in my sandbox this morning I'm playing with the vanc polycule but also the sneaky sneaky talky talky manipulate way I think connor would bend the rules of the ethical ways of nonmonogamy because while he is in it and enjoying aspects of this he also has his eyes set on the prize and he likes to win. anyway what rules do you think he would bend so he can get a little more attention from hudson (my money is flirting with others while pretending to be oblivious of his obvious charms and getting hudson jealous)
really feeling the polycule in the air this morning... okay so yes I actually like the idea of Connor thinking the polycule is actually his dream arrangement but it's baby's first ENM rodeo and it takes a bit of getting used to. like first of all seems great! he doesn't need to be replying to texts 0.1s after receiving them because that's what she's good at. he can still go off to the desert at the weekend and do ayahuasca with Bailey and come up with weird screenplay ideas but it's also starting to feel like maybe he would enjoy it better with Hudson there? that maybe having his heart part-time is not really as ideal as it seemed, a year later? so perhaps he is weaponising it a little bit. he becomes a whip-fast texter. sometimes even drops one in out of the blue, a selfie, an I miss you, a wish you were here with a shirtless bed selfie (he's not above fuckboy tactics). screenshotting his Grindr conversations, waiting for hudson's inevitable message at 1am, so how was your date? so easy to yank on the leash he has around hudson's neck, especially when he's lonely away on set, asking him are you bored? are you horny? who would you have if you could, me or her? and it's kind of cheating because obviously Hudson would never give him any other answer than you, I want you, I need you. but of course it's not him that Hudson can see because if he's busy Connor is doubly so, but when Connor has a free moment he wraps that leash around his wrist and pulls. when you see her only she gets to cum. save yourself for me. doesn't even really matter if he's doing what he's told but he plays along, their text chain a mismatched random assortment of screenshotted tweets and selfies and I'm so hard you're so mean. please. one day he gets back from set at 4am and Hudson has sent him a video, dick so hard and jerking it so so slowly, ragged gasps and breathing all he can hear over the sound of the hotel room ac. please, is the message underneath. he sent it four hours ago and Connor wants to reply right now, see if he's still waiting, but he makes himself go to bed, sleep three hours until his alarm goes off, get through another day of shooting. it's only when he gets back that night he replies no. three dots appear straight away. you're killing me. and Connor wants to say, no, it's you, you're killing me, in my head all the time and the taste of you in my mouth every time I kiss someone else. maybe it's a game and Hudson is just playing or maybe it's really real, maybe he really hasn't let himself go just because Connor said so, and he's so frightened and turned on by the idea that anyone would be so devoted to him and still want to share. but he books a flight to vancouver anyway for his next off day. because he's not that mean.
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