“Don’t—” Hudson’s breath hitched. “Don’t be smug about it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Shaw’s thumb brushed over the head of his dick and Hudson nearly lost it right there. His hands scrabbled for purchase, finding Shaw’s shoulders, gripping tight enough to hurt. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life, terrified of what that meant and also completely unable to care because Shaw’s eyes had gone even hungrier.
“I want—” Hudson started, then stopped because he didn’t know how to finish that sentence.
“What do you want, Hale?”
“I don’t know.” His voice came out strangled. “I’ve never—I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I do.” Shaw’s free hand came up to grip Hudson’s jaw possessively. “So shut up and let me.”
His breath caught on the way Shaw said it—commanding and rough andJesus, Hudson shouldn’t find that so hot.
Shaw shifted down and Hudson realized what was happening half a second before Shaw’s mouth closed around his dick.
“Holy shit—” Hudson was torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer because this was too much, way too much, and somehow not enough. “Shaw—fuck?—”
Shaw pulled off long enough to look up at him. “Seriously, man… shut up.”
Then he went back to it and Hudson’s entire world narrowed down to sensation: heat, pressure, the wet slide of Shaw's tongue, the way his hands gripped Hudson’s thighs.
It should feel weird, but it didn’t. It felt fucking incredible.His mind tried to catch up but his body was impatient, arching into the touch, chasing more.
“Shaw—” Hudson’s voice broke. “I can’t—I’m gonna?—”
Shaw moaned around him and that was it.
He came harder than he ever had in his life, hot and overwhelming, and for a few seconds his brain went completely blank.
Shaw sat back, wiping his mouth, watching Hudson with an expression that was smug and hungry and entirely too pleased with himself.
"Wow," Hudson said, still trying to catch his breath. "You—that was?—"
"Yes. It was."
"Cocky bastard," he breathed.
"I’m starting to think you like it."
Shaw cupped himself trying to rearrange the undeniable bulge in his pants, and Hudson saw the tension in his neck.
He wanted to touch him. Bad. Wanted to know what Shaw felt like. Most of all, he wanted to make him lose that iron control.
"My turn," he heard himself say.
Shaw's eyes widened a fraction. "You don't have to?—"
"I know I don't have to." He reached for Shaw's belt, determined. This was insane. He had zero idea what he was doing, but Shaw had just made him come so hard his brain had gone completely offline for a solid ten seconds and Hudson wasn't letting him have all the control. "But I'm not letting you win this one."
"This isn't a competition, Hale."
"Everything's a competition." He got the belt open, movements clumsy and uncertain, but fuck it, he was committed now.
Shaw watched Hudson as he wrapped his hand around his dick for the first time. Shaw's breath hissed out, and a hot and ferocious feeling surged through Hudson.
"Like this?" He tried to sound more confident than he felt.
