This is all because I said I like being your baby, isn’t it? Because I know that was weird, and I didn’t mean it like–,” Hudson starts to overexplain, cutting himself off just to continue to ramble. “And that night, I know I was pushy, and I shouldn’t have done it and if you think this is a mistake, it’s fine. I would understand. I just want to be friends so fucking bad still, so whatever I need to do–” Connor finally cuts him off.
“You called me mommy,” Connor spits out finally, and Hudson goes very still, a deer-in-headlights look dawning over his features that would be adorable if Connor weren’t equally scared out of his mind from this conversation. “That first night. As soon as you came.”
Hudson looks like he wants to deny it, but Connor didn’t leave much room for plausible deniability. He knows what Hudson said, has been playing it back and then playing it back some more like a broken record. His mind feels graciously empty, only one thought playing over and over in his head, and Connor — tired, worn out, beat down as he is — does the exact opposite of what this situation needs. He starts to laugh.
Hudson looks mortified for a second, effectively speechless, and that only makes Connor laugh harder. Hudson just waits him out, studying his every move as Connor smooths his hands anxiously over the tops of his thighs, rubbing in small circles.
“Please say something,” Connor finally says once he’s pulled himself together. For a little bit, Hudson looks like he won’t say anything, but then he breaks.
“Sorry,” he squeaks. “Fuck, you must think I’m an absolute freak. And not the good kind,” he says with a small laugh, but Connor knows better than to think he’s amused.
“Honestly, Huddy,” Connor says after a long pause, blowing out a steady breath, “I’m just trying to figure out why it makes me so fucking hard every time I think about it.” Hudson raises his eyebrows in shock, surveying Connor’s face rapidly, eyes darting back and forth. His tongue swipes once over his bottom lip before he worries it with his teeth, contemplative, confused.
“You’re not… mad? Or– or grossed out?” Hudson asks, and Connor can see where tears have welled up in his eyes, waiting to fall.
“I’m confused,” Connor admits, and it’s the most honest he’s been. “I don’t know. I mean, I get that I… take care of you, sometimes.”
“Oh my god,” Hudson says under his breath, embarrassment making his complexion bright red now.
“I mean, I like that. I do. I love… taking care of you,” Connor says awkwardly, cringing as the words leave his mouth. “I mean, you’re my Huddy. That will never change.” Hudson nods slowly, wiping under his eyes with his index fingers. “But… I don’t…”
“It will never happen again, Connie. I promise.” For some reason, that doesn’t make Connor feel better. But knowing what will, he looks up at Hudson from underneath his lashes and licks his lips enticingly.
“Do you think you could kiss me again? Or has the moment passed?” Hudson laughs abruptly at that, nodding at him as he slowly goes to lean in. Hudson takes Connor’s lips against his slowly, hesitant, and Connor can’t have that. “C’mon, baby, kiss me for real,” Connor coaxes, and Hudson smiles against him. Their lips meet once more, tenderly, slow, and Connor can feel it bubble up inside of him again, this need. That’s the only explanation for what escapes his filter next. “You’re still my baby. Always be my baby,” Connor murmurs quietly. Hudson doesn’t say anything, just looks into his eyes for a painstakingly intimate moment before kissing his lips once more, just an easy peck.
Then, he slides his hand over Connor’s and holds it there as he says with an air of disappointment, “We really need to get ready for dinner.” He looks into Connor’s eyes, and Connor smiles sweetly, leaning in to swipe his thumb under Hudson’s eye to dry a small tear beading in the corner. Then, he leans in to steal one more chaste kiss. Hudson squeezes his hand once reassuringly before standing and fixing his belt in place. “You know how Kennedy is,” Hudson warns. “She’ll throw a fit if we’re late. She shows up early to everything.”
“Okay.” Connor nods, and he smiles again. They’ll go out with Kennedy and her boyfriend, have a good time, and then tonight, Connor can make it up to Hudson. He already has many ideas of how to do so.
When they get back from dinner, pleasantly tipsy and riding the high of good company, Connor has completely made his decision.
“I want you to fuck me tonight,” he whispers into the column of Hudson’s throat, smiling against the skin there before tracing the tip of his nose across Hudson’s neck and then up to his chin. He spends a moment taking in Hudson through lidded eyes before he kisses him deeply. He looks fucking beautiful as always, and, as per usual, it’s been driving Connor crazy all night. He’s like a junkie for Hudson. I mean, hell, this will be our third time going at it today, he remembers, but it’ll certainly be the first time doing it like this. They may have done a lot, but they haven’t quite crossed this line yet, just lacking in time and energy. But tonight is a different story.
Hudson looks dizzy, slightly dazed in that fucked-out way he looks as soon as they start foreplay. It’s enough to make Connor half insane with want, kissing Hudson hard, guiding him back toward the couch. They separate briefly, just before Connor can one-track-mindedly pin Hudson down, and Hudson smiles at him, placing a hand on his chest.
“Let’s go to my room then,” he says enticingly, and Connor nods, following after him as he leads the way, playfully swaying his hips. Connor tackles him in a kiss as soon as they reach Hudson’s bedroom, paying no mind to the stack of clothes now shoved off tentatively into a corner. Hudson made sure prior to leaving the house that the bed was left wide open, ready for them to devour each other on. Connor intends to do just that and then some, crossing over into indulging Hudson’s fantasies.
Because he’s been thinking about it — really thinking about it over the last few weeks and throughout the entirety of dinner — and he’s decided he wants to try this, test the waters and see how things pan out, especially now that he’s opened that dialogue with Hudson. He just has to find the right way to approach the whole thing without it leading to Hudson shutting down.
Hudson gets Connor pinned down to the mattress, kissing his neck and nipping softly, teasingly. He slides Connor’s open, short-sleeved green button-up off his shoulders and then waits while Connor takes off the white top underneath. Then, he makes his way down to Connor’s nipples and begins to suck, Connor sinking into the pillows, eyes fluttering in bliss.
“Yeah, baby, c’mon,” Connor says breathily, knowing how much it’ll rile Hudson up. And Hudson knows exactly what he’s doing, but his breath stutters anyway. Connor smiles, a little laugh escaping him before a moan surfaces when Hudson moves his hand lower to grip over his baggy, light-washed, ripped blue jeans. He switches sides, sucking his other nipple into his mouth as he grinds his palm against Connor’s erection. Connor’s hand goes to thread through Hudson’s hair, applying pressure lightly to hold him in place, sighing heavily. Connor can feel himself start to leak into his underwear, just a drop of precum, but he wants this to last, so he pulls Hudson back. He places his hand over Hudson’s to still it, pulling it back up to place on his cheek as he swoops back in to kiss him. Hudson goes pliant, his body manipulable like putty, and it’s a sight that takes Connor’s breath away. He looks just as wound up as he always does when he’s horny, and Connor is thrilled that the wonder never fails to seep through.
“Touch me here, honey.” Connor takes Hudson’s hand again and guides it to ghost over his ass, Hudson taking a supple handful immediately.
“Fuck, can’t believe you’re gonna let me inside of you,” Hudson says excitedly, smiling giddily, and Connor smiles back even as he kisses him once, just a sweet peck.
“Want to feel it,” he says huskily, sliding his underwear down and off. Hudson stares in wide-eyed anticipation at the meal before him, and just like Connor thought he would, Hudson props Connor’s legs up over his shoulders and dives straight in with his tongue. Despite expecting it, Connor still moans loudly and grinds his hips forward, running a hand down his chest and grabbing his own tit. He twists his own nipple, inhaling sharply, and Hudson hums against him, jutting his tongue out and letting it sink just barely past the rim. Then he circles and laps, kisses and sucks until Connor is panting for breath and moaning Hudson’s name.
“Huddy, Hudson, oh fuck. Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, and Hudson grunts, turning his head from side to side to slide in deeper, fucking him with his tongue. Connor can feel his cock weeping untouched onto his stomach, and Hudson starts to massage his balls, making Connor’s eyes fall tightly shut, hissing as he tries not to buck forward too hard.
“Mmn,” Hudson moans, encouraging more sounds out of Connor until he’s wound just on the edge of too tightly. Hudson pulls back shortly after, before Connor can get too close to the edge. “Holy fuck, Connie, you’re amazing,” Hudson says with an innocent kind of joy that makes Connor’s heart skip. He’s so damn cute, it makes Connor crazy.
Hudson gets out the lube from his bedside drawer, shaking it with a little grin hidden behind his bitten lip before uncapping it, but Connor intercepts him before he can drizzle some over his fingers. Hudson looks questioningly, and Connor just smiles. “I’ve got it, sweetheart.” Hudson huffs in response like Connor’s answer has exasperated him. Then, he plops down to watch compliantly as Connor coats two of his own fingers and goes to work. He circles his hole first, tracing the slightly puffy rim before sliding one finger in to the first knuckle, gradually working his way deeper. Connor takes it well, swallowing up his finger until he gets to the last knuckle, licking his lips as he watches Hudson who sits at the foot of the bed, still fully dressed, hand placed over his own hard cock straining through his dress pants. Hudson looks intensely focused on where Connor is touching himself, serious, and it makes Connor fond, wanting his lips on his some more.
“Come up here, baby. Wanna kiss you,” Connor says, pulling his fingers out of himself, and Hudson goes quickly, crawling up the bed to take Connor in a rush, a tad bit uncoordinated, just enough for it to be charming. Connor starts to go to work on the buttons of Hudson’s shirt, undoing what he had done earlier, and Hudson pulls back with a dizzying look in his eyes, watching as Connor unbuttons in a neat row, hastily unfastening each one. By the time Connor gets to the last button and pulls the shirt off, Hudson looks a little lost, already halfway to delirium. “You alright, baby?” Connor checks in, and Hudson scoffs.
“Fuck, are you doing this on purpose?” Hudson says finally with a hint of amusement, and Connor smiles at him, working on opening his fly as he shrugs.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Connor says mischievously.
“Oh, whatever,” Hudson says, but he doesn’t seem upset, so Connor keeps up with the plans he has.
“I don’t,” Connor reiterates, eyes wide as he tries to convey true confusion across his features, but his happiness still bleeds through. He’s practically beaming with excitement. “Now get back down there and touch your cock while I finger myself open for you.” Hudson exhales in half laugh, half sigh as he does just that, sliding back down to the edge of the bed where he turns for a minute, sliding his slacks off before returning his focus to Connor. Connor waits for his audience’s attention before reapplying lube, sliding two fingers in this time.
He strokes himself slow, setting a sultry pace, reclining his head and baring his neck, sighing with each exhale. Hudson’s breaths come out heavier too, stroking his hand up and down against the bulge in his boxer briefs. He looks fucking sexy like that, eyes hazy and unfocused, lips parted slightly, pulse thrumming. It reminds him slightly of when they were filming the Vegas scene, Shane putting on a show for Ilya. Hudson looks the same as he did when he was performing, even though Connor knows he’s not now. It’s endearing how openly passionate he is, how he’s willing to open up himself and tap into his rawest desires for the sake of the screen. It’s sexy watching him share himself with the world only because Connor knows deep down that he’s the only one who’s allowed to see him like this, to have him like this.
Connor thrusts his fingers a little faster, setting a rhythm as he fucks himself open, eyes heavy and meeting Hudson’s with intent. Hudson, in response, stares at Connor’s hole, at his fingers slipping in and out, in and out, and he gapes with a sense of fascination. Hudson looks at Connor like he’s the prettiest picture he’s ever seen, like he’s something to be coveted, and Connor is fueled by the awestruck look of desire. He crooks his fingers, trying to get deeper, but he can’t quite reach what he’s looking for from this angle, so he settles for scissoring his fingers back and forth, pumping them forward and back, stretching himself wide to show off. He sighs semi-theatrically, going to tease his own nipples, and Hudson has to close his mouth just to swallow so he doesn’t drool all over himself.
“Oh fuck,” Hudson murmurs, lifting his hips as he slides his boxer briefs off, taking his cock in hand and stroking himself earnestly. “Fuuuuck, Connie,” he moans, hand stripping his throbbing cock furiously, precum beading at the top in a pretty pearl.
“Yeah, sweet boy? Does that feel good?” Connor pants, and Hudson abruptly laughs, stopping his motions for a second to look at Connor definitively.
“Fuck, now you’re just making fun of me, Con,” he says quietly, pushing through a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. Connor can’t have that, so he shakes his head, dragging his fingers out of himself begrudgingly and crawling up the bed to meet Hudson. He grabs him by the wrist, guiding his hand to his cock, encouraging him to touch it.
“Does it feel like I’m joking?” Connor asks seriously, meeting Hudson’s eyes that try to avert his. “Hudson?” Connor demands, grabbing his chin and pulling him back, Hudson looking suddenly tearful, overwhelmed.
“No,” he manages meekly, cowering under Connor’s intense gaze.
Connor leans in to tickle against Hudson’s ear as he takes the plunge, whispering, “C’mere and make Mommy feel good.”
Hudson’s breath hitches, his heart beating a mile a minute from the pulse point in his neck, so Connor kisses there slow and sweet to try to settle him down. He slides a hand into Hudson’s hair, shushing him gently as he pulls him forward a little, guiding them both back up the bed. “C’mon, Huddy. Fuck me, baby. I’m ready for it.” Hudson whines, nodding into the crook of Connor’s neck, hiding, and Connor coos at him, keeping his hand firm in Hudson’s hair as he scratches soothingly at his scalp. “So fucking sexy for me when you’re like this. I love it, honey.”
Connor goes to uncap the lube he’d tossed beside them and coats Hudson’s cock with it, pumping his fist a few times. Hudson starts open-mouth breathing, squirming into Connor’s touch, so Connor takes his hand away, looking up at Hudson through hooded eyes before taking his mouth in a deep kiss. Hudson groans from the sensation, pulling Connor in with a hand behind his head. Connor could kiss Hudson like this for days, he thinks, but they have other plans that need tending to.
Connor pulls back, and Hudson chases his lips, making Connor smile. He stops him with a bite to his own lip as he crawls into Hudson’s lap, positioning himself over Hudson’s dick. He grips him tight at the base as he sinks down slowly, reveling in the way that Hudson is holding his breath in anticipation. Once he takes him all the way in, he slings his arms around Hudson’s neck and leans in to kiss him some more. He starts a slow, gyrating grind of his hips as he does, relishing the moan it emits from Hudson.
Connor pulls back after a few long moments, keeping his arms in place as he grins at Hudson, and then he slowly begins to lift his hips. As he sinks back down, torturously slow, Hudson strains against him, thighs trembling lightly and fingers white-knuckling the sheets.
“Is that good, baby? You like the way Mommy fucks you?” He continues the teasingly slow drag of his hips, watching even as Hudson nods with gritted teeth. Connor smiles at him. “Huh, baby?” he asks, and Hudson nods again, bucking up to try to get more friction, but Connor just settles his weight on him, goes back to a deep grind.
“Yeah,” Hudson says breathlessly.
“Good boy,” Connor tries out, and Hudson visibly melts underneath him, hips making a valiant effort to twitch upward.
“Sh–shit, Connor,” Hudson stutters, going to grip Connor’s hips, and Connor grins mischievously before he sinks down to suck against Hudson’s neck. It’s not so hard that it’ll leave a mark, but it’s enough to get Hudson that much more out of his head, succumbing to the pleasure. Hudson threads a hand through Connor’s hair and gently encourages him, sighing as he does.
Connor kisses down his neck and then back up again, tracing the shell of his ear before he whispers in a deep voice, “Who am I, baby boy?”
“Connor,” Hudson gasps, and Connor tsks him, shaking his head.
“No, honey. You know that’s not what I’m looking for. Who am I?”
Hudson tries to hide his face between Connor’s pecs, a flush creeping up the back of his neck that Connor knows will stain his cheeks. Then, he shakes his head softly.
“What? You don’t want it?” Connor asks, stilling his movements but still fully seated on Hudson’s cock, starting to run a reassuring hand up and down Hudson’s back. Hudson shakes his head again before realizing he needs to clarify, lifting his gaze reluctantly and shyly looking at Connor.
“That’s not–” Hudson starts, swallowing as his eyes dart away, skidding across the room. Connor takes his chin in his hand, guiding his face upward to look at him. Then, he plants a kiss on Hudson’s lips, leaning back to analyze the coy look in Hudson’s eyes. “You don’t have to,” Hudson mumbles as his hand wanders to Connor’s bicep, tracing the defined muscle there, and Connor smiles gently.
“Sweetheart, I’m not doing this to make fun of you, and I’m not just humoring you either. Look, I want this. I really want this, baby. Okay?” Hudson’s lips part and he analyzes Connor’s face swiftly, watching for any trace of doubt. When he finds only assuredness, he exhales, shifting minutely under Connor to get some friction on his still hard dick.
“But why? Why now?” Hudson asks, and Connor laughs a little, shifting his hips to remind Hudson of the context of this conversation, and Hudson’s breath catches.
“What if you ask me that when your dick isn’t inside me?” Connor tries, and Hudson smiles a little, slightly breaking the tension. “Look, if you don’t want to, we don’t have to, Huddy. I’ll stop,” he says sincerely, adding with a smirk, “But, to be clear, stopping is also the last thing I want to do with how fucking good you feel inside of me.” Hudson looks intensely into Connor’s eyes, gaze lustful, and Connor pulls him into a kiss. “Okay?” he asks assuredly, and Hudson nods at him, murmuring back “Okay.”
“I’m sorry I put you on the spot, Huddy. I should have asked you first,” Connor adds with sincerity, regret creeping in. He places a hand on Hudson’s cheek and sweeps his thumb back and forth gently.
“It’s okay, Connie. I– I want–” Hudson looks conflicted about what he wants to say, so Connor gives him a little bit of space, waiting patiently. “We can talk afterward,” he dismisses quickly before he takes Connor’s mouth into a searing kiss, deep with passion. Connor hums against him.
“C’mon, Connor,” Hudson urges, throwing caution to the wind. “C’mon, want it.” Connor can’t contain his joy as he rolls his hips experimentally, and Hudson gasps.
“Mm, yeah, Huddy. You fill me up so good,” Connor says, placing a hand on Hudson’s cheek fondly, tracing his thumb back and forth across the smooth skin. Hudson looks at him, mouth slightly parted and eyes starting to glaze over before Connor kisses him almost chastely this time. He makes a small sound of approval against Hudson’s lips, pulling himself up until just the tip of Hudson’s cock is inside of him, and then he sinks back down. He does this a few times, just to hear Hudson make sweet, breathy little noises. And then he picks up the pace, setting an even rhythm once he’s satisfied, and fuck, Connor’s dick is back to leaking.
“C–” Hudson starts, stopping to gasp as his balls bounce against Connor’s plush ass, Connor putting in work to make this good for him — for both of them. “Call me your–” Hudson’s voice drops down to a whisper before he adds, “your baby.” Connor smiles at the request, slipping his hand back to Hudson’s cheek and staring back at him so, so fondly.
“Of course, my sweet baby. Anything.” Hudson moans in response, thighs clenching around Connor as Connor continues to ride him, hole fluttering and eyes falling to dazed half lids.
“Oh god, Connie–” Hudson moans, thrusting up to match Connor’s ministrations.
“Yeah, you like that sweet boy?” Connor asks, and Hudson nods vigorously, hands going to grip Connor’s hips hard.
“I like it so much. Fuck,” Hudson admits, and Connor angles his hips in just the right way and punches a moan out of himself.
“Fuck, right there,” Connor says, laboring away with his body, filling himself up so perfectly. “God, it’s so much better than my other toys,” Connor groans, and Hudson lurches forward at that, answering Connor’s groan with one of his own. “Yeah, you like that? Like being my favorite toy, baby?” Hudson bites his lip, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth, so Connor goes to kiss him deeply, slipping in his tongue messily, teeth clashing. It’s hardly coordinated, unlike the way Connor consistently bounces on Hudson’s cock, but neither of them seem to mind much when Hudson is grinding against Connor’s prostate, making his hole pulse and clench down, sucking Hudson in.
“Such a good fucking boy,” Connor says when he pulls back, huffing a bit as he says it, and Hudson whines, eyes starting to look fully dazed, like his mind is on another plane. “Fuck, suck on my nipples, baby. Love it when you do that. M’so fucking sensitive there.” Hudson nods, cheeks flushed from exertion, sweat beading over his brow as he sinks down to pull one of Connor’s nipples between his teeth, rolling it there gently. Connor tilts his head back, threading his hand through Hudson’s longer hair, getting a nice handful.
Hudson alternates between sucking and licking, making Connor’s hips stutter mercilessly. “Yeah, baby. Get ‘em nice and wet. Fuck, that’s so good.” Connor can feel his balls getting heavy, can feel every drag of Hudson’s cock inside of him filling him up so damn perfectly. “Fuck,” he gasps, toes curling up where they’re tucked against the bedspread, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh god, baby,” Connor says, the thought flashing across his mind that he wishes he could lactate only so Hudson could suck on him until he got his fill. It’s enough to make him dizzy, his neglected cock weeping from where it’s trapped between his and Hudson’s abdomens. Fuck, if he keeps up like this–
“Oh,” Hudson gasps, cock twitching inside of Connor. “Oh, fuck. I think I’m gonna– Don’t stop, please. Please, fuck,” Hudson starts to babble, and Connor speeds up his movements, pushing through the pleasure pain of physical exertion even when it starts to burn in his glutes. “Oh, God. I’m–”
Connor groans, milking Hudson for all he’s worth, grinding against Hudson’s stomach on every pass of his hips until he feels his own orgasm building up to a boiling point. Right on the edge, just about to finish, Connor’s entire world zeroes in on Hudson when he mutters, “Mommy,” just like he had that first night. Suddenly, Connor is coming so hard he’s seeing stars behind his eyelids.
“Mmmm, fuck, baby. Fuuuuck,” he manages throatily, cock spurting so much fucking cum that it coats Hudson’s chest and stomach, starkly white against the dark hair of his happy trail. Hudson moans loudly as he unloads inside of Connor, hands wrapped around his bare back and just barely tracing nails over the smooth expanse of skin.
It takes a moment for them to regulate their breathing again, but when they do, they both start chuckling lightly, more breathy than anything, coming down from the intensity of whatever just happened. Connor presses his forehead against Hudson’s, his softening cock still inside of him, and Hudson sighs.
“Fuck, that just… slipped,” Hudson says quietly, but his smile is still in place.
“Well, clearly I loved it,” Connor offers honestly, going to pull himself up and off of Hudson but still staying close.
“You did?” Hudson asks like he’s surprised. Connor just nods.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to. I’ve been thinking about it.”
“You have?” Hudson asks dumbly, making Connor smile big.
“Yeah, I have.”
“And… your thoughts?”
“My thoughts are that it’s really fucking hot, dude,” he insists, and Hudson goes boneless, flopping back onto the bed. Connor follows him, cuddling into his side and swinging one leg over his. “You like being my baby?” Connor asks in a low rumble, and Hudson shakes his head in amusement, turning to look at Connor with glassy eyes.
“I think my cock actually just twitched.”
“Mm, does that mean you want to go again?” Connor asks, raising his eyebrows in question.
“No, Con. I just came so fucking hard…” Connor laughs with him, straining to catch his lips in a kiss.
“Does this mean you can call me mommy when we fuck now?”
“Yes, I can call you… Mommy,” Hudson says, the last word coming out softer than the rest. A shiver makes its way down Connor’s spine. Hudson’s just unlocked a whole new arsenal of things that are sure to turn Connor on to an unreasonable extent. “So what made you change your mind?” Hudson asks. “You said you were confused before.”
Connor smiles. “I was confused about why it made me so fucking horny, but I don’t think that part matters very much anymore to me.” Hudson nods. “Plus, you think it’s hot, and you’re hot when you’re horny.”
“Shut up,” Hudson says teasingly, giving him a small shove.
“You know what else I realized?” Connor asks after a pause, and Hudson looks at him with a softness to his gaze that seizes Connor’s heart.
“What?”
“Remember when I said that we’re soulmates?”
“Yeah, of course,” Hudson says, narrowing his eyebrows for a second trying to guess where Connor is going with this.
“I meant that, Hudson. I think you’re made for me. Because everything with us just… clicks. Even this.”
Hudson smiles at that. “Yeah, yeah it does.” Hudson leans forward to press a small peck to Connor’s lips. “I think you just might be right.”