man of iron

[hudsonofiron]

ironcalvin​:

Calvin enjoyed every second and every touch that Hudson was giving him, he clearly knew what he was doing he was just apparently a little timid or something. “I’ll be want to baby, but i’ll tone it down.” he rolled his drunken eyes as he watched the other tease him through his briefs. “Oh my god, why do you have to be such a tease. Calvin was already pretty aroused from the boy’s touch alone. “Fuck, Hudson. Please suck it.” 

Calvin said please, which was sweet. But getting called baby? That made his heart race and his cock throb in his black, jeans, and his palms sweaty. He wiped them on the briefs as discreetly as he could as he tugged them further down, letting the large cock flop right out and smack him in the face. He preferred that to the slap from Calvin's hand, but he'd never express that . Eyeing up at Calvin, a small smile pulled over his features. "Of course, you're hung," he scoffed, holding at his root and guiding the fat head into his mouth, a little too eagerly. Embarrassingly, he gagged on just the head, somehow it felt ten times the size when it entered his small, hungry boy mouth. Lips covered teeth, and Hudson was careful not to jerk away, just letting the gag make it wet as he pushed down upon him, tongue slapping against his underside, tasting the flavors of man.

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ironcalvin​:

The two tumbled up to his room as they mouths intertwined with one another not worrying about what the other’s in the dorm were seeing, if there were anyone here. It had seemed like everyone had gone to that stupid party. He watched as the other seemed to fumble with his pants like a fool. “Well, if that’s true your gonna show me how trying looks on you. I’m getting harder by the second.” he stated as he slapped the boy across the cheek. Calvin had a tendency to get a little rough during sex. 

Hudson got angry the moment the fat of Calvin's palm connected with his cheek. But Calvin was older, and in the frat, his big brother, so Hudson took it. "Don't be an asshole," he managed through gritted teeth, "I'm about to suck your cock." Hands worked faster, popping open his button, tearing down his zipper. Ducking forward, he lipped at the outline of his shaft through his tight, white underwear whenever girls did that to him, it always drove him wild. Tongue outlined him, Hudson was going to take his time, at least until Calvin started acting nicer. But, fuck, he smelled good, like musk and pheromones and man. Fingers gripped at the waistband of Calvin's underwear, tugging it beneath his bush, ocean eyes flashing up at him, suckling his head through fabric and submitting to the slightly older boy.

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ironcalvin​:

It was impossible for Calvin to keep his hands off of the other, his palms always travelling back to Hudson’s rear end. The continued to make out as he indulged in ever taste that the other’s mouth had to offer. It was a little bitter due to the amount of alcohol the other consumed but at this moment he didnt seem to mind it. Within moments. he lead them to the bed. “Give me this.” he commanded as he took the other’s shirt off. Calvin then shoved him down on the bed and forced the other’s head into his crotch. “Come on Hud, show me just how good and obedient you can be for me.” 

Calvin's hands kept going to his ass, kept cupping it, squeezing it, like it belonged to him. Hudson wasn't sure what to make of it, but he let the larger man pull him to his bedroom, tear off his designer button up like it didn't cost three hundred dollars, although it did kind of hurt his heart when he watched it hit the messy floor of Calvin's room. A moan did escape him, though as he was shoved back onto the unmade bed, although a part of him did wonder the last time the sheets had seen the inside of a washing machine. Brows knit together as his head was grabbed and roughly pulled to Calvin's crotch. It was obvious what he wanted, communicated like a real caveman, as well. "I've never," Hudson started mouthing, but he couldn't help but nuzzle against the hardness that hugged against the now too tight jeans. Hudson slid off the bed, and fell down, onto his knees. Staring up at Calvin, his hands slowly went to his beltline, undoing his pants slowly in a passive aggressive attempt to piss him off.

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lincole​:

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Lincoln had just finished up posting some content on a few of his pages before looking at the time and wondering how his whole afternoon got away from him. He knew that he had a shit ton of homework to do and an impossibly short time to do it if he wanted to get a proper night’s rest. Being his resourceful self he decided to text one of his classmates because two heads should get it done in half of the time, right? Scrolling through his phone he tried to decide on who might be around and who he wouldn’t actually dread spending some time with. ‘heeeeey want to come to my room and do homework together?????’ he ended up texting hudson, knowing that he liked him enough from some of the brief conversations they had before class started. ‘pretty pretty pretty please with 20 cherries on top????’ Lincoln added for some additional pressure. He plopped down on his bed while he waited to see if the other man responded, briefly considering hiding some of his filming equipment so the other didn’t raise any questions.

Hudson was still hung over from his night of chaotic intrigue with Sebastian and he couldn't help but curse as his phone vibrated him awake. Staring at the too bright screen, he sighed, ready to toss it, ready to hug his pillow and fall back asleep But then the second text came in and he couldn't say no to an offer of not one cherry, but twenty. His parents had raised him better than that, so he shot back a short text of affirmation, before brushing his teeth naked, staring at dumb Tik Toks as he tired to get the energy to throw some clothes on. The usually impeccably dressed man dressed down in sweat pants and a hoodie, a pair of well loved trainers tied firmly to his feet. Finally, he was on Lin's doorstep, looking like a hot mess with his hair not done and his hood pulled up over it. Thumbs were underneath the straps of his backpack, holding it up off of his back that was aching from laying out in a field the night before. He was too damn young to feel this old.

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian started packing away the blanket with his other belongings, folding it at first before resolving to being far too drunk for that and just shoving it in without care. “I barely induldged you for good reason, babe,” he laughed, shaking his head, “Forget having to go home and change your pants, I could make your knees so weak that you wouldn’t even be able to walk there to do so.” Once everything was packed up, he eyed the other to make sure that he was okay to head back into civilization. “You good to go?” he asked before starting their trek back, “What kind of food are you in the mood for? I’m going to consider this my cheat meal for the week, so we can get aaaanything you want.” 

It was weird being called babe by a man that had rebuffed his advances twice, but Hudson accepted it, head dropping, eyeing the knees of his designer jeans. "Then I'd make you carry me, big guy," Hudson teased. Although he was well muscled, he was very lean, much leaner than the sturdy man that he had attempted to seduce like the homewrecker that he was. "So, you'll cheat on your diet, but not on your boyfriend?", Hudson huffed, face painted in faux offense, but it quickly cracked as he sputtered out a low chuckle. "And here I thought we were just going to do the whole bodega thing.... I've been pretty good at staying keto, but honestly, I think I'd murder someone for some fried chicken, and the woods are right there, so you better get me some Colonel, or I might have to bonk you in the head with your telescope, wrap you in that blanket, and drag you off." The joke was in bad taste, but it referenced their earlier conversation, so Hudson hoped that Seb could find humor in it.

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian nodded, though part of him was still wondering what would have happened if he returned the other’s kiss. “Yeah, I shouldn’t have had so much after the pill I took earlier,” he reasoned, smiling softly at the other. Sebastian got up to start packing up his equipment, making sure to be careful with it even in his impaired state. “I kind of missed the threshold for my observation when you were indulging me on your dry humping fantasy,” Sebastian teased the other, “I can always do it tomorrow. I was being a bit of an over achiever trying to get it done early.” He bagged up the telescope and notebook before throwing this bag over his shoulder. Sebastian reached a hand down to help Hudson up so they could get on with their evening. 

Hudson quirked a brow at Sebastian, wondering why he had taken a pill. Although an avid drinker, and an occasional pothead, Hudson had never touched another drug. But he wouldn't judge Seb, he knew that this was college and people were participating in much more wilder things than swallowing a pill, drinking some whiskey, and relaxing underneath the stars. "You barely indulgence me," Hudson chuckled, "if you had indulged me, then I'd have to go home to change my pants." The little slip of a joke was completely gross, but Hudson couldn't help himself. Alcohol made him into a total slut, and that was obvious by the way he had not once, but twice, stolen a kiss from a boy in a relationship. Hudson was simple minded when he was drunk: he needed to put his lips on something, and Sebastian had been the only something there. Hudson took Seb's hand, and pulled himself up, steadying himself, he watched as the other boy packed up.

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sebrossi​:

Though, he shouldn’t have been surprised that the other man kissed him again, he was definitely taken a back. Sebastian was notoriously bad at picking up on other people’s signals. As it was, it took him years to realize that his current boyfriend had feelings for him. He would be lying if he said there wasn’t a moment of temptation when the other man kissed him, however brief it was. Sebastian pulled back from the other, raising an eyebrow. “You really are a frisky one, aren’t you,” he asked, trying to diffuse this situation somehow, “Or am I just that irresistible?” Sebastian looked over at his telescope, figuring it was pointless to do any work at all at this point. “Why don’t we go grab something to eat? I think the alcohol’s starting to get to me.” 

It was the alcohol. Like Jamie Foxx said, Hudson would just blame it on the alcohol. But he couldn't help but blame himself as Sebastian pulled away from him once more. "It's... the whiskey," Hudson said softly, quietly, before tucking the bottle back into his backpack. It was college, right? He was expected to drink more liquor than water. "What about your homework?", Hudson breathed, tapping at the man's notebook, and gesturing at his telescope in one messy fall swoop. He was graceful like that, especially when drinking. He slide his bag back onto his back, though, and would happily stagger to any bodega of Sebastian's choosing to drown his sorrows in fresh lamb or a gyro or kabobs. His stomach was rumbling, and for someone that didn't eat much, Hudson knew that meant it time to chow down.

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian had always been a bit to promiscuous for his own good, so it was intriguing when someone hadn’t had as much experience with guys than he did. Ninety percent of his personal was flirty, so it only came naturally that a lot of normal encounters turned into something a little more R-Rated by the end of them. “Making out is definitely a good place to start,” he said, watching the other take a drink, “But there’s a whole wide world out there with things that are much more kinky than that.” Sebastian smirked at the other adjusted himself, very aware of the boy’s growing situation. He straightened himself up a little bit, easing off of him to give him a little space to breath. “With how excitable you seem to be, it wouldn’t take long for just dry humping to turn into something more, I’m sure.” 

Sebastian kept flirting, and Hudson had this sinking feeling in his guts, because he wanted to launch himself at him and ravish or be ravished underneath the tapestry of stars that painted the sky above them. He eyed the telescope, wondering if Sebastian was ever going to get to work or just stay here on the blanket, teasing him. Hudson didn't feel like he was serious, maybe there was an edge of humor to the other's words. Maybe this was some vengeance on the boy that he had loved before who was indecisive when it came to sexual labels. There was only one way to tell, but Hudson would wind up hating himself for it. But he already hated himself. So with a breath, his body was shifting, rolling over closer to Sebastian as he had scooted slightly away. Grabbing at his shirt, he pulled him in, this time actually kissing him, letting his mouth open and his eyes close.

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian had been too drunk to really consider the complexities that might have come with Hudson’s sexuality. Though, to be fair, he tried to stick to the cookie cutter view of things ever since his last faux pas with someone who seemed to be going through something similar. Part of him even considered what would happen if he just put the two of them in a room to figure it out with each other. He chuckled at the thought before realizing he needed to snap back into reality. “I’m sorry for assuming. Around here it seems like most of the people I run into here are just outright gay, so I’m not used to seeing anything besides that,” he said, shrugging his shoulders a bit. “You’ve never been with a guy at all? Like not even touching each other, or blow jobs, or anything? That’s wild. I feel like I’ve been mastering all of that for the past decade.” 

The mention of blowjobs just was no fair, especially since Sebastian had been clear that he had a boyfriend. But Hudson was drunk, and he would stick by that excuse if accused of homewrecking. "Uh... nu-uh," the jock eloquently spoke. His eyes were on Sebastian's lips now, fixated on how full they were and how soft they had been. He wanted to trail fingers over them, to press digits inside, and then... something else. But Hudson tried to swallow down the dirty thoughts with another swig from the bottle. "Honestly... would wanna start simple, you know, just like... some dry humping and making out.... I love making out," Hudson admitted, face a little pink as he admitted the dirty desires to the boy he barely knew. He did, however, know that Sebastian had a man of his own, so this was just pointless exposition. Hudson was hot behind the ears, and in an attempt to conceal himself he awkwardly shuffled his hips, pulling his button up shirt untucked, and tugging it over the embarrassing tent in his pants.

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian nodded at the other’s words, it was a dangerous situation considering all of the alcohol involved. “It took me a long time to be ready to be in a relationship again after everything that happened,” he said, sighing, “Part of me still doesn’t trust that all of it will be ripped away again like it was in the past. It seems like things will be different this time around, but I also feel like it’s too soon to tell.” Sebastian took another sip from the bottle before placing it back down, making a mental note to try to stop doing that for the remainder of the night. Truth is that he had never really planned to be a relationship person in the first place. He had plans to be alone floating in space and that wasn’t an easy thing to do with ties to earth. Despite those efforts not to, he met two people who made him feel like a relationship was a reasonable request. It was a matter of time to see if things worked out in the end or if he made the same mistake twice. “You make me nervous a bit because of what I went through with my ex. He insisted that he was straight after doing many not straight things and it ended up really fucking me up in the end.” 

Hudson's heart burned with a weird new feeling -- was it guilt? Probably. He didn't really want to be the other woman, but he longed for attention. Maybe that was just being a latchkey kid, having two parents with careers who valued work, Jesus, and then their kids. In that order. Hudson had always hated being alone, and he was missing his brother so much now. Part of him wanted to call Hawks and say 'get out of there. Come live in my room.', but that just wasn't realistic. Hawks was a senior in high school now, and he had to finish school, to survive that last year with their evangelic, hypocritical parents. "To be fair...," Hudson breathed, "...I never said I was straight." He swallowed hard, looking at Sebastian closely, face inching closer like he was going to kiss him again, but he didn't. Instead, he kept talking, his breath whiskey harsh and hot in the slightly cool night. "I just... am not... gay. It's not like I've ever even... been with a guy," Hudson huffed, "...and I like being with girls. A lot." A hand pressed through his productified hair, and a sigh escaped him.

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian knew that the drinking wasn’t the best idea in such a precarious situation, but it was a few shots too many to back track on that decision now. He did feel for the other man, since he was clearly going through something, though at the end of the day he was too. Sebastian had all but forgotten about the assignment, which he could honestly predicted was going to happen once he started drinking. “Nah, I mean it,” he smiled, gladly taking another swig from the bottle, “You obviously know that you’re good looking, so I don’t think anyone around here would mind you kissing them.” Sebastian took a deep breath, squinting as he looked down at the other. “Well, for starters, I’d probably kiss you back. Which, I’ve been told I’m pretty good at by the way,” he teased, “And I can’t really talk about what used to happen after the kissing. You’re going to get me into some trouble, huh?” 

Hudson wanted to ruin Sebastian's relationship. He wanted to wreck his home, to be the other woman like a Lana Del Rey song. But he'd fight the urge, no matter what the tightness in his jeans and the pounding in his chest and the alcohol going to his brain were telling him. "I don't want to get you in trouble," Hudson admitted, honestly, he just wanted arms wrapped around him and his head shoved against Sebastian's chest. He just wanted the man to show him the constellations and listen to him gush about astronomy. People with passions made his veins burn and his heart rush and his head cloud, which usually only good booze did. "I don't want to get you in any trouble," Hudson repeated. His teeth were digging into his bottom lip, and the nails in his palms were making tiny crescent shapes in the pads of his palms. Goddamn, it was way too hard to still himself to sit here and not launch himself forward to try and see if Seb would kiss him back. But, he was fighting his base urges, and repeating the phase he had said twice tenfold in his mind.

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian watched the other for a moment once he pulled away, trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation without scaring the other off completely. He liked spending time with Hudson and was happy that the other was opening up to him. He wanted the other to know that he could trust him despite everything. “We’ll, I definitely appreciate you looking out for my wellbeing and all of that,” he said, turning on his side and propping his head up on his hand to look at the other, “that’s more than most people offer me. Most of them just think that I’m fucked up for trying to steal my sister’s boyfriend. I can’t really blame them.” Sebastian shrugged, “I don’t think I was really giving off a vibe that I had a boyfriend, so that’s my fault. It’s kind of a new thing to me? I’m used to being single.” Sebastian grabbed the bottle, taking a swig from it. “Hmmm, am I supposed to believe that you’re not gay? Who am I going to tell?” he smiled, “We’ll it’s good that you aren’t gay, then. ‘Cause if I was single, I would have definitely wanted a little more than that.” 

Hudson wasn't gay. If anything, he was fluid when it came to sexuality. He just wanted to try some stuff, to feel the weight of another man on top of him, to feel if they dug their teeth into necks rougher than girls did. Hudson was just curious, and here, under the stars, where the attractive man was alone and without his supposed boyfriend, seemed like a perfect spot. Hudson just stared up at the man as he floated lines that made his head all foggy and his pants slightly tighter. "You're just sayin' that," Hudson sighed, sitting up and taking the bottle back, drowning an alarming amount of it before passing it back. Trading swigs of it with the wannabe astronaut was all bitter and sweet, but mostly bittersweet. "But... uh...," he breathed slightly drunkenly, fighting the urge to lay his head down in the other's lap to watch the stars, "do tell what a little more than that entails...."

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian let the topic slide. He didn’t fully believe that soccer camp was the reason that Hudson couldn’t go to rehab, but he figured that the man didn’t want to disclose anything else about the situation. He didn’t blame him, figuring that he’d probably say no to being sent there as well if not for anything but his own pride. “Ah, darn. Don’t you just hate the way that soccer camp always seems to be getting in the way of rehab?” he joked with him, “Happens to me all the time.” Sebastian shrugged, he tried his best not to think about the whole situation. It had left him heartbroken for a long time and he was finally starting to move on from that whole situation. “It’s fine, everything happens for a reason I guess. I appreciate that, though. I-” Sebastian managed to get out before he was being kissed. He didn’t know what to do besides freeze. It was the last thing he had expected to happen between the two of them. Just a few minutes ago, he could barely get two words out of the other man. He pulled back, offering him a soft smile. “Wow, I’m flattered at the sentiment, really,” he bumbled out, “I don’t know if I mentioned that I have a boyfriend, Hudson.” 

Sebastian wasn't kissing him back, not that Hudson was really kissing him. It was just lips against lips, no tongue, like how you'd kiss your grandma on her death bed. Not that his grandma was dead. She was still filling the family kitchen with the smells of Spain. His head swam with the scent of her escalivada in a way that mimicked seeing your life flashing before your eyes but through his nostrils. This was exactly why Hudson avoided social situations. He dreaded misreading signals, taking missteps, and falling right onto his soccer toned ass. He retreated as Sebastian pulled back and spoke, falling down onto his back. In an attempt to sound casual, in an attempt to sound like he wasn't suddenly drowning in anxiety, Hudson just clicked his tongue and let his arms go behind his head to prop it up as he stared up at the night sky. Finally, he spoke, "I mean... I'm not even gay, so... it didn't count, anyway. I just thought that you... needed a kiss." Although, maybe Hudson needed one too. He wondered if he should just go home and get drunk with a frat brother and play gay chicken, but that always made the morning awkward when they would pretend it didn't happen.

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian could sense the other’s hesitation, but he figured that with the alcohol flowing the other would be a little more loose lipped. He nodded when the other started opening up a bit, looking back at the sky instead of the other to help him feel more comfortable. “That sounds rough. Why didn’t you go? I mean, I get the obvious reasons. But it’s kind of like a free vacation, right?” he asked, wondering himself what rehab would be like. He wouldn’t admit it to himself, but if he kept going down the road he was going with the pills, Sebastian would probably end up there himself. “Is it shyness that makes it hard for you to be around people or is being around people just unbearable for you?” Sebastian looked over at the other, “Okay. I owe you one, right? So, basically, I was kind of led on by my sister’s boyfriend and we had a fling that everyone found out about. I didn’t have the best relationship with them before that, but it turned non existent after it happened.” 

Hudson cringed. He had wondered that himself plenty. It wasn't like it was some Goddamned state run teardown. It was a private run Catholic place, that was the real reason he couldn't bare it. With the wrestling with his attraction to girls and boys, he didn't exactly want to be on his knees taking mass three times a day without the blood of Jesus to wash it down with. But it wasn't like he could tell Sebastian all of that, and not just because it was a mouthful and he was afraid he'd stumble over the words. "I had soccer camp," Hudson breathed, laying back down, elbows still propping himself up as he listened to Seb's share. "Oh... fuck," Hudson breathed, sitting up more so that his face was closer to Sebastian's face. "I'm sorry...," Hudson continued to exhale, "well... if it's fair... he's a fool." A click of his tongue, and Hudson was moving in, chastely pressing his lips to Sebastian's like the drunken dumbass he was. He knew it was wrong, and probably unwanted, but it was such a beautiful night, and part of him knew that Sebastian needed a kiss just as badly as he did. 

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sebrossi​:

Sebastian waited as the other man was silent, hoping that he hadn’t said anything to offend him. For someone who was as smart as he was, the lack of filter that Sebastian had could make him come off as really dumb if he wasn’t careful. From what he’d seen from Hudson, he wasn’t much of a talker which is something that Sebastian didn’t mind as long as it wasn’t from any offense he might have caused. He let out a soft chuckle at the other’s response, shaking his head. “Oh c’mon, I know that’s not all that you’ve got,” Sebastian reasoned, “I’m very easy to talk to, I promise. I can tell there’s a lot inside of ya you need to get out.” Sebastian smiled, swiping the bottle from the other before taking a swig. “I’ll tell you something not so great about me if it makes it easier.” 

Hudson sighed, eyeing Sebastian like he didn't trust him completely, and he didn't, not yet. They had a class together, but that did not a friendship build. At least not all on it's own. Hudson had never really had friends: peers, teammates, girlfriends, but having a friend was such an odd concept for him. A click of his tongue, and he was snatching the bottle back as soon as the boy had taken his thirsty swig. "They wanted me to go to... rehab," Hudson admitted, "summer before college. Said I was drinking way too much. But... if I don't drink... I can't be around people." It was something he'd never shared, but here they were, watching the sunset, feeling the night's cold begin to sit in, and Hudson felt himself scooting slightly closer, craving the other's body heat. "But, yeah, obviously... I didn't go,"  Hudson exhaled, pouring more whiskey down his throat.

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sebrossi​:

Considering that Sebastian had been on a steady diet of Percocet since he had woken up, the buzz from the few swigs that he had was already settling in. It definitely made the whole experience of sitting outside to do some work a whole hell of a lot more enjoyable. As the sun started to set, Sebastian grabbed his notebook and jotted down a few observations before bringing his attention back to the boy next to him. “It is a pretty nice night considering how cold it’s been lately. I really lucked out,” he said, leaning back too get more relaxed. “So, how are things going? We have a lot of time still until the sun fully sets, so you can tell me your whole life story if you want to,” he smiled, “I’ll spare you the details of mine, considering it’s pretty boring and outright depressing in most parts. That’s what shitty parents will do though, right? I think I’m pretty much excommunicated from them at this point.” 

The choice of the word 'excommunicated' made Hudson's brow furrow and him sit up almost immediately. His parents were old school Catholic. They were both first generation American and raised in strict Spanish homes which they also brought him and his little brother up in. Hudson's nails dug into the fat of his palms, and he studied Sebastian's face for a moment, suddenly feeling a kinship with him, even if it went unspoken. Hudson wasn't apt to share too much. When it came to his family, he had emotional motion sickness, and no one was bothering to roll a window down. But he missed his brother. He missed the less fire and brimstone aspects of the church. He took back the handle of whiskey and took a selfish swig, trying to swallow down the pain and let it burn in the hell pit that was his stomach. Hudson could feel an ulcer forming, and he wondered if he should steal an opportunity to really open up. Instead, he just muttered a single word after a long, heavy silence, "...same."

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sebrossi​:

Once everything was set up properly with the telescope, Sebastian crashed back down onto the blanket to relax and wait. “Your room is definitely the most entertaining to watch, that’s for sure,” he joked, smirking over at the other man, “I know all about your extra curricular activities, if you know what I mean.” Sebastian took the bottle from the other, taking a second to brace himself for the impending discomfort of taking a shot of it before swigging it down. He exhaled slightly at the burn, taking one more for good measure before handing the bottle back to him. For some reason, no matter how much he drank, Sebastian would never get used to that feeling. “Thanks for keeping me company out here,” he smiled, “It does get kind of boring by myself. Hopefully I’m not tearing you away from anything terribly exciting.” 

"Uh huh," Hudson chuckled, knowing that most definitely nothing that fun happened in his room unless Sebastian counted an unGodly amount of masturbation and drinking alone in bed. Hudson didn't have a problem with alcohol, but he was more used to the burn of it than the healing taste of water upon his tongue. His alcoholism had almost prevented him from moving away for college. His overbearing, overprotective parents had wanted him to do thirty days at a treatment facility after he had passed out from alcohol poisoning after the prom. But Hudson was an adult. An adult with a scholarship. And now, it had been nearly a month since he had spoken to either of them. They got their thirty days, and then some. "Hey, no problem," the soccer star breathed, head tilting back as he stared up at the star dotted sky. "It is a beautiful night. No where else I'd rather be...," he admitted with a slightly sad sigh as he threw back another gulp of the whiskey, straight from the bottle.