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Ian was glad Huds had thought of it when he didn’t have two brain cells left to rub together never mind think aboutOh my god, was someone going to hear him getting his ass beat by his roommate? He was extra glad they were in the habit of flicking the deadbolt whenever they were both in the room because fuck he didn’t want anyone walking in on this. He liked it, Christ, he liked it, but he didn’t need everyone on campus knowing about it.
He choked out a not-quite-grunt as Huds smacked his ass over his boxers because yeah, there was a difference, big difference, between having that slab of a hand land across his cheeks with his jeans between them and now just the thin cotton of his boxers. Felt better and worse all at once. Hurt more, but the hurt wasn’t bad exactly. Not like how his knuckles had crunched against Justin’s jaw. No, this pain was warm with a little sting and he wanted to lean into it. Fought it for sure because the struggle felt good but he didn’t actually want to get away.
He’d never been spanked before. And god help him if his dick wasn’t getting thick and hard smashed against Hudson’s enormous thigh. He had to notice. Had to. Was Huds going to be grossed out? But this had been his idea. He had to have known it was a possibility.
Well, Ian wasn’t going to worry about that now. He was going to let all the blood rush into his head, and push against the forearm Huds had laid against his spine to keep him still. Was going to rail and buck and swear and blow out all the shit that had somehow gotten stopped up behind that bottleneck of anger and unfairness and hot, thick rage. Huds had snapped the barrier and now Ian was free to let everything out in a flood. And he would.
It felt like forever that Hudson rained blows down on his ass, peppering his backside with a mix of swift, sharp smacks and more lingering, spaced out impacts. And Ian’s heart flat-out stopped when Huds curled his fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers, the only thing that was keeping their skin from touching.
There was a pause and the music from next door pounded in his ears, seeming to slow down, making that second last forever. He knew Hudson was asking an unspoken question, but he’d give him an answer out loud. Which was fitting because Ian did everything out loud.
“Yeah. Yes. Please.”
Hudson yanked down his shorts and Ian only had a second to let the thought streak through his head. Then Hudson’s hand, hot and big, so big—why did it feel bigger now?—was thwacking against his skin, flesh meeting flesh in way that sent Ian’s head spinning. And if he wasn’t imagining it, Huds was hitting him harder too. Not hard enough to make him cry out but not far off either. Goddamn.
Everything seemed to flush out of him, all the fury and the angst and the urge to plant his fist in Justin’s face again. He had no illusions that those feelings wouldn’t come back and likely with a vengeance, but for right now, there was peace. Of a sort anyway, because sitting down on the wooden benches in the dining hall tomorrow was going to be a struggle. Worth it, he thought. Hopefully Huds felt the same.
This didn’t seem like the kind of thing someone would do while holding their nose and looking the other way though. Huds especially. He just…didn’t. Yeah, he was kind with rejections but he didn’t just do shit he didn’t want to. Guy had a spine. One Ian was currently relying on to keep him from disintegrating.
He let his muscles go slack, felt like a rag doll under Hud’s hands, and there was a pleasure in letting it all come, the pain wash over him without fighting it, the torrent of emotions flowing without drowning him.
Huds spanked him for another couple of minutes—to make a point, he thought—but then passed that huge, warm hand over his ass and damn did that feel good. Like he cared.
The only thing that would be better would be—
“I feel you, Ian. Want some help with that too?”
He wasn’t going to cry. He might fucking want to, but he wouldn’t.
“Not if you don’t want to,” he offered, hoping Hudson fucking did. Because he did. So bad. Wanted to feel that hot palm wrapped around his swelled to bursting dick. Wanted it to be Hudson who delivered the half dozen rough strokes it was going to take for him to blow his load. And fuck if he didn’t want to return the favor.
“I want to.”
There wasn’t any more talking. Next thing he knew, Hudson had him bent over the edge of the bed, underwear and jeans still puddled around his ankles and his cock so hard it was practically parallel to the floor. His ears perked at the jangle of Hudson’s belt and there was a second of panic. He’d seen his roommate’s dick and it was huge. Yeah, Ian had fingered his own ass in the shower—fuck were prostates amazing—but there was a world of difference between that and Hud’s enormous cock.
“Not gonna fuck you. Not today.”
Ian groaned into the bedspread that smelled so much like Hudson. That was absolutely for the best but there was a note of disappointment at the core of his relief. He wanted Hudson inside of him, and the promise ofnot todaymade a frisson of thrilled anticipation run through him. Fuck, yeah.
The drawer of Hud’s bedside table rolled open and slammed shut and then there was a cold drizzle of lube down Ian’s crack that made him shudder. He wasn’t getting fucked, but he did think something very, very good was about to happen.
He yelped when Hud’s hand, coated with that same cool slickness, wrapped around his desperate, sensitive dick. A yelp that slid into a moan as he felt Huds press his massive cock into the cleft of his ass. And then made him laugh because it was kinda like a jumbo-sized bratwurst sliding into a bun. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Luckily Huds knew the best and the worst of him, and only tightened his grip on Ian’s dick in response. Leaned down to cover Ian’s body with his own and murmured into his ear, breath hot and wet, “I’m gonna jerk you until you come, and then I’m gonna blow my load all over your back. Hear me?”
“Yeah. Yes. Yes,” Ian panted, trying to hold off his climax long enough to enjoy Hud’s grip of his cock.
But it wasn’t easy with the tight, slick, slide, and the way Huds leaned up just enough to rock his hips, sending his erection gliding through Ian’s crack, over his sensitive asshole, balls knocking against Ian’s own. He hadn’t done this before why? But he knew why. Because Huds had never offered.
While he wouldn’t rule out being with another guy, a different guy, sometime, he knew he’d never trust someone the way he trusted Huds to clear his head, to beat his ass, to make him feel free and held at the same time.
He didn’t stand a chance, and a minute later, Ian’s balls drew up against his body and rope after thick rope of come spurted out of his dick, feeling like his insides were attached to the end of the jizz comet that was hurtling through the galaxy of his cock. Damn, all the blood must’ve left his brain because that was a crazy thought.
“Fuck, Ian,” he heard Huds mutter from above him, and then Hudson was gripping his shoulder, thick fingers digging into his traps. Followed a split-second later by the jerking of Hudson’s cock and hot strands of come covering his back like a spiderweb. Ian’s own cock tried to echo it, but nah, that wasn’t happening. He simply didn’t have anything left. And after a few more shuddering, bucking thrusts, Huds seemed to be running on empty as well.
His roommate rolled off him, heaved a sigh before pushing off the bed and smacking his flank. “Stay there,” he commanded, and Ian wasn’t going to argue. He was lucky not to be in a puddle on the floor.
When Huds came back it was with washcloths wet in the sink in their room, and he cleaned them both up in silence.
