almost heaven
hudcon | 35374 words | explicit | wip (5/8 chapters)
βOh, your face looks real bad, huh?β Connor says, startling him back to reality, peeling a string of greasy tortilla and depositing it on the foil. Hudson rearranges his face into a long-suffering eye roll. βYour pillow talk could use some work, Connor.β βLet me look.β Hudson halts obediently in front of Connor, who wipes his hand with a napkin, using the clean one to gently nudge his face left and right, knuckle on his jaw. βIt doesnβt hurt?β βWell, yeah, but I think we stumbled on the cure.β Connor grins, giving him the gentlest barely-there slap on the cheek. βAsshole.β βThat is a key part of it, actually.β

















