One hand covered his chest for a second, fingers splayed and hot, and he could feel each and every impression.
Hudson breathed in deep and took Jack’s hand before he could pull it away. “That’s a hot touch, baby.”
“You make me want. Bad.” They were staring into each other, beginning to pant.
“I need you, Jack.”All the time.
“Good thing I’m right here, darlin’. C’mere.” Jack pushed the tray to the bottom of the bed and drew him right in.
That was it. He was the center of Jack’s universe right now, and he intended to enjoy it. He hooked a leg over Jack’s hip and whispered, “Anywhere you want me.”
“Yeah? You know the right things to say.” That smile grew, Jack dragging his tongue over his lips.
“That’s luck. It’s just the truth.” He caught Jack’s tongue in his teeth, teasing.
Those pretty eyes lit up, and Jack’s hands landed on his ass.
He took that as an invitation and rolled, straddling Jack, hands pressing into that muscled chest. He grinned down at Jack. “You sure you want me to wear you out before a show?”
Jack’s hips rolled up, pushing at him with that heavy prick. “I’m sure I still want you to remember who I am on Wednesday.”
He snorted, snatching the lube of the nightstand, not that he needed much; he’d been slick all night. That was ridiculous. Sweet, but ridiculous. “Who are you again?”
“Just some random cowboy that’s after you and your fine self.”
“Right, I remember now.” He let Jack snap on a condom, then didn’t waste any time, lining up Jack’s thick prick and taking it in. “Fuck, yeah. I remember.”
“Thank God for that.” Jack grabbed his hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Now, let me erase everyone else.”
Easy. There’s never been anyone else.
He’d take the bruises though. He liked them, and they hung around a lot longer than the delicious soreness Jack always left him with.
He lifted up and sank down hard, even without Jack’s help, loving how their bodies met, and the sound of skin on skin that rang against the ceiling.
“So fucking right.” Jack closed his eyes and started moving with him, expression pure bliss.
That was what he wanted to remember until Wednesday—and beyond—that look that he was convinced—no matter how many other men there had been along the way—was only for him.
“Yeah. I’m gonna send you off to your show so fucking high.” Hudson moved hard and fast, encouraged by the way Jack groaned as he hauled on his hips.
“Fuck yes. Best ride is right here, Hudson.” Jack was completely with him, and it felt so right.
Hudson liked the bit of control he had until Jack caught his cock in a tight fist, and then it was all over. He howled loud enough they had to hear him down the hall, and his hips went wild.
“There’s my man.” That whisper seemed like it was a bellow, and Hudson grasped the words tight.
Then all he could do was hold on as Jack pounded him like a hammer with a nail.
“Fuck… fuck…” He repeated until his orgasm slammed into him, making his eyes cross and his vision tunnel. Jack murmured praise he barely heard and didn’t let up, even as he went ragdoll heavy over Jack’s chest.
It didn’t take but a couple more thrusts before Jack was roaring, thrusts rough and crazed until he stilled, trembling under him.
Jack’s chest rose and fell hard under his cheek. Hudson slid a hand under Jack’s shoulder in a weak sort of hug as they panted and groaned, both of them trying to find air.
“God, that was a fine breakfast.” Jack’s lips brushed his ear.
“Mhm.” He hauled in a breath so he could answer. “Even better than waffles.” He kissed Jack’s shoulder and pushed up, smiling at Jack’s damp hair and hooded eyes. “Gosh. You look totally wiped out.”