Don't Smoke Crayolas

thinking abt hudcon in their early rehearsal days before shooting started, going over the scripts together privately in one of their little neighboring apartments. they get to the the first hook up, they're laughing a little bit because connor's doing the accent and hudson's still getting used to it, but suddenly things get a little quiet, a little serious, when they start reading over the action lines. when they get to intimacy coordination notes. the "ilya maneouvers shane against the wall", the "ilya touches shane's face and kisses him", the "shane begins to suck on ilya's thumb".

and hudson wonders if maybe they should be acting this out, or at least going through some of the motions. he knows there'll be an actual intimacy rehearsal day, but-

"d'you wanna practice this?" connor asks.

next thing they know they're standing by the wall near the front door of the apartment, and they're kissing. it's not as intense as the scene calls for, but it's enough to get a feel for what they'll be doing in a few days time. they hold tight to their scripts and turn the words on the page into action, connor cupping hudson's face, holding him firm against the wall, kissing him with a slight hesitancy, caution, not wanting to go too far. and hudson is kissing him back, hand in his hair (though the script doesn't call for that) and connor can feel himself getting a fucking boner because hudson's crotch is way too close, too warm.

and then hudson is sucking connor's thumb into his mouth, and any trace of laughter or humor that existed a mere five minutes ago is gone now, replaced with pleading brown eyes and hot skin. and connor loses himself completely in it, script forgotten in his left hand, watching with hazy eyes as hudson sucks wetly on the digit. they've both lost it now, lost whatever it was they were doing, what they were rehearsing, what's supposed to come next.

"fuck," connor murmurs, and it's not in ilya's accent.

hudson moans around connor's thumb, eyes closing, brow furrowing. he's gone, script at his feet, and he knows he's probably embarrassing himself now, that he'll regret doing whatever he's doing, but he can't fucking help it.