His phone vibrated and he glanced down at it. Do you want me to answer you verbally or type my response?
Hmm. That was a good question. He pretended to consider this while he let his gaze caress Teague’s cock. He wasn’t fully hard, but Hudson knew it wouldn’t take much to get him there.
He responded with: Up to you. Whatever you prefer.
After Teague read the message, he met Hudson’s gaze. “I prefer your dick in my ass. That’s what I prefer.”
Hudson smirked. We’ll get to that. I promise. He waited until Teague read the message before he added: Eventually.
He had absolutely no intention of fucking Teague tonight, although it was the best fucking idea he’d ever had. But he knew better than to give Teague that much so quickly. The kid already used sex as a weapon; Hudson had no intention of ending this before he got his fill. He wanted Teague coming back for more, and as far as he was concerned, holding back was the only way to make that happen.
“So what is your plan?”
Right now? I’m quite content looking at your beautiful cock.
That beautiful cock twitched when Teague read the message.
“And later?” Teague’s hand slowly moved down his stomach, reaching for his dick.
Hudson sent another message. Don’t you dare touch yourself unless I specifically tell you to.
Teague’s hand moved back when he glanced at his phone, and Hudson saw heat flash in his eyes. The kid liked that he was being dominated. If Hudson had to guess, he’d never actually given up the reins, even if he was a clear bottom. They’d coined the phrase topping from the bottom because of men like Teague. Hudson had no desire to be topped from any direction.
Deciding on a slightly different tack, Hudson sent another message.
Question time.
Teague groaned, clearly not happy about that. Hudson didn’t much care. He wanted to know some things about Teague, and in order to get that information, he had to ask questions because it was clear Teague wasn’t going to voluntarily share the details.
Answer out loud.
Teague nodded, but he seemed reluctant.
Hudson moved a little closer to Teague so that he was within arm’s reach of his now swelling dick. Based on the look in Teague’s eyes, he knew what Hudson was up to.
Or he thought he did, anyway.
Only time would tell.
Eleven
TEAGUE ALREADY KNEW he was not going to like whatever Hudson thought he was doing here, but he was sort of at the man’s mercy. He was, after all, very, very naked. The way those eyes raked over him, he found himself mesmerized, willing to do any damn thing Hudson wanted as long as he promised to touch him. Well, everything except the stupid questions thing, but whatever.
At first, Teague thought Hudson was simply getting his rocks off watching him lying there in the buff, but now that Hudson had moved a little closer, Teague’s anticipation was growing.
His phone buzzed and he looked at the screen.
Have you ever slept with a woman?
The trepidation he felt over the personal questions he knew were coming grew, but he managed to force the answer past his lips. “No. Have you?”
Hudson smiled, then shook his head.
Good to know.
Have you ever topped?
“Yes. Have you ever bottomed?” He already knew the answer to that, but he still wanted Hudson to respond.
Hudson shook his head again.
Wow. The guy had never been fucked by another guy. “Do you plan to?”
As he expected, Hudson shook his head, but then he shrugged and gave Teague a sinful smirk. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting, but okay.
Hudson typed again.
For the right guy, I might consider it. One day.
Another hot flash.
Shit.
Hudson leaned forward and reached for Teague’s free hand. Confused, Teague lifted it and allowed Hudson to take his wrist. Hudson guided his hand down and placed it on Teague’s cock. Remembering Hudson’s insistence that he not touch himself, he didn’t move.
Stroke yourself slowly.
Teague swallowed hard. He couldn’t count the number of times he had jacked off last week, but he could count how many times he’d done so for someone else like this. Never. He had to admit, this was pretty fucking hot, and if the way Hudson’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat was any indication, he thought so, too.
Teague started working his dick, tugging gently, not trying to work himself up but providing enough stimulation to make it enjoyable while he waited for Hudson to make his next move.
Did you graduate from high school?
As soon as he read the question, he felt the anger bubble up inside him. This wasn’t the deal. He hadn’t signed on to answer these types of questions, and he damn sure didn’t want to play along. Before he could let loose with a string of curse words that would tell Hudson just what he thought, his phone vibrated again.
I’m going to ask ten more questions. You can say pass to two of them without penalty. If you answer eight, I’ll let you fuck my mouth. If you answer five–seven, I’ll suck you off. If you say pass to any more than that, or you call off the game completely, I decide what happens next.
Teague didn’t need to ask what the difference was between fucking Hudson’s mouth or Teague sucking him off. Based on yesterday’s blow job, Teague knew that Hudson didn’t allow anyone else to be in control. When he had reached for Hudson’s head, wanting to hold on to him, Hudson had moved away, not allowing him to. So for him to allow Teague to fuck his mouth … that would be worth it. As for the last part…
“You’re already deciding, so how’s that fair?” he blurted, meeting Hudson’s gaze.
His answer was a simple lift of Hudson’s dark eyebrow. Clearly, Hudson had set the rules and Teague had two options: pass or play.
Fuck.
This was stupid.
“Yes, I graduated from high school. But only because Cam and Roan rode my ass to make me finish school.”
One question down.
Hudson’s smile was slow and sexy, not at all triumphant, which didn’t make a damn bit of sense.
Do you have any brothers or sisters?
The man was already treading too close to his limit, but Teague still managed to answer with a curt, “No.”
Two down.
Keep stroking yourself.
Teague hadn’t realized he had stopped. Then again, the line of questioning wasn’t conducive to a session with his hand. Hudson remained calm and cool, staring back at him until Teague began teasing his dick again.
Are you opposed to being tied up?
Okay, this was definitely a better line of questioning. “Yes,” he said truthfully. “I don’t trust anyone enough to let them tie me up.”
That was number three.
Hudson watched him, but there didn’t appear to be any judgment in his eyes. The man certainly confused the fuck out of him. What was the point of the questions?
Have you ever been in love?
Teague snorted. “Nope. Never.”
Awesome, four down.
Again, Hudson smiled. The guy had to be up to something.
Do you have a problem with me using toys on you?
That one was easy. “Bring it on. Just don’t fucking use a toy on me that you used on someone else.”
Five. That meant … Teague would get his dick sucked. Not a bad way to end the night.
I can assure you that’ll never happen.
“Good.”
When Hudson’s gaze dropped to Teague’s cock again, he continued to tug. His dick was coming to life nicely, but he doubted he’d get fully hard if Hudson kept this shit up. Teague didn’t care if the questions were all about sex, this wasn’t doing a damn thing for him.
Do you have a relationship with your parents?
Game time was officially over!
Teague’s hand fell to his side and he started to get up, but Hudson wa
s on top of him before that could happen.
HUDSON HAD KNOWN before he asked the question that Teague was going to bail out. He’d seen it in his eyes, but he’d tried anyway.
“I don’t want to play this bullshit game,” Teague snarled, trying to push Hudson off.
Standing his ground, he covered Teague’s body with his own, kneeling between his legs before sliding his lips over Teague’s. Teague resisted initially, but it only took a few seconds before he relaxed beneath him. Hudson didn’t want to piss him off; he simply wanted to know more about him. He’d purposely mixed the questions about sex with a few more personal ones, and now he knew that when it came to his family, Teague wasn’t going to talk.
When they broke for air, Hudson stared down at Teague, willing him to say what was on his mind. He knew the kid wouldn’t be able to hold off for long.
“Don’t make me answer these stupid questions,” Teague whispered, his eyes pleading.
Hudson nodded his agreement, then eased backward, still kneeling between Teague’s spread thighs while he typed up another message.
If you want to quit now, you can undress me, then let me fuck your mouth. Or we continue and I’ll use my mouth on you. Your choice.
Teague read the message, and Hudson saw the flash of heat that ignited in Teague’s eyes. The next thing he knew, Teague was tossing both phones onto the table and reaching for Hudson’s shirt.
Apparently that was his answer. Honestly, Hudson was a little surprised by the unselfish move on Teague’s part. He’d already answered five questions, which, according to the rules, meant Hudson owed him a blow job. Unless, of course, Teague quit.
Which he was apparently doing.
Hudson moved back, allowing Teague to remove his shirt. He took the opportunity to touch Teague continuously as he did. He would concede when it came to giving Teague this for now, but he still insisted that they maintain the connection, even if Teague wasn’t aware that they’d made one.
“Ever since I watched you jack off, I’ve wanted to put my mouth on you.”
Hudson’s dick thickened at Teague’s words. When Teague went to pull his shorts down, Hudson pulled him closer, crushing their mouths together and stealing another kiss. He could tell Teague wasn’t used to the whole kissing thing because it seemed to take him off guard every time, and maybe that’s why Hudson liked it so much. Kissing Teague… It was fantastic.
He allowed Teague to work his shorts down his legs until Hudson was as naked as Teague was, but that was where he changed his strategy. Using his body, with his lips still sealed to Teague’s, he urged Teague back until he was lying flat on the couch. When he was right where Hudson wanted him, Hudson pried his mouth away and got to his knees.
He was desperate to feel that sweet mouth on him.
Planting his hands on the arm of the couch, he straddled Teague’s head, his balls brushing against Teague’s chin. Thankfully, he didn’t need to give any instructions. Teague opened wide and took Hudson’s balls in his mouth, laving them with his tongue, moaning softly, the vibrations sending shock waves of pleasure up Hudson’s spine. Teague’s hands curled around his thighs, but Hudson could tell he wasn’t attempting to hold him down, simply holding on. That was something else he liked about Teague. The touching.
The heat of Teague’s mouth encompassed one of his balls, then the other. Teague worked them both in, using his tongue to tease his sac. Hudson’s hands clenched on the cushion, enjoying the glorious suction on his nuts.
After a few minutes, Hudson moved back and fed the tip of his cock past Teague’s soft lips, watching his beautiful face as he did. Teague was definitely working him harder than Hudson had expected, his eagerness apparent. Hudson shifted again, putting one foot on the floor, the other beside Teague’s head as he squatted over Teague’s face, pushing his cock into the warm haven of his mouth. If he could’ve groaned, he would have, because it felt so fucking good.
When Teague looked up at him, their eyes locking, Hudson slid his hand into Teague’s silky blond hair as he began pushing his dick deeper. He had to lean forward for a better angle, which made it impossible to see Teague’s face, and he wanted to see him, wanted to watch. Since this wasn’t only about him, Hudson pulled out of Teague’s mouth and started moving back so that he could sit at the opposite end of the couch. With his hand still fisted in Teague’s hair, he tugged him forward. Teague moved quickly, as though he knew exactly what Hudson needed.
Then Teague’s mouth was on his dick once again, and Hudson was pushing his hips up, driving deep into Teague’s throat while he watched his face. Not once did Teague close his eyes, which made Hudson feel oddly proud that the kid knew what he wanted from him. His breaths rushed in and out of his lungs as he face-fucked Teague, his balls drawing up tight to his body. He couldn’t hold back, needed to come, wanted to come deep in Teague’s throat. He had fantasized about this daily, and now that it was happening, he wasn’t able to hold off. With one last punishing thrust, he let go, filling Teague’s mouth and holding his head so he swallowed every drop.
When his dick slipped free of Teague’s lips, he pulled the kid onto him, holding him while he kissed him, licking the inside of his mouth, tasting himself on Teague’s tongue.
“Hudson,” Teague groaned. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me come.”
Hudson shook his head. He wasn’t going to take Teague tonight. As much as he wanted to be inside him, to claim this man, to show him how good it would feel when they were one, he knew he had to put the brakes on. At least for tonight.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Teague pulled back, glaring down at him. “You get me all worked up and you’re not gonna fuck me?”
Hudson shook his head, then signed: Not yet.
He definitely would, but not tonight.
When Teague attempted to jerk away from him, Hudson grabbed him, then flipped their positions so that he was covering half of Teague’s body while they lay together on the couch, skin to skin. He stared down at Teague, unwilling to let him run from him. He could understand Teague’s frustration, couldn’t even blame him for being pissed, but he needed Teague to know this wasn’t always about him. The same way it wasn’t always about Hudson. They were in this together and when the time was right…
The kid had to learn to compromise, and he definitely needed a lesson in patience.
When Teague stopped fighting him, Hudson kissed him again, slowly, gently, working his tongue into Teague’s mouth. He maintained a leisurely pace until Teague was moaning and grinding against Hudson’s thigh. He slid his hand down and fisted Teague’s cock, allowing him to fuck his fist. Never did Hudson stop kissing him while Teague drove into his hand, getting himself off. Before long, Teague’s fingers were digging into Hudson’s back, as he shuddered and moaned, and finally, he was coming in Hudson’s hand.
Twelve
Thursday, July 14th
“GOT IT!” TEAGUE called out to Cam as he headed back out the door. No way was he sticking around to see if there was anything else they wanted from him. He’d noticed that gleam in Roan’s eye, which usually meant paperwork was going to be tossed his way. It was too damn close to closing time to be thinking about that shit.
He wasn’t in the mood for paperwork. He was never in the mood for paperwork.
So, he would gladly take the pile of messages back to the repair shop and return the phone calls from people who were looking for repairs. That was something he was more than happy to take care of. Due to the fact that Hudson couldn’t call people directly, Teague had always managed those when necessary. Certainly wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but it came with the job, so he didn’t bitch about it.
When he rounded the corner into the repair shop a couple of minutes later, he saw Hudson talking to two guys. More accurately, two guys Teague had seen come around before.
One was a light-skinned black guy with a shiny bald head. He was a big guy, built similar to Hudson with muscles bulging throughout his upper body.
The other guy was a tall redhead with buzzed hair and a quick smile.
Teague watched them as he passed by, going straight for Hudson’s office. These two weren’t customers, he knew that much. They’d stopped by to chat it up with Hudson on more than one occasion, although Teague had never questioned who they were. Right now, he wanted to know, and he knew that was stupid.
It was almost as though he were jealous, but there was no damn way that was the case. He couldn’t give less of a fuck who Hudson spent his time with.
“Cool,” one of the guys said. “Sounds like a plan. We’ll run out and grab some food and bring it back. Meet you at your place in an hour?”
Hudson nodded, smiling.
Teague felt the anger burst in his gut. Who the fuck were they, and what the fuck was Hudson going to be doing with them in his apartment?
Fuck.
Don’t care.
Don’t care.
Don’t care.
He repeated that over and over until he was in Hudson’s office. He slammed the door a little harder than necessary, then dropped into Hudson’s leather chair, pulling the phone toward him. A memory of last Saturday plowed into him. The day Hudson had blown him right here in this very office. On this desk. With his feet on this chair.
His dick jerked, but he ignored it.
Fuck Hudson.
Whatever he was doing with those guys was none of Teague’s business. If Hudson wanted to get naked and screw them both, Teague didn’t give a fuck.
Liar.
His chest ached from the fury that was building up. Why would Hudson want to flaunt that shit in front of him? They were barely a week into this stupid arrangement, Hudson hadn’t bothered to even get down to business and fuck Teague yet, and now he was already moving on?
Bastard.
Teague grabbed the phone receiver and punched out the number, taking a deep breath. When the customer answered, Teague managed a civil conversation, getting the details of the problem. Ten minutes later, he hung up the phone and was moving on to the next one. The fury was still simmering, but the distraction was working. Teague knew how to be civil when necessary.
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