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Hudson couldn’t help the sinking feeling that whatever peace they’d managed over their early dinner had vanished in the time it took to shower. Because when he returned, towel slung low on his hips, he found Connor already sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked soft, swallowed up in one of Hudson’s oversized hoodies, smelling faintly of the fancy hotel shower gel. But the familiarity ended there.

He’d never seen Connor so still. It was unsettling, the way his gaze stayed fixed on a spot on the carpet, eyes unfocused.

He did a quick mental inventory of the evening, replaying their dinner conversation for any missed signals. He hated dwelling on things that didn’t matter, but with Connor, it was becoming a habit. He told himself he was probably just overthinking it as he threw on some clean clothes. But when he was done and Connor still hadn’t moved, the unease returned.

"You okay?"

Connor blinked, then gave a quick, startled nod. His overgrown curls had fallen over his forehead, still slightly damp, and Hudson itched to brush them away. “I’m fine,” Connor said, a little too fast, “So, what do you want to do?"

"Whatever you want. I just want to hang out with you," Hudson said, watching him closely.  Connor still wouldn’t look up, his fingers twisting the strings of his hoodie. He looked on edge, like he was bracing for something.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you wanna hang out?"

Hudson rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”

But when Connor stayed quiet, Hudson hesitated. “Hey, you sure you're okay?” he asked again, his voice softening. "You don’t have to stay. I won't be mad."

He would have been, maybe a month ago. But things were different now. Everything had felt increasingly out of hand since they started sleeping together. Despite their talk earlier, Hudson wondered if they were finally hitting the expiry date on whatever this was supposed to be.

Actually, Francois’s here with me, so.., Connor had told him earlier, stumbling over his words, when stupidly, Hudson had asked if he was going to stay the night. It was fine. Hudson could be an adult about it. He had no intention of getting dragged into whatever was going on between them.

Connor got to his feet, hovering as if he was waiting for Hudson to point him toward the door. “Do you want me to go?” he asked, finally meeting his gaze. He worried his lip between his teeth, working it into such a pretty pink that Hudson had to tear his eyes away.

"What's with all the questions, honey?"

“Do you want me to leave? Yes or no?” Connor repeated, his eyes darting across Hudson’s face like he was searching for something.

"No. I don't want you to go, obviously," Hudson huffed. This was starting to feel like an interrogation, and he hated it.

"Then I won't," Connor said, nodding jerkily. Then nodded again, at Hudson.

He climbed back onto the bed and leaned against the headboard, his feet stretched out in a straight line. He was wearing Hudson’s favourite pair of socks. He patted the space beside him and looked up at him expectantly.

Hudson stared, baffled, before plopping himself down next to him with a deep sigh. Though he made sure to leave some space between them.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked, looking at Connor’s socked feet.

“Yeah,” Connor said softly, wiggling his toes.

It took ten minutes of scrolling and half-hearted bickering before they finally landed on something they could both agree on. They settled into the pillows as the opening credits began to roll, the blue light of the screen filling the gap between them.

"Wanna cuddle?"

Hudson looked over, surprised. Given the way the whole evening had gone, he figured something like that was off-limits. He briefly wondered if it was a peace offering or some kind of test, waiting for the catch. But when none came, he shoved the thought away with a roll of his shoulders and flopped onto his side to face him.

"Well, that’s a 'hell yes' if I ever heard one," he drawled, the accent thick and ridiculous. “Was beginnin' to think you’d never ask.”

Connor snorted. "I know you know I hate it when you do that voice."

"See, you think you know."

"Oh, I know."

"You love it."

Connor rolled his eyes, reaching over to grab the remote so he could mute the TV.

“I really, really don’t.”

“You’re obsessed.”

"You wish."

Connor was warm and solid when he curled into his side. Between the lazy trace of his hand against Hudson’s shirt and the flickering glow of the screen, the room went still. Hudson threaded his fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently. Connor let out a soft content sigh, his eyes turning glassy as he melted into the touch

"What are you doing later tonight?" he asked, his voice barely a murmur.

"Uhm..." Hudson hummed. He didn’t have anything planned. He’d been so focused on seeing Connor that he hadn’t actually thought about the after.

"Aika mentioned a bar nearby,” he said lamely. "Said something about winding down, I guess. Probably that, unless something else comes up."

There was a stretch of silence while Connor seemed to consider his response. He knew he should ask the question back, but he had no interest in what he and Francois would be up to later. He wasn't an idiot. He knew Connor wouldn’t have brought him if it wasn’t going anywhere.

Hudson felt the shift of Connor's hand before he could see it. He watched it drift lower, past Hudson’s abdomen, slow and nonchalant, while his eyes were still locked on the TV screen, blinking languidly.

Curious, Hudson bunched the hair in his fist and gave it a sharp tug. When Connor’s breath hitched, the sound went straight to his dick. He hadn’t come in days, and the want hit him all at once. Connor’s eyes were dark when he lifted his head, pupils blown, his breath shallow. Hudson looked back at him, his mind suddenly flashing with images of their naked bodies tangled together.

He shook himself, trying to clear his head, but then Connor was kissing him. His mouth was hot, and he tasted tart and fruity from the gum he’d chewed on earlier. Hudson was so used to his usual strawberry that his brain short-circuited for a few seconds. He couldn’t decide if he liked it better, but the newness of it made him pull closer, his hesitation slipping away as he shoved his tongue into Connor’s mouth.

Connor made a small, surprised sound, then scrambled up to straddle his lap. He welcomed Hudson's tongue almost desperately, moaning into his mouth like he couldn’t help himself. Hudson swallowed the sound, arms curling around his waist. Connor pawed at his shoulders before clutching at the back of Hudson’s neck as he fit their mouths together, frantic, like Hudson was going to disappear any minute.

Connor wasn’t like this. Usually, Hudson had to work for every sound, every touch. Seeing him like this, this desperate, made him wonder if this was how he was for Francois. The thought made him hesitate, and his movements slowed.

Sensing the shift, Connor pulled back, just enough to look at him. He was beautiful. He looked half-ruined already, curls everywhere, mouth red and slick with spit.

When Hudson kept watching him without a word, unsettled by where his head had gone, "Hudson…" he whispered, voice rough, before pulling Hudson's hand up to his mouth and dragged two fingers over his tongue. Hudson swore under his breath, trying to focus on the wet, hot pressure of Connor’s tongue against his fingertips.

Connor moaned as he sucked on them, his eyes fluttering close. His hand slid down to cup Hudson's length through his sweats. Hudson should find it hot, it is hot. But the rhythm of it felt too practiced, like Connor was retracing a path he’d spent all week memorizing.

Had Francois seen him like this? Maybe he’d already pulled these sounds out of him, over and over, until it all became just a habit. His skin crawled with the image.

Hudson withdrew his fingers, but Connor immediately crowded back in, seeking Hudson’s mouth clumsily. His hand became more insistent on Hudson’s cock as he rubbed him through the fabric. Hudson leaned into the kiss out of habit, moving through the motions. But when Connor's hand fumbled under his boxer briefs to take him out, his brain snapped back into the room, and he caught his wrist, pinning it in place.

"Con.." his voice came out strained. Connor looked at him like he didn’t know why there was space between them. He tried to wrench his wrist free, but when Hudson’s grip held firm, a frustrated whine slipped from his throat.

"Connie, I don't think this is a good idea.." Hudson started, closing his eyes to avoid looking at his face, or he would give in."Francois…"

"No, that's okay," Connor told him when he finally caught his breath. "Huddy, it's fine," he murmured, chasing Hudson's lips with another kiss, but Hudson braced a firm hand against his chest.

"Connor....fuck."

"I already prepped in the shower. You can just... C’mon."

He guided Hudson's hands toward his lower back, past his sweats and briefs, letting him shove both layers down until the fabric bunched together under his ass. Hudson traced a finger down the line out of reflex, felt wetness at the entrance and rubbed a finger there, finding him already open. Connor squirmed in his lap, mouth slightly opened as Hudson slid his finger inside without resistance.

"C'mon,” Connor looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “It’s been too long."

Was it? Hudson didn’t ask. It would be so easy. It would be so good. Hudson wanted to forget everything and just let his body take over, giving them both what they wanted.

But then his thoughts drifted back to last week. He couldn't shake the image of Francois having him like this already, and the reality that it would continue after tonight - indefinitely, probably. Soon, they’d be official, and Hudson would have to pretend to be okay with it just to stay in Connor’s orbit. His chest tightened. This had to stop. He needed to stop.

Moving his hands away, he gathered Connor into his arms. “Connie, listen…”

Connor's eyes searched his face, the daze still clearing from his head.

"Maybe we shouldn’t do this."

"What?"

“I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Mess up what?” Connor asked. Hudson couldn’t read the expression on his face at all, or the tone of his voice. “I told you it’s fine.”

"That’s not –" Hudson exhaled sharply, “Connor.”

Connor stared at him for a moment before hastily removing himself from his lap. His hands were trembling when he pulled his pants back up. Then he was off the bed, the mattress reclaiming its shape as he left the space.

“Connie,” Hudson caught him, clamping a hand around his forearm. Connor didn’t try to squirm out of it, but he hung his head low.

"Are you worried you won't have enough left for later?" he asked quietly, voice tight.

"What?"

"For when you leave," Connor said to the floor. "I'd hate to ruin your night."

"What are you talking about?"

Connor huffed, as if Hudson was taunting him, and finally tried to shake himself free. When Hudson didn’t let go, “Get off me,” he said weakly. It was a half-hearted struggle, so Hudson hauled him back down easily, crowding into his space, but Connor wiped at his eyes furiously, refusing to look at him.

“Connie… baby, what’s going on?”

"Don't call me that! Fucking don't."

"What? I don’t –"

"I’m not your baby. I’m not your anything,” Connor snapped, but the words ended in a sniffle. “And you... you clearly have plans with her tonight. I don't know why you’d lie to me after everything. Why you’d pretend you want to stay here with me –" he trembled, forcing a shallow breath.

"I thought we were good again,” he whispered. “That you still wanted me."

"Connor, I want you. I've always wanted you," Hudson said, the words coming out fast and honest because he didn't know what else to give him.

But Connor only looked hurt. He pulled back, twisting out of Hudson’s grasp as his breathing slowed.

"You clearly don't," he said queitly.

"I… I want to stay here with you. I don't have any plans. Aika.."

"I've seen your texts. From Yasmin,” Connor finally admitted, swallowing hard. “I'm sorry, I wasn’t... your phone was on the bed and…” he took a shuddering breath. “Huddy, I don't think I can do this. Maybe I should go."

"Can't do what?" Hudson asked, blood rushing to his ears.

Today was supposed to be their chance to set things right, even if nothing stayed the same after. He’d only just braced himself for the reality of Connor and Francois, but now the rules were changing again. It felt like Connor was pulling away for good.

"This – meeting up, spending time together.."

“That’s not fair,” Hudson shot back, the words sharp with a flare of temper he couldn't hold back anymore. “Connor, are you fucking kidding me? You cut me off. I wasn’t even allowed to call you. And now we can’t even hang out? Every time you drew a line, I sucked it up. You brought your boyfriend here and I have to pretend –”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Shut up. Because at least I can still have access to you that way. You know how hard this is for me? And now what – just because I won't touch you while you're seeing someone else, I’m the bad guy? I have to be punished for that?"

"Oh.. so that's why you didn't want to? Because I’m dirty now?"

"That's not what I said –"

“It’s exactly what you meant! You’re acting like some.. some fucking saint, but you were the one looking for pussy the minute we were apart! And you've obviously got someone lined up for tonight, too. But yeah, let's ‘hang out.’ Let’s play ‘best friends’ while you pretend you don’t know I’m fucking in love with you!”

"Connor, you dumped me! I wasn’t even allowed to talk to you while you were in your little honeymoon phase or whatever with your boyfriend in fucking Paris! So what, I’m not even allowed to be friendly with some fucking .. nobodies? Just so I don’t have to think about what you’re letting him do to you?"

"Didn't look like nobodies."

"Well. They are."

“Funny, because she sounded pretty fucking entitled for a nobody.”

"It was one time! Okay? And we didn't even fuck because we were too wasted, is that what you wanted to hear? I'm not doing it again, either. I don't care what fucking texts you think you saw."

"Was it only her?"

Hudson glared at him. The way his voice sounded, sometimes, it scraped against Hudson’s rawest nerves.

"Was it?"

"No."

"How many?"

"Another one,” Hudson said, deciding to come clean.  “In LA."

Connor didn’t flinch, but Hudson could tell it hit him hard.

"Did you sleep with her?"

"Connor…"

"Did you?"

"Yes."

Connor closed his eyes and took a slow, steadying breath.

"Fucking unbelievable,” he said, his voice dropping. “If I go through your phone right now, is she going to be there?"

"Well, yes. But –"

"But what?"

"It was nothing. It didn’t mean anything." 

"Are you going to call her again?”

"I'm not going to LA anytime soon."

"Are you going to sleep with her again?” Connor asked, pining him with a look.

"No. I won’t."

"Why not?"

"Connor –" Hudson sighed. But Connor wasn’t done.

"Because it wasn't good?"

"No."

"Then why?"

Hudson stared at him. He wondered if Connor was actually this jealous, or if he was just looking for a reason to bleed him dry. He had to know none of it mattered. He had to.

"What did you think I was letting him do to me?" Connor asked suddenly, his voice low.

"Don’t."

"No. Tell me."

Hudson exhaled roughly. The images from earlier were back, uninvited and vivid, and he couldn’t blink them away.

"No."

Connor found Hudson’s bulge again, sudden and sure, palming him roughly. His eyes were blazing with fury and desire and something else, something quiet. It left Hudson breathless. He shuffled back toward the headboard, but Connor stayed on top of him, nudging his face into Hudson’s crotch as soon as they settled, mouthing at him. When Connor finally tugged down his pants and wrapped those pink lips around the tip of his cock, he knew he was a goner.

His fingers fisted in his curls, guiding him down roughly along his shaft. Connor seemed to expect this, relaxing his jaw and swallowing him down smoothly.

"Fuck, baby," Hudson groaned. He couldn’t look away from the way Connor’s pink lips were stretching around his cock. He wanted to close his eyes and let the feeling wash over him, but the girth was making Connor’s mouth looked so impossibly wide. Connor’s eyes were filled with tears when he’s gazing up at him through his eyelashes, spit started forming at the corners of his mouth, dribbling down his chin. He followed the rhythm Hudson set for him, his head guided by the rough, steady pull on his curls.

“You’re so good at this,” Hudson murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He watched the blush spread across Connor’s cheeks and up to the tips of his ears, enjoying the wrecked look on his face for a few minutes before pulling him off.

Holding himself in one hand, he pressed the tip of his cock across Connor's lips. His tongue darted out to get a taste, but Hudson pulled back, teasingly tapping his length against his flushed cheek. But it wasn’t long before Connor was shooting him an impatient look, letting out a loud huff.

Hudson let him simmer in it for a moment, enjoying it, before he relented, feeding himself back into his mouth. Connor fisted a hand around the base, his cheeks hollowing as he took over the rhythm, languid and deliberate. Hudson could only watch, tracing a thumb along the corner of Connor’s mouth, feeling the skin stretch taut against his cock.

"That's not the only place you want it in you though, right baby?" He muttered, watching for his reaction.

Connor paused, then gave a small shake of his head.

"Come on, show me."

Connor’s eyes flicked up in annoyance. He didn’t stop working his throat, taking him even deeper, like he was proving a point. Cursing under his breath, Hudson grabbed a fistful of his hair and tried to yank him back, but Connor resisted, determined to take every inch. Their scramble made him choke, finally forcing him to let the cock slip out his mouth. His eyes were red and teary as he wiped the spit from his chin with the back of his hand, glaring at Hudson. “Asshole,” he muttered, but his other hand stayed put, stroking him absently.

“What I was saying,” Hudson retorted, unable to help himself.

Connor shot him an unimpressed look and pinched him, right at the slit, making Hudson let out a startled yelp.

“Ow! Are you trying to make me cum?” he joked, even as he was still wincing, coaxing Connor’s hand away.

“Come on. Clothes off.”

They stripped in record time, tossing their clothes onto the carpet.

He pushed Connor down onto the bed, settling between his legs and nipped at the sensitive skin under his jaw, scraping his teeth down his throat and soothing them again with his tongue. Connor fisted his hair, his head rolling to the side as he bucked his hips for friction. Ignoring him, Hudson moved down to his nipples. He licked them wet then sucked hard, pinching them between his fingers until Connor writhed against the mattress.

He enjoyed the stifled noises Connor made for a while, before finally slipping his hand down to give him a few deliberate pumps. Connor spread his thighs wider, bucking up into the tight circle of his fist. Hudson pinched at the soft skin of his inner thigh, making him hiss, then dipped lower, inching his thumb toward his wet taint.

Connor went still when he rubbed over his hole. Hudson looked up to find him staring down with bleary eyes, propped up on his elbows and breathing hard. He eased a finger inside, then a second, finding no resistance, Connor had apparently been very thorough earlier. He hooked his fingers deep, stretching the slick walls before wiggling in a third. Connor looked beautiful like this, rocking back against his hand with his mouth open and thighs spread wide, miles of smooth skin on display.

"Huddy," Connor shuddered. "I need –"

"What do you need, baby boy?" Hudson asked, desperate to hear it.

“You,” Connor choked out. “C’mon.”

Hudson leaned down to press a quick kiss to the center of Connor’s chest, unable to help himself, before his eyes flickered toward the nightstand drawer. He started to reach, his hand hovering as he realized he didn’t have condoms, but Connor’s fingers laced through his, dragging his hand toward his chest.

“Hey,” he said, waiting until Hudson met his eyes. "We don't need it."

The words hung there until the room went dead quiet. Hudson was a talker, he usually had a comeback for everything, but right now, for the life of him, he couldn’t find it. Everything in him froze, the air suddenly stale in his lungs.

Hudson had never done it bare. He’d had plenty of girlfriends, but he’d never let things get that far, it was a level of serious he just didn’t touch. He’d thought about it with Connor in the beginning, mostly just to see how he would react, but he’d never actually meant to go through with it. Now though, with the way Connor was looking at him, it was nearly impossible not to imagine what it would feel like. What it meant. He wondered if it was another test, some game Connor had cooked up for a reason he didn't know yet.

He must have been taking too long, because Connor crumbled. He looked away, his face turning a hot, blotchy red. “You don’t have to,” he said quietly, his gaze fixed on the wall. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Hey – no. It’s not that. It’s..”

“Forget it. It was a stupid thing to say,” Connor cut in, huffing out a tight laugh.

“I get tested regularly though, I’m clean.” Hudson said, surprising himself.

“Me too.”

Hudson stared at him, letting the thought settle.

“You want to do it without?”

“It’s okay,” Connor said, still not looking at him. “We don’t have to.”

"No,” Hudson insisted. “Tell me what you want."

"I just… I want to feel you," Connor told him, his voice small as he curled into himself.

“Then let’s do it,” Hudson said, already distracted, as he reached off the side of the bed to snag the small bottle from the nightstand. He shoved a pair of pillows under Connor’s hips, then folded Connor’s legs back toward his chest.

He flicked the bottle open, slathering a ridiculous amount of lube over his cock. Connor was always too tight at first, it never hurt to be thorough. As he worked, his thumb rubbed over the snake tattoo on the top of Connor’s foot for a brief second, a mindless habit, before he tossed the bottle away. He gave himself a few strokes to take off the edge, enjoying the way Connor watched the movement, unblinking and hungry. His other hand thumbed lazily at the wet hole, pleased with the way it fluttered prettily under his touch.

"This what you wanted?” he asked, nudging his cock against his hole. “This what you stayed for?”

Connor bit his lip, blinking up at him. “I stayed for you,” he said quietly.

He couldn’t get tired of it, the sight of Connor's hole trying to accommodate him. There was something sweet about it. Connor whined low in his throat, clutching at the sheets.

"Hold on… here, open yourself for me."

Hudson leaned back to guide Connor’s hands downward, but Connor grabbed at Hudson’s cock first, stroking him like he couldn’t help himself. They both watched the shaky flick of Connor’s wrist for a moment before Connor finally slid his hands lower. He hooked his fingers into his skin, pulling himself open to make it easier for Hudson to push in.

"Yes. Like that, baby. You're so hot."

His vision blurred from how tightly Connor squeezed around him as he guided himself in, pushing past the resistance inch by inch. Connor touched the spot where they were joined, breath hitching. He stopped when he was halfway in, pulling back a little then pushing in again, fucking him in short, shallow thrusts to give Connor time to adjust and stretch out. When he felt a little more give, he went deeper, pushing more length inside.

"Baby, relax," he murmured, frowning down at the tight grip Connor had on him. Connor dragged in a breath that made his whole body shake, then let it out slowly. His muscles yielded and Hudson finally slid home. It was almost too much. The heat, the wetness and the way Connor squeezed around evry inch of him. But It was perfect.

"Fuck," Connor gasped, fingers digging into his own abdomen as if he could feel Hudson through his skin.

Hudson looked up at his flushed face, "Good?"

"Yes. Fuck. Just…" Connor swallowed hard, his eyes unfocused.

“Tell me.”

“It’s.. a lot.”

“Too much?”

“No,” Connor managed, his voice thick. “’s good.”

At those words, Hudson pulled back, making him feel the drag, before burying himself back in, fucking him roughly. Connor’s head hit the pillow, a sound caught in his throat as Hudson snapped his hips in quick, hard thrusts. Hudson could feel the lube slicking the skin between them, making a wet, squelching sound that filled the quiet of the room.

When Connor’s legs started to drop, he leaned down to catch them and hooked them into the crook of his elbows, slowing his hips to the deep, heavy grind he knew Connor liked. Connor's breath stuttered, his body arching off the bed with his eyes squeezed shut.

"Always sweet for me," he murmured, enjoying the way Connor was squeezing around him with every push.

Connor's eyes fluttered open, gazing up at him through half-lidded lashes.

"Yeah?" he responded, uncharacteristic. His hands came up to feel Hudson's stomach, tracing the muscles there, his palms hot against his skin.

"Of course, baby. You’re so good for me."

"You love fucking me?" he clenched around him as he said it, the pressure making Hudson's head swim. He wanted to devour him whole, it was heart wrenching, the way Connor made him feel.

"So much."

"Was it this good when you were fucking her?"

 "No."

His reached up to cup Hudson’s face, thumbing his cheek. "Do I feel better?"

"Of course." Connor kept clenching around him. It was too much, Hudson couln't get enough of it, couldn't think.

"Tell me," Connor whispered.

"Tight," Hudson breathed out, his voice cracking. "Fuck, baby…"

"Yeah? Does this feel better?"

"Fuck. Yes. Yes, better. I love fucking you so much,"

"Better than anyone?" Connor pushed, his voice a mix of desperate and demanding.

"Fuck.." Hudson slumped forward, his forehead dropping against Connor’s shoulder.

"Is it your favourite?"

It was almost laughable that he even had to ask. Sex felt good, yeah; a dripping wet pussy felt great, an easy enough fix when he needed it. But there was something about Connor. The way he looked at him, sometimes, like he couldn’t quite believe Hudson was something real. It was addicting.

Hudson pulled back just enough to look at him, his hand closing around Connor’s neck,  slamming his hips in a relentless pace, rough enough to make him feel every thrusts. Connor's eyes snapped closed again, tears slowly spilling out and trickling down his temples.

 "Look at me," Hudson ordered, squeezing lightly around his throat. Connor looked up, his eyes filled with tears.

"The best fucking thing I’ve ever felt," he breathed, fucking in roughly. “My favorite.” He pulled back, then slammed home again. He tightened his grip on his throat, watching him closely, cutting off Connor’s breath for a few seconds. When he finally loosened his hold, he watched the sudden rush of oxygen hit Connor, sending him into that familiar daze. "Better than anyone," he breathed. Connor’s head dropped back, gasping Hudson’s name.

Hudson leaned in, taking in the sight. The flush had spread from Connor’s neck down to his chest, turning the skin a deep, dark pink. His cock bounced against his stomach with every thrust, neglected, as Connor’s hands came up to dig into Hudson’s arms, his nails leaving crescent moons in the skin.

He had to slow down, Connor felt too good, and the sight of pleasure washing over him was pushing Hudson toward the edge. He leaned back to catch his breath, shifting his weight on his knees. He decided he wanted Connor face-down, he wanted to see him pinned against the bed, taking him from behind.

"Huddy."

"I know, baby. Can you flip over for me?"

Without waiting for a response, he helped Connor roll over, his hands sure and steady as he pushed him chest-down against the bed, pulling at his hips up until he was arched and open, his big, round ass propped up in the air for Hudson to take again.

Connor was glaring back at him over his shoulder, but Hudson paid him no mind. He nudged Connor’s legs wider, settling into the space between them to sink his fingers into Connor’s ass, watching the skin yielded against his touch. It wasn’t Connor’s favorite position, Hudson knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to care while he was looking his fill. The ratio between his narrow waist and the heavy, rounded curve of his ass was absurd.

"You have no idea how fucking hot you look like this," Hudson told him, voice thick.

Connor's glare softened. He dropped his head, burying his face into the pillows, and arched his back up just a little higher. He shifted, wiggling in a clumsy sort of invitation, his weight settling back toward Hudson.

"Goddamn," Hudson muttered, not even trying to hide how much he was staring.

He spread the cheeks and lined himself up again. He knew Connor preferred being on his back, because he was a romantic at heart, all about the skin-on-skin and the eye contact and all that, but he always gave in. Like right now, pushing back greedily onto Hudson’s cock as they fell back into the same steady, relentless pace.

The view was absolute filth. Hudson’s eyes were glued to the spot where he disappeared inside him over and over again, his hands locked onto Connor’s waist to anchor him against the weight of every thrust, drawing out broken sounds that were muffled against the pillows. Unable to help himself, Hudson brought one hand up and slapped him hard, watching the skin turned red. Connor cried out at the sting, and his rhythm slipped, unable to keep up.

"You like that,” Hudson muttered, watching him. “You love this so much Connie."

Hudson spanked him over and over, until all the skin there was a bright angry red. Connor let out a stream of swears that grew louder with every hit, his face pressed deep into the pillows, tears and drool soaking the fabric. He was a complete mess, and Hudson loved him so much for it.

He made a protesting noise when Hudson pulled out, but Hudson was already grabbing him, hauling him over onto his back to see his face.

"I hate you," Connor told him. He was a mess of sweat and tears, skin flushed pink, damp curls sticking to his forehead. His eyes flicked down, watching Hudson’s cock with parted lips, breathing hard.

"Liar," Hudson murmured, leaning down to press a thumb against his cupid's bow. Connor lips parted wider as it dipped into his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling at him. He moved to knuckle Connor’s flushed cheek, watching his eyes fluttered closed.

"You're so beautiful," he told him, because it was true. Hudson’s hand trailed down to his chest, pinching a pebbled nipple before squeezing his firm pecs with both hands. Connor let him for a while, squirming a little, before finally drawing his knees up to his chest so Hudson could take a look. He held the position, knowing by now that Hudson loved it when he didn’t hold back, even when he was embarrassed.

His hole was red and swollen, stretched so thoroughly that it was gaping a little. Hudson watched it with a sick sort of pride, before fitting his length between the cheeks. The head caught slightly against the hole every time he dragged himself upward, sliding wetly against him. He knew it was driving Connor crazy, but he couldn’t help but stalling anyway. He wanted to stay here forever. In this bed, with Connor under him, open and wanting.

"Stop teasing," Connor scolded him predictably. Never able to deny him anything, Hudson pushed inside again, the wet hole now accepting him easily without any resistance. He pushed back the hair falling into his eyes and dragged a hand down his face to wipe the sweat away.

"You're so hot," Connor whispered, looking up at him with a pleased expression.

"Yeah? Tell me."

"I love your cock so much," Connor told him, arching up to meet his every thrust. "I love feeling you. Please don’t stop."

"Yeah?" Hudson gritted out, the room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the steady slap of skin on skin. "Take it, baby."

"Do I feel good? Does my body feel good?"

"So good, baby. Fuck... you feel so good... too good."

"Close... Huddy. I'm so close, fuck, baby, please."

"I’ve got you. Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good."

Connor didn't hesitate, wrapping a hand around himself to stroke as he pulled Hudson closer by the back of his neck.

"Yeah. That's it, Connie. Don’t hold back."

"Kiss me."

Hudson bent down clumsily to give him a wet, sloppy kiss, which Connor could barely reciprocate. He panted into Hudson's mouth, legs locked around his hips, toes curling as he held on for dear life while Hudson hammered him into the mattress.

"You feel so fucking good," Hudson grunted, pressing his forehead against Connor’s. "Look at me. I've got you."

"Hudson... oh god, oh god-" Connor clenched down hard and started coming after a few more thrusts, spilling over his fingers and stomach. He moaned into Hudson’s mouth, chasing his tongue and sucking on it as Hudson fucked him through his climax.

Hudson slowed his pace as Connor’s arm slowly slipped from his neck. He dipped into the column of Connor’s throat, unable to help himself, sucking at the skin there while Connor slowly came back to himself.

“You sound so good when you come,” Hudson told him, licking at the bruise skin. Connor hated being marked, so he would probably get scolded for it later, but he couln't find it in himself to care. He watched as Connor blinked his eyes open, slow, like he was reluctant to make the effort. But when he met his gaze, his eyes were clear.

"Too much?"

"It’s okay. Keep going."

Never look a gift horse in the eye - or whatever the saying was. Hudson didn't need to be told twice, he picked up his pace again, burying his face into the crook of Connor's neck, inhaling a mix of warm skin and something crisp and cottony from the shower.

"Tell me," he pleaded, mindlessly chasing his release now, hips driving with a single focus. Connor was pliant underneath him, the oversensitivity had to be bordering on painful, but he was taking Hudson like a champ. He felt even more incredible like this. "Lie to me. Tell me he’s never..."

"Hudson..." Connor said, pulling him up just enough to lean their foreheads together. "It's only you. He never had me... not like this."

Hudson wanted to believe it so badly it hurt. His eyes burned, and he quickly ducked his head, hiding against Connor’s neck again, hips faltering. He brought his hand up to cradle the back of Connor’s head, his thumb pressing against the line of his jaw.

"You’re mine."

"I'm yours," Connor whispered, voice soft.

"Fuck... baby. My baby..."

"Yes, baby..  make it yours. Give me everything."

Hudson's vision whited out as Connor clenched down on his cock greedily, milking him for all he was worth. He pushed himself up weakly to look down where they were joined, watched his cum seeping out of Connor’s hole as he kept going, pushing it back in, until he couldn’t anymore.

"Fuck."

The rest of the world fell away as he collapsed hard on top of Connor, his ears humming with static. By the time he came to, he felt Connor’s hands running soothing circles on his back. "That’s it, baby. You have me," he heard him murmur softly.

He enjoyed the bliss for what must have been a few minutes before he heaved himself up. He pulled himself out carefully, then folded Connor's legs up to see the damage. His cum trickled down the crack, and there was a lot of it. Hudson gathered the mess with his fingers, swiping it back toward the opening even as Connor clenched to force out more. "Fuck... I wish I could get you pregnant for real," he mumbled, unable to look away.

"Shut up," Connor grumbled, even as a fresh wave of heat climbed his neck. "Are you going to keep staring?”                                                                                                                

“Why do you hate me?”

“Fucking perv.”

"Only for you," Hudson shot back, lowering Connor's legs and flopping down beside him. When Connor leaned in for a kiss, he met him halfway, nipping at his bottom lip.

"So. Was it better?"

"Yeah. Everything was.. I’ve never. I didn’t know."

"What? Never? Like, not once?"

"Nope."

"Huddy, you're kidding," Connor chuckled breathlessly, clearly disbelieving but sounding pleased.

"I'm really not. You're my first, Connie," Hudson teased, reaching out to pinch his cheek. Connor swatted his hand away out of reflex.

"You're so full of shit. I literally can't believe a word you say," Connor said, turning onto his side. He didn't resist when Hudson mirrored his position and pulled him close.

“I’m a saint. I literally don't even know how to lie.”

"Your nose is going to start growing any minute now."

Hudson reached out, his thumb brushing over the dark mark on Connor’s throat. He’d really done a number on him. Connor’s hand flew up to cover the spot, his eyes narrowing.

"Wait…did you? Hudson, is that a hickey?"

"Maybe," Hudson said, already regretting the impulse to touch it.

"I have a meeting tomorrow!" Connor groaned, though he didn't pull away. He gave him an exasperated look. "I'm gonna have to cover it up. It’s annoying."

“Sorry,” Hudson muttered. Connor didn’t look like he believed him, but he stayed silent as Hudson's hand trailed down his back. Hudson gave him a quick squeeze that drew a sharp breath from him, before dipping lower, his fingers tracing the line of his entrance, playing with the slick there until Connor squirmed.

"You realize I’m gonna be picturing this everytime I’m jerking off?"

Connor stayed quiet for a long moment, his face softening as he searched Hudson’s eyes.

"We can do it again, if you want."

"What, right now?"

"Fuck off. You know what I meant. Like, in the future." 

Hudson’s heart clenched. He didn’t see how that was possible with Francois in the picture. He swallowed, then barked out a tight laugh. Connor flinched at the sound, so he rushed to speak again.

"I want to."

"Okay," Connor breathed.

"What about..." He trailed off, noticing how Connor went still, eyes bright, as the air between them turned thick. Hudson shook his head. Stupid. "Never mind,” he said, getting to his feet. “You stay right here, okay? I’ll get you cleaned up."

Connor nodded, his eyes drifting.

He came back with a warm towel and wiped Connor down carefully. Connor watched him, his body going limp as Hudson moved him around to get him clean. When he was done, Hudson picked up his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. He grabbed his vape from the bedside table and settled next to him. He took a quick hit and tipped his head back, glancing at the sensor on the ceiling before exhaling low into the sheets.

He wondered if Connor was itching to leave now that the sex was over – the one thing he’d seemingly wanted from Hudson tonight. He couldn't shake the feeling that Connor had only stayed to soften the blow, a final act of mercy before he inevitably pulled away for good.

He never had me… not like this.

Connor had sounded so sincere, but Hudson wondered if he only heard it that way because he’d begged for the lie. Or if it was just a technicality – using the barebacking to validate the words. A perfect loophole, so Connor could give him his mercy and keep his honesty, too.

He glanced over and found Connor watching him silently, propped up on one elbow. He held out the vape in a silent offer, but Connor gave a small, dismissive shake of his head. Connor pushed himself up then, the mattress shifting as he leaned over the edge to hook his briefs and sweats from the floor. Hudson took another drag, admiring the scatter of moles across his back and the angry pink of his ass as he pulled them on with an efficient sort of grace.

He wanted to say something.

Are you leaving, are you going back to him? What’s gonna happen when you get there. Are you done with me?

But the words wouldn’t come. He exhaled a thin, cherry-scented cloud instead, watching it curl into the silence.

“Hudson,” Connor started, his knees hitting the mattress as he sank down beside him. He looked smaller somehow, his shoulders drawn in as if to take up less space.

“Do you want me to go?" he asked quietly, in the same way he had earlier, only now there was something devastating about the way he said it.

Hudson looked at him. He tracked the shallow, careful way he was breathing; the way his hands stayed knotted in his lap. His gaze lingered there, on the slight tremor in his fingers.

Something tightened in his throat. Abruptly, he was certain he finally understood what Connor was really asking.

"Can you stay?” he breathed, feeling lighter than he had all night. “I'd like you to stay, please."

Connor met his gaze, something flickering in his eyes before a tentative smile spread across his lips.

"Okay."

"Yeah?" Hudson asked, wanting to hear it again.

"Yeah,” Connor whispered. “I'll stay."