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the sound Hudson made almost did him in. His whole body jerked at the moan, the vibrations from his lover’s throat ran right through him.
    “Slow...slow down.” But Hudson didn’t seem obliged to listen, moving without breathing it seemed and God, all Will could think was he wished there wasn’t a condom involved because he’d give anything to feel those lips against his flesh.
    And that did it.
    His fingers dug into Hudson’s skull, pressing him close as Will’s hips came up off the sofa. Everything stopped for a second – his breathing, his body – and the orgasm rolled out of him in one long beautiful second.
    “Sorry,” Will coughed as he let go of Hudson, as he eased back into the cushion. Hudson pulled off with the most obscene slurp outside of a porn movie, his eyes riveted to Will’s face.
    “Let me…” Will gestured toward the condom and Hudson just smiled, pressing a kiss against Will’s knee.
    “Bedroom’s in through there,” he said, his voice rough.
    “I should make you carry me – my spine is melted.”
    “I can do a fireman’s carry…”
    “No, that’s okay.”
    Hudson stood, offering a hand to Will who gratefully accepted. He wasn’t kidding about the melting.
    They were nose to nose again, as Hudson all but pulled Will into his arms. Will felt the lingering evidence of his arousal against his stomach and smiled as he ran his hands over Hudson’s torso.
    “I really hope you want to fuck me,” Will murmured against his mouth.
    Hudson – damp and sweaty and eager – ground against Will’s body. “You have no idea how much.”
    ~ * ~ * ~
    The bedroom was gorgeous; Hudson had taken a moment earlier to light the lamps low and turn down the bed. Will came through the door with Hudson plastered against his back, teasing him with what was to come.
    Literally.
    “Bathroom?” Will gestured towards the door to the left of the bed and Hudson nodded, copping a feel before pushing him away. “Ten seconds,” Will said with a smile.
    “Counting,” Hudson said, then shook his head, as if he felt silly for saying it.
    Will sauntered into the bathroom, with an exaggerated sway of his hips.
    The condom was disposed of and Will washed his hands and face with warm water. From the next room he heard Hudson moving around and some soft strains of music starting up.
    Like – date sex.
    He walked out of the bathroom with a grin on his face, finding Hudson lying on the huge white and cream linen bed, hands tucked under his head and very naked.
    Will threw his hands up. “Jesus Christ – your name is Hudson Smith, you have a bitchen English accent, you are sex in a suit and that’s what you look like naked? I need to write a thank you note to either karma or Santa Claus.”
    Hudson laughed, going up on his elbows to give Will an even better view of his abs. “I’m going with karma.”
    “You just met me.”
    “I just sucked your dick.”
    “And made me buy an expensive suit. I’m all turned around here.”
    He licked his lips and patted the bed. “Sounds like a brilliant idea actually…”
    Will crawled onto the bed, sliding across the silky soft sheets to where Hudson reclined. Will’s cock was hard and heavy between his legs – bounce back from the blow job in the living room achieved. Hudson Smith was chocolate and cocaine, the human equivalent of catnip, rolled into one package.
    He reached out to touch Will’s face, a tender gesture that locked their eyes, holding the moment until the urge to move – to kiss – overwhelmed it and Will licked the full curve of Hudson’s lower lip.
    The kiss morphed into something long and lewd; Hudson pulled Will into his lap, running his hands over Will’s body like he couldn’t control himself. He traced his spine down, fingers bumping over each ridge until he spread his hands out to cup Will’s ass in his palms.
    Hudson wasn’t storming the gate though – every move was faintly tentative, eager but slow. Savoring.
    Will came up for