Seb pushed Hudson back against the pool table, took him and turned him roughly, then pressed up against Hudson's back. He fumbled with Hudson's trouser buttons before finally managing to get them undone, then slipped his hand inside Hudson's pants to grab his hard cock.
"Oh God," Hudson said through his gasp, his hands flat against the pool table's surface as Seb squeezed his painfully hard erection. He released Hudson and brought his hand up.
"Spit," Seb growled, and Hudson shivered again at the feral command. He did as Seb demanded, spitting into Seb's hand. When Seb took hold of his cock again, now slick with Hudson's spit and precome, Hudson feared he might lose it right then. Seb had other plans for him.
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ed and twisted, moving his hand up and down Hudson's cock, as his free hand yanked down Hudson's trousers until they were under his arse. Hudson's gasp at the feel of Seb's hard cock pressed against his crease.
"Darling," Hudson murmured, his head falling forward as he widened his stance. Seb pushed his cock between Hudson's cheeks, and Hudson trembled at Seb rutting against him. He stroked Hudson mercilessly with one hand, his other hand going to Hudson's shoulder to hold him in place as he intensified the friction, his chest pressing to Hudson's back.
Seb nipped at Hudson's jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful, my heart can't take it."
The pressure inside Hudson increased, and he bucked his hips. Unable to stop, he drove himself in and out of Seb's strong hand.
"That's it, sweetheart. Pretend it's my ass you're fucking."
Hudson whimpered. "I can't." Having Seb's cock between his cheeks, rubbing, pressing against his hole, it was too much. "Sebastian, love, please...."
"Fuck me, Hudson." Seb squeezed Hudson's cock, and Hudson cried out Seb's name before thrusting into his hand over and over, his movements growing erratic as he threw his head back and to the side, seeking Seb's mouth. He was rewarded with Seb's tongue slipping between his lips, plundering, demanding, reducing Hudson to a whimpering, keening mess.
"Oh God, Seb!" Hudson's orgasm plowed through him, and Seb's growl joined Hudson's cry, hot come dripping between Hudson's arse cheeks as Hudson coated Seb's hands. His body shook, and Hudson doubled over as his release continued to course through him. Seb folded over him, and Hudson heard his heart pounding in his ears, his cock twitching in Seb's grasp.
Hudson closed his eyes, smiling at Seb's gentle kiss. They remained unmoving for the longest time before Seb pulled away, and Hudson groaned at the chill hitting his bare arse, but the feel of Seb's come running down his thigh brought his smile back. A heartbeat later, Seb returned and cleaned up Hudson with a damp washcloth. Hudson would have fallen asleep on the pool table if Seb let him. Instead, Seb tenderly pulled Hudson's trousers up, turned him, and kissed him. He fastened Hudson's buttons, his own clothes set to rights. Hudson hummed, smiling stupidly as Seb pulled him into a warm embrace. Hudson snuggled close, his bones feeling like jelly. A contented sigh escaped him, and Seb chuckled. He ran a hand over Hudson's hair and kissed the top of his head.
"I know it's tomorrow, but happy birthday, Lobito."
Hudson blinked up at him. "Good Lord. It is my birthday tomorrow, isn't it?"
Seb laughed softly. "How is it you remember everyone else's birthday but not your own?"
Hudson shrugged. "I suppose it doesn't feel very important."
"Oh, sweetheart, it is important. It's important to me." Seb nuzzled Hudson's temple, his lips brushing against Hudson's skin. He took Hudson's hand and led him to the couch. "I have something for you. I'll be right back. Don't move."
Hudson wasn't surprised, but he was no less touched. Seb always remembered his birthday, and he always had a gift for Hudson, despite Hudson telling him countless times it was unnecessary. Hudson had a terrible habit of forgetting his own birthday, but Seb was always there to remind him, and the bashful smile on Seb's face when he gave Hudson his gift made Hudson's heart flutter every time. He sat back, his heart happy. Had he really just thrown himself at Seb? His lips curled into a smile, and he couldn't help the heat that rose in his face when he thought of Seb's body against him, his rough, firm hands on Hudson's bare skin.
Easy there, fella. If he didn't stop thinking about it, Hudson was going to have a very different sort of surprise for Seb.
Seb returned and took a seat beside Hudson on the couch, their legs pressed against each other. He had a medium-sized box wrapped in silver and white with a frosty, blue ribbon around it. "I was going to give it to you tomorrow, but when I spoke to Nina and found out you were going to drop by to see Mom, I knew I had to bring it to you here. It's kind of personal, so I didn't really want to give it to you at work."
"Thank you." Hudson smiled warmly at Seb. "You really didn't have to."
"I know." Seb kissed his cheek. "But I wanted to. It took me a while to figure out. I hope I did okay."
"Whatever it is, Sebastian, I'm certain it'll be wonderful." Hudson pulled at the ends of the ribbon, slipped it off the box, and placed it to his left. He carefully removed the giftwrap, finding a slim square box beneath. What on earth could it possibly be? Opening the box, Hudson cocked his head. A photo album?
Curious, Hudson lifted it from the box, moved the box aside, and placed the album on his lap. He opened to the first page, and his heart leaped into his throat. Tears filled his eyes, and he snapped his head up to stare at Seb. When he spoke, his words were almost a whisper.
"Where...? How did you get this?"
Seb's eyes became glassy, and he moved his gaze to his fingers, his smile shy. "I sort of broke a few rules and enlisted Dex's help, got him to use his charms to contact THIRDS HQ in London to get Millie's cell phone number. I called her up and begged her to sneak into your parents' house and steal it for me."
Hudson was speechless. When he finally found his voice, it was rough and laced with emotion. "You spoke to my sister?" Millie and Theo were the only ones who hadn't blamed Hudson for Alfie's death. They hadn't wanted him to leave for America, but Hudson couldn't stay, and they understood. Unfortunately, their father kept them under his thumb, holding their children's educations over their heads, threatening to cut them off if they had any contact with Hudson. Hudson had promised them he wasn't cross with them. How could he blame them for taking care of their children? He would never do anything to hurt his nieces and nephews.
Seb nodded. "She was so happy to hear you were okay. I told her to make sure she didn't get into any trouble. I gave her my address, and a week later it arrived."
Hudson still couldn't believe it. He ran his fingers reverently over the old photo of him and Alfie as children hugging each other tight, big smiles on their cherub faces.