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Hudson paces around his apartment, waiting for Connor to return from Canadian Tire. Despite them stocking up on everything they’d thought they’d need mere hours before, Hudson had soon realised he’d forgotten something really important.
Beef. Oh, and lube.
Fuck.
They’d been really fucking careless. Hudson knew it in the pap pictures he’d seen of them the day before. The way he looked at Con hid absolutely fucking nothing. He knew his team would be livid. They’d been trying to reshape the narrative away from ‘Hudcon’ and them being akin to a bonded pair. Hudson didn’t want his or Con’s opportunities to be limited because of any speculation regarding a romantic relationship. They’d worked too long and too fucking hard for that. But, again, it was Con. Hudson wasn’t fucking weak for that man.
So, when he’d seen Con yesterday after a month apart, jet-lagged and exhausted and completely overworked, he had melted into his arms. But Hudson really couldn’t help but let go when he was with Con. He had a way of making him feel light, even when things had been feeling so fucking heavy lately. Even after his European vacation, it all felt like work. Especially with the constant and fucking relentless harrassment and the tabloids making him look like a fucking asshole.
Hudson sprawls out on the couch wearing only his denim cut offs, stretching out as his hand tucks into his waistband. It was fucking hot out, but he couldn’t be bothered changing. He knew that when Con got home it wouldn’t matter, they’d probably have to shower soon after that, anyway.
He scrolls on his phone, waiting for confirmation from Leilanai that the Skin1004 campaign has gone live. It had been so much fun being in Korea, the food, the team, the films. Plus the opportunity to connect with his culture and a skincare brand he loved. And of course, the fucking pay-check. His mom was so fucking proud. And he couldn’t wait for Con to see the photos when he got back. He breaths, having approved them but it being so quick he barely remembering what they were like.
He couldn’t help but feel serious pride whenever he was given a fashion or modelling opportunity. Hudson had always considered himself a pretty regular looking dude, and while he new objectively he was pretty, he was not Connor pretty. Well, at least he didn’t think he was before. With Connor whispering in his ear that he was his pretty baby constantly, Hudson thinks he might be becoming converted.
Hudson hears the click of the electronic lock and the door shift behind him as Con steps inside.
“Fuck, it’s so hot out there, baby. You owe me…” Connor sounds puffed as he joked, Hudson standing up to see him pop the red plaid bag on the kitchen counter. “You really had to make me pick up fucking lube? Jesus, Hud. People are gonna talk.”
“Like you give a fuck what anyone thinks. It’s not like you see any of it,” He said dismissively, moving towards Connor with purpose, now, admiring the swell of his thick arms in his dark grey ripped singlet.
“I do give a fuck baby. Because I know how it affects you,” Connor’s arms come out, inviting Hudson into a hug. He’s sweaty from the warmth of the Canadian sun. Hudson licks his lips as he sinks into him, breathing in his scent as he licks at his shoulder, kissing it delicately as Connor growls a little, tugging at Hudsons’ hair.
“Fuck, I missed you Papi.”
“I know, baby, But I’m here now. Five months of this. Of just us…”
He feels Connor’s fingers brushing down his back, Hudson hears himself whine needily and Connor laughs darkly. “Fuck, that little noise Huddy.”
“Ugh, shut up!” Hudson whines, but laughs, because he is a fucking slut for Connor and he can’t even deny it.
At that moment, Hudson hears his phone ping from the coach and runs to grab it, hoping it’s the campaign pictures. He’s desperate to show Con.
Connor laughs, opening the bag and placing the 1 litre lube on the kitchen island before putting the two kilograms of beef into the fridge for later.
“Fuck, Connie! They’re here. Hang on!”
Connor glides over, and holds his hand out, reaching for Hudson’s so he can see what the fuss is about. Hudson opens the email from Leilani, getting up the attachments to show his man proudly.
He pulls up his favourite one first, the one of his doe eyes gazing directly into the camera as he holds the Madagascar Centella Ampoule Oil. He watches as Connor’s eyes light up, scrolling through the pictures, zooming. “Fuck, baby. You are so pretty. Wow, your eyes in this one. Fuck.”
Connor looks dazed, as he bites his lip. “Wait…” he squints.
Hudson looks over at him. “What?”
“Your little scar on your cheek? They photoshopped it.”
“What? No. They didn’t tell me that,” Hudson argued, quickly zooming on his right cheek to see if it were true. “Fuck. Assholes. Well.. No, we did approve them. I guess I didn’t notice.”
“Baby, these photos are so hot. I just… I love your little scar. It’s so you. I hate that they thought they needed to edit it out.”
Hudson feels a furious pink rise to his cheeks as they stood next to each other, he can feel Connor’s opposing weight and height next to him, matching him in every way. Their energy crackles around them, as he feels Connor’s fingers stroking up his arm reassuringly. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. You look like a fucking supermodel. As always.”
“Well, I hate the scar anyway. But Aika said there’s nothing she can do to fade it, so I guess I just accepted it. The pics are hot, anyway,” Hudson shrugs his shoulders, turning to grip Connor’s shoulders. Connor turns at the same time, stilling him by placing one hand on his waist gripping firmly and the other on the hinge of his jaw.
“Baby, the pics are so hot. But, we talked about this. You are perfect just as you are, Huddy. Say it with me,” Connor smiles, stealing a kiss from Hudson’s lips as he smiles behind it.
“Please, Con. Fuck.”
“I’m not stopping until you do,” Connor’s soft voice whispers in his ear, tickling at it before he licks up his throat. Hudson feels himself shiver. Connor’s voice sounds more seductive than it probably should at 11am, but Hudson finds everything he does seductive. It’s actually fucking rude and makes his brain scramble at the most embarrassing times.
That was part of the reason he could never contain himself in any press. His mind just scrambled around that man.
Connor grabs his clammy hand, still wet with sweat from their huge walk, as he takes him in front of the sprawling mirror in their bedroom. “Say it,” Connor commands, standing behind Hudson. Hudson’s head falls onto his shoulder, Connor’s breath tickles at his throat. “Come on, you can do it baby.”
Hudson feels his heart-rate picking up as he stares at them in the mirror, the fading light of the day casting orange shadows across the sprawling bedroom.
“Fuck, fine,” Hudson whines brattily. “Please, don’t make me.”
Connor’s mouth finds Hudson’s ear, taking it into his mouth as Hudsons’ legs threaten to collapse underneath him. “Fuck. You.”
Connor withdraws. “Say it and I’ll fuck you right now.”
Hudson’s mind empties, because they were all sweaty and fucking hot and he hadn’t really prepared that day, but he knew Connor wouldn’t care. A dark smile appears on Hudson’s face and Connor catches in the mirror, as his hand roams over Hudson’s chest. “You’re so fucking predictable.”
Hudson bites his lip. “Fuck. Whatever,” he breathes out, trying not to feel embarrassed. “I’m perfect, just as I am.”
Connor spins him, locking eyes together as he rips at Hudsons’ hair close the the scalp. “Fuck, you’re such a good boy, Huddy. When you’re not being a fucking brat. Which… granted is most of the time,” Connor laughs darkly.
“You fucking love it.”
Their mouths collide together, tongues fighting for dominance as their legs move underneath them before Hudson falls on the bed, taking Connor’s thick body with him. Connor catches himself, arms straining as they continue to kiss frantically. Hudson is so fucking hard in his denim shorts that it hurts. “Fuck, Huddy,” Connor grinds his cock into his, both of their denim shorts far too much fabric between them.
“Fuck, want you so bad,” Hudson whines desperately.”
“You have no fucking idea. Every fucking day, every photo, fuck. I hate being away from you,” Connor sighs possessively, sucking a mark into Hudson’s neck that they absolutely will not be able to take back later. Hudson decides he doesn’t care. It happened in New York, people will say shit even if there’s nothing to say. Even if there was something to say, which the public didn’t know.
“And this,” he kisses Hudson’s check, “silly,” he kisses it again, “little,” another kiss, “mark.”
“The world wants to see it, not have it photoshopped away.”
Hudson smiles, unable to help himself, before Connor kisses his neck so chastely that he shivers, grasping at Connor’s belt and undoing it as Connor’s tongue darts out to meet his again. Hudson finally rips out the belt, throwing it so hard it hits the wall as they both laugh at the desperation of it. He yanks his pants and Calvin’s down, revealing his thick cock, a bead of precome glistening on the end that Hudson runs a finger through and enters it into his mouth.
“Fuck, Connie.”
Connor’s tongue leaves Hudson’s mouth and moves down his thick chest. “Fuck, you’re so thick, baby. I fucking love this. So fucking beautiful,” He shakes his head in disbelief.
“You can fucking talk.”
“I mean, I didn’t put on 20kg. Fuck you look so good. Even better. I don’t know how that’s even possible,” Connor laughs, moving to tug Hudson’s shorts off.
Connor moves his body to press into Hudson’s. Hudson feels his wet cock rubbing against Connor’s, wondering for a second how they could that this. How it was real after all this time and all this sneaking around and pretending that they were best friends and not star-crossed lovers just trying to make it in a world that wasn’t really to accept them as individuals.
Their breaths reverberate around the room, as the sound of their thick cocks rubbing together becomes too much, “Jesus, Con. Fuck.”
“Fuck. Do you want me to fuck you?” Connor, pulls back, panting as he kisses Hudson’s cherry red lips.
Hudson’s hand strokes Connor’s cheek and slaps it lightly, “Is that a question?”
Connor laughs, “Hey, sometimes we switch it up!”
“Well, not today… I just—I want to feel you,” Hudson struggles, hands feeling the firm of Connor’s trapezius muscles straining above him, the lick of his sweat-soaked skin smelling fucking divine against his body.
“It’s okay, baby. I love fucking you,” He kisses Hudson on the nose, scooping an arm under his thick waist and moving him into the middle of the super-king bed, before pushing his thighs back without hesitation.
“Fuck, you smell so good, baby,” Connor breathes against Hudson’s thick thighs, still sweaty from their walk. Connor’s hair smells of cigarettes and sex and fucking coconut. Everything Hudson loves about him.
Hudson whines, “Please, Connie.”
Connor laughs against his skin as he pushes one of Hudson’s thighs to the left and pulls the other so it’s over his shoulder. Hudson feels the hot press of Connor’s tongue against his rim, circling and teasing him. He remembers the first time it had happened, his first time being eaten out like that, way back after they’d only known each other for a couple of weeks. Connor had been so insatiable, and he wasn’t shy about sex or how attracted to Hudson he was, so one thing had quickly led to another.
Now, it was so much more than that.
Hudson feels himself loosening under Connor’s experienced tongue, lapping at his hole as Hudson whimpers, “Fuck, Con, more.”
Connor enters the tip of his tongue softly, as Hudson’s hips buck. Connor’s hand finds his cock, pumping him softly as he eats him out, making the most delicious noises like he is eating his favourite meal and not Hudson’s ass.
He throws Connor the almost empty lube on their side table as he squirts some onto his fingers. “So needy, baby. But so pretty, as whiny underneath my tongue.”
“Fuck. Hurry up.”
Connor laughs, slicking up his fingers as he doesn’t go softly, entering two into him quickly and curving them around as Hudson cries out and arches. “You said to hurry, sorry baby,” Connor smirks. He makes quick work of opening Hudson up, Hudson is noisy, they’re loud and messy and fucking insane for each other. Neither of them pretend otherwise, anymore.
Connor takes Hudson’s thick and leaking cock into the back of his throat, never gagging, working him so deliciously that Hudson is so close to coming without even being fucked. “Jesus, Con—wait.”
Connor comes off with a pop as he laughs, continuing to fuck Hudson’s ass with his fingers.
“You’re so loose and ready now baby. Turn around.”
Hudson turns, grabbing a pillow to put under his stomach and prop his ass in the air as Connor whacks it firmly before biting into the meat. Connor taps in between his thighs, as he parts them wider, spreading himself on his needs and arching his back. “Fuck, your ass is so juicy baby. I’m glad we got that extra beef. More to hang onto.”
“Fuck me, please,” is all Hudson can manage as he turns around to watch Connor, his thick abdominal muscles flexing as he lines up with him.
“Missed fucking you every day, baby.”
“Me, too Papi. Making up for lost time,” Hudson whines desperately.
He feels the tip of Connor’s thick length press against his rim as he gasps, “Holy fuck,” before he feels him sinking in, stretching him.
“Jesus, Hud. So tight, baby.”
“It’s because it’s only for you,” Hudson breathes, as Connor starts moving. It’s agonisingly slowly, drawing out whines and gasps from both of them before Connor leans to turn Hudson’s head, exposing his left cheek and licking where his pock-scar is. “Want to see this scar the whole time I fuck you. It’s so beautiful, baby.”
“Fuck, I love you,” Hudson breathes, as Connor bends to lap at his mouth and neck, picking up the pace.
He grinds in and out of Hudson, Hudson’s whole body shivers, watching as Connor fucks into him, his hair wild and face contorted. Connor’s hand plants firmly at the base of Hudson’s spine, holding him into place as he sinks deeper. Hudson cries out, feeling Connor’s balls slap against his skin. “Jesus, fuck,” he ruts into the mattress. “Gonna come, papi.”
“Oh fuck, Huddy. Fuck,” Connor picks up his pace, moving with relentless precision now as he sinks in and out of Hudson’s hole, their sweaty bodies making unholy noises in the apartment they would share for the next five months. Five months of bliss, and fucking, and practicing lines. And more fucking.
Hudson feels himself moving closer as Connor’s arms wrap around his thick waist, turning him over in a smooth motion, pushing one of his thighs to the left and wrapping the other over his shoulder as he sinks into him, nose to nose. “I love you, Connie,” Hudson whimpers, his body vibrating as his cock leaks desperately into Connor’s belly.
“Fuck, baby. I love you so much,” Connor breathes into Hudson’s mouth, reaching for his cock as he drives into him with so much force it fucking hurts in the most delicious way.
“Oh fuck, Con, I’m—” but the rest of the words were lost of his tongue as Connor sucks it, Hudson comes with fury in Connor’s hand and over the both of their bellies, as Connor continues fucking him relentlessly, Hudson watches Connor’s mouth form a deep ‘o’ as he ruts into Hudson.
“Jesus, Hud, fuck.”
“Come in me, Papi. Please,” Connor doesn’t wait, sinking in for a final thrust before spilling hot come inside of him as their foreheads rested together, breathing as one as their heartbeats mingled.
“Holy fuck,” Hudson’s voice was shaky. “I know,” Connor agrees.
They kiss languidly as the sun sets behind them, looking forward to the next five months of being together and knowing it will be absolutely fucking perfect.