Chapter 15
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Gio tugged the towel off Hudson at once, but Hudson was too busy gawping at the Roman God looming over him to even worry what he might look like himself.
Gio mounted him, sitting on Hudson’s thighs, rubbing his hips and then higher, running thumbs over Hudson’s nipples, cupping his face, leaning over him and looking down between them.
Hudson had never been more painfully aware of how hairless he was. “Sorry,” he said without thinking.
“The hell for?”
“For—I don’t know. I guess you’re normally with jacked-up dudes?”
Gio grinned. “‘Jacked-up dudes?’ Really?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Nah, I got no idea what you mean. You’re perfect, Blondie, all soft and pink and wriggling around like this.
You’re driving me crazy.” Somehow, being described as soft, pink and wriggly sounded like the sexiest thing in the world coming out of Gio’s mouth.
Hudson gave a smile that felt bashful, but it made Gio groan.
“You know how long I’ve been thinking about this? ”
“And you didn’t even have to pay for dinner first.”
“Oh, I’m taking you out to dinner. Anywhere you wanna go. Somewhere as classy as you.”
Hudson didn’t think of himself as classy, but he liked the idea that he was in Gio’s eyes. “You don’t have to do that,” he said. No guy had ever taken him out to dinner before, not like Gio meant. Hudson had only ever gone dutch.
“Yeah, it’s happening,” Gio said, running a hand down the whole length of Hudson’s body. “You think I’m gonna hide someone like you away? Hell, no. I want the whole world to envy me when I walk into a room with you, Blondie.”
“Why do you call me that?” Hudson asked with a curious smile. “I’m not even blond.”
“Sure you are. Compared to the rest of us, anyways.”
He stretched out carefully over Hudson and Hudson embraced him, pulling him close, slotting one thigh between Gio’s so it rubbed against his warm, soft balls. Gio’s cock was thick, pressing into his hip as they moved against each other, lips wet and loose as they kissed.
Gio let Hudson squirm around enough to push him down onto the bed and sit up on top of him.
Normally Hudson would be tentative, worried he’d do something wrong, but all he felt then was a sense of wonder at the man laid out before him.
For him. In a million years, Hudson had never thought he’d ever get someone as fine as Gio spread out like this in his bed, certainly not someone who looked at him the way Gio was looking at him right then.
His expression made Hudson’s insides flip, but made him feel completely confident at the same time.
Gio stretched, put his arms behind his head, and grinned. “Take your time. We got all afternoon. When you’re done I’ll take you out and treat you like you really deserve.”
Hudson reached out to touch him, starting with his face, running his palm over the prickly shadow of Gio’s jaw. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Hudson, but they half-shut now in pleasure as he nestled into Hudson’s hand.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Hudson breathed, letting his hand go lower, wherever it wanted.
Over the taut skin of Gio’s warm-shower-flushed chest, over the brown nipples that pushed up tight under his fingers, over the silky pelt of hair that begged to be tugged, played with, nuzzled into.
His chest was all hard muscle, and Hudson had a sudden vision of leaning on it while he fucked down on Gio’s cock, controlling the speed and depth, pushing this beautiful man down on the bed.
His dick quivered, begged for attention. As he moved and resettled, it patted gently against Gio’s cock underneath, which was not quite as hard yet, but getting there. Oh, definitely getting there. Hudson shimmied down his thighs a little, gave Gio’s junk room to spread out.
Gio’s belly was moving faster as his breath picked up, but Hudson took his time counting out the six-pack, brushing the back of his fingers over each muscle.
Gio’s happy trail was thick and lush, driving down into a thatch of glistening, unruly curls.
Those tight ringlets showcased a large, tan dick, thick-headed and challenging.
Under that, Gio’s balls hung heavy and low, furred as much as the rest of him.
And Hudson could smell him, under the expensive bougie soap stash Celia D’Amato had left him to work through, could smell Gio himself, musky and mouthwatering.
“I want to suck you,” Hudson said, voice quivering as much as his cock now, but he wasn’t nervous. Just desperate. Desperate to touch, to taste, to get Gio into him any and every way possible, and right now his mouth on Gio’s dick seemed the easiest to start with.
“God knows I ain’t gonna stop you,” Gio murmured, arching his back as Hudson’s fingers closed on his shaft. “You got wraps?”
Hudson was usually a big fan of Safety First. Not since his hormone-crazed teen-hood had he put a mouth on a guy bare. “Can I… Do you mind if I suck you without a condom?”
Gio drew in a sharp breath and threw an arm over his face.
“Do I mind? No, Blondie, I don’t mind. God help me,” he chuckled into his elbow.
“Um, I tested two months back and I ain’t been with anyone since then, so—so if you really wanna—” He gave a groan as Hudson rubbed a thumb over his slit, slicking the head of his cock with pre-cum.
“I really wanna,” Hudson confirmed, and then stuck out his tongue to lick up the next glistening spill from Gio’s slit. Hudson hadn’t been with anyone for a lot longer than two months, but he wasn’t going to bring that up right now.
Gio hissed. “You keep teasing me, I won’t last long.”
Hudson put his head up and smiled. “You’ll last as long as I say.”
“Fuck. Okay, sure, whatever. Just—just be kind, Blondie.”
Hudson planned to be very kind indeed. To enjoy himself, just like Gio had invited him to do.
So he took his time running his tongue all over the shaft, tickling every ridge and vein, stroking at those fuzzy balls until Gio begged him to move on.
Only when Gio was straining up towards his lips did Hudson give in, take that beautiful big dick into his mouth and push down slowly, pull up again, then down, letting his throat relax.
Before long, he was taking Gio’s entire length.
It was a party trick that had impressed more than one beau. Gio’s wide eyes rolled back shut when Hudson swallowed around him, and then Hudson had to pull off, because he was overcome with laughter.
“You taste really nice,” he coughed at last. “If you were wondering.”
“Get your mouth up here,” Gio begged, making grabby-hands. “Let me taste.”
Hudson took pity on him and crawled up so they could kiss again, pressing his tongue soft and pliable into Gio’s hot mouth, and Gio cupped his head in both hands, gentle with his kisses, although Hudson could tell he was holding back.
It was the way Gio rocked against him, his body hard while his lips were easy, like his dick was asking for what his mouth wouldn’t.
Hudson pulled away, stretching a hand out to the nightstand drawer, groping around for the lube while Gio made his way down Hudson’s chest, teething at his hard nipples until Hudson gasped. He hiked a leg over Gio’s hip and pressed the lube into his hand.
“Open me up.” Hudson wasn’t sure what had come over him. Usually he wasn’t so demanding in bed. Usually he was more focused on the other person, giving them pleasure, but the way Gio’s eyes glazed over every time Hudson asked for something made him bold.
All the events of the previous night had roused a self-assurance within Hudson that he’d never been able to grasp before, and he knew without a doubt that his confidence was here to stay.
And that Gio was an important part of that awakening.
Gio squirted out a fingerful of lube and reached down between them to stroke over Hudson’s asshole, teasing him just as much as Hudson had teased his cock.
Hudson shifted his leg higher, bliss beginning to build up in him.
Most guys he’d been with either expected him to do this part himself, or made out like they were only doing it as a favor to him.
Not Gio. Gio took his time, watching Hudson’s face as his fingers explored, brushed lightly, probed a little, tapped against his rim.
“Deeper,” Hudson said at last, and Gio did as ordered, pressing a finger in slowly. Hudson felt his ass open up, take Gio’s finger up to the knuckle.
“You’re so beautiful,” Gio murmured, as Hudson let out a moan of pleasure. “There you go,” he whispered, pushing all the way in as Hudson tugged him close. “That what you want, Gorgeous? God, you’re so hot inside.”
“More,” Hudson demanded. “Come on, give it to me.”
“There’s no rush.” Gio rolled them so he was half on top and Hudson spread his legs wider on the bed, reaching down to jack his cock while Gio added more lube and finger-fucked him slowly. “Goddamn, you are pretty when you take my fingers like this. How you gonna look on my cock?”
“Maybe I’ll blindfold you,” Hudson panted. “Fuck myself on you and make you beg to watch.”
Gio dropped his face into Hudson’s neck and licked along his collarbone. “Blondie, you can fuck me any way you want me. Tease me all you like. Just please, please promise me I’ll get to watch in the end.”
“Promise,” Hudson gasped, as Gio added another finger. He swiped up a splat of lube that had dripped on his belly and groped around for Gio’s dick. It was hot and firm and Hudson stroked him with a light hand. Gio was just about shaking and Hudson definitely didn’t want him to pop, not yet.
With his other hand, Hudson slapped around the bed for a rubber, and then rolled it down Gio’s cock smoothly.
Half of him wanted to forget about protection altogether, and he’d already taken a chance with the oral anyway.
But the condom would help make things last longer, desensitize Gio’s dick and let Hudson string things out.
“How do you want me?” Gio whispered, his voice unsteady.
“On your back.”
Gio lay down obediently and Hudson got up on top, Gio’s hands on his hips helping to steady him. Hudson got his balance, took Gio’s dick in his hand, and wriggled a little to get it to line up with his hole.
“Fuck,” Gio muttered, and closed his eyes.
“You wanted to watch,” Hudson said in a husky voice. “So come on. Watch.”
Gio muttered a curse and then cracked his eyes open, groaning as Hudson’s ass began to open up around his cockhead. He took a deep, shuddery breath and held it, biting his bottom lip. His hands, still on Hudson’s hips, gripped tight.
Hudson had never felt so powerful. He took every inch in the same slow manner until he was seated firmly, then leaned forward to put his hands on Gio’s pecs. He let out a sigh of contentment and gave an experimental rock of his hips, making Gio’s fingers spasm and clench.
“Please, Blondie,” Gio groaned. “I know I said take your time, but…”
Hudson slid his hand over Gio’s and pulled it around to his own dick. “Touch me,” he said. “Make me desperate for it, then I’ll fuck you.”
Inside him, Gio’s dick flexed hard enough to make Hudson moan.
“You sure know how to make a guy work for you, Blondie,” Gio told him unsteadily, but he did what Hudson had told him to do.
His hand worked Hudson’s cock with a sure stroke, unhurried despite Gio’s own obviously mounting need.
His dick was pulsing inside Hudson, and little by little, Hudson’s hips began to move as Gio brought him closer.
“Come on, Gorgeous. That’s it,” Gio purred. He looked smug, like he thought he was in control.
Hudson pushed Gio’s hand off his cock and, just like he’d fantasized from the moment Gio had walked in naked to the room, leaned over to balance on his wide, flat chest, burying his fingers into the hair.
“You come on,” he huffed. He rode Gio hard, so all Gio could do was grab his hips again and hold on, thrusting up into Hudson instinctively, fiercely, his eyes fixed on where they were joined, until his orgasm hit.
When he came, Gio threw his head back, whispering, Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, over and over, and then let out a strangled cry as Hudson squeezed his ass around him, coaxing out one last spurt.
Gio gave a protesting groan as Hudson pulled off his sensitive cock, but Hudson was too close now.
He grabbed the head of the bed, looking down at Gio’s reddened, wet mouth and almost, almost wanted to finish in there, but he had one goal, one finish line, the same one he’d had all night.
With a few final, frantic strokes, Hudson came across the solid expanse of Gio’s chest, splashing all that black hair with his cum, watching it turn white and pearly in the dark nest.
Then he fell sideways onto the bed, his dick still leaking, and tried to catch his breath.
Gio, for his part, was chuckling and groaning. “I’mma need another shower now,” he mumbled.
“Together,” Hudson panted, desire still pulsing through him. “And you can hold me up against the wall in there and fuck me again,” he added, memories of the cloakroom coming back.
Gio turned on his side, his thick arms bunching as he tucked a hand under his head. “My hand over your mouth?” he asked, reaching out to gently touch Hudson’s puffy lips.
“Yeah. Like that.” Hudson smiled.
“You are one kinky guy, Blondie,” Gio said, grinning back. “Who would ever have thought? And me, I’m the luckiest man around.”