33. Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Three
Trey
Music fills the air, a soft and melancholic rendition of Linger by the Cranberries echoing off the moss-covered walls.
It’s getting late, and most of the guests have already left, if they aren’t slowly meandering their way out now.
My gaze drifts to Alex, Austen, and Cameron, who are over in the corner talking to their parents, likely saying goodbye.
The cushions shift as Paul sits next to me, pulling my attention.
Neither of us say anything, but it’s not strange or awkward.
If anything, it’s more relaxed than I’ve felt in a long time.
He’s the first to break the silence as he nods at Andre, Mack, and Hudson.
“We should probably break up the nerds,” he says with a smirk. “Before one of them explodes like—” He animatedly makes a poof sound while miming what I think is his idea of an explosion, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I’d love to see you call Jordan a nerd to his face.”
Paul laughs. “Don’t tempt me. I’ve been drinking.”
Alex collapses on the lounge across from me, sprawling out like he’s melting into the cushions.
“What the hell are you assholes up to now?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder at Mack, Hudson, and Andre.
“Paul called your boyfriend a nerd,” I say with a grin.
The words come out easily, and it’s not because of the alcohol.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I can just…
be myself. I don’t have to filter what I say or worry about saying the wrong thing.
It’s oddly freeing. The alcohol might have something to do with it, too, but not entirely.
I have been drinking Shirley Temples for the last hour with Alex who keeps getting them for me every time he gets one for himself.
Paul shoves me playfully. “Traitor.”
I laugh as I drain my drink.
Alex chuckles. “Oh, I’m definitely telling him you said that.”
Paul moves faster than a speeding bullet as he gets up to shove Alex, who dodges him by nearly falling over on the lounge with laughter.
“You will not!” Paul says, but the threat is full of humor.
“He’ll probably beat your ass,” I say, their laughter contagious.
Alex shoves Paul off of him.
“That’s the fucking point, Kelly,” he says with a smirk.
“Point of what?” Mack asks as he drops next to Alex. Alex’s humorous smile turns to a sly grin and I don’t miss the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
“Nothing,” he says nonchalantly as he sits up, scooting closer to Mack.
The DJ announces the last song, thanking everyone for coming, even though the only people left are us.
Hudson takes his seat next to me, and I don’t think twice about shifting closer to him.
Austen and Cameron make their way over to us with Andre behind them.
Though Andre stands between Mack and Paul, hands in his pockets.
“So what do you say, Mr. Scott?” Cameron says with a knowing grin. He holds his hand out, palm up, imploring Austen with his gaze. His smile is almost as big as Austen’s.
I watch as he takes his husband’s hand and leads him out to the center of the dance floor as the soft sounds of Billie Eilish’s Birds Of A Feather fill the air.
None of us move as we watch them. Alex is the first to speak, his voice soft and warm.
“Dance with me?” He turns to Mack. “Please?” he pouts, his green eyes glistening with what look like the beginnings of tears, but I think that’s just the lighting.
Jordan lets out a sigh, and I think he’s going to say no, but… he doesn’t. He looks at Alex with a soft smile of defeat, and says, “Okay.” He grabs Alex by the hand and pulls him up. “Come on.”
I don’t miss the genuine smile on Alex’s face as he follows Jordan to the dance floor and they take their spot next to Austen and Cameron. Alex wraps his arms around Mack’s neck as he pulls him close, while Cameron and Austen glide across the floor like they own it.
Hudson clears his throat, pulling my attention.
“Do you—”
“Yes.” I grab Hudson’s hand and squeeze it tight. “I’d love to.”
Hudson smiles, and I pull him up from the couch, leading him to the floor.
It’s a little awkward as we both try to go for each other’s hips, then each other’s neck, and Paul and Andre laugh as they knock into us—I think purposefully—because when they do, it forces Hudson to steady himself by grabbing my hips, and I take the chance to settle my hands around Hudson’s neck comfortably.
His shoulders loosen as he pulls me closer, his amber gaze finding mine with familiar warmth as we find our groove, swaying with the music slowly.
The twinkling lights cast an iridescent glow, lighting his hair up like a golden halo, making his amber eyes glisten with flecks of gold.
I nearly step on him and he lets out a grunt.
“Sorry,” I say with a blush of my own.
Hudson sighs.
I meet his gaze. “You can lead.”
Hudson smirks as I lean a little closer.
“I love it when you lead.” The words fall out of my mouth too easily. I shift my position against him, our bodies pressed together.
Hudson chuckles, the sound warm and smooth. “Is that so?”
I nod, my gaze drifting to his mouth.
“Yes,” I whisper. “On this dance floor…” My lips find that sweet spot beneath his ear, grazing his skin as I whisper, “In the bedroom.”
He grins, his gaze darkening.
Between the sounds of the music, the warm air, and the way he’s looking at me…
I don’t think, I just close the distance and kiss him. Hudson startles for a moment, but relaxes almost instantly, kissing me back, and I forget about everything and anything else. When I break away, I note the sexy grin on his face.
“I love it when you do that,” he says, his eyes glittering with excitement.
“I love you,” I say softly.
He pulls me closer, his gaze drifting to my mouth before he looks at me, and kisses me again.
I grin as he deepens our kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. I hear a soft laugh behind us, but I can’t stop smiling as I break away.
“Want to get out of here?” Hudson asks, his voice a silky whisper.
I nod. “Fuck yes.”
“Your room or mine?” Hudson asks, his voice sweet like sugar.
I twist my lips, knowing I don’t have to think about it. “Yours.”
The walk back to the hotel is quiet, but not in an eerie way. I slip my fingers between Hudson’s. A couple people give us strange looks on the way, but it doesn’t bother me.
Not anymore.
He squeezes my hand before I let go, opening the door for him.
Hudson leads me through the lobby to the elevators.
The elevator opens and we both walk in. The doors close as Hudson presses the number four. I slide closer to him, unable to resist him. Something tells me that will never change.
I push him up against the elevator wall.
“Trey…” He groans, but it’s weak. He can’t resist me, either, and we both know it.
I pin him against the wall as I kiss his jaw.
“I can stop if you want.” My mouth finds that sweet spot and he cranes his neck, his hands coming to rest on the space where my neck meets my shoulder. His thumb brushes over my throbbing vein.
“If you can’t handle it,” I tease him. Hudson lets out a deep grunt.
“Of course I can handle it,” he growls as he grips my hip and flips me, pushing my back against the wall, the thud echoing around us.
I grin as I grab his throat, crushing my lips to his.
The door opens, and he gets off of me, his dark, amber gaze holding mine as he grabs my hand and leads me out of the elevator.
When we get to his room, there is no hesitation. The minute the door opens, Hudson’s hands go for my neck, his lips finding mine like a magnet. I untie his tie quickly, popping the buttons on his shirt as he goes for my belt, making deft work of removing it.
Between our rushed kisses and feverish touches, we’re both naked in minutes, kissing and shoving at one another as we fight to top the other.
Hudson wins, fair and square, as he shoves me against the bed and straddles me. His dick slides against mine; achingly hard and wet, and I groan in response, reaching to wrap my hand around us.
Hudson’s lips find mine and he kisses me so hard I think I see stars. He’s never kissed me like this , and I can’t help but groan in response. His hand finds mine—the one wrapped around us—and he pushes it away softly.
“Want… your… dick…” He breathes out the words in a rush. “In my… mouth.”
I grin as I push his head down. “Then by all means, baby. Take it.”
His lips graze the tip of my cock as he kisses it, his tongue sliding over my weeping slit and I groan. My fingers tighten my grip in his hair as I thrust my cockhead against his lips.
“It’s yours,” I breathe. Hudson looks up at me from between my legs, his amber eyes finding mine.
Hudson’s fingers trail down my legs as he takes my cock in his mouth and I curse.
“Oh, fuck…” I cry. One hand cups my balls as he presses his tongue into my slit, his thumb grazing my hole, and I nearly jump off the bed as a fresh bout of precum forms at my tip.
It’s been too long since I felt his mouth on my cock, and I don’t think I’ll be able to hold off.
“Mine.” He utters the word so beautifully, it’s hard to refute as he kisses my cock, taking me into the back of his throat. My balls tighten.
“Hudson, I’m—”
I barely get the words out to warn him before my orgasm wrecks me. He doubles down, sinking his fingernails into my skin.
“Fuck, I’m c-coming!” I tighten my grip in his hair as I hold him in place. He moans around my dick and I feel lightheaded as he keeps sucking, licking, and moaning, working me through my orgasm.
My fingers loosen in his hair and he crawls up my body slowly.
His mouth finds mine with precision, his cock sliding against my own, spreading his precum along my shaft.
He grinds his cock against mine, and I roll us over until I’m on top of him.
He looks up at me as I find his hands and move them above his head.
I slide my fingers between his. His cock throbs against mine as I look down at him, taking in the sight of him like this.
Cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes full of love and desire. I trace my fingers along his jaw, feeling the faint roughness of his stubble, the sharp cut of his jaw. My thumb slides over his bottom lip and he parts them for me without hesitation.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I whisper, unable to keep the words in. Not anymore.
Not ever again. I slide my thumb into his mouth, holding his gaze with my own.
His tongue slides around it, his eyes full of glazed desire.
I pull it out of his mouth and carefully slide my hand between us.
I find his hole easily, and he sucks in a breath when I brush my thumb over his entrance.
Once, twice, three times, before I slowly press my thumb into the edge of his hole.
“Trey—” he cries.
I lean down, his lips inches away from mine.
“I love you,” I whisper, slowly building a rhythm in and out of him until his eyes fall shut. “I love you so fucking much, Hudson.”
His gaze finds mine, flecks of gold glittering in his amber irises.
His hips thrust up against me as he reaches for me and crushes his lips to mine.
“Fuck,” he curses, his cum painting my dick, my stomach, and even a bit of my chest.
I lose myself in his kiss, in the feel of his solid body beneath me.
For a moment, we just lay there, me on top of him, his cum all over me, breathing heavily. His arms come up around me, and he holds me close as I rest my head on his chest. His heartbeat is racing.
“I love you, too,” he says softly.
I grin.
I don’t know how long we lay there, but finally I get up and pull him with me, leading him to the shower. The water is hot, but it’s a welcome heat.
I take my time washing him up, and he does the same with me. When we get out of the shower, we dry each other off, but don’t bother to dress.
We crawl into Hudson’s bed, and he curls close to me.
“Are we supposed to cuddle now?” he asks, his voice full of teasing sarcasm.
“If you want,” I say, sliding my arm around his shoulders and pulling him close.
“Sure.”
He throws his arm over my hip and buries his face against my neck. I close my eyes and breathe him in.
“I have something to tell you,” I say, letting my fingers trace his skin, the shape of his shoulder.
“What?” His voice is content.
“I applied for a job. With Power Play.”
“Power Play?” he asks. “Mandy’s company?”
I nod, closing my eyes. “Mhmm.”
“Oh,” he says, his breathing almost melodic.
“But I wouldn’t be working with her,” I say carefully. “I’d be working from home. ”
“Home?” Hudson asks, his voice childlike. “Like… in Miami or—”
My heart beats to the rise and fall of his chest, his steady breaths.
“No, home as in Minnesota. With you,” I say, opening my eyes. I look at him in my arms.
He stills. “If that’s what you want,” I say carefully. “But if you don’t—”
Hudson presses his lips to my skin.
He’s quiet for a moment, and I think he’s fallen asleep, but then he speaks.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” I glance down at him, noting he’s staring at me. “I meant what I said about the future. I don’t know what that looks like, but I know I want you there. And you’re in Minnesota, so—”
Hudson grasps my jaw and pulls me to his lips.
“I want that, too,” he whispers.
I let out a contented, soft moan.
“Speaking of home…” I feel my eyes getting heavy. “When is your flight?”
“Tomorrow morning,” he says. “11:30. You?”
“Didn’t get one,” I admit. Hudson leans up, looking down at me. “What do you mean you didn’t get one?”
“I had this grand idea that maybe…” I roll over, onto my side. Hudson does the same. “Maybe if I was lucky, you’d forgive me and we could go home together. ”
Hudson grins.
“Or….” He scoots closer, placing a hand on my hip.
“Or what?”
“I could cancel my flight, and we could get a car and drive home?”
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I tease him.
“There are no storms in the forecast,” he says solidly. “I checked.”
I lean in and kiss him softly.
“I’m sure you did.”
He gives me a knowing look.
“We could spend the morning in bed,” Hudson says with warmth.
“Order chocolate croissants and coffee…” I say.
Hudson laughs. “Watch movies.”
“Read…” I say contentedly.
Hudson chuckles, his voice sleepy. “Fuck.”
My eyes close as comfort and exhaustion hit me. I hold him close to my chest, breathing in his rainwater scent and cherishing the warmth between us.
“Sounds perfect,” I say, my heart full of love and happiness.
Because no matter what we do, it will be perfect.
Because I love him and he loves me, and that’s all I really need.