at what point do you think hudson decided the truthful journal wasn't going to cut it and he needed a separate one to blur the fiction with the real? like first meeting, halfway through filming, first vancouver visit etc?
oh anon you’re speaking my language, welcome to my paper dollhouse. please make yourself comfortable 🙂↕️ so, yeah. i think as soon as he landed the gig, he started his original journal. i think maybe it was a gift (a pack of two) from his mom for his bday prior to leaving to shoot in april — “document everything, you’re going to want to go back and read this someday” — so he does. he writes about the zoom chemistry read, and the dms that followed on instagram immediately afterward, and their conversations leading up to meeting in person for the first time. conversations primarily consisting of shane and ilya, because jacob gave them homework: reading the books. his second journal is dedicated entirely to his shane character study, because connor’s read of ilya is so devastatingly astute and insightful that he’s trying to keep up, and connor’s messages keep informing the way he’s molding shane in his head. he also uses his shane journal to bounce ideas off his dad based on connor’s analysis of ilya. how would this make you feel, if you were in this situation? what do you think ilya means when he says this?
the first time they meet they’re both a little awkward because they’ve been getting to know each other largely through the lens of their characters for a couple of months, and he’s not sure how that translates in person, but no matter what he wants this to work so badly. he’ll do anything to make sure it works. they’re handed keys to their dingy little apartments in toronto, a thin wad of cash to fill their fridges, and their own heavy scripts in manila envelopes. more homework, at least for the next week before filming begins in earnest. at the grocery store, they chat more about themselves. how they got into acting, where they went to school. they wander through the aisles talking about favorite directors and top fives in various genres, and they’re slotting together like hudson’s known him for years instead of months, and hudson can breathe a little easier by the time their cart’s half full. and then they’re leaving the store with a truly nauseating amount of ground beef because connor says trust me with a smirk, alluding ominously to something called texmex.
[insert story of connor doing that sully from monsters inc. growl, sufficiently traumatizing a bunch of preteens]
and, well. something unlocks in hudson and he just decides to let connor all the way in. and i think it’s during that first week alone with connor — goofing around, poring over their scripts with fresh highlighters, reading back and forth, staying up too late texting, dialing in their facial expressions and speech patterns with each other, connor making breakfast tacos with low carb tortillas and hot sauce he smuggled across the border — that they’re informed of their first scenes together: bathroom scene… and vegas.
(ok everyone put on their prescription strength EXPLICIT rpf goggles. arms and legs inside the vehicle.)
this hits hudson like a freight train. he was thinking he’d have a little more time before the sex scenes to get more, i don’t know, acclimated, or whatever, but it’s their first time filming together! he has to be completely naked in front of a bunch of strangers! it’s his first Big, Real Project! and it’s so fucking stupid, but he has the errant thought that it’s even worse because he’s the bottom, he’s the shy, vulnerable submissive one, which is bullshit and hudson doesn’t even believe in shit like that, but it’s certainly not helping his fucking adhd spiral into anxiety.
and i think this is when hudson and connor mess around for the first time. it’s my personal opinion that hudson is bisexual, but he thinks it’s easier to just call it fluid or better yet *some vague, loose shoulder gesture* whatever, baby. because he doesn’t analyze it too much, the fact that his prior experience with guys consists of kissing, providing one handjob, and receiving two blowjobs. until connor.
i think it’s early afternoon when he hears connor return from russian lessons to his apartment one floor below, and only a few minutes later when he comes knocking with raised eyebrows because he can hear hudson pacing around upstairs like a caged animal. and it only takes connor putting his hands on hudson’s shoulders and calling him huddy for the first time before everything’s spilling out, all of hudson’s worries and inexperience and insecurities and he spends entirely too much time describing the manscaping routine he did for the courtesy of the crew because they’re probably going to be shining a spotlight directly on his asshole and he hopes connor doesn’t hate him or think he’s unprofessional or young or stupid but connor is just. smiling. and his eyes are twinkling and hudson’s heart twinges a little.
i know exactly what you need, and produces a joint that he says he got from his russian instructor.
so they bring all the blankets and pillows from both apartments into hudson’s tiny living room, passing the hand-rolled joint between them on the floor, talking about gay cinema, calling out specific performances they’re hoping to channel in this silly canadian production that will probably go nowhere but means everything in the world to both of them. hudson has chilled the fuck out considerably, back against the sofa, hand around connor’s thigh and feet knocking together side by side, and connor has a thumb in the hair at the nape of hudson’s neck, and connor says well, maybe you don’t know anyone else on set, but you’ll know me. so all you have to do is trust me. focus on me.
but your ilya is so fucking good, my friend connor won’t be there. it will be ilya. their faces are very close, all of a sudden. hudson can’t remember the last time he blinked, so he does. a few times, to be sure.
connor’s eyes are looking down at his mouth, where they stay when connor slips into a russian accent, then we will have to find some other way to… communicate, yes? his hand slides around hudson’s thigh, pressing a thumb somewhere around the side of his knee. this could mean… do not worry, i am pressing against your hole.
hudson’s eyelashes flutter as his breath hitches, and connor nods approvingly.
da, like that. his hand slides higher, inner middle thigh. another press, hard enough to make hudson’s brow furrow on a sharp intake of breath and against hudson’s ear, ilya says, is ok, tip is hardest part. will take only a minute to adjust.
his heart is hammering in his chest and he’s so fucking hard as the thumb drifts to upper thigh with a gentler press, but ilya, no, connor dips his other hand down to cup his balls firmly through his sweatpants. hudson’s head falls back against the sofa, mind swirling from the weed and the smell of connor so close, feeling trapped in his grip. you are doing so good, hollander, am all the way in now, ilya whispers against his mouth. all shane can do is groan while his cock leaks into his boxer briefs.
fuck, rozanov, stop teasing me.
which is all connor needed for the mischievous ilya smile to split his face, eyes going dark as he climbs into hudson’s lap and kisses him, so fucking hungry and eager like they couldn’t ever possibly be close enough, like if they could be sewn together it still wouldn’t be enough. some sober, far away part of his brain thinks that shane wouldn’t kiss the way he’s kissing right now, so unstrung and pliant, moaning more than hudson ever has in his life, but ilya gets a hand under shane’s waistband and around his dick, and then ilya’s moaning in a way that sounds more like connor, so.
he’s already so fucking close, so when connor says please come for me, eyes half-lidded, pretty mouth pink and wet, russian accent long gone, he comes in his pants like he’s told. and connor is so patient, walking shane, no, hudson through his first blowjob. he likes it a lot more than he expected. he even swallows. it helps that connor is so unbelievably hot above him, fucking into his mouth and staring at him like he doesn’t even want to blink for fear of missing a second of hudson’s admiration.
sooooo to answer your question: hudson goes on a morning run to a local bookstore where he buys the rpf journal the next day, about 3 days before filming starts. because whatever the fuck that was doesn’t exactly fit into the category of documenting the experience nor shane’s character study, and he’s not superstitious but maybe he can manifest it happening again. and maybe next time ilya will fuck him for real.
Geto x gn!Reader
The reader is a sorcerer, with a unique domain
You inhaled deeply, enjoying every second of the time you have. A strong musky fragrance tickled your nose, with a hint of gunpowder and something that smelled like the ocean. You threaded your fingers through the silky, dark hair, eliciting a sweet hum from its owner.
You smiled, eyes still closed as you felt his arms hook around your waist, pulling you even closer.
“Gosh, I love you.”, he said, voice deep but so, so sweet.
You opened your eyes to find his already staring at you.
“I love you too, Suguru.”
He smiled, but it was tinged with pain. He knew that this time he had with you wasn’t going to last forever. It was going to end painfully; physically for him, and emotionally for you.
“Don’t look at me like that, Suguru.”, you sighed, wanting to make the most of the little time you had.
He immediately corrected himself and smiled, truly happily.
“I’m sorry.”
You held back tears as you leaned over to kiss his forehead, the scar from those hideous stitches scratching against your lips.
You held him there, lips against his scars, hands in his hair, as you allowed yourself to feel all the emotions that had been piling up inside your chest.
Suguru held you as you sobbed, hating himself for having to put you through this pain.
But he had to do this, for the sake of the people he loved the most.
And sadly, the only one who could help him end this misery, was the one person he loved the most.
You.
He nudged you to look at him, and held your tear streaked cheek as he spoke.
“I’m so sorry, my love…”, he said, voice lowering, “But it’s time.”
You sucked in a breath, and nodded.
You knew this is why you were here. It was comfortable, but agonising.
It had been a while since you had heard about Geto’s death. You were heartbroken and destroyed. But you somehow made it through the agonising nights and drab days.
Everything was finally going well, when he walked in through the door.
You saw him, standing so tall and alive, that you almost thought that you must have been dreaming.
But then you felt him.
The presence that had taken over your beloved’s body. A curse so evil and strong, that it almost overshadowed Geto’s energy.
You just stared at him, feeling the time around you freeze.
You hadn’t been in contact with anybody from jujutsu high for quite a while. The last time you spoke to Gojo, you had fought, during Geto's funeral.
The man, who was a mix of two sorcerers, turned to look at you, sensing your gaze. He seemed perplexed.
You couldn’t read his face. He looked nonchalant, until you saw a sliver of shock.
He smiled at you, a crooked grin, as he said, “It’s been so long, y/n”
That’s when you broke out of the momentary spell, and gulped, choking out a feeble, “Yeah.”
Kenjaku cursed himself for running into one of Geto’s old buddies. He could sense the slight unease his body felt the moment he saw you looking at him, shock and an unknown expression on your face. He could remember your name, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t remember anything else about you.
He found it strange. It was almost as if Geto was purposefully keeping information from him.
But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Mahito had assured him that no traces of Geto remained in this body.
“You’re going to have to die now..”, he mumbled to himself, planning to lure you outside and get rid you in an alleyway; somewhere out of sight.
“Why don’t we head out of this cafe?”, he said, the smile ever-present.
“Why?”, you asked, not trusting him. You knew he was an enemy if he had taken over Geto’s body, but you couldn’t cause trouble here. The place was packed with people. And a fight here would mean many would get injured, if not worse.
“You know what, it’s been so long.”, you chimed quickly, “Sure, let’s get out of here.”
That’s how you got here, in your domain. Your domain separated the soul from the body. Any soul that enters, takes a form that it is most comfortable with. In this domain, everything is transparent. There are no lies, and everything is seen, including all the scars your soul has gathered throughout this lifetime.
This allowed you to talk to Geto, his soul. He explained everything that had happened, and how he needed you to do him a big favour. A favour that he hoped nobody would ever have to go through; to kill the person you love.
Your domain didn’t let Kenjaku enter, as you had control over whom to allow in. He remained on the edge, an area that was just outside the real world, but not fully inside your domain.
If you decided to let him enter, he would be equally as powerful as you and geto, which was fairer than in the real world, as Geto had little to no control there.
In your heart, you held a lot of love for Suguru. When your souls entered the domain, you felt the scar on your chest, a reflection of the hurt your heart had felt when he passed.
You were both selfish, utilising this time to express your love to each other, and mutter those promises that had been left unsaid back then. That’s how you found yourself lying next to him on a silk bed, with sounds of birds and nature singing you awake from outside the window of the quaint house you were in.
It was all fake.
A mere figment of your imaginations; a glimpse of the life you both had wanted.
“Is it already time for us to go?”, you whispered, scared to let go. You wouldn’t mind exhausting all your energy in keeping this domain up, if it meant that you could spend more time here, with him.
He chuckled, kissing you.
“It is, I’m afraid.”
You nodded, looking down. You had to do this. This is what he wanted. He just wanted to die, peacefully.
With a flick of your wrist, you changed the scene.
The house was gone, so was your bed. The sheets you both had spent hours shuffling were replaced by a darkness, everlasting and endless.
He stood a few feet from you, smiling, hope in his eyes.
That’s when you realised just how tired he was.
He looked forward to death.
“Okay.”, you whispered, a sad smile on your face.
“I loved you Geto. I always will.”
A flame rose in his chest, eating away at him.
That’s when you closed the domain, merging kenjaku and Suguru’s soul in that split second.
In the real world, you saw Geto bend over, clutching his chest.
He looked up at you, eyes wide, “What the fuck have you done?!”
“Rest in peace, Suguru.”, you said, a tear escaping.
“And I hope you go to hell.”
You watched him collapse to the ground, flames engulfing his body.
This time, you will see it through.
This time, you wont leave early.
This time, you will ensure that’s its a final goodbye.
Just found out abt your works and omggg ang underrated sobra??? That hee 2:18am fic was so hot 😭😭
anyway, ang hard thought ko for today’s video is perv!jake na nahuli mong nagjajakol sa cr and u decided to offer help which then led to rough sex in the bathroom🥵
"What the–" you were so surprised nung nakita mo si Jake na nag jajakol sa cr ng dorm niyo. Jake is your dorm mate na lagi mong nahuhuling nakatingin sa'yo. Lalo na kapag nag lalakad ka sa living room na walang bra.
He's just sittin' there, nung nakita ka niyang nasa pinto, hindi nanlang siya nag panic at nagpatuloy sa ginagawa.
"Do you want my help?" You chose to do the first move.
He smirked then said, "Sure, luhod ka dito." Sabay turo sa harap niya. Agad kang lumuhod at dahan dahang sinubo ang tite niya. Malaki ito at namumula pa. Ang sarap tignan.
"Hmm..." He moans habang patuloy ka sa ginagawa. Napa sabunot na rin siya sa buhok mo at maya maya pa, siya na mismo ang kumantot sa bunganga mo.
"I'm close baby." Naramdaman mong may tumulong luha mula sa mata mo at nararamdaman mo ring basang basa na ang puke mo. Ilang sandali pa, he finally reached his high. Akala mo tapos na pero agad ka niyang hinila patayo at hinarap ka sa salamin ng cr niyo.
"Look at you baby, you looked so fucked up. It makes me want to ruin you more. Akala mo ba hindi ko alam?" Sabi niya habang pinupunasan ang luha sa pisngi mo.
"W-What are you talking about?" Nahihiya ka na agad hindi pa siya nag sasalita.
"I saw you one time watching porn while touching yourself. That was so hot! But you know what turned me on the most? You moaned my name, baby." The corner of his lips turned upward. Lalo kang na turn on sa sinabi niya kaya hinila mo na siya para sa malalim na halik.
'Di mo namalayan, pareho na kayong walang damit habang naka lean forward ka sa sink. "Are you sure about this?" He asked you.
"Never have I ever before." You replied which made him stunned.
"Do you mean... Oh, I never expected that the way you were sucking me off earlier. You're good as fuck." His words made your cheeks red at lalong tumaas ang confidence mo.
"I'll prep you first." Mabilis niyang naipasok ang dalawang daliri sa butas mo because of your wetness. Napaungol ka agad at lalo niyang binilisan. Dinagdagan pa ng isang daliri.
"Ugh Jake fuck!" Malapit ka ng labasan ng bigla siyang tumigil. Magrereklamo ka na sana ng bigla niyang pinasok ang matigas at malaki niyang tite sa loob mo. Napa pikit ka sa sakit at sarap.
Hindi pa agad siya gumalaw, waiting for you to adjust to his size kahit gustong gusto ka na niyang kantutin. "You good?" You replied yes at nag simula na siyang gumalaw.
Napuno ng ungol niyo ang buong cr. Ikaw na naka-lean sa sink at siya na patuloy ang mabilis na bayo sa'yo mula sa likod. Kitang kita mo ang sarili niyo sa salamin. Madilim siyang nakatingin sa'yo.
"Cum for me baby." 'Di mo na napigilan at nilabasan ka na. 'Di tumagal, naramdaman mo ang mainit niyang tamod sa loob mo. Tangina? Alam niya bang naka-pills ako?
"Ugh, that was so good." Sabi niya sabay yakap sa bewang mo at tinulak ka niya pasandal sa sink para halikan. Noong gabi na'yon, sabay kayong naligo at of course may naganap na round two. Pinagluto ka rin niya after at tabi pa kayong natulog.
This is so messed up 😭 wala ako sa right condition ko ngayon kaya sorry if hindi siya okay huhu. Thank you so much for this anon! ❤ (+ the August reference...)
short & sweet hudson pov of the hudcon reunion in italy.
tags: mature? for language i guess. no sex ‘til part 2. they huff each others pits because of course they do. warning for overzealous bordering on perverted comma usage. here there be run on sentences.
so, i’ve never written anything and posted it somewhere. if writer’s block doesn’t hold me hostage with a gun, i’ll work on part 2 and put both up on ao3. (how do you tag on ao3 i’m overwhelmed.)
“Bed, now.”
“Can I take my shoes off first?”
“No. Fine. Hurry up. I have to smell you.”
“Smell me?” Connor notches a few octaves, all mock horrified with a dainty southern hand across his clavicle.
Oh my god, I’m going to kiss you, shut up, Hudson thinks. “To start,” he says threateningly.
It’s so fucking early, nauseatingly early, bleak and watery dawn barely seeping through the crooked edges of the city, but he could not begin to care. He’s unsteady on his feet, ears still muffled by sleep as the elevator hums its descent, that initial plunge turning his empty stomach like a dropped stone, but he doesn’t care. And when the doors slide open, dousing him in the frigid air pooling in the lobby, drawing his shoulders rigid, stinging his eyes, he cannot care.
Because Connor is here, standing at the entrance, looking so fucking soft and sleepy like some bleary-eyed demigod, actual snowflakes in his curls and brows a little knit together in that way Hudson wants to smooth over with his thumbs, because baby, how many times do I have to tell you that’s how you get wrinkles?
Hudson shuffles across the marble floor in hotel-provided slippers, too antsy to bother with things like socks or shoelaces, and when their eyes meet it’s sort of like the happy end to the nightmare he’d just been having about looking, looking, looking. Here he is. And his smile is just as big as Hudson’s feels. They crash together like something predetermined, waves against cliffs or maybe more like meteors into the atmosphere because he feels on fire where they touch. Somehow Hudson can breathe again.
He’s momentarily distressed as Connor pulls away, but a light fingertip tracing his shoulders has Hudson turning dutifully where he’s directed: the hostess at the front desk has fished her phone from her pocket, shaky fingers tapping out a pin code, and Connor’s team steps in to block the view. Blood in the water. Connor smiles ruefully, tugging at Hudson’s sleeve toward their escape. His curly head dips to catch a muttered directive from his assistant, probably something about the flashing cameras just beyond the revolving doors, but then they’re tucked inside a corner of the elevator. Alone.
Hudson’s eyes roam Connor’s face, bridge of his nose and cheekbones gone pink and already windchapped, which makes him look strangely young, which makes Hudson’s heart twinge. Connor will have to borrow some moisturizer, and he’s definitely not wearing sunscreen even though it’s so much more important in the winter, so he’ll be getting an earful later. He is taking care of his lips, which Hudson stares at, because they’re wet and his tongue is caught between his teeth which he does to stop himself from smiling too crazy. Hudson goes to reach fingertips beneath some hem of Connor’s clothing, he’s not picky, but he’s redirected with interlocked elbows.
“Security camera,” Connor says without breaking his squinty smile. He looks so fond Hudson might combust.
Hudson whines under his breath, sparing a glance toward the ceiling before forcing himself to stare straight ahead instead of directly into the ray of human sunshine beside him. “You’re edging me.”
“You like it.”
“After two weeks, Connie baby, I think this level of blue balls could be diagnosed as self harm.”
Connor snorts. “Missed you too, babe.”
“Flight okay?”
“Great, actually. Slept for once.”
“Lucky.”
“You look tired.”
Hudson flinches as though struck.
Connor course corrects. “Still god’s gift to mortals, even with eye bags.”
“Barely a compliment. Please, Connie, I beg. Fetch me my pool of water.”
“Oh, yes, of course. Right away sir, Narcissus sir. Nary a pore in sight. Raven hair tousled to perfection. Can hardly look upon ye, lips so kissable, dark eyes so mysterious and arresting.”
Hudson throws his head back, grabbing at the handrail and panting hotly, “I’m gonna- I’m- turning into a flower!” He makes his least sexy O-face, just for whoever’s watching the security feed.
Connor laughs loud and unguarded, pushing him away. Something loosens in Hudson’s chest at the sound.
“Disappointing,” Connor shrugs. “I personally prefer the version where he falls on his sword because he can’t raw his own reflection. Or maybe that was Ameinias.” Another shrug.
“You would,” Hudson sniffs.
“You don’t?”
Another elevator chime, and Connor fists a hand into Hudson’s shirt to be lead down the hushed hallway, and it feels dreamlike again. Hudson doesn’t think too hard about the paparazzi circling below like hellhounds as he glances back over his shoulder to make sure Connor’s still there. Soon enough he’s shoving his best friend into his hotel room, who, by the way, has the presence of mind to flip the non disturbare sign hooked over the handle. He’s so smart. Must be all that sleep he’s heard so much about. They stare at each other for a moment, grinning like maniacs, Hudson vibrating out of his skin while Connor unzips his heavy parka. The room is warm and quiet and theirs, at least for the time being.
“Bed, now.”
“Can I take my shoes off first?”
“No. Fine. Hurry up. I have to smell you.”
“Smell me?” Connor notches a few octaves, all mock horrified with a dainty southern hand across his clavicle.
Oh my god, I’m going to kiss you, shut up, Hudson thinks. “To start,” he says threateningly.
Connor climbs onto the bed and flops onto his back with a grunt, almost entirely submerging into the fluffy depths of the duvet. Hudson follows, crawling over top of Connor so he can sink into some weird entangled bastardization of child’s pose. Somehow he knows their cocks would be perfectly slotted together if they were hard, but they’re not. Well, okay. Maybe a little. He nuzzles into the fabric of Connor’s shirt, takes a whiff, and frowns.
“Wrong.” Hudson props up on elbows to glare accusatorially.
“Wrong?”
“You have new cologne.”
“Um. Yes…?”
Connor just blinks at him, lips parted and eyes so wide-open-blue, and Hudson resists the urge to bite him, or lick his teeth. Such great teeth. Instead, because he can’t possibly be expected to take it anymore, he begins wrestling the offending shirt over Connor’s head. The other man succumbs, groaning when his arm bends funny, which Hudson rubs with a thumb and then kisses while shushing as an apology. He looks down at Connor because holy shit he’s so fucking pretty and decides to tear off his own shirt, already rumpled from half-sleep and stress dreams. Hudson flattens out, cheek to chest, and there it is. Fuck. He breathes deep, going limp.
“Fuck,” Hudson says resolutely, out loud this time.
“Missed you too,” Connor repeats, but so fucking gentle and with fingers tucked into Hudson’s hair like they belong there. A softness only Hudson gets to hear.
Hudson noses his way up Connor’s sternum, inhaling slowly through his nose and huffing hard out his mouth, over Connor’s outstretched neck, finding a spot behind his ear that makes Hudson’s vision swim. Connor shivers on the exhale, bucking his hips a little, but Hudson is on a mission. He pushes Connor’s arm above his head, bracing it there against the mattress with firm fingers. He kisses him once inside the elbow, once along his bicep, and then buries his nose into Connor’s armpit.
Hudson moans, loud, and grinds his pelvis down at the same time Connor tries to jerk away.
“Fuck! Dude, that tickles, knock it off.”
“Oh my god,” is all Hudson can mumble because oh my god, Connor smells fucking incredible, sweat and whatever generic soap he uses and sweat and his deodorant, citrus and maybe sandalwood. And sweat. But also something deeper and heady that’s just intrinsically Connor. Pheromones or some shit. He’s pretty sure he’d get elbowed in the skull if he licked Connor’s pit like he wants to right now, but he definitely thinks about it. It’s hard to articulate, even in his own head, but the way Connor smells is sort of like the vertigo you get when your ears are waterlogged from swimming in the summer, but also how it feels when Xanax hits. Soft around the edges. It makes his mind stay still. He hums, and Connor attempts to flee again.
“Seriously, stop. You know how ticklish I am, we pinky promised about this back in Muskoka.”
“Seriously,” Hudson mimics, “get in on this.” He clambers up and presents his own armpit to Connor, who looks downright scandalized, but he knows better than to argue when Hudson’s like this, and anyway he’d tolerate damn near anything so long as Hudson asks sweetly enough. A power he is not responsible enough to wield.
“Okay, but if I-” Connor’s eyelids flutter closed. “If… oh, hell,” he breathes. Trembles just a little below him. “I hate when you’re right. You’re insufferable when you’re right.”
Hudson can only smile stupidly as Connor blinks up at him, pupils blown wide. They’re so fucking weird and Hudson loves it more than anything else in the whole entire world.
“What the fuck is wrong with us,” Connor asks, because they can read each other’s minds probably.
“Don’t care.” Hudson threads their limbs back together, suddenly too far apart. He kisses a couple of his favorite moles across Connor’s collarbone, then slots his chin into the crook where neck meets shoulder. He can’t breathe all that well, but it’s worth it, he thinks. Anything to be closer. Never quite close enough. Hudson wants to live inside Connor, and not even in a sex way. Well, sometimes in a sex way. Their cocks are hard now and perfectly aligned. Hudson shifts as the wind creaks the windows.
“I didn’t even realize I was homesick,” Connor kisses into his hair after a while of their heartbeats slowing down.
“We have a few hours,” Connor says, a little rough against his ear. “You wanna…?” He twitches his dick instead of asking the question. Hudson will say yes, emphatically fuck yes, but…
“In a minute.”
He can’t even remember what he was dreaming about before.
may we get a snippet from the longfic- if you feel so inclined 👉👈
okay!! my scenes are all disjointed early drafts, so. subject to change :)
Connor’s knees knock against Hudson’s as he stumble-steps closer, nudging him back into the counter. He rests his forehead heavily against Hudson’s collarbone, stood between parted legs, lining them up neatly at the hips and pressing in. He smells like beer-sour lime rind and cold spring rain and second-hand smoke. Hudson wonders, restless, hopeless, if he’d taste the same.
“Starting to think you’d do anything for attention, Williams,” Connor mumbles wryly into his damp shirt. He slides a finger under the waistband of Hudson's jeans, dancing just along the hem of lace, leaving a humid sort of ache in its wake.
“Your attention,” Hudson corrects. He's aiming for charming. Lands somewhere around breathless.
Connor peers up through long eyelashes, blue-green irises shimmering in shadow like a stormcloud over tide pools, pupils so thoroughly deep dark that Hudson has to resist the urge to look away, stomach twisting with vertigo. And something else.
“This is a bad idea,” Hudson half-whispers.
Connor nods, wet lower lip sucked under top teeth and staring at Hudson's mouth.
“Bad idea.”
The echoed sentiment is undermined, slightly, by Hudson's whiny shuddering gasp as Connor's hard dick digs into his thigh. He’d have to remember to be embarrassed about that, later.
can I just say that you (!!!) have a really pretty way of describing a lot of your personal Hudcon canons (like are you kidding me with the beautiful imagery in your "connor takes hudson to texas" answer. I could list more times where I've been like "please hand me a Hudcon novel please" at an answer but that might be obnoxious of me) like how did Hudcon manage to snag shippers/fans that can write so pretty even when just answering tumblr asks???? Hudcon's rounding up the talented people for themselves!!
(the gist of my "pretty" Hudcon commentary is ".........bruh these two have truly FUCKED fr fr" and that's it tho so they accidentally had a few they didn't mean to round up lmao)
HEY THIS IS REALLY SWEET I ACTUALLY NEEDED TO HEAR THIS TODAY….. thank you so much seriously. um i hope someday in the next ??? scared shrug ??? months i’ll be posting the longfic that i’ve mostly been theorizing about until recently thanks to the insight and encouragement from my french bestie/tumblr spouse @raysperson :) and btw you’re RIGHT they have FUCKED so u should say it!!!
here’s a teeny excerpt i wrote yesterday as peace offering for how long you’re probably gonna have to wait. ok love u bye.
“My big, beautiful boys. Oh,” Jacob pats a few pockets before producing a lone silver key on a ring. “I started explaining to Connor, but the rooms are paid up. Hudson you’re upper, 208, Connor’s below you in 108. Mary, in the office, sweet girl, said there’s two extensions labeled on the phones, for office and for maintenance. Yeprem, apparently, is going to pretend he only speaks Armenian, but if you get him a black coffee from the dép –” he points down the street to an old brick building with a neon sign in the window that says SMOKES, “– he’ll respond to your maintenance requests in one day instead of two. Sorry, dépanneur, Connor. Uh, corner store.”
Hudson finally looks at Connor, who’s already looking at him. His teeth are lined up all in a row along his bottom lip in a smile, curls limp around his ears from the rain and tucked inside a hideous camouflage baseball cap. The bridge of his nose and over his cheekbones are sunkissed, a memory of Los Angeles. And even in the eerie fluorescent lighting, downturned eyes bright like seaglass, crinkled sweetly at the corners. Jesus. It was a lot, in person.
i’m halfway done writing a hudcon italy reunion fic bc my life (read: sanity) is slipping thru my fingers like sand. spoiler they missed each other so bad they have to huff each others pits for like a minute. no i can’t write something more normal. have u seen them? sniffing sweat is the normalest thing they could do. given the Circumstances
