But he could definitely flirt when necessary because it was good for business.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he retrieved it while making sure no one was around him. After Hudson’s text last night, he had no idea what the guy might send over, and he damn sure didn’t want anyone else to see it. Still, he remembered the commanding message for him to come over and watch. At first, he’d thought it had been some sort of test. Without hesitating, he had gone over and… Holy fuck. If he’d been concerned about whether or not it had been wise to accept Hudson’s proposal, he was no longer worried. The guy was hung like a fucking horse, and he was dominating when it came to sex. No way could Teague go wrong there.
You cool?
The message was from Hudson, and it was the first time he’d heard from him today, so it made him smile. Hudson was checking on him.
Not that he would put too much thought into that.
Yep. All good. You?
I’d be better if you were in the shop today.
Teague’s mind conjured up a million ideas about what they could do if he was in Hudson’s tiny little office, or even out in the shop.
Figuring it was his turn to tease a little, he responded with: And what would you do if I was?
What would you want me to do?
Of course Hudson would answer the question with a question. Still, he responded honestly: Whatever you wanted.
A minute passed, and Teague figured Hudson wasn’t going to respond, but as he was putting his phone back in his pocket, it vibrated. He took a deep breath as he pulled up the text and stared at the screen.
You would be okay if I sit you on my desk and suck you off right here?
Alrighty then.
Teague was fairly certain he’d just had a hot flash.
Like, seriously.
He peered over at the people on the boat, making sure they weren’t paying any attention to him. On a normal outing, he would’ve been hanging out with them, enjoying the party, but he was too tired today. Or he had been right up until he’d imagined sitting on Hudson’s desk while Hudson sucked him off.
Fuck.
He tapped out a response with shaky hands: I think I could handle that.
We’ll see about that. Come find me when you get back. As soon as you get back.
Thankfully, Teague had his sunglasses on, because it gave him some privacy for his thoughts. He knew he was easy to read, and the last damn thing he wanted was for these people to see the intense lust burning in his eyes.
He glanced at his phone to check the time. Still at least an hour and a half before they would be heading back to shore.
Surely he could wait that long.
HUDSON HAD BUSIED himself by working on the boat that had been brought in that morning. The minor engine problem had taken no time at all to fix, so he’d opted to reorganize some of his tools and had been doing so when Teague wandered into the building a little before four.
Their eyes met from across the room, and he knew right then that Teague was still thinking about his offer. The one where he’d mentioned sitting Teague on his desk and blowing him…
Yep, that one.
Good thing, too, because Hudson had thought about little else since he’d sent the text to Teague a little more than two hours ago.
Nodding toward the bay door, he signaled for Teague to close it. Teague made an immediate U-turn and hit the button that would bring the door down. As he neared, Hudson went into his office. Because he’d used the place to sleep from time to time before he had moved into the apartment above the main building, there was a black curtain covering the window, which allowed him the privacy he needed for what he was about to do.
When Teague stepped into the office, there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. It was oddly endearing.
Again, Hudson motioned for him to close the door. Without being told, Teague also flipped the lock.
Taking a seat at his desk, Hudson moved the chair back enough so that Teague could stand between him and the desk. He opened the drawer, snagged the sheet of paper he’d tucked in there earlier, then motioned for him to come over while he kept his eyes locked on the kid. He got the feeling Teague was a little nervous, which belied everything Hudson knew about him. Then again, in recent days, he’d seen a different side of Teague, one he obviously didn’t show most of the world.
No doubt about it, Teague was wild. He was impulsive and defiant. But he was also curious.
When Teague approached, Hudson held out the paper for him to take. Since Teague had given him his test results last night, Hudson had made a point to get his.
He watched as Teague glanced at the paper, his eyes skimming before he looked up and met Hudson’s gaze once more. When Teague put it down, Hudson took that as his agreement.
Before Teague could hop up on the desk, Hudson reached for him, gripping the backs of his thighs and pulling him toward him. Once Teague straddled his lap, legs hanging over the armrests, Hudson cupped his face and pulled him closer. He allowed their breaths to pass between them for only an instant before he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss Teague anymore. The soft moan that escaped the man’s mouth made his dick jerk to attention. While he held Teague in place, Hudson feasted on him, making sure he showed him just how much he wanted him, how much he wanted this.
Although he could’ve easily made this about the blow job and nothing else, Hudson wanted more. A little bit of a connection, something to show Teague that there was more to life than quick, casual encounters. Now, he wasn’t looking for too much, but a little kissing, some heavy petting … there was nothing wrong with that.
Long minutes passed before Hudson worked his hand into Teague’s shorts, fisting Teague’s cock in one hand while he cupped the back of Teague’s head with his other hand. This was the first time he’d actually touched Teague intimately, and he savored the moment, memorizing the heft and weight of his thick cock, the silkiness of his shaft against his palm. The guy was so damned sexy, so eager … it was hard to maintain his control, but he managed. Hudson didn’t want Teague pulling away just yet, so he stroked him in rhythm with their tongues, enjoying the grunts and groans and erratic thrusts of Teague’s hips.
Knowing he had to maintain control, he urged Teague to his feet, then helped him out of his shorts while Teague pulled off his shirt. Ahh, yes. Just as impressive as always. For a moment, Hudson took the time to admire the gorgeous, naked man standing before him. His skin was smooth and sun-kissed, not a single thing marring it. No tattoos, no piercings, nothing that would reinforce some of that rebellious nature.
In a word, Teague was perfect, and Hudson wanted to spend hours learning every contour with his tongue, but he knew this wasn’t the time or the place for that.
Scooting his chair forward, he forced Teague to step back until his ass bumped the edge of the desk. Hudson reached around and patted the top with his hand, his signal for Teague to take a seat. Teague hopped up on the desk, legs spread wide, offering Hudson an unobstructed view of his cock and balls. It was evident the kid manscaped, which was a pleasant discovery, as well.
Teague’s dick was long and thick, with a slight curve in it. The head was wide, definitely a mouthful.
“Condom,” Teague muttered.
Hudson met Teague’s gaze as he shook his head. He would gladly use a condom to fuck, but for this … he wanted Teague to feel everything without the barrier of a rubber between them.
“I never do this without a condom,” Teague argued.
Rather than respond, Hudson simply stared back at him. He wasn’t going to blow him with a condom. He appreciated Teague’s need to be safe, but they’d shared their test results, so as far as oral sex went, it wasn’t necessary. He wasn’t going to compromise on this, either.
“Fine,” Teague finally huffed, obviously too worked up to put up a fight.
Hudson needed to touch him, to feel the silky length against his palm again. After lifting Teague’s feet and planting them on the armrests of the
chair, forcing his legs wider, Hudson moved in closer, allowing his breath to fan the swollen head of Teague’s impressive cock. Hudson watched it twitch, bobbing upward as though beckoning him to come closer. The man’s dick made Hudson’s mouth water with the need to taste him.
Taking his time, he used his tongue, grazing the smooth skin, brushing the head lightly, teasing his glans, curling around the crest. He didn’t take Teague into his mouth at first, rather sliding his tongue down his shaft while Teague leaned back on his hands, watching him. Teague’s breaths became more rapid the more Hudson tormented him, which only spurred Hudson on.
“Fuck,” Teague panted. “You’re too fucking good at that. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
Hudson wanted to tell him to beg, but he decided now wasn’t the time. They would have to work on a few words in sign language to make this easier on them both. But for now, he gave Teague what he needed, wrapping his lips around the engorged head and lapping at the pre-cum that had formed there.
Teague sucked in a breath at the same time Hudson stretched his mouth wide and took him all the way to the root.
“Oh, fuck.” Teague’s moan was loud in the small room.
Hudson looked up to see that Teague had closed his eyes. He instantly pulled back, allowing Teague’s cock to fall out of his mouth. The kid’s eyes flew open, meeting Hudson’s gaze. He shook his head, then pointed to Teague’s eyes and signed: keep them open.
Teague nodded, but Hudson wasn’t sure he understood. He resumed feasting on Teague’s cock, stroking every inch with his tongue, lightly scraping his teeth along the sensitive underside, keeping his eyes on Teague’s face the entire time. When the kid’s eyes closed again, Hudson stopped.
It only took two more times before Teague clearly understood what Hudson wanted. He kept his eyes open, and Hudson gave him what he needed. He sucked him deep, bobbing his head, taking Teague to the back of his throat over and over until Teague was rambling incoherently, begging Hudson to finish him off.
Although he was enjoying the shit out of this, got off on driving Teague higher and higher, he finally gave Teague what he needed, using his hand to stroke Teague’s dick roughly while he sucked him harder, faster.
“Oh, fuck… Hudson… Fuck…” Teague reached for Hudson’s head, but he dodged him, not allowing the kid to take control.
He sucked harder, faster, stroking him urgently as he cupped Teague’s balls with his other hand, kneading them until he knew Teague was hovering on the razor-sharp edge of release.
“Gonna come…” Teague groaned. “Wanna come in your mouth… Please let me come in your fucking mouth… Hudson… Oh, fuck.”
Teague’s hips jerked as his dick pulsed in Hudson’s mouth, his salty taste splashing over Hudson’s tongue as Teague came with a strangled cry and a jerk of his hips.
It was so fucking beautiful; Hudson wasn’t sure how he managed not to come in his shorts.
Somehow he did.
Barely.
Ten
Sunday, July 10th
ALTHOUGH TEAGUE SPENT all day Sunday helping out with tours, he knew that Hudson had taken the day off. Part of him wished he hadn’t volunteered, but he would never go back on his offer to assist, so he had gone in at eight and spent the entire day trying not to wonder what Hudson was doing.
The marina was unusually busy, so much so that he’d had to make an unscheduled run to the store in order to pick up hot dogs and ground beef because the restaurant had run out completely. That alone had kept his mind off Hudson for at least an hour.
By the end of the day, Teague was exhausted physically, but he couldn’t get his brain to shut down. He continued to think about yesterday, about the blow job Hudson had given him in the repair shop office.
Holy. Fuck.
He could practically feel the warm heat of Hudson’s mouth on his dick. Never before had he had a man’s mouth on him without a rubber between them and … it was a wonder Teague had held off as long as he had. It had been incredible.
And now the only thing he could think about was how he was hoping for a replay, only this time he wanted to be the one with Hudson’s dick in his mouth.
Except Hudson wasn’t home, which piqued his curiosity and pissed him off that he cared. Teague should’ve been happy that he was home alone—something he had wanted for a long time. However, he’d soon learned after he moved in that he didn’t enjoy it as much as he’d thought he would. Not to mention, he was spending too damn much time thinking.
He blamed Hudson for that. He blamed the sex, and Hudson’s apparent need to maintain a slow pace with whatever this was that they were doing. If he’d had a say, Teague would’ve been fucked already, and they could’ve gone their separate ways. That was the way he did things. No strings, and repeats were rare, only with the guys who knew he would never be serious.
That didn’t explain why he couldn’t stop thinking about Hudson. The only rational answer he had was that he was caught up in the chase. Surely once Hudson fucked him, Teague would be content to move on with his life.
He fucking hoped so, anyway.
After taking a shower, Teague flopped onto his bed and propped up his phone so he could see the screen. He had Googled sign language, and ever since yesterday, he had been attempting to teach himself a few things. Nothing major, just some words he’d jotted down during one of the times he’d thought about his interactions with Hudson. Words like: door, eyes, open, close, sit, stand, my, yours. Easy things. Then, of course, he’d ventured down another path entirely. He’d looked up other words, like: penis, mouth, ass, swallow, fuck.
Needless to say, his lesson hadn’t gone in the direction he had originally intended. So, now he was hoping to get back on track.
Before he could pull up the website that provided video clip demonstrations, a text message notification came across the screen.
Teague sat up instantly, pulling up the text from Hudson.
Just got home. Taking a shower. I’m coming over in ten. Be naked and sitting on your couch. Make sure the door is unlocked.
Okay, wait.
Teague read the text one more time. Then again. And one more time for good measure.
Yep, he had read it right.
Bossy asshole.
He looked up at the clock, noting the time before hopping off the bed. He should’ve been taken aback by Hudson’s command, not yanking off his fucking shorts, yet that was exactly what he was doing. Once he was naked, Teague scaled the back of the couch and landed on his ass on the cushion. He squinted to see the numbers on his alarm clock across the room.
Shit.
He had nine minutes to wait.
With some of his excitement fading, he got to his feet, went over to the bed, and grabbed his phone before returning to the couch. He pushed one of the pillows against the arm and leaned back. That lasted all of a second before he was sitting up. He propped one foot on the couch, exposing his junk. He put it down, shifted, crossed his legs, uncrossed them. Nothing was working, so he tried the same thing at the other end.
Teague glanced at the clock, then looked at his front door. It was unlocked, so he didn’t need to do that.
Another glance at the clock.
Shit. Still five more minutes.
Maybe he should get some water.
Or a condom.
What about lube?
Two condoms?
He crossed his legs again, uncrossed them, propped one ankle over the opposite knee, and leaned back, trying to appear casual. His nuts were getting couch burn, so he dropped his phone on the cushion and got to his feet.
The sound of the doorknob snagged his attention, and he flew back against the couch, lying down, his phone stabbing him in the ass.
Shit. The pillow was on the other end.
Quickly, he tossed his phone to the floor, then flopped to the other end just as the door opened.
And Hudson walked in.
HUDSON HAD TAKEN the fastest shower in the history of showers. H
e hadn’t bothered to shave, although he had noted that the scruff on his jaw was getting a little thick. While he’d considered busting out the razor, he’d finally decided against it. His mind had already wandered across the hall to Teague’s apartment long before his body had, and he had no desire to waste time.
But now that he was both mentally and physically here…
He wasn’t quite sure what he intended to do.
However, that quickly changed the second he saw Teague sitting on the couch, gloriously naked, just as Hudson had instructed.
Fuck, he looked good like that. So submissive. Hudson could practically see his dick tunneling in and out of that sweet fucking mouth.
He smiled at Teague before closing and locking the door—no way was he going to risk one of those goofy pussy boys coming over and interrupting what he had in mind for Teague tonight—then venturing over and taking a seat at the opposite end of the couch. He tapped out a message on his phone and hit send.
Something buzzed on the floor, and Hudson looked down to see Teague’s phone. When he looked back at Teague, he noticed a pink tinge to the guy’s cheeks. What in the world had he been doing before Hudson got there?
Teague leaned down and snatched up his phone, then sat back down to read it.
I like you just like that.
More color rose on Teague’s face as he blushed.
Hudson typed again: But I think I want to see more of you. Lean back against the arm, put one leg over the back of the couch, one foot on the floor.
When he hit send, Hudson turned so that he was casually reclining as he waited for Teague to follow his instructions.
Something that looked a hell of a lot like defiance ignited in Teague’s turbulent gaze. Unexpectedly, Teague did what Hudson asked. The position he moved to had Teague looking very much like an offering.
Very, very nice.
Teague read the message, then met Hudson’s eyes.
Not planning to rush this, Hudson decided to make some casual conversation.
How was work? Busy?
While he waited for Teague to respond, Hudson allowed his gaze to rake over the beautiful body laid out before him. Teague was lean and muscled, probably not an ounce of fat on his body. He wasn’t bulky, but when he moved, the definition of his abs was prominent, as well as his nicely sculpted arms. His shaggy hair was wet, which meant he’d taken a shower.
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