Work Text:
Hudson was late.
Well, not really. The carpet was technically still open, and it would be for another hour or so. But by Connor's standards? He was late.
It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since they'd last seen each other, but Connor kind of needed him here. They were at the fucking MET. Connor could network just fine, even in the room of A-list celebrities, but he really wanted to have someone there that was familiar.
He had no idea what Hudson was going to be wearing. It was kept a secret even from him, which he thought was unfair. But, he liked the anticipation. Was he going for a suit? Lace?
The last thing he had heard before stepping out was that Hudson was seen in a robe. A robe and makeup.
So, maybe it wasn't just the nerves that made him want Hudson there so bad. Connor wanted to see him. Maybe find a way to get his hands on him as soon as possible.
He could feel his phone weighing heavily in his pocket. He wanted to text Hudson. God, he wanted to track his fucking location just to see-
His phone vibrated. He was standing in line, waiting for another interview. More photos. He slipped it out of his pocket just enough to open the text thread.
Groupchat/To: Huddy (Shane)
Coming
Bathroom selfie?
duh
❤️
Connor smiled before shoving his phone back into his pocket. When they had both gotten their MET invites and FaceTimed each other about it, the first time they talked about was how badly they wanted to take one of the infamous bathroom selfies.
They would, hopefully, get a group photo with.. whoever happened to drag them into the bathroom for one. But they both agreed that they wanted a solo one, too. One just for them. Hudson had mentioned taking one every year together, and it gave Connor a rush. Doing this every year. Together.
Connor focused back into the moment. He needed to get through his first MET. They both did. He stepped up to talk to the interviewer.
Blue. Baby blue. Makeup. Train.
Those were the words Connor heard floating around attached to Hudson’s name. And he still had yet to catch a glimpse of him. Why had he gotten there so early? Because now Hudson was stuck doing interviews and photos while Connor mingled with a drink in his hand.
He had talked to so many people. Some people he, embarrassingly, didn't even know the names of. But they knew him. They all knew him. And of course they knew Hudson. They kept asking Connor about him.
Where is he? Did you get ready together? His outfit looks amazing. Are the trains supposed to be matching? You two are so cute.
His phone buzzed again. There was only one person he had left his notifications on for the evening. He didn't want to risk taking his phone out of his pocket, though. So he simply, politely, excused himself from his conversation so he could scan the room.
Connor didn't see Hudson. He knew that he would be able to pick him out of a crowd, even if he didn't know what he was wearing. They were always able to do that at events like this, like they gravitated towards each other no matter what.
His phone buzzed again. Was Hudson already in the bathroom waiting? He supposed it wouldn't hurt to go check. Connor handed his mostly-full drink off to one of the staff, thanked them, then started walking.
He'd located the bathroom almost as soon as he got there. One, obviously, for the photo. And two, in case he needed a moment of peace to soothe his nerves. He thought he did a pretty good job of remaining calm on the carpet, with people calling his name and screaming for him, but he had been freaking out a little bit.
Connor walked, waving politely to people and making brief conversation where it was appropriate, but ultimately stayed on his mission. He hoped that there wouldn't be too many people in there already. Surely people waited until they got a little drunk to start taking pictures. After the exhibit, after dinner.
He waited outside of the bathroom door for a brief moment to see if he heard any laughing or talking inside, and when he didn't he pushed it open.
“Holy shit,” Connor said, his voice bouncing off of the walls.
“Baby,” Hudson breathed out, and was stepping forward to hug him before Connor could even drink in the sight of him.
He hugged him back. Not too tightly, very aware of the expensive clothes they were both wearing, but tight enough that they both felt it. Tight enough to settle the nerves. When the hug broke, Connor kept his hands on Hudson's arms. Hudson's hands on his waist.
“Oh my god,” Connor said, a little wide eyed as he looked Hudson up and down. “You look fucking great, Huddy.”
Hudson smiled, squeezing Connor's hips. “Yeah? It's not too much?”
“Absolutely not. You're stunning.”
“You look great too,” Hudson said quickly. “I'm glad you lost the jacket.” He brought his hands up to Connor's arms, squeezing his biceps.
Connor's hands fell then, on Hudson’s waist. Switching places. “I thought you were going to be naked?”
Hudson laughed. The sound echoed around the empty bathroom. “That's what everyone thought.”
“I heard that you told them that?”
Hudson just grinned. “I have to keep everyone on their toes, you know?”
Connor rolled his eyes. Fondly, of course. “How did your interviews go?”
“Uh, good. I think. I got asked about my body, getting ready. The outfit, obviously. What inspired it.”
“What's the story?” Connor said. He moved his hands up to fix Hudson's train. He knew that the bathroom floors were probably clean enough to eat off of, but he was still very conscious about the fact that both of their outfits were dragging on the ground.
“Oh, uh,” Hudson pulled his hands away to gesture up to his face. “Aika and I were thinking, white swan going to black swan.” He pointed to one eye, then the other. “And this is custom,” he held his arms out to show off the jacket.
“I like that it's cropped,” Connor said simply. He wanted to bite Hudson's stomach.
“Shut up,” Hudson shoved his shoulder. “We should probably take a picture before people notice we're missing.”
“Right. C’mere,” Connor wrapped his arm around Hudson's waist and pulled him to the large wall-sized mirror.
Hudson fixed his train, then reached over to fix Connor's while Connor got his phone out. The lighting in the bathroom was good. They both looked really good. Connor tried not to think about all of the opinions on their outfits that he would see online later.
“You'll send these to me, right?”
“Duh, Hudson,” Connor squeezed his hip.
Hudson draped his arm across Connor's shoulders and leaned into him. Connor leaned into him too as he opened his camera app.
He adjusted the focus before taking a few photos. In the middle of them, Hudson turned his head to press a kiss to his cheek. He was grateful (and somehow still upset) that Hudson wasn't wearing lipstick.
When he was done, he turned off his phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
“Awe, I want to see,” Hudson reached for it.
Connor swatted him away. “I'll literally send them to you later.”
“But I need to see if they look good,” Hudson frowned. The makeup made his eyes look so much sadder than they usually did. It really drove the point of kicked-puppy. It reminded Connor of last night when-
Focus. He took his phone out of his pocket and pressed it into Hudson's waiting hand. Hudson unlocked it just by looking at it since they'd added their faces into each other's phones when they'd bought them together.
“Oh these are good,” Hudson said.
Connor didn't bother to look at them. Not when he could look at the real thing right in front of him. He was a little obsessed with Hudson’s hair. It was styled in a way he hadn't seen before, and he couldn't wait to mess it up.
He also couldn't wait to mess up his makeup. Maybe he could make him cry to watch the eyeliner track down his cheeks and stain the pillows.
This was not focusing. And it was becoming a problem. He shifted his weight on his feet. Hudson handed him his phone back and Connor took it, dropping it back into his pocket.
“Are you okay?” Hudson said. Connor was staring. He knew he was staring, because he wanted to get a good mental image of the things he was thinking about.
“Yeah,” Connor said. His mouth felt a little dry. His eyes scanned over Hudson again. The way the jacket was open. How it was cut off and Connor could see his abs and just barely could see the dips of his waist. He thought about how he had held them tightly the night before, how his fingers dug deep into his skin. Not hard enough to bruise, apparently. Unfortunately.
“You really like the outfit, huh?” Hudson put his hands on his hips. Connor wanted to jump him. To kiss him stupid right here in the bathroom of the fucking MET.
Like was an understatement. All of it was just.. it was fantasy fuel, really. Connor couldn't wait to see the photos later so he could save them all.
“Obviously,” he huffed. There was no point in trying to lie. Hudson could read him well. Maybe better than he could read himself sometimes.
“Are you going to do something about it?”
Connor short-circuited a little. “What?”
Hudson took a step closer. He dropped his hand to the front of Connor's pants, pressing against his half hard cock. Connor's hands flew up to grab Hudson's waist again. Partially to stabilize himself, partially just to touch him again.
“Huddy. We are at a fucking event right now-”
“Has that stopped us before?” Hudson pressed harder.
And, fuck. No. It hadn't.
Connor was moving them. Walking backwards and trying not to step on his own train as he dragged Hudson into the bathroom stall.
The door closed and he fumbled with the lock before pushing Hudson against the door. He kissed him, hard, keeping a tight grip on his waist so he wouldn't reach up to grab his hair. They still had places to be after this. People to talk to. Pictures to take.
Hudson moaned into his mouth, his hands firm on Connor's biceps. Connor kissed him desperately, licking into his mouth and dragging his tongue over Hudson’s teeth. The same teeth that had fucking grills on them the night before.
Connor thought about how it had felt when they kissed. How it had felt when Hudson sucked him off. It certainly didn't help how he was straining in his pants right now, surely leaving a wet spot on the Calvin Klein boxers.
He broke the kiss and resisted the urge to kiss the rest of Hudson. To suck another light mark into his neck, to push open his stupidly expensive jacket to bite his nipples until they were swollen and red.
But, he couldn't. Not here. This already was a stupidly bad idea. But he was too hard to ignore it now. And the way Hudson was nudging at him, Connor knew he was more than eager to help.
Connor took a small step back. As much as he could in the stall without bumping into anything. Luckily it was just enough room for Hudson to drop to his knees right in front of him.
Connor reached for the train, moving it so it wouldn't be spilling out underneath the bathroom stall. Hudson was already working at his belt, tugging at his pants with practiced ease.
“Oh yeah. How is your Calvin Klein deal going?” Hudson looked up at Connor as he worked on getting his boxers down just enough.
Connor could have laughed. “Can you shut up?” He said, but it came out a little breathless. Hudson always looked good down on his knees for him, but right now he looked particularly breathtaking. The makeup wasn't helping. Connor wanted to ruin it.
Hudson smirked. He finally pulled at the fabric enough that Connor’s cock sprung out. Connor wrapped his fingers around himself and dragged the tip of his cock, wet with precum, over Hudson's lips.
He watched as Hudson shuddered. Connor was a little sad that they didn't have the time to drag this out. That he couldn't make Hudson beg for it. He was especially upset that he wouldn't be able to paint his face right now, to cum over the pretty makeup on his eyes.
Hudson opened his mouth and leaned forward, taking Connor halfway into his mouth. His lips wrapped around his cock with practiced ease. Connor had to put his hand on the stalls wall to keep himself upright. Usually he would hold Hudson's head, fingers in his hair, guiding his head how he wanted. Later. He just had to remind himself that there would be a later.
Hudson wasn't wasting any time. He had a hand on Connor's waist, the other around the base of his cock that he couldn't take into his mouth. Usually he could take it all, but they couldn't risk the tears. Not now.
It was probably one of their messier blowjobs. Connor had to make an active effort to keep himself quiet, his biceps flexing and muscles tensing. Hudson didn't slow his pace, didn't let up for a second.
Connor was getting close embarrassingly quick. “Huddy-” he very quietly gasped out. Hudson was looking up at him with dark eyes, darkened by the eyeshadow. Connor could have died there and been happy.
Hudson squeezed the base of his cock and dragged his tongue along the underside of it, and Connor was done for. He muttered out a quick and quiet warning before his body shuddered. Hudson took him deeper into his mouth and swallowed around him, making sure not to let a drop spill from his lips.
When he pulled off he inhaled and stared up at Connor. Grinning. Connor was seriously going to jump him.
He hauled Hudson up to his feet and kissed him again. Slower this time, less desperate, but just as deeply. When they pulled apart Hudson helped him get his outfit back into place. They both made sure that they were presentable, as if nothing had happened.
“I'll come to your hotel later,” Connor said simply.
“Oh. I thought I would come to yours,” Hudson blinked.
“No. I want you to keep the makeup on. You probably can't walk down the street with it still on,” Connor hummed.
He watched Hudson wobble a little. “Okay.”
Connor kissed him again. Softer. They both melted into it for just a moment. When Connor pulled back he whispered, “I'll see you later baby,” against Hudson's lips.
The night had been great. Connor talked to so many people he had only once dreamed of meeting. He saw Hudson a few times, they posed for photos together, and talked a little bit about the show. But overall people just wanted to know about them. Their outfits. It was a nice change of pace.
The exhibit was beautiful. Dinner was nice. And by the end of it Connor was the good kind of exhausted. If he wasn't excited for his plans afterwards, he would probably go back to his hotel and crash onto the comfortable mattress.
But, instead, he was sneaking out of his hotel in what honestly looked like a robbery outfit. He had to take the longest was possible around the streets and through the alleyways, avoiding crowds and paparazzi until he got to The Mark.
It was late. Hudson's team had broken off to their respective places. Meaning when Connor got to Hudson's room, he was alone.
“Hey,” Hudson said as he pulled the door open. He yanked Connor inside. “Did you come here to steal my jewelry?” He laughed as he looked Connor up and down.
A mask. Sunglasses. All black outfit. Connor rolled his eyes as he tugged the accessories off of his face and threw them unceremoniously onto the ground. “Shut up,” he said before grabbing the front of Hudson’s shirt to yank him close.
Their kiss was messy. Mostly tongue and teeth. Connor blindly started to push Hudson back as he stepped forward in the general direction of where he saw the bed. But he had been more focused on the fact that Hudson had kept his makeup on like he'd mentioned.
The backs of Hudson’s legs hit the mattress and he fell back onto it with a little push. Connor climbed over him, connecting their lips again briefly before he started to kiss along his jawline. Then down the side of his neck, and to his collarbone where he sucked the skin between his teeth.
Hudson groaned, his hands coming up so he could push his fingers into Connor's hair, breaking apart the hairspray and hair gel with ease.
Connor pulled his mouth away and lifted himself just enough so he could get Hudson's shirt off. Then he was on him again, kissing down his chest. He sucked one of his nipples into his mouth and felt Hudson's fingers tighten in his hair, tugging slightly. Connor moaned and sucked harder before pulling off. He kept kissing his way down, over Hudson's abs and stomach.
He fumbled with his sweatpants and tugged them down and off. When he saw that Hudson wasn't wearing any underwear he glanced up at him with a knowing smirk.
“Shut up,” Hudson breathed out.
“Gladly,” Connor hummed. He wrapped his fingers around Hudson's hard cock and wrapped his lips around the tip of it. He swirled his tongue around it before taking Hudson deeper into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Connie,” Hudson groaned, his head tipping back against the pillows. His fingers tightened in Connor's hair.
Connor hummed around his length and took him deeper into his mouth, into his throat, until his nose was pressed against shaved skin. He stayed there for a moment before he started bobbing his head in slow movements, dragging his tongue over it with each draw up.
“Fuck, baby,” Hudson breathed out. Connor opened his eyes to look up at him. Hudson's face was tinted red, blushing through what was left of the makeup. The eyeshadow was already glistening with his sweat. Connor wanted to make it run.
He focused on sucking him off. On getting him to cum down his throat. Which, unsurprisingly, didn't take very long after being pent up all night. Hudson was pulling at his hair and his hips were bucking up, Connor had to hold him down while he worked his mouth over his cock.
“Connor. Connor- oh fuck. Baby. Connie-” Hudson gasped out in quick succession. He moaned lowly, his head tipping back and his hips pushing up against Connors hands as he came.
Connor continued to suck him off, swallowing around his cock until Hudson was tugging at his hair to pull him off. Connor pulled off with an inhale, but didn't waste a second. He kissed Hudson's thighs, then his hip, then back to the path of his stomach and chest and neck until he got to his mouth again.
They kissed slowly and lazily, Hudson's fingers still buried in Connor's curls as they licked into each other's mouths.
“Turn over,” Connor murmured, patting Hudson's hip.
“What? Connor, I just came. I can't-”
“You can't?” Connor raised his eyebrow. “It was twice last night.”
Hudson's face turned a deeper shade of pink. “That's not-”
“Are you telling me you can't handle it?”
“No!”
“Then roll over.”
Hudson huffed and rolled over onto his stomach. “You wanted me to keep this makeup on. You don't even want to see it?” He grumbled, tucking his arms underneath the expensive pillow. “I would have just taken it off. It's not exactly comfortable.”
Connor hummed and pressed a kiss to Hudson's shoulder before he got off of the bed. He tugged off his own clothes and dropped them to a pile on the floor. “Where is your bag?” He asked, ignoring the comment completely.
“The lube is in my bag in the bathroom,” Hudson murmured.
Connor couldn't help but grin. He leaned over to press a kiss to Hudson's back before he disappeared into the bathroom. He came back a moment later with the lube and a condom.
“You, uh. You probably don't need to finger me,” Hudson said so quietly that Connor almost didn't hear him.
“What?” Connor said as he got onto the bed behind him. He loved seeing Hudson like this. It was one of his favorite views. He set the bottle of lube and condom to the side so he could drag his hands over Hudson's ass, over the curve of it and down the backs of his thighs.
Hudson shuddered. “Well I figured that you were just going to fuck me so I- I did it already.”
Connor smirked. “You prepped yourself for me, baby? I didn't know you wanted this so bad.”
Hudson groaned and hid his face in the pillow. He muttered something too muffled for Connor to hear, but he assumed it was a half-hearted insult.
Picking up the condom again, Connor tore the foil package open and rolled it over his cock. Then he opened the lube and poured a reasonable amount into the palm of his hand. He stroked himself to coat the rubber, then settled behind Hudson properly on his knees.
He kept his fingers around his cock, dragging the tip of it between Hudson's ass cheeks and over his hole. He pressed in just barely before pulling out again.
“Connor what the f-”
“You're not going to ask nicely?” Connor cut him off. He pressed the tip in again, just the tip, and didn't move anymore. His other hand came up to hold Hudson's waist, holding him still so he wouldn't rock himself back.
“Fuck you,” Hudson turned his head to glance over his shoulder. When Connor pulled out again something close to a whine pulled itself from Hudson's throat. “Fuck. No. Please?”
“Please what?” Connor pressed in again.
“Please fuck me.”
“See baby? Was that so hard?” Connor squeezed Hudson's hip. He slid his cock in more, then moved his other hand to the other side of Hudson's waist.
Hudson moaned at the stretch, face pressing into the pillows again. Connor knew that it was probably overwhelming him, but he reached under Hudson's body to feel his already half-hard-again cock. Hudson hissed at the touch. “Fuck- don't do that,” he groaned into the pillow.
“You can take it,” Connor hushed him. He pushed his hips forward more, sinking his cock deeper inside. A moan punched out of Hudson's chest and Connor watched his fingers grip the pillow.
“I hate you,” Hudson shuddered. He pushed his hips back against Connor's grip despite himself. Connor thrust himself the rest of the way in and Hudson moaned into the pillow. He wrapped his fingers around his cock then. Hudson’s body jerked at the touch.
“I've got you, baby,” Connor murmured. He leaned down to kiss the small of Hudson's back, then straightened himself up. He started to move slowly, almost painfully slow, dragging himself in and out at a snail's pace. He didn't stroke Hudson, just held his cock and felt it harden in his hand.
“Fuck, Connie. Can you just move?” Hudson tried to sound demanding, but it came out too whiny for it to really work.
“I am moving baby,” Connor said and squeezed his cock.
Hudson’s moan got caught in his throat. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” Connor stopped moving completely, his hips flush with Hudson's ass.
Hudson honestly looked ready to kill him, but Connor was having fun. The makeup made him look so pouty.
“Fuck me harder,” Hudson got out.
“Magic word?” Connor started to slowly drag his hand over the length of Hudson's cock.
Hudson moaned again. It took him a moment to gather himself, to get the words out. “Fuck. Please, Connor. Baby. Please fuck me. Actually fuck me,” he managed.
“Good boy, Huddy,” Connor cooed almost condescendingly. He pulled out nearly all of the way before he thrust back in. Hard. Like Hudson wanted it.
A moan pulled out of Hudson's chest and he buried his face into the pillows again. Connor set a steady pace. His fingers were pressed firmly into Hudson's hips as he fucked him, pulling him back slightly to meet each thrust.
He shifted his weight on his knees and tugged at Hudson's hips to get him at a different angle. A moan bordering on a cry tore itself from Hudson's throat as Connor nailed into his prostate.
“Con-” he gasped sharply.
“Yeah? Right there baby?” Connor breathed out. He could feel sweat starting to thinly layer on his skin, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.
Hudson could only nod to the best of his ability with his face shoved into the pillow. Connor thrust harder, hitting Hudson's prostate with precision each time. His hand worked itself over Hudson's cock, his other hand firmly on his hip.
The sound of their skin meeting, Hudson's moans, and Connor's heavy breathing filled the room. Occasionally Connor would mutter a praise or a curse word, which only made Hudson louder.
“Connor I'm- fuck- I'm going to fucking cum again,” Hudson turned his head to speak.
Connor could see the makeup smudging, staining the white pillowcase. Hudson was so fucking pretty it was driving him insane.
“Cum for me baby. Come on.” Connor started to stroke him faster while continuing to fuck into him.
The command was all Hudson needed to tip over the edge again. He moaned and gripped the pillow with white knuckles as he weakly spilled onto the sheets underneath him.
Connor didn't let up. He didn't stop his hand or his hips, pushing Hudson into overstimulation.
“What- Connor- fuckfuckfuck-- Connie-” Hudson moaned, his body shaking and squirming. He turned his head to the side so he could breathe.
“Doing so good for me Hudson,” Connor said between heavy breaths and moans of his own. “Taking it so good.”
“Connor I can't- I'm-” he gasped sharply. Connor could see tears forming on his waterline.
“You can. I'm so close, baby,” Connor said. He continued to stroke Hudson’s overstimulated cock as a slow pace while fucking into him quick and hard.
“Fuck,” Hudson said, bordering on a sob. He blinked hard and the tears finally spilled over his eyes. Connor watched as the tears tracked through the black eyeshadow under Hudson's eyes and trailed down his cheeks.
“Fuck,” Connor groaned back. He started to fuck him harder, chasing his own release.
“ConnorConnorConnor- Connor! Fuck!” Hudson moaned loudly, practically sobbed, and more tears rolled down his cheeks.
Connor felt Hudson tense and felt his body shudder as a third orgasm ripped through him, dry, his cock too spent to do any more than weakly twitch.
It was more than enough to push Connor to his release. He thrust himself fully inside with a moan of Hudson's name and he came hard in the condom.
For a few moments they stayed where they were, catching their breaths. Connor leaned down to pressed kisses to Hudson's spine as he pulled out.
He nudged at Hudson to roll over onto his back. He rolled off the condom and tied it, grabbing a tissue from the side table to wrap it in for now.
He collapsed next to Hudson on the bed, rolling over onto his side and pulling him close. “Hi baby,” he said, almost apologetically.
“Fuck off,” Hudson murmured, his voice too soft for it to have a bite.
Connor cupped Hudson's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing under his eyes where the wetness still gathered. The eyeshadow was completely ruined and smudged around his eyes. The tears had trailed down his cheeks and over the curve of his jaw. Painting him so beautifully in streaks of black and dark reds and blues.
Connor leaned forward to kiss him slow and soft. Hudson leaned into it, a shuddering exhale coming from his nose.
They lazily made out as they both fully came down. Eventually they got up to shower together, washing away all of the makeup and hairspray from the evening. They both changed, Connor stealing a pair of Hudson's shorts, and fell into bed again after stripping the sheets.
“What was the point of the makeup if you didn't even fuck me in missionary?” Hudson asked. He was lying back against Connor's chest as he sipped from a water bottle.
Connor was mindlessly playing with his hair. “I wanted to see you cry with it,” he said simply.
Hudson reached back to lightly smack the side of Connors head. “Fuck you. Is that why you made me cum three fucking times?”
“You liked it,” Connor smiled. He kissed the top of Hudson's head. “You like me.”
“Sometimes,” Hudson sighed, melting back into Connor's arms.
“Only sometimes?” Connor pulled him closer.
“Yeah. Once a week,” Hudson yawned. He reached over to set the water down on the nightstand. They shifted to lay down together, Hudson tucked comfortably against Connor's chest.
And if Connor fell asleep there? Well he would deal with the consequences in the morning.