Fuck, I’d kill for some decent sleep.
“It’s your dad,” Hud announces, answering once it hits the third ring. “Hey, Dr. Anderson, let me put you on speaker.”
“Hey Dad,” I mumble, my eyes closing on their own.
“You boys being lazy this morning?” His warm chuckle comes down the line, making me smile.
“You do remember that we were in a car accident yesterday, right? I don’t think we are going to be doing any heavy lifting for a while,” I joke, a yawn slipping free.
“Son, you broke your pinky.” Dad delivers that barb with such a dry wit that Hud can’t help but crack up laughing.
“I have some bruises, too,” I argue.
“And thank God that’s the worst that happened,” Dad replies, his tone sobering.
“You’re right, sir. What’s up?” Hud asks, changing the subject.
“Ass kisser,” I whisper. He smacks me on my chest, a chuckle breaking free.
“I decided to take the day off and do all this paperwork at home later. I just wanted to see if you boys wanted to come down to the diner and have a late breakfast with me.”
I groan.
He’s up to something.
Ever since Hud jumped, I’ve caught him giving me that psychiatrist stare. The one that says he’s already formed a theory and is just waiting for me to confirm it.
At least with Hud there as a buffer, Dad will have someone else to focus on.
Hopefully.
Hud looks over at me, his blue puppy dog eyes begging to go. His stomach lets out a loud growl, cementing his plea.
“Yeah, Dad. Give us thirty.” I sigh and climb out of the warm, comfortable cocoon that is Hud’s bed, and look for my shoes.
“Great! See you boys there.” The call disconnects, then Hud is up and rifling through his dresser.
There is no resisting the smattering of freckles across his shoulders that are flexing as he looks for his clothes. I walk over and kiss his neck, his head tilting to the side to give me better access.
“As much as I’d love to see where this is headed, we need to get a move on.” He pulls away from me and heads towards the bathroom, winking at me as he disappears through his bedroom door.
I grumble my displeasure, wanting nothing more than to pin him to the bed and do dirty things to him.
Well, if I can’t do that, then at least I can get a show.
I creep into the already warm, steam-filled bathroom, and prop myself against the sink counter and watch as Hudson cleans himself.
“I know you’re in here.” He smiles wide, soap running down his face as he rinses his hair.
“Just admiring the view.”
The glass of the shower door is textured, distorting Hudson, but not enough that I can’t see his thick cock that's clearly enjoying the attention.
Like he knows where my mind has gone, Hud reaches down and strokes a soaped-up hand along his dick, his head falling back on his shoulders. “Well, if it’s a view you want, then it’s a view you’ll get,” he moans, his muscles flexing with each tug of his cock.
“Fuck.” The word comes out in a choked whisper, my dick coming to life, and straining against my pajama pants. I refrain from touching myself, too enthralled by Hudson pleasuring himself.
“You like watching how I fuck my own hand, babe?”
