"Here we are.”
Neither of them moved. Shaw’s sweats hung low on his hips, white T-shirt showing off his tattooed forearms. Hudson’s mouth went dry, his dick already hard just from looking at him.
Three months ago, Hudson would never have believed he’d react this way to a guy. But now he couldn’t look away.
Shaw pushed off from the table and closed the distance between them in a few lazy strides.
The kiss was immediate and hungry, Shaw's mouth onhis before he could even process it. Hudson gave back as good as he got, hands gripping in Shaw's hair, pulling him closer.
He’d been thinking about this for three days—Shaw’s mouth, the way everything else disappeared when they touched.
Shaw backed Hudson against the wall, body pressing against him. His tongue slid deeper into Hudson’s mouth, claiming the kiss, and Hudson’s knees went weak.
"Yes," He breathed when Shaw moved to his neck.
Shaw’s teeth scraped over his pulse point and he shivered. Shaw’s hands slid under his shirt, touching sensitive skin he had never paid attention to before.
"Off." Shaw tugged at the fabric.
Hudson helped, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the half-light. Shaw's followed seconds later, and then they were pressed together again, nothing between them. Hudson's brain flatlined at the sensation.
Shaw's hands were everywhere—his chest, his sides, his back—mapping his body. Hudson tried to do the same, fingers tracing the edges of Shaw's muscles in the dim light, feeling goosebumps on his skin.
“You’re shaking again,” Shaw said against his mouth.
“I’m not—” But he was. And not from the cold.
Shaw pulled back enough to look at him, eyes dark in the shadows. “You good?”
“Yeah.” Hudson’s voice came out rougher than intended. “I’m good.”
They kissed again, slower this time. Hudson melted into it, hands sliding up to Shaw’s neck, trying to get closer even though there was no space left between them.
Then Shaw’s hand moved lower, palm pressing againstHudson through his pants, and his hips jerked forward to meet his touch.
“Jesus—Shaw?—”
“Shh.” His lips curved against his neck. “You want to get caught?”
“No, but you can’t just—” Hudson’s words cut off when Shaw did it again, applying enough pressure to make him see stars.
Shaw worked his pants open. Hudson wanted to help but his hands wouldn’t cooperate. When Shaw’s hands closed around his dick, he gasped.
“You like that?”
“Yeah,” Hudson managed. “Yeah, I like that.”
Shaw stroked him slowly, watching Hudson’s face in the dim light. Hudson tried to keep his eyes open, but the sensation was overwhelming.
Reaching for Shaw’s pants, he fumbled with them long enough for Shaw to help. A few seconds later, Hudson had his hand wrapped around him too. His breath came faster, hips rocking into Shaw’s grip. His vision started to blur at the edges.
Shaw shifted their position, angling them so their cocks pressed together. Hudson tensed, causing Shaw to stop immediately. “What?”
“I don’t—” Hudson swallowed. “What are you doing?”
Shaw’s smile was wicked and definitely amused. “Hale. Do you actually know anything about how guys do this?”
Hudson’s jaw worked. “I—I know the basics.”
