Chapter 8 Adrian #2
I nod. “Yeah, I get that. My last boyfriend was so confused when I’d want to watch every Werewolves game live, like if I wasn’t at work, why should I care about watching it as it happened? I could just look up the score later, right? Wrong, Kevin. And that is one of the many reasons he’s an ex.”
Hudson laughs, and it lights up his whole face.
As great as all the pictures on his profile are, nothing compares to seeing him like this in person, relaxed and enjoying his life, laughing at something I said because he thinks I’m funny.
It’s intoxicating. I already feel addicted to being in his presence, soaking up his positive energy.
Seriously. What the hell am I going to do when he leaves?
“It sounds like you made the right decision with Kevin,” he says with another laugh. “So when do I start looking at other people’s profiles? How do I match?”
Yeah… I don’t think I can sit here and watch him pick out the next Mrs. Roy. I need to start mentally preparing for when he moves on and I’m still here, all alone.
“Everything is set up, so whenever you’d like, you can start,” I say, pushing the computer over toward him. “But I’m going to call it a night. I’ve got to go in early to prepare for a big meeting, so I’ll probably see you around before the game tomorrow night.”
“Oh, okay.” I hate how disappointed he sounds, but I know I’m not in the right headspace to be any help. I’m going to focus on every single flaw I can find and that isn’t going to actually be helpful.
But instead of going through the profile on the screen like I’m expecting, he shuts the laptop. “Ya know what, I should go to bed too. I’ll look at that when I’m more rested.”
Or never. Never is good too. God, what would Hudson say if he knew how pathetic my internal monologue about him is? “That’s a good plan,” I agree instead, forcing a smile.
Then, as if to make sure I have no hope of thinking of anything else tonight, he winks at me. “Goodnight, Prince.”
“Night, Hudson.”
Trying to fall asleep, I imagine a world where Hudson changes his preferences in the app to all genders, that we match, and he realizes we’re perfect for each other.
If only.
He wouldn’t even need to do it on the app.
He could just knock on my door. It’s so easy to picture him there, asking to come in.
Obviously I’d let him, and he’d confess that he misses sleeping with someone, and I’d easily agree to having him in my bed, but we would both know it was just an excuse.
In this fantasy, Hudson has always wanted to be with a man, but before me there was never anyone worth risking his career over.
Now, though, this fantasy Hudson can’t keep his hands off me. My dick is rock hard as I imagine him exploring my body with his hands, maybe even his mouth. I take off my sleep shorts, grab some lube out of my nightstand, and coat my hand with it before moving it back to my aching erection.
I slowly work my hand up and down my cock as I picture a hesitant Hudson, unsure what to do with another man’s dick but eager to learn like he is about everything else in life.
I’d assure him that he has nothing to worry about, that I can show him exactly what to do.
I rub my thumb over the leaking tip as I imagine him licking it clean instead, and my hips jerk involuntarily.
I’d offer to blow him first though, talking him through it so that when it was his turn, he’d be more confident.
I imagine fitting all of him inside of my mouth as I grip my cock a little harder.
The sweats he’s always wearing do absolutely nothing to hide how big of a feat that would be, and I love the idea of proving to him that I could.
If I already had my mouth on his cock though, I’d want to go even further, move to give his balls some attention and see if he likes that. I use my other hand to play with my own as I picture slipping a finger even further, imagine teasing his hole to see how he reacts.
Obviously, in this made-up version, Hudson loves it and begs for more, begs me to fuck him, and even though he’s never been with a man before, he’s ready.
He trusts me. More than anything else, the idea of Hudson asking me to be the first man inside him is too much for me to handle.
I can’t hold off any longer, and my release crashes over me.
The high of my orgasm distracts me from any coherent thought, and I have no idea how loud I’ve been during this little fantasy.
Usually when all the half-naked perfect eye candy that is Hudson gets to be too much, I wait until I’m locked away in my ensuite where I know he won’t hear me jerking off.
I need to be more careful. I’d hate to scare him away because I make him uncomfortable with my solo sex noises.
I have no idea how long it’ll be before he finds someone on his new dating app, so I probably don’t have much time left anyway. I can’t risk losing him a moment before I need to.
Having him here has probably been one of the best things that ever happened to me. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to say goodbye.