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Twenty-Five

HUDSON’S MOUTH FELT so good. The way he sucked and bit Teague’s nipple, adding that little sting of pain… Teague wanted him to keep doing that all fucking night.

Then again, if he kept that up, no way would Hudson finger Teague’s ass, and he was already clenching in anticipation. Hudson’s hands landed on Teague’s hips, and he guided him back a step, so Teague complied. When Hudson released him, it was to pull out his wallet, which ratcheted Teague’s eagerness by a million. However, Hudson didn’t retrieve the condom Teague had seen; rather, he pulled out one of those small packets of lube he seemed to carry around with him.

Hudson stood up, then motioned for Teague to move over to the boulder. Confused, he looked at Hudson. The guy was smiling as he twirled his finger, signaling for Teague to turn around and face away from him.

Well, that made a hell of a lot more sense. Planting one hand on the rock, Teague leaned over and continued to tug on his dick. He was hard, but he needed more than his own hand if Hudson expected him to come. At this point, Teague wasn’t even sure that was what Hudson wanted, but if it meant a possible release, Teague was more than willing to play the game.

Cool fingers glided down his crack, but then Hudson repositioned Teague so that one foot was propped up onto the lower part of the boulder, opening him wide. If there was anyone out there on the lake, they would definitely be able to see them. The sun was still out, although it was low in the sky. Probably another forty-five minutes before it would be completely dark.

Plenty of time.

He hoped.

“Oh, fuck,” Teague groaned when Hudson pushed two slick fingers inside his ass.

He clenched around them but then forced himself to relax.

Hudson took on a fairly slow pace and the pleasure was exquisite. The way he pumped those two fingers inside him, brushing his prostate every so often, massaging it other times… Teague’s dick was leaking pre-cum, hoping for more.

He was so lost in the sensation, it took a second to realize that Hudson’s fingers had been replaced by … something harder. He pushed his ass back against the intrusion, and that’s when the vibration started.

He held his breath as he realized Hudson was fucking him with a prostate massager. It was longer and thinner than Hudson’s fingers, which wasn’t at all unpleasant. And the vibration made his balls draw up.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he said by way of warning. He wasn’t sure if this was how Hudson wanted things to go, so he figured he’d give him a heads-up. Although he didn’t want to come. He wanted to enjoy the sensation for a while.

Gripping the base of his dick, Teague squeezed to hold off his release. He continued to rock back, taking the toy deeper.

“Fuck… Hudson… Feels so good.” Better than good.

Hudson never picked up the pace, only continued to fuck him with the toy, even when Teague leaned forward and rested both arms on the boulder. His body was trembling from the impending orgasm, and he could do little more than hold himself up. When Hudson’s big, warm hand gripped his dick, Teague knew he was in for it.

Unable to help himself, he thrust into Hudson’s hands, then pushed back against the toy. He continued the motion, not caring that he was out in public or that anyone could happen upon them at any time. He needed to come more than he needed air, so he had to consider his priorities.

“Oh … fuck…” His body trembled; his ass gripped the toy while Hudson continued to bring him closer and closer to the edge of bliss. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and Hudson must’ve realized that, because he jerked Teague’s dick more firmly, but never did he change the ass-fucking motion.

Teague closed his eyes and gave himself over to his release. He cried out as he came, his dick jerking in Hudson’s hand as he came so hard it knocked the air from his lungs. By the time he was able to catch his breath, Hudson had removed the toy and disposed of it somewhere, Teague didn’t know where.

Nor did he care.

At the moment, he only cared about being able to walk back to his apartment. The way his legs were still shaking, he wasn’t sure that was going to happen.

THE ONLY WAY to explain it … Hudson was a saint. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to stand watching Teague come apart like that without burying himself inside the man. But he had.

And now his balls were aching and his dick was ready to break his fucking zipper.

Considering he’d been back at his apartment for nearly an hour now, it was safe to say he was a fucking saint. Except he had no intention of going to sleep tonight without enjoying Teague’s body one more time. And this time, he intended to lose himself for a little while. Although earlier had been just as enjoyable. It wasn’t always about him; sometimes, he simply wanted to make Teague lose it, and boy had he. It’d been beautiful.

He’d given Teague plenty of time to recuperate. Now it was time to start the party again.

After showering and downing a bowl of canned stew, Hudson planted his ass on his couch, grabbed his cell phone, and shot Teague a text.

You want me to come to you? Or you want to come here?

He smiled when he received a response.
To do what?

For me to do you.

His door opened in less than thirty seconds, and he grinned like an idiot. Teague was evidently right there with him, which wasn’t a total surprise. Seemed the guy was insatiable.

“Do you want me naked?” Teague asked, the eagerness evident in his tone.

Hudson nodded.

While Teague stripped, Hudson pulled off his shorts and sat down on his couch in the buff.

“Nice.” The appreciative tone made Hudson’s dick harden more as Teague’s eyes did a slow roll over his body.

Spreading his legs, he signaled for Teague to kneel before him.

Once Teague was there, Hudson reached for Teague’s head with one hand, cupping the back, while gripping his dick with the other. He brushed the swollen head across Teague’s lips a few times, then pushed forward. Teague took the hint, opening his mouth and allowing Hudson to sink into the warm cavern of his mouth.

Fucking heaven. That’s what this was.

In an effort to keep things from being over too quickly, Hudson allowed Teague to work his dick at his own pace, enjoying the suction, the warmth. His eyes threatened to close from the brutal pleasure that assaulted him, but he managed to keep them open, not wanting to miss a second.

When he knew he was getting close to no return, he pulled out of Teague’s mouth. He retrieved the condom and the lube he’d stashed beside him and handed them to Teague to do the honors.

Apparently Teague was trying to kill him with pleasure. It took longer than necessary for him to roll the condom on, then lube him up. By the time he was finished, Hudson was damn near at his breaking point.

He signed for Teague to stand, and when he did, he urged him to turn around by putting one hand on his hips and guiding him. Hudson helped Teague to lower onto his dick, swallowing hard as the heat of Teague’s body consumed him. There had been no foreplay for Teague—unless earlier counted—so he tried to be easy, working his shaft in slowly, pulling back, then working his way deeper.

When Teague was sitting on his lap, Hudson’s dick buried deep inside, he took a deep breath and then gave Teague the reins.

The kid fucked him by lifting and lowering on his dick, slowly at first, then bouncing more enthusiastically. Teague started out with his feet on the floor but soon put them on the couch on either side of Hudson’s thighs, continuing to lift up and lower onto Hudson’s dick.

“So fucking good,” Teague moaned. “I could do this all damn night.”

Hudson would let him, too, except he hadn’t come earlier, which meant his release was far closer than Teague’s probably was. Not wanting to leave Teague hanging, Hudson smacked Teague on the side of his leg to get him to stop. When he did, Hudson signed for him to turn around.

When Teague was facing him, Hudson once again lodged himself in Teague’s ass, then pulled his head down and thrust his tongue into Teague’s mouth. He allowed Teague to do all the work for several minutes, content with plundering his mouth with his tongue while Teague impaled himself on Hudson’s dick.

Fuck.

So good.

He was going to come any second, and he wanted Teague to be right there with him. Reluctantly, he pulled back, releasing Teague’s mouth. He gripped Teague’s hips, stilling his movements, then took over, bucking his hips up off the couch and fucking Teague from underneath. Hudson gripped Teague’s dick with one hand, stroking him in rhythm to his thrusting, while still holding his hip with the other. When that became too much, he allowed Teague to take over the hand job while he focused solely on fucking Teague until they both couldn’t see from the pleasure of it.

“Yes … yes … yes…” Teague chanted, his eyes locked with Hudson’s.

There was a connection there that neither of them could deny, but Hudson knew he was the only one who would acknowledge it.

Hudson signed:
Come for me.

“You don’t do that often,” Teague panted. “I like it. A lot.”

Hudson wasn’t sure what Teague was referring to, and clearly Teague read that in his expression.

“Telling me what to do. With your hands.”

Something shattered in Hudson’s chest, and he didn’t know what it was. A warm feeling consumed him. He continued fucking Teague, driving them both higher and higher until…

“Fuck yes!” Teague hissed, his hand stilling on his dick.

As he came, cum shooting onto Hudson’s chest, Hudson let go, coming hard, lodged deep inside of Teague.

Never once did he break eye contact.

But neither did Teague.

Twenty-Six

Saturday, July 30
th

THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Teague showed up for work early. He hadn’t slept for shit last night. He had tossed and turned, thinking about Hudson, wishing for the first time in his life that he was in bed with him. The crazy thoughts had pissed him off, so he had gotten up before the sun and made his way down to the shop to work on one of the engines he’d been dealing with for the past few days.

At eight o’clock, he received a text from Hudson letting him know that he was taking the day off.

Teague wanted to ask him why but decided against it. It wasn’t his business what Hudson did. They might’ve been fucking, but that was all they were doing. This wasn’t a relationship, no matter how stupid his thoughts had become.

And they were stupid. Epically stupid.

Like, he found himself thinking about Hudson for absolutely no reason. Not how he was going to get fucked by Hudson, more along the lines of whether or not Hudson wanted to have dinner together.

Stupid.

And that shit lasted all night and through most of the damn day.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, he was more irritable than he’d been in days. Several times he had considered texting Hudson to tell him that they needed to call this thing off. It was getting too complicated. Teague was beginning to crave more than just the sex, and that would only lead to other things.

He didn’t want those other things.

Yet with Hudson, they seemed unavoidable.

Every time they were together, something happened between them. Something Teague damn sure didn’t understand and certainly wouldn’t be trying to figure out. So what if they ate dinner together from time to time? Over the four years he’d been at the marina, he’d had din—no, lunch—with Cam or Dare or Roan countless times. They’d gone out to the clubs on occasion, out on the water, sat on the pier and drank beer… That was no different than what he and Hudson were doing.

Well, except for the fucking part.

But still.

Teague wasn’t looking for all the extras. He preferred his sex without the bells and fucking whistles.

“Hey, Teague!” Roan called out from the other side of the shop.

“’Sup?” he hollered back, getting to his feet in time to see Roan turning back out of Hudson’s office.

“Hudson’s not here today?”

Teague shook his head, wiping his hand on a towel. “He said he was taking the day off.”

“Oh, shit, that’s right. He said he needed to spend some time at the gym.”

The gym? All day?

What the hell did that mean? Who spent the entire day at the gym?

Teague shook off the thought. “Something I can help you with?”

Roan shook his head. “No big deal. He was telling me about a rehab center he’d heard about. Wanted to get more information from him. I’ll catch up with him later.”

“Why the hell would Hudson know about rehab centers?”
Oops.
Teague hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Roan seemed oblivious to Teague’s outburst. “His mother was an alcoholic, and at one point, he thought AJ was having issues with alcohol, so he started looking into them. From what he says, his mother suffered from depression and was known for her destructive behavior. He still goes to group sessions for people who lost someone to suicide. I think he’s interested because he doesn’t want to see it happen to anyone else.”

Well, that explained Hudson’s no drinking rule. But what about—

“Anyway. I’ll catch up with him later.” Roan glanced around. “You need any help? I’m not good with engines, but I’m willing to try if you need me.”

“Nah. I’m good.”

Teague’s mind was still processing what Roan had said about Hudson. His mother was an alcoholic and she had killed herself. Roan had mentioned destructive behavior. Was that why he’d interfered with Teague’s life? Was this pity? Was Hudson worried he would do something stupid?

Some people might’ve been happy to know someone was looking out for them, but Teague didn’t need Hudson’s pity. Or anyone else’s, for that matter. If Hudson was simply doing this because he thought Teague was going to do something stupid…

Fuck Hudson.

“HOLY SHIT, MAN. You’re gonna kill me,” Calvin grumbled after the second set.

They still had one more to go.

Don’t be a pussy.

Calvin barked a laugh, glaring at Hudson, which made Hudson smile. They’d been at it for about four hours, taking a few breaks in between. Hudson had woken up that morning in desperate need of a good workout. One that would push him further than he’d ever pushed before.

In simple terms, he had needed something to take his mind off Teague for a little while.

“I hope you know you’re buying me lunch after this.”

Hudson smirked.
Last one. Make it count.

Calvin shook out his arms and followed Hudson back over to the weight bench. They’d spent the majority of their time on chest today, but Hudson had worked in a few leg workouts in between. No doubt they’d be sore tomorrow, but Hudson welcomed the burn. He welcomed anything that would give him a reprieve from all the crazy nonsense circling in his head.

What the fuck had Teague done to him?

Lying on the bench, Hudson waited until Calvin got into position to spot him. He worked his hands onto the bar, getting them in position before hefting it off the rack and lowering it to his chest.

He ticked off the reps in his mind.

One.

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Teague?

Two.

When had this gotten so damn complicated?

Three.

How the fuck was he going to tell Teague…

Four.

That he’d gone and fallen in love with him?

Five.

Worse. What would Teague say?

Six.

Or would he simply run? Leaving Hudson with nothing but a broken heart?

Seven.

Calvin grabbed the bar and helped Hudson put it back on the rack. His muscles screamed, but it did little to keep his mind from wandering back to places it shouldn’t. He forced himself up, stretching his chest, shaking off the pain, then went to stand where Calvin had been so he could spot his buddy.

Once Calvin was done, he dramatically fell onto the floor, causing people around them to look their way.

You’re an idiot.

“And you’re a slave driver.”

Maybe so.
I’m sure you’ll live.

“I don’t know about that. I probably won’t be able to pick anything up for a fucking week.”

The mental image of his buddy trying to lift his toothbrush and not being able to do it made him grin.

Calvin pushed himself back to his feet and followed Hudson into the locker room so he could grab his stuff. While he spun the numbers for the combination, he felt Calvin staring at him.

“So, what brought this on, anyway? You still having trouble with the kid?”

Hudson hadn’t talked to Calvin about Teague, but he’d wanted to. He had considered talking to AJ, but he knew what AJ would tell him. His older brother would tell him to go for it, let love win this time. Hudson wasn’t sure that was the advice he wanted to hear.

Calvin was a bit more hardened. He wasn’t as free with love as Hudson’s brother.

Hudson yanked the lock open, pulled it off, grabbed his stuff, and shoved it in his pockets before turning to Calvin.

I’ll tell you about it over lunch.

“Sounds like a plan. Where’re you taking me?”

Half an hour later, Hudson was sitting across from Calvin at Thundercloud Subs. The place was his absolute favorite, and he generally ate there at least twice a week. Sometimes three.

“All right,” Calvin prompted. “Lay it on me. What’s the deal with you and Teague?”

Hudson went on to explain with his hands. He told Calvin about Teague’s destructive behavior, about catching the kid at his place with two guys, about having to chase after him to the club. He told his best friend damn near everything, leaving out the sexual encounters because he wasn’t willing to share all the intimate details. What happened between him and Teague in those moments was between them. He wanted it to remain that way.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you went and fell in love with the kid.”

Hudson met Calvin’s dark eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Calvin choked out, grabbing for his drink. “You did. You bastard. You went and fell in love with that kid.”

He’s not a kid.

No one got to call Teague that but him. And he would never actually call Teague a kid to his face. He merely referred to him as one.

“Yep. You did it. You fell in love with him. Gettin’ all defensive and shit.” Calvin’s grin widened. “So what’s the problem?”

He’s not looking for love.

“Hell, is anybody? Seriously. How long have y’all been doing this?”

Doing what?

“This little dance y’all do. I’ve seen the way you look at him and how he looks at you. It’s been going on for a long damn time. And this arrangement you’ve got with him. When did that start?”

About a month ago.

“And you see him every damn day. No wonder you fell for him. How does he feel about you?”

Hudson took a bite of his sandwich, trying to deflect for a minute. He didn’t want to answer that because, honestly, he didn’t know. Teague was different now than he had been. Sure, he still had some abrupt mood swings, and Hudson never knew when he would possibly set the kid off, but he was more social, less destructive.

Or maybe that was what Hudson wanted to see. Maybe Teague hadn’t changed at all, and this was only about sex for him. Not that Hudson blamed him. The sex was a-
fucking
-mazing. Never had Hudson experienced anything like it. Hell, just thinking about fucking Teague made his dick come to life.

“You’re thinking way too hard over there,” Calvin noted, wadding up the paper when he was finished with his first sandwich.

Hudson shrugged.

I’m not sure Teague’s capable of loving someone.

“Everyone’s capable. With the right person.”

Hudson opened his second sandwich and stared down at it.

Was he the right person?

Or was this all in his head?

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