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Having Hudson come to New York had seemed like an amazing idea until right this second, when Connor was hard rock, buzzing with pent up energy, and his longest break of the night was exactly fifteen minutes.
Hudson had him against the wall of his cramped green room within seconds, kicking the door closed with his foot. Connor groaned, letting all the familiar sensations rush over him – Hudson’s hands on his shoulders, his lips on his jaw, the smell of his cologne and hair product. It had been so long.
Connor let his hands fall to his waist, trying to extract Hudson’s frilly, bedazzled shirt from where it was tucked into his ridiculously tight pants. God, he looked so good. Why the fuck had he agreed to let him be here? How was he supposed to focus like this?
Hudson swatted his hands away, then pushed his hand into Connor’s chest.
“Nuh uh,” he chided. “This is about you, not me.”
“But I want to see you,” Connor whined. “You look so pretty.”
“Later,” Hudson promised. “How long do we have right now?”
“Fifteen minutes. Shit, actually, they told him to be in costume two minutes before the next sketch, and – “
“Stop fucking talking.”
Hudson pulled up the hem of Connor’s shirt, then slid down onto his knees. He held Connor’s hips in his hands, pressing his mouth to his mole-speckled stomach.
“You look so cute,” Hudson said, nipping at the curve of his waist. “I’m obsessed with you. Have I told you that?”
He flattened his tongue against Connor’s skin, licking from the jut of his hip up to the bottom of his ribcage.
“Holy shit,” Hudson laughed as he pulled back. “You’re so sweaty, are you good?”
“I feel like I’m going to die,” Connor mumbled, running a hand over his face. “That’s, like, a lot of people out there, right? Like I’m not imagining that? I’ve been in front of more people before, but that feels like a lot, and – “
Hudson rose back to his feet, pushing up Connor’s shirt more as he did. He kissed up his torso, licking over the curve of his pec.
“You need to chill the fuck out,” Hudson said. “You’re good. You’re hot. You’re funny. Do you want me to keep going?”
“Could you?”
“I could, or I could suck your dick, what do you want?”
Well, when he put it like that.
“You already know.”
“There he fucking is,” Hudson said, smacking Connor’s hip. He dragged the same hand down to his waistband, then started unhooking his belt, flicking open his pants button and undoing his fly. “Alright, we have what, like ten minutes now?”
“Something like – ah, shit,” Connor hissed as Hudson dropped back onto his knees and pulled his cock out, pumping it in practiced, careful motions.
“We can make ten minutes work,” Hudson grinned. He twisted his wrist, his fingers gilding easily over the hardening length. “Can’t we, baby?”
“Yeah,” Connor mumbled. He shoved his own thumb into his mouth, biting down hard. He was pretty sure these walls were about three sheets of paper thick. There was no way in hell at least one person wasn’t going to hear this.
“Good boy, try to be quiet,” Hudson said, squeezing his free hand around Connor’s thigh. “Okay, relax. I’m gonna make sure you’re early for wardrobe.”
He gave Connor’s cock two more quick tugs and then leaned forward, opening his mouth. Connor moaned, biting his thumb so hard he was sure he’d split the skin.
He kept his eyes trained down, watching Hudson suck him off. He looked obscene with his lips stretched out over Connor’s dick, his already sharp cheekbones hollowing even further around him.
Hudson looked up, his big, wet brown eyes peeking out from the soft black strands of hair that flopped over his forehead. The edges of his mouth lifted into a grin when he caught Connor’s gaze. He squeezed his thigh twice, their personal Morse code for I’m good, you’re good, chill, have fun.
Connor were in a strange place with paper-thin walls and constant noise outside the door, but Hudson was familiar. This was a dance they’d done so many times, in their own apartments and in the backseats of cars and in fleeting moments between call times. Hudson knew him so well; knew how to move his tongue and tilt his head when Connor’s dick twitched in a certain way. He knew Connor liked a little bit of teeth.
“Baby,” Connor gasped, his head thumping against the wall behind him. “I’m close.”
Hudson pulled back, suckling on the tip of his cock before he popped off.
“Already?” he smiled. “I had ten whole minutes, you’re gonna cum in two like a slut?”
Connor gripped Hudson’s hair – his stupidly soft, pretty, gorgeous hair – and shoved his head back towards his dick.
“Fuck you,” he hissed.
“Do you want to? Later?” Hudson said. “Or I can fuck you. Whatever the man of the night wants.”
Hudson popped the head of Connor’s dick back into his mouth, then bobbed his head up and down, his pretty eyelashes fluttering as he closed his eyes again. Connor was actually going to lose his goddamn mind.
He twisted his fingers into Hudson’s hair, making him groan around his dick, moving faster.
Hudson scraped his bottom teeth against the underside of his length, and Connor was gone. His body jolted, and he felt all the blood rush into his lower half as he spilled into Hudson’s mouth. Hudson kept a tight seal around his cock, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
Even though it would be a horrible idea, Connor felt a pang of loss at not being able to cum all over Hudson’s face and his pretty shirt.
As soon as Connor had fully released, Hudson popped off, groaning. A line of spit trailed from the head of Connor’s dick to his fat bottom lip.
“Holy fucking shit,” he laughed, wiping at his mouth. He braced himself against Connor’s hips and then rose back to his feet.
He crowded Connor against the wall, grinding his hips against his open jeans and wet, softening dick. He kissed him, licking at the seam of his lips.
“That was so fucking hot,” he grinned. “I bet everyone fucking heard that, holy shit.”
Heat rushed to Connor’s face, suddenly remembering where he was, what he was doing. Oh God, what if they dragged him out of here before the show was even over? Could they do that? Had they ever kicked an SNL host out of 30 Rock for being a fucking pervert mid-show?
“That’s not funny,” he mumbled against Hudson’s mouth.
“It is, a little,” Hudson said. He touched Connor’s cheek, his thumb rubbing up and down over his mole. “Hey, relax. If they did hear it they probably fucked loved it.”
He kissed him again, little pecks as he rubbed a hand down his jawline. When he pulled away, he bumped Connor’s forehead with his own.
“How we feeling?” Hudson asked, dropping both hands down to Connor’s shoulders and squeezing.
“Better,” Connor sighed. “I might still throw up once I go out there again. But that’s not you, that’s me.”
“You’re doing great, seriously,” Hudson said. He moved his hands down, tucking Connor’s dick back into his jeans and then zipping and buckling him up. “By the way, whoever put you in this outfit needs their ass ate. You look insane.”
“You look beautiful,” Connor blurted. “Like, Jesus.”
“Aw,” Hudson cooed. “Just wanted to look pretty for my man.”
Connor caught his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss.
“Thanks for being here,” Connor said. “Seriously.”
“Hey,” Hudson said, knocking their foreheads together again. “I’d do anything for you, baby.”
Connor felt something familiar and firm press at his denim-clad hip. He glanced down between them, squinting at Hudson’s crotch. He could definitely see the full line of his dick pulling at the fabric of his dress pants.
“Are you – “ he asked, already reaching his hand lower. Hudson pushed him away, shaking his head.
“Don’t even worry about it,” he said. “I’ll just stay right here and jerk off. I’m sure I’ll cum in like two seconds when I see you in whatever ugly fucking wig they have for you next.”
Connor laughed, then looked over Hudson’s shoulder at the tiny digital clock that was hung on the wall behind them.
“Shit, I gotta go.”
Hudson moved obediently, giving Connor enough room to peel himself away from the wall and move back towards the door.
“After this, you can – I see you during the next commercial break, probably – “
Hudson rolled his eyes and reached out, smacking Connor’s ass.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find you. Now get out of here,” he said. “Break a leg. Love ya.”
“Love you,” Connor echoed. He set his hand on the doorknob, then waved his other hand in front of his face. “Do I look – “
“Fucking gorgeous? Yes,” Hudson grinned. He flopped down onto the green room couch, kicking his feet up onto the flimsy-looking coffee table. “But no, you do not look like you just got head backstage at work.”
“Okay,” Connor sighed, puffing his cheeks to push out a hard breath. “Okay, I’m leaving. Bye.”
Hudson wiggled his fingers at him as Connor slipped out of the room, back into the hallway.
In roughly thirty minutes, the entire thing would be over. He really should slow down, savor it, try to commit every second of the day to memory. But he kept thinking about Hudson’s big brown eyes and his pink mouth and his hard dick that Connor did not get to touch yet. Suddenly, the next thirty minutes felt like an eternity.
But he could make it through. It was just fifteen minutes, twice.