25. Chapter Twenty-Five #3
“It is,” I tell him as I slip his cock free, noting he’s already wet with precum. A steady string slips down over his swollen cockhead; a perfect bead to lick.
So that’s exactly what I do. I flick my tongue out and lick it up before I wrap my mouth around him and take him into the back of my throat.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper between licking, biting, and sucking him. Hudson’s grip in my hair tightens and it doesn’t take long for him to start fucking my mouth, shoving his cock down my throat with hard, erratic thrusts.
“Trey…” he whines, and then he shoves me against his cock so hard, I nearly gag. “Oh my God, Trey…” His dick hits the back of my throat and my mouth becomes flush with his skin, and then he comes.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his entire body locking up as he holds me against him. I breathe through my nose, grabbing his thighs.
Something flips inside of me, and there is no fight. Only sweet, sweet surrender. I swallow his cum, knowing if I think about it too much I’ll get freaked out, as his fingers slip through my hair and his body relaxes. My cock strains in my shorts, but this isn’t about me right now.
When he’s done, he carefully pulls me off his dick, and I suck in deep breaths. I carefully tuck him back in and zip him up as he catches his breath, and he helps me to stand. Just before I move, he grabs me, one hand finding my neck and the other grabbing my hip.
“Trey…” he whispers, his gaze soft and warm.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask, the word coming out so effortlessly. It hangs there for a moment, heavier than anything else I’ve said before.
“I—” His gaze drifts from mine, down to my mouth, and I think he’s going to say something, but all he does is kiss me, and then he carefully lets me go. “Nothing,” he says. “Go. Shower. You reek.”
I laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Asshole,” I nip. Hudson shakes his head, and the weirdly charged moment is gone. He smacks me on the ass as I move past him.
“Do you even know how to ice skate?” I ask as Hudson pulls up to the parking lot of the Ice-O-Plex.
“Of course,” Hudson says, eyes narrowing at me. “Don’t you?”
I tense. “Uh… let’s just say the last time I put on a pair of skates was when I was ten.”
Hudson grins.
“Well, I’ll just have to teach you, then.” He shrugs, giving me a wicked smirk.
“Hudson—”
“Come on,” he says, wasting no time getting out of the car.
I follow him, hunching my shoulders beneath my coat if only to try and keep warm. I’d assumed dinner—at an Asian fusion restaurant with a very large order of sushi—was the date, but Hudson told me it wasn’t all of it. Though I would never have guessed we’d be doing this.
There’s a large crowd, for one. Part of me worries it’ll be too much, or that he’ll be uncomfortable, but Hudson assured me he’s fine, so I will just have to take his word for it.
I follow Hudson into the building, and it doesn’t take us long to get our skates and lockers.
“Just… take it slow,” Hudson says carefully as he skates backwards onto the ice, giving me room to glide out.
I suck in a deep breath and set one foot out and nearly go down as a kid whizzes past me. I grab the ledge of the rink to keep myself from falling, rather ungracefully. When I look up, Hudson’s grinning.
I right myself and push off, letting my feet glide toward him.
It’s like riding a bike.
Right?
Wrong.
Because the minute I get out to Hudson, my damn foot goes a little inward and I panic, having nothing to grab on to.
Fuck, I’m going down, I’m—
Warm, thick arms settle around my waist, and I never hit the ice.
I look up to see Hudson holding back his laugh.
“What?” I bite as I right myself, but he makes no move to let me go and I make no move to push away from him.
“You’re like Bambi on ice,” he teases me.
“Fuck you, I am graceful as a figure skater,” I bite as a group of kids speed past us and nearly knock me over.
I grab on to Hudson, being as he’s the only thing I can grab on to since I’m nowhere near the edge of the rink.
I glance around me, noting the crowd skating around us as if we don’t even exist. Like we’re ghosts.
Hudson squeezes my hip lightly.
“I just… need a little practice,” I mutter.
Hudson carefully lets go of me, but I stop him because I feel like I’m going to fall.
“No,” I whine. “Please don’t let me fall on my ass in front of all these people.”
Hudson smirks.
“Tempting,” he says, carefully sliding his hand down my arm until his gloved hand finds mine. I still, realizing he’s holding my hand.
And I’m not… freaking out.
Before I can say anything, he tugs my hand and pulls me with him. I glide a little easier.
“Come on, Bambi,” he says, his voice full of humor and sweetness, and I find my footing. I push lightly, muscle memory kicking in as I find my balance. I squeeze his hand tight, never wanting to let go.
Round and round we go with the flow of the crowd, and then he lets go.
Panic hits me as he skates away, that I’m going to fall on my ass, but I realize that will only happen if I stop.
So I keep going. I keep my eyes on him as he skates backwards, toward the edge of the rink, where he stops. He keeps his gaze on me as I slowly make my way across the rink to where he stands, and when I get there, I realize how fast my heart is racing. I stop next to him, noting his smile.
“You ready for dessert?” he asks.
“There’s more?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. Hudson grins.
“Wait here,” he says, nodding to the empty metal bleachers behind the rink.
“Yeah, sure,” I say as we make our way out. I realize when I sit down how bad my legs ache. Despite being in shape, I’ve forgotten how straining this is on your ankles and calves. Fuck.
I catch my breath, watching the people in the rink skate around. Couples holding hands. Kids goofing off. I think about earlier, about Hudson leading me around the rink. Guiding me. With his hand in mine. How much I liked it. How I want to go back out there and do it again…
A moment later, he returns with two hot chocolates and sits beside me. I moan in delight when the hot liquid hits my tongue. It’s not the best hot chocolate; a little watery and too sweet, but it’s warm. Hudson shifts closer to me, his amber gaze finding mine, then drifting to my mouth.
“What?” I ask, noting the way he’s looking at me. “Do I have something on my face? Whipped cream? Chocolate?”
Hudson shakes his head.
“Nope.”
“Then why are you staring at me like that?”
Hudson looks away and for a minute I think he’s not going to answer me, then he turns back and holds my gaze firmly.
“I can’t stare at my boyfriend because I think he’s cute?”
My heart skips a beat, and it’s like the world stops. It’s not the first time he’s said it, now, what with yesterday and even earlier in my house, but…
It feels different.
It feels… romantic, I guess. He grins.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice cracking. “I mean, of course you can.”
Hudson sips his hot chocolate, and when he pulls it away, I note the small kiss of whipped cream on the edge of his nose, and I get an idea.
I carefully slide my phone out of my pocket.
“Hey, Huds,” I say with excitement.
“What?” he asks, turning toward me.
Click.
He looks a little confused. I lean into his space and carefully swipe my finger over his nose, wiping off the cream. He tenses, realizing what happened, and his cheeks turn a deep shade of scarlet.
“What? I can’t take a picture of my boyfriend because he looks cute with whipped cream all over his face?”
“Fuck you, Trey,” he says with a shove, but I don’t miss the humor in his voice.
“Asshole.”
The words hit me harder than they should, my cock jumping at the very thought. I freeze as it lands.
Though the sex stuff has been great—more than great, if I’m being honest—I know there’s some stuff we haven’t done, and I find myself both intrigued and terrified by the idea.
I haven’t brought it up, either; not that I would even know how. I mean… blowjobs are great, and I definitely didn’t hate when he was teasing my hole the other day while blowing me, but…
Does he want to do more? Do I want to try more?
I tense as I realize I can’t say no.
The thought of Hudson putting his fingers—or his cock—places not even my own fingers have been both terrifies me and makes my dick throb.
Fuck…
Hudson’s gaze narrows at me.
“You okay, Trey?” he asks, and part of me feels like he knows. Somehow, some way, he can read my mind, but I know that isn’t the case. Hudson is autistic. Not psychic.
Though maybe he does know more than he lets on…
“Yeah,” I say, taking a long drink of my hot chocolate. “Just, uh… a little tired, that’s all.”
Hudson drinks his hot chocolate before nodding.
“Yeah, me too. You ready to go home?” he asks.
“Yeah, sounds good.”
It doesn’t take long to change back into our shoes and get in the car, and the minute I get in the passenger seat, the exhaustion hits me. I fight to stay awake, though, not wanting to miss the end of this date.
Our first date.
We drive in silence, save for the low hum of the radio. Hudson sets his hand on my thigh, and I grab it without hesitation. When we get to my house, he opens my door before I can and helps me out.
“Such a gentleman,” I tease him. He slides his hand in mine and walks me to my door without a word. When we get there, I slide my wallet out and reach for my key, and then I note the second one in there. It stares at me, beckoning me.
So, I take a deep breath and look at Hudson.
“Hudson, I ha—”
But I don’t get to finish speaking, because Hudson crushes his mouth against mine, his hand going to my neck, pulling me to meet him.
I forget all my words as his mouth moves slowly against mine.
Hudson kisses me slowly. Like he wants to savor this as badly as I do. Like he doesn’t want this night to be over yet.
“Stay,” I whisper without thinking.
“What?”
I kiss him again, harder than he kissed me. He doesn’t startle, but relaxes as I probe my tongue in his mouth and grab his hip with all my might.
“You don’t want to leave, and I don’t want you to, either,” I tell him, pulling away.
He looks up at me, his amber gaze holding mine with that intensity I love so much.
“I can’t…” he says carefully. I lean my forehead against his.
So badly I want to tell him he can.
He can stay as long as he wants. He can stay forever if he wants…
But I also told Hudson I didn’t want to rush things because I always rush things. And fuck them up, and this… Hudson…
I don’t want to fuck it up. So I swallow hard, and nod.
“Okay,” I say, kissing him swiftly. “I had a great time tonight,” I whisper against his lips.
Hudson relaxes. “Me too.”
“I, uh… have something I need to give you. If that’s okay?” I ask carefully.
Hudson’s eyebrows furrow.
“Okay?”
My heart rises, catching in my throat as I pull out the spare key and hold it out in front of me. He looks at it with confusion.
“I think you should probably have one of these.” I clear my throat.
Hudson grabs it out of my hands carefully.
“Because you’re not always here,” he says plainly.
“Right—” I cough. “But, um… Also because…”
Hudson’s gaze holds mine, and I swear he looks like he’s about to pass out. I consider just kissing him instead, but if I don’t say it out loud… I never will.
“Because you’re my boyfriend and I want you to have it,” I say solidly.
Hudson nods, staring at the key.
“This way… you can stay whenever you want,” I breathe.
“Oh. Okay.” His voice is barely a whisper, and I lean down and kiss him again. He eases up and kisses me back. His hand finds my neck, and his fingers slide into my hair and he kisses me so deeply, so passionately, I think I actually see stars behind my eyes.
When I pull away, I smile.
“Good night, baby,” I say as I step back and open my door. Hudson smiles.
“Night, Bambi,” he says with a mischievous grin, sliding his hands in his coat pockets and walking backwards to his car.