27. Hudson
Chapter 27
Hudson
T here was enough light to see by. It came in through the open tent flap, fresh from the windswept outdoors as the sun set below the ridge, and the trees danced in the air, scented blue by the rain to come.
They both took off their boots and socks, and it looked like Ty wanted to continue this way until they were both bare to the skin. But Hudson didn’t want to rush the moment, so he sat on Ty’s cot and pulled Ty into his lap until Ty was straddling him, thighs spread. He scooped his hands beneath Ty’s bottom and pulled him close until their hips met.
Ty bent his head until their foreheads touched. His hair danced across Hudson’s face like a veil.
“Am I the bride now?” Ty asked in the softest voice.
Hudson remembered when he’d carried Ty out of the rain and Ty had referred to himself that way. That he wouldn’t mind being one. Carried like one. Loved like one, perhaps, was what he meant.
“You are,” said Hudson, equally soft. “If you want to be. We can take turns being rescued.”
“I think we already have.” Ty lifted himself, then pressed Hudson’s head to his chest as though he meant to protect him.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” Hudson said.
“You are my heartbeat,” said Ty, which melted Hudson to his very core.
Gently, he lifted his head and began to undo the buttons on Ty’s shirt. Slowly, a ritual of care and attention, each undone button followed by a kiss to Ty’s chest.
The bruises from his fall were still along his shoulder, but the other ones from the bad times in Chadron were fading, and there was hardly anything to tell what he’d been through. But Hudson knew and Ty knew, so Hudson made a point to be extra careful as he drew Ty’s shirt off his shoulders.
When he was done, and Ty was half naked in his arms, he brushed his mouth across Ty’s chest, leaving kisses as he went, a nip here and there, his sighs echoed by Ty’s sighs.
“Get up a sec,” he said. When Ty complied, he drew off Ty’s blue jeans and his briefs, and enjoyed the sight of him, naked in the fading light, a gleam of skin, the darkness of the hair between his legs. He ran his hands up and down Ty’s thighs, enjoying the silky feel, skin over muscle.
“Now you,” said Ty, and Hudson didn’t hesitate to stand up and let Ty undress him, thinking all the while about how Ty was about fairness. First you, then me. Now us .
He shivered as Ty unbuttoned his shirt and drew off his jeans and briefs. Then the two of them stood naked in that low light, lit by twilight from outside, a twilight that was blue and umber and seemed to soak into them.
“Where’d you put the stuff?” he asked as he urged Ty into his bed.
Ty pointed at the other cot, then curled himself beneath the bedclothes, looking up at Hudson.
“You’re so handsome naked,” said Ty. “You’re just plain handsome, regardless. I don’t tell you that enough.”
Hudson found the small bottle of lube and didn’t shrug, though he wanted to. Roger had always been the handsome one, to go by what everybody used to say when they were in a room together. His looks had been refined, and he’d always dressed in a dapper way. Shirts and ties. Polished shoes.
Next to him, Hudson had always felt like what he was. A truck driver. A blue-collar man, with nails that needed cleaning, hair that needed trimming, and grease stains on his jeans from fixing his truck.
He wished he could see himself as Ty did, but he probably never would. Even so, it was nice to hear Ty say it.
He slid into the bed, naked, next to Ty, and for a moment, they lay there, chest to chest, toe to toe.
Hudson absorbed the warmth of Ty’s skin and listened to the wind that tossed the canvas of the tent and knew he’d remember this moment forever.
The thoughts in his head wanted to go whirling on, but he quelled them and focused on Ty. On the curl of hair along his neck, the light that glittered in his eyes, coming from somewhere. The dusk of shadow across his shoulders as he pressed into the pillow and reached for Hudson.
“You’re always quiet,” said Ty as he ran his fingers along Hudson’s temple, and then behind his ear. “But you’re extra quiet now.”
“Too many things to say,” said Hudson. “And not enough words for ’em.”
This made Ty laugh for some reason, and he kissed Hudson good and hard, and said, “Now for the love of everything, please fuck me before I go crazy with wanting.”
Hudson felt the echoing laugh inside of him and held onto it with everything he had. He wanted to feel the way he felt with Tyson, wanted to feel it always and forever because this was good. It was healing and whole, and it deserved to be protected.
“ Please fuck me now,” said Ty with a loud kiss.
“So needy,” said Hudson, teasing. “But I like it.”
He went slowly, in spite of Ty’s insistence, and his squirming on the mattress, the way he clutched at Hudson’s shoulders to hold him close. Slow, with pets along Ty’s spine, strokes of his sides, his belly. Kisses everywhere that he could reach.
The scent of their combined desire filled his lungs, sank into his skin in a lush way, the finest perfume. He kissed Ty and then urged him onto his belly, asking, “Is this okay?”
“Anything with you, Hudson,” said Ty, the words muffled into his pillow. “Only do hurry or I’m going to get off, all on my own, right into this mattress.”
“Can’t have that,” said Hudson. Ty deserved the best, and Hudson holding back just to gather the moment wasn’t what Ty needed or wanted right then.
He pushed and adjusted Ty the way he wanted him, face down, knee crooked up so Hudson could get between his legs, and tease him there, fingers on Ty’s balls, kisses between his shoulder blades. All of this until Ty was squirming and pushing back onto Hudson, his bottom on Hudson’s groin and his hard cock, as though they were already going at it.
Rather than tease Ty any longer, Hudson snicked open the small plastic bottle, squirted lube on his fingers, and traced down Ty’s spine, along his crack, then circled, and circled again, all the while leaving lube in his wake.
Ty wasn’t a virgin, which meant he knew what Hudson was doing, wasn’t scared or wide-eyed. Hudson was sorry he’d missed those early days and hoped that Ty’s first time had been as sweet as Hudson wanted to make this time.
He circled his fingers around Ty’s anus, imagining that it was pink and sweet, and pushed in a little way, coming out again and then going in with a single finger.
Ty sighed as he did this and arched his back, as if welcoming Hudson to come inside of him. Hudson had to reach down and clench his balls in one hand, pressing on his cock, too, just to keep from coming too soon at that crazy, delicious thought.
“Okay, okay,” he said, feeling the sweat along his shoulders and back, and a small gust of air from the opening to the tent.
“Here we go,” he whispered along Ty’s neck, taking his finger out and snubbing his cock against Ty’s anus.
Ty shuddered, then held still, making a high sound in his throat, as though desperate for Hudson to just do it. Just fucking do it, Ty would have said, had he spoken out loud.
Hudson smiled, ducked his head for another kiss right in the middle of Ty’s back, and pushed in. Pulled out, pushed in a bit more. He kept up that rhythm, taking it slow and gentle, until he was sheathed in Ty’s body, his cock buried up to the hilt.
Ty’s body was hot and tight in the most perfect of ways. For a moment, Hudson stayed still, feeling the pulse of his heart through his cock, feeling the pulse of Ty’s heart surrounding him.
“ Move , for fuck’s sake,” said Ty, gasping the words as he clutched at the pillow. “Do I have to get out and push?”
This made Hudson laugh out loud, a foreign feeling that felt so right and so good, he almost couldn’t believe that this was his. He and Ty, together, making each other feel good.
So, being obedient, he moved, shimmying into Ty’s body, easing out, doing this over and over until Ty was shuddering beneath him, clutching that pillow even harder, gasping into it, wordless sounds that Hudson took into himself to keep safe forever.
“Ready?” he said between hard breaths, because his body was shimmering and tightening and though it had been a while, he knew he was going to go over the edge. Only he wanted Ty to come with him or, better yet, first. Ty’s pleasure should always come first.
“Yes,” Ty said, hissing. “Christ, yes .”
Hudson sped up, his lungs heaving, thighs shaking as his body tightened. He held on for as long as he could, reaching around to grasp Ty’s hard cock in his hand to make sure Ty came first. He didn’t make it. His cock tightened one last time, and then he came, pulsing inside of Ty in a cloud of shimmering heat and want and desire.
Ty followed soon after, shuddering beneath him, making those sounds again, his body slick with sweat as Hudson collapsed on top of him. He rolled off, though Ty was reaching back as if he wanted him to stay right where he was.
Just as Hudson rested on his elbows with anyone he might be in bed with—only Ty from now on—he did not collapse on Ty, his weight pressing down. Instead, he rolled on his side, and took Ty with him, sighing as Ty squirmed around till he was resting in the curve of Hudson’s sweat-slick shoulder.
“There were no breaks on that one,” said Ty, kissing whatever skin of Hudson’s that he could reach. “Not that I wanted any.”
“Yeah,” said Hudson with a sigh as he kissed the top of Ty’s head. “I’ll go slower next time.”
“I don’t care,” said Ty with a huff. A breath Hudson felt skitter across his sweat-laced chest. “Slow. Fast. Whatever. As long as it’s with you.”
The fullness in Hudson’s heart was almost too much to bear. Did he deserve any of this? Well, even if he didn’t, too bad. He was keeping it. Safe. Forever.