CHAPTER 7
LEO
“Now I get why Ollie won’t shut up about this show.” I snorted as one of the male actors pulled himself out of a pool at some fancy Southern California beach house. His naked and sun-kissed ass was on full display. Ollie had talked a lot about some hot new show with a diverse cast, great queer representation, and full nudity. “There’re full-on dicks, Leo! What a time to be alive.”
It seemed like an interesting show from what he’d shared during lunch breaks at work, but the promise of peen hadn’t been a draw for me. I studied Hudson from the corner of my eye. Had he known there’d be full frontal?
Now that I was questioning things, I wondered if it should turn me on. My brain was a mess, trying to sort out what drew me to Hudson and what it meant. Whether I could be interested in many men or if that was yet another way Hudson was special.
He’d been acting off since I’d gotten back from a long and necessary workout. He might’ve been responding to my weirdness, but I couldn’t help noting it was happening the day after Ollie had thought it’d be a great idea to play matchmaker.
If I didn’t know better, I would’ve guessed Hudson was acting suspicious. He kept glancing at my phone whenever I pulled it out. Duh. He probably assumed I was messing around on the dating apps. God, it was so awkward when he gave me his green-light pep talk earlier. I wanted to tell him I didn’t have any interest in dating women until I sorted out whatever the hell was going on in my head and heart, but how could I say that out of the blue?
My phone was like a hot brand in my pocket, with the Ledgie wizard footage burning a hole in my iPhone storage. Between jerking off over Hudson and my secret TikTok account, I was probably acting guilty, so, of course, he was suspicious.
I should’ve told him right away about the account or, hell, asked for fucking permission. When I’d first recorded Ledgie passed out next to me with her little feet kicking, I couldn’t wait to show Hudson when he got home from his class. But before I had a chance, I overheard him tell her he wouldn’t try to make her like another person ever again. At the time, he’d been raw from the divorce, and I hadn’t wanted to do anything to take that one good feeling from him.
I’d uploaded the cute video to my lurker TikTok on a whim, wanting to share how cute she was with someone, and by the time that first video went viral, I couldn’t find a way to tell him. The longer it went on, the harder it was to bring up. It’d been eating away at me. He thought Ledgie hated me, and learning she spent about half of every night sleeping on my bed would break him.
We were on the show’s third episode, and if I remembered correctly from Ollie going on and on about it, it was the episode. I’d been enjoying the supernatural elements and the sexy drama of Orange County’s spoiled twenty-somethings, but shit was about to get real.
As the episode geared up to the infamous scene, I sat upright and placed my palms on my thighs—not wanting to draw attention to myself. I wished I had eyes on the side of my head so I could watch Hudson’s reactions.
The guys were hot, though I wasn’t sure I was attracted to them. But damn. One guy started kissing his way down the other’s torso, and the sound one of them made reminded me of Hudson’s moans the previous night. I tried to subtly adjust myself because those memories were working some kind of magic on me. Moments later, there was a movement out of the corner of my eye. I could’ve sworn Hudson adjusted himself too.
Ollie had teased me that one of the guys in the show looked like he could be my brother, or at least a cousin. I didn’t see it, but I wondered if Hudson did.
Hudson pressed his shoulder blades into the couch and lifted his pelvis. I knew that move. Aching and wanting relief and friction. His hand rested on his thigh right next to his dick. I scratched my nose to give myself an opportunity to look over, and I spotted a definite bulge in his sweatpants.
As the guys got naked on-screen, one going down on the other, I adjusted myself again to relieve the mounting pressure. I risked a glance at Hudson and saw him biting his lip. His eyes snapped up, and we stared at each other for a long moment before Hudson licked his pink lips. I tracked the movement. He’s so sexy. His attention dropped to my crotch, and I realized I’d pressed the heel of my hand against my dick. His hand lingered on his bulge. The temperature in the living room jumped at least ten degrees.
What the fuck is happening?
Stealing quick glances between the TV and Hudson, I rubbed myself through my sweats while Hudson’s long fingers stroked the outline of his dick. When the scene on-screen shifted to thrusting and moaning, I turned my head toward Hudson and found him blatantly watching my hand move.
Fuck it. Take a chance. I slipped a hand into my pants and cupped myself. Hudson sucked in a breath and did the same. My pulse thundered in my ears. Even in the low light, I could tell his cheeks were flushed.
A part of my brain screamed at me to stop before I messed everything up, but the louder part justified it as only touching our own dicks. We could brush it off like two college bros jerking off together while watching porn. It didn’t have to mean anything. I silenced the small voice arguing that I wanted it to mean something.
We could brush it off, but as my breathing grew short, I noticed we were watching each other more than the show. Then Hudson did something unexpected and slowly pulled down the waistband of his pants while studying my reaction. I hooked my lip with my teeth as a rough growl tumbled out of my mouth, barely masked by the moaning coming through the speakers.
I stared, willing him to show me. He did, and fuck. Hudson pulled his dick out. It was hard, pale with a pink head, and the light from the screen illuminated the bead of precum at the tip. The curls around his dick were far tidier than the ones on his head. That thought made me smile.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he touched himself. Teasing strokes, fingers circling the head, tracing a thick vein, before he wrapped his hand around his shaft. I did the same to myself as the television soundtrack of moaning and skin slapping fueled me. We’re fucking doing this.
When I woke up yesterday, I’d only thought of him as my closest friend, and now I wanted to swat his hand out of the way and finish the job myself. I had no idea why this was happening now, despite being friends for over two years—but I was too damn horny to ask important questions about why it felt so goddamn right.
The show melted into the background as I focused on Hudson’s quick, panting breaths, the size of his pupils, the reddening of his cheeks that crept down his neck, and how he swiped his thumb across his cockhead before bringing his thumb to his lip.
This man is going to kill me, but what a way to go.
I pulled my dick out and began stroking myself hard, throwing the dregs of caution to the wind, mesmerized as Hudson’s eyes danced between my face and my hand. I tugged on my balls, and Hudson’s breath hitched before his eyes squeezed shut. Cum shot from his dick onto his hand and flexed forearm, and the sight hurtled me toward my own orgasm. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to use my free hand to catch my load because I didn’t want cum on the carpet to trigger Hudson’s cleaning mode and ruin one of the hottest moments of my life.
We stared at each other, palms full, breathing hard. I studied him, waiting with my heart in my throat for him to smile. Maybe lean in for a kiss. Hudson blinked once, twice, and after the third time, my heart sank as his eyes widened, fear clear as day.
He yanked his pants up with his clean hand, shot off the couch, and raced to his bedroom. I winced as the door rattled when he slammed it closed. All I could do was stare at the door, unable to move, as jizz cooled in my hand. Moments later, water rushed through the pipes from Hudson’s bathroom.
Ledgie stood at the closed door and glared at me like I was the reason she couldn’t retire to her second cat tree.
