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It started as an innocent curiosity. Well, as innocent as wondering if it was really possible to wear a butt plug during the length of a drive from Montreal to Ottawa could be. But Hudson had certainly had worse thoughts. Hell, he’d had worse thoughts within the last hour. It just so happened that this one stuck in his mind.
He’s a little drunk when the thought first comes to him. He and Connor are sitting on FaceTime and each making their way through a bottle of wine as they chat. The conversation goes in and out, occasionally stopping entirely as they just enjoy each others’ presence, even if only virtually.
“Can’t fucking wait to start filming again so we can be in the same damn place again,” Connor said.
Hudson smiled, “Awww you miss me Connie?”
“Always, baby,” Connor said, seriously. Hudson’s body went warm at the honesty. Even after a year of knowing each other and having this insane fucking connection, there were still moments that took Hudson by surprise at how much the love he felt for Connor was reciprocated. Half of him wanted to sink into the moment and let just how much he missed Connor spill out, but he was worried that with the wine in him, he might do something horrible like cry if he did.
So he covered the emotion with humor and winked down at the camera, “You’re just excited to get to your hands on this body again when we start filming,” Hudson did a little shimmy to show off his shirtless torso better, “bet you can’t wait for some of those season two scenes.”
Connor laughed at him and rolled his eyes with a smile, “yeah Huddy, that too, gotta check out how much fitter you’ve managed to get.”
“Did you get a chance to read through the script yet?” Hudson asked.
“Yeah, been working on getting back into the accent. Harder with how many emotional lines Ilya has this time.”
“You’ll be amazing papi, you know that,” Hudson insisted. He paused, then leered down at the camera, “Which sex scene are you most excited for?”
“Trophy room, obviously,” Connor replied.
“Fuck yeah, I knew we were soulmates, that’s mine too,” Hudson cheered, “I can’t stop thinking about when Shane drives to Ottawa with a plug up his ass, though. No one can actually have something up there for three hours, right?”
“Sure you can? I’ve done it,” Connor said, causing Hudson to look incredulously at him.
“Connie, you telling me you’ve driven to Ottawa with a plug in,” he said.
“Asshole, obviously not. But I have worn one for that long. Keeps you on edge; just enough friction to stay turned on, but never enough to come, so when you finally do it’s like, ughhh,” Connor’s eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned to emphasize his point. Hudson squirmed a little on the couch and his dick twitched. You’d think he’d be immune to Connor’s sex noises by now, but this one took him by surprise.
“Maybe I need to try it out. For research purposes,” Hudson hadn’t done much experimenting with his ass, honestly. He’s had a girl press her finger up there once, but he didn’t really feel much from it so he’d stuck to what worked; his dick. But this conversation had him thinking. Considering.
“Sure, baby, research purposes,” Connor smirked at him. Their conversation spun out towards other topics until they both fell asleep on the phone, and Hudson should have forgotten about his research, like he did with most drunken ideas that popped into his head, but the look on Connor’s face when he moaned was imprinted in his brain and he needed to know if it was really that good. If it was even possible for him to keep it in there that long.
In the morning, he placed an order for a butt plug.
~
An unmarked package was on Hudson’s doorstep. He was slightly wary of this, because since the show blew up, he’d had fans find his address and send him all kinds of things. Some were very sweet, handmade gifts, but others were boxes of glitter and condoms. He didn’t know which way this one would go.
He brought the package in and shook it around, trying to see if he could hear glitter. He grabbed some scissors and moved to his back porch, just in case. When he opened it, a box labelled “Simple Pleasures” fell out and it all clicked in his brain. Right, the butt plug. He doesn’t even know what he was thinking when he bought it. Something about research and also Connor being able to keep one in and also Connor moaning over the phone, just for him.
He was honestly getting a little worked up just thinking about it again, but he didn’t have time to mess with it right now, he had so many appointments and an audition this week. He shoved it in his bedside table drawer and proceeded to forget about it until he was packing to go visit Connor in LA. He reached into his drawer, looking for the book he was currently reading, and pulled his hand out with a butt plug case in it.
Well, his flight today was 3 hours; the same as Shane’s drive to Ilya in the book. This could be the perfect test. He set it to the side, finished packing (which was mostly just his skincare, because he knew he’d end up wearing Connor’s clothes while there anyway), and settled onto his bed.
He grabbed some lube, and, like, was regular lube okay to use for this? Or did he need special ass lube? He figured there was no time to worry about it and that lube was lube and it would have to work. He pulled down his sweats and got to work attempting to open himself up for the plug.
He breathed out deeply and tried to relax. He poured some lube on his fingers and gently circled his hole. He pressed one finger in and was disappointed by the vague nothing he felt. There was some discomfort and tightness, but nothing wowing him. He thought about a model at a party he was at recently and how her dress hit her upper thighs. He thought about a woman he saw at the bar last weekend and how low her shirt was. He thought about Connor moaning in his ear. Fuck.
He added a second finger, knowing he’d need to be stretched further to be able to fit the plug in. He added more lube to help him along and frowned in annoyance. What was even the point of this; it felt so forced and clinical. Maybe with the plug in it would be different. He scissored his fingers a little to add to the stretch, but quickly got impatient. His dick was barely even interested in this. He huffed and took his fingers out, reaching for the plug.
He coated it in lube and pressed it slowly into his hole. His hole tightened around the plug and tried to push it back out, but Hudson forced himself to relax again. If Connor could do this, he definitely could. Did Connor do it just like this on his own? Did it feel better for him? Did someone help him? Hudson frowned, erasing the last thought from his head. For some reason, he never liked the image of anyone else with his Connor.
Hudson shook it off and pushed the plug in the rest of the way. He shifted his hips around to test if it was in enough to stay and nodded approvingly to himself. The flared base was pressed right against his ass and he was ready to go. He cleaned up, grabbed his belonging, and headed to the airport with a bright blue plug up his ass.
~
At the airport, Hudson couldn’t stop grinning to himself. He felt like he had this dirty little secret that no one was the wiser about. Going through security he had a minor panic that the plug would somehow set off the alarm, but everything was fine and he sighed in relief. He texted Connor that his flight was about to leave, not expecting a response from the worst texted he’d ever met, and turned off his phone.
He settled in his seat on the plane and shifted until he felt comfortable enough. He still didn’t really get the whole point of this. It just felt present and kind of annoying, but not necessarily pleasurable, beyond the thrill of it. The thrill did have his body rushing hot every time he thought about the people around him not knowing.
He was more than halfway through the flight, watching a movie, and he had mostly forgotten the plug was even in, when they hit a patch of turbulence. The seatbelt warning signs went on, the pilot made an announcement, and they hit a bump that caused the plug to shift to exactly the wrong spot. Or maybe the right spot. Either way, he stifled a gasp and felt his dick start to harden.
Because what the fuck was that. He’d been wearing it for hours at this point and this was the first time it was affecting him like this. And it was definitely affecting him. With each bump of turbulence, the plug shifted more and pressed down onto the spot of heaven and hell combined. He continued to try to adjust how he was sitting and was awkwardly biting his lip to stop from moaning out loud.
The woman next time him reached over and patted his shoulder, assuring him that turbulence was nothing to be nervous about and that she was sure it would pass soon. She did not know that the turbulence he was worried about was the turbulence in his ass. He was going to die right here in this plane seat. He pulled off his sweatshirt and bundled it up to cover his lap and discreetly press down on his dick to hopefully stop it from getting any harder. The plane hit another bump and oh god Hudson was not going to survive this.
How the fuck had Shane driving with this in his ass. He must have never hit a single bump in the road because this was insane.
Fuck it. He tapped the woman next to him and excused himself to the bathroom. Once there, he ensured the door was locked, pulled down his pants, and stared, distressed, at his hard dick sticking out. There was no way this was going down on its own and he needed to have at least a single ounce of decorum and not walk back onto the plane with a hard on visible from space.
He sighed and reached down to grab his dick, sighing in relief the second he touched it. He had to do this quick; there was no time and he had no patience for any build up or teasing. He tugged furiously at his cock, licking his hand once to ease the friction. It only took a few more strokes, and thinking about how obvious it would be if he were to even make a single noise, before he came hard into the toilet. Did this count as joining the mile high club? He figured it didn’t, which was disappointing, but it’s not like he’d ever admit this embarrassing experience to anyone anyway.
The moment of peace from having come passed, and his next task was to get this plug the fuck out of him. He propped one foot up on the toilet seat and reached behind him to try to tug it out, but the bathroom was so small and his foot kept slipping off the seat cover and he couldn’t get the right angle to grasp it. Fuck, fucking hell. The plane hit another patch of turbulence and he almost brained himself on the little sink. Well. That was a sure sign that this would not be happening here.
He cleaned up, took a steadying breath, and walked innocently back to his seat. The woman next to him asked if he was feeing sick and if he needed a ginger ale from the flight attendant. He thanked her, but waved her off, and spent the last 30 minutes of the flight trying and failing to not get hard again.
His dick apparently did not give a fuck about the painful oversensitivity happening in his ass and was slowly but valiantly perking up. He pressed down on the base and tied his sweatshirt around his waist to cover himself as he stood and gathered his luggage.
Soon, so soon, he’d be back at Connor’s and he could- what? Run to the bathroom and claim to need to shower? Be as quiet as possible while he jacked off again (because he would definitely have to)? Hope that he could get an okay angle in Connor’s little bathroom and get this damn thing out? Tell his best friend he needed to borrow his bed alone for 30 minutes because he was a fucking idiot?
Whatever, fuck, he’d figure out what to say when he got there. A short, hopefully smooth, drive to Connor’s apartment and then he could deal with it. One step at a time.
~
There was something wrong with Hudson. Usually, Connor couldn’t get him to, and didn’t often want him to, shut up, but right now he was weirdly quiet. And stiff. And he didn’t collapse into his hug earlier like he normally would. Connor was trying valiantly to not feel hurt about it.
He flashed Hudson another weird look when he squirmed in his seat and glared out the window at nothing. Seriously, what was going on with his boy. Connor was a very direct person when it came to Hudson; he never considered beating around the bush with him because there was no point in worrying if it would go poorly. They called each other soulmates for a reason.
“Okay what the fuck is going on Huddy,” Connor finally burst out.
“What? Nothing, papi, I’m fine,” Hudson flushed red and wouldn’t meet his eyes. Liar.
“Why are you bothering to lie to me, baby? You know you’re going to tell me anyway,” Connor said.
Hudson lasted about three more seconds of silence before letting out a long sigh and looking to the roof of the car, “Okay so. Remember that talk we had?”
“You’re going to have to be more specific Hud,” Connor laughed.
“Ughhhh. Okay you can’t make fun of me,” Hudson sternly pointed a finger at Connor.
“Well now I’m definitely going to make fun of you,” Connor replied.
“Fuck you, babe,” Hudson sighed again, “alright so a few weeks ago we talked about the scenes we were most excited to film? And had that chat about the butt plug scene? And I said I didn’t think it was possible? And you said you had done it?”
Connor had a horrible thought that he knew where this was going, but Hudson wasn’t that stupid, was he? “Yeahhh,” he said warily.
“So I may have taken that as a challenge, and ordered one, and put it in before the plane, and couldn’t get it out on the plane, and I already came once because of the fucking turbulence, but I’m still so fucking turned on I could die, Connie, die,” Hudson rushed out the words into one spiraling sentence.
Connor almost crashed the car between fits of laughter and the new knowledge that Hudson was sitting next to him with a plug in his ass.
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry, I know it’s not funny but it’s also very very funny,” Connor said through his laughter, “what was your endgame plan here? Get so turned on that you had to jerk off in my apartment? Hide in the shower? Suffer through not being able to get off?” There was clearly no thought put into any of this. Hudson was ridiculous.
They hit a speed bump and Hudson whined. Oh. Oh. Hudson may be the one with the plug, but Connor was potentially the one who wasn’t going to make it through this drive home. He tightened his hands on the steering wheel and forced himself to stay the speed limit, avoiding any potholes or bumps in the road. He didn’t think he could handle another Hudson sex noise when they were alone with no cameras.
“Okay so you’ve got two choices baby,” Connor started, “you can either get in my bed at home and figure out how to get it out all on your own and leave unsatisfied and deciding that ass play just isn’t for you. I love you, but I am not letting you jerk off in my bed,” Hudson frowned.
“Connie I gotta get off so bad, please,” Hudson begged prettily.
“Well then maybe you want the second option. I go to my room with you, fuck you with the plug and then my fingers, and you learn how to have the best orgasm of your life,” Connor said. There’s no way Hudson would be stupid enough to show up to his house like this and not want to be fucked by him. He knew Hudson well and he was confident this is where it was going.
“That one. That. Connie, baby. Need it,” Hudson panted out, and Connor looked to his right to see him pressing his hand down on his dick.
“Hey, none of that,” Connor snapped gently, “It’s going to be so much better if you wait for me.” Hudson immediately lifted his hand from his crotch and crossed his arms across his chest instead. Hudson always listened to Connor, it was pavlovian.
They made it home and rushed in the door, dropping a path of shoes and bags and sunglasses by the door and through the hallway as they made their way to Connor’s bedroom. Connor sat on the bed and pulled Hudson towards him.
“Gonna kiss you now Huddy, okay? Want to see what you can do for real, not as Shane,” Shane breathed heavily, eyes glued to Connor’s mouth, and nodded slowly. Connor grabbed the front of Hudson’s shirt and tugged until he was on Connor’s lap. Good.
leaned up to Hudson’s mouth and kissed him slowly, wet and warm. He pressed harder until Hudson returned it with fervor. The desperation Hudson had felt in the car must have started to return, because Hudson was pressing himself closer and kissing with more bite to it, sucking Connor’s lower lip into his mouth until he moaned, followed by a soothing lick from his tongue. They kissed open mouthed and messy until Connor lost patience and slipped his tongue fully in to tangle with Hudson’s.
Connor tucked a hand under Hudson’s shirt and couldn’t resist reaching up to squeeze at his chest. Hudson gasped and dropped his head into Connor’s neck, grinding down onto his lap.
“Connie, I need it, please,” Hudson panted out, grinding harder.
“Yeah you really do, don’t you baby,” he said, finally pulling back to strip their shirts off, only pausing to flick Hudson’s nipple. Hudson had a moment of consciousness and shoved him for that one, but he also let out a little moan, so Connor figured it was fair game.
They separated to take the rest of their clothes off, and Connor laid back on his bed, patting the side of it for Hudson to join him. Hudson rolled his eyes but acquiesced.
“So now what papi? I’ve never really done this before,” Hudson asked, with zero nerves showing. He was always one to be blunt and just go for what he wanted.
“Now I’m going to prove to you the joys of having something in your ass,” Connor said, “And you’re going to be an excellent student.”
“We are not doing student/teacher roll play Connie,” Hudson rolled his eyes.
“Fineeee, boring,” Connor said with a smile, all teeth, then flipped himself to straddle Hudson’s hips. He ground down once, because he really couldn’t help himself, then pressed his mouth to Hudson’s beautiful chest. He mouthed at his nipples, squeezing his tits and licking between them. God he’d wanted to worship his chest for a while, and finally having the opportunity almost distracted him from his main goal.
Connor reached a hand down and pressed a finger lightly down on the base of the plug. Hudson seemed unable to decide if he wanted to squirm closer towards the press or further away. He settled for letting Connor choose. Connor pulled out lube from his bedside drawer and went to pour some on his fingers to make removing the plug easier and smoother.
“Oh so anal lube is a different thing,” Hudson murmured to himself, fiddling with the container.
“How are you possibly focusing on that right now. Clearly I need to work harder,” Connor followed that statement by pulling the plug out in one smooth motion and shoving it back in. Hudson collapsed flat on his back, legs splayed out and head thrown back as he moaned.
Sweat was pooling on Hudson’s stomach as Connor rocked the plug in and out of him. He leaned down and licked at the salty sweat while looking up into Hudson’s blown out eyes. He sucked a small mark into his hip to ensure he’d remember who fucked him this good in the morning, then licked up the underside of his dick. Hudson’s hands moved immediately into his hair, needing something to grasp on to as he fell apart.
He sucked the head of Hudson’s cock into his mouth, keeping eye contact all along. Hudson panted above him, sweat now dripping down his temples from the exertion and overstimulation. Connor took pity on him and finally slid the plug all the way out, replacing it with his fingers. He crooked them a few times until he found just the right spot that made Hudson moan again and start cursing him out.
“Connie, baby, fuck, need- need you. Need more,” Hudson gasped out.
Connor pulled his mouth off Hudson’s dick and Hudson whined at the loss, “No baby, you’re getting exactly what you asked for when you came here, to me, with a plug in your ass. Best finger fucking of your damn life. And you’re going to come just from that, and it’s going to be the best thing you’ve ever felt.”
“Fine, fine, just do it now I can’t wait any longer,” Hudson begged again, tugging impatiently at Connor’s curls.
Connor switched from lazy pushes of his fingers to a more purposeful press directly at the spot that was driving Hudson crazy. Their banter and begging turned to panting and soft moans. Connor connected his mouth to Hudson’s again and they kissed messily until Hudson tensed up and came, untouched, onto his stomach. His hole squeezed around Connor’s fingers and Connor whimpered. Watching Hudson come, from his hands, because of him, was an experience he had thought he’d be prepared for due to their filming, but there was nothing in him that had been ready for how beautiful he was like this.
Connor’s hand moved desperately to his weeping, neglected cock. His other slid out of Hudson’s hole and went directly to Hudson’s chest, squeezing tight again. Looking down at Hudson’s stomach covered in come, it only took a few strokes before Connor was coming and adding to the mess. He collapsed backwards onto the bed next to Hudson. He may never move again.
Connor looked over to Hudson, just to see him already looking back at him with a grin.
“So we’re doing that again, right?” Hudson asked.
“Yeah, baby, we need to see if you can make me come without touching my dick or if I’m more talented than you,” Connor smirked.
Hudson’s eyes narrowed at the challenge, halfway looking like he was about ready to get started on that right now. How he could be thinking about another round when the come all over him hadn’t even dried yet was a mystery to Connor.
“Huddy, take a break, you earned it,” Connor pressed a kiss to the top of Hudson’s shoulder.
“I just, I don’t think I can go back to not having this. Having you. I think I’ve wanted it for a long time and just didn’t realize,” Hudson said.
“Yeah I’ll say you wanted it. Showing up to my house with a plug up your ass and telling me all about it,” Connor grinned, “But honestly, same, baby. Knew there would come a time when I couldn’t hold back anymore and glad it happened now.”
“Good,” Hudson nodded like everything was solved now, “because you’re mine and I’ll be requiring orgasms daily from you.” Maybe in Hudson’s world, that’s all that mattered- the press, their agents, their friends and family, the show; none of that was as important as the two of them being in sync.
“Okay deal, but if I’m giving you orgasms every day, you’re not allowed any from anyone else,” Connor glared.
“Obviously Connie, I’m not about to allow anyone else to touch you and figured you’d feel the same about me,” Hudson said this like it was already a fact, and Connor figured it kind of was. They’d always been possessive of each others’ time and space and bodies and this was just an extension of that.
“Perfect, settled, now let’s fucking shower because you’re sticky as hell,” Connor said. Hudson groaned and flopped more into the bed and Connor could tell he was about to fight to stay right where he was, so he pulled out a card he thought might work, “Whoever gets in the shower first gets a blow job from the other.” And that was enough to get Hudson up and scrambling towards the bathroom, shoving at Connor and laughing the whole way.
Yeah, this was definitely the best thing to happen to Connor since he met Hudson last year. He did a little thank you prayer to the patron saint of butt plugs and hopped in the shower with his person.