“The most what?”
“Aggravating—”
“Say the word, Elliot.”
“Quel enfer.”
“That’s not the word.”
Elliot focused on a spot above Hudson’s head. Exasperation moved through his expression—and underneath it, so far underneath it, something that wasn’t exasperation at all.
“My boyfriend,” he said, through what appeared to be significant personal effort. “You’re my boyfriend. Are you happy now?”
Hudson smiled so wide his face hurt. “Very.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“I really?—”
Hudson pulled him back down and kissed him before he could finish. Elliot made a sound against his mouth that was not even slightly consistent with hating anyone.
Hudson rolled them over.
“My turn,” he said.
Elliot glanced up at him from the pillow, his damp hair slightly tousled, eyes dark. “Your turn for what?”
“To be in charge.” Hudson pinned Elliot’s wrists above his head, lightly. “You good with that?”
Elliot’s breath hitched. “Yes.”
Hudson took his time. He had nowhere to be and for once he was on board with that. He kissed Elliot’s throat, feeling his pulse jump under his lips, then his collarbone, then his right nipple. Elliot arched off the bed.
“Hudson…”
“Patience,” Hudson said against his skin, which was rich coming from him.
He worked his way further down—Elliot’s stomach, his hip, the inside of his thigh. Elliot’s muscles tightenedeverywhere his mouth touched. By the time Hudson got his briefs off, Elliot’s hands were gripping the sheets.
He pushed Elliot’s thighs apart, trailing kisses down his cock, over his balls, then settled on the sensitive skin below.
“Hudson—” Elliot said, voice rough. “You don’t have to?—”
“I know I don’thaveto.” He smiled. “But I want to. Can I?”
Elliot’s head dropped back against the pillow. “Yes. God, yes.”
That was a flashing green light.
He took his time, learning what made Elliot lose control. When he swirled his tongue, Elliot’s hips rolled. When he licked, slowly, Elliot’s hands found the back of his head. When he pushed his tongue in a fraction, Elliot swore in French.
“Putain, c’est bon, Hudson?—”
Hudson pulled back. “Good?”
“Oui.”Barely a word. “Don’t stop.”
