Page 48 of Seductive Architect
“Hudson?” My eyes narrowed. “Something’s not right.”
I checked the clock on my nightstand. Midnight. The one on my dresser said the same thing, although it was always six minutes ahead. I turned and checked thewindow and found the toothpick I had wedged in place was missing. Everything looked as I remembered, but… not.
“Where am I?” My jailers had done a good job, but the devil was in the details. “Show yourself.”
I waited for the door to blow open as Hudson burst in, but seconds turned to minutes. No movement. The air tasted… off. Licking my lips, I couldn’t put my finger on it… bitter? My eyes narrowed, and I summoned that part of me that housed my technopathy. White noise… no… the fast-moving hum of code. Narrowing my eyes, I reached out, trying to communicate.
“It’s not real,” I mumbled. I could almost see the code making up the room.
“You are gifted.” I couldn’t be sure if I heard the voice with my ears or if it spoke directly to my abilities. “I couldn’t think of another way to speak with you.”
Glancing at the bed, I found a mirror of myself curled up. Behind him… me… Hudson snored loud enough to wake the dead. He fidgeted in his sleep, burying his face against the back of my neck.Thatfelt real. The surrounding room reminded me of when I plugged into virtual reality.
“You’re him,” I said. “Hudson.”
“Someday.” I lowered the gauntlet as somebody stepped out of the wall. He had the same dimensions as Hudson, but I could see the swirling yellow code. It movedso fast it could be mistaken for his skin. “You’re not like other people.”
“I could say the same about you.”
“Too true.” There was no face, but I imagined he grinned. “He’s beginning to understand. The safeguards they put in place are deteriorating.”
“Who?”
He stepped forward, his legs passing through the mirage of the bed. “I need your help.” I had been impressed with Connie and her ability to evolve, but her code didn’t come anywhere near this level of sophistication. Hudson’s artificial intelligence was more and less than artificial.
“What can I do?” He stood just out of reach. His face turned, studying the phantoms lying entwined in bed. Whateverthiswas, part of me wished I were awake in bed, feeling Hudson pressed against my back.
“Help us remember.”
His hand almost glowed as he held it up to my cheek. The tips of his fingers grazed my skin, and my powers went into overdrive. I couldn’t hear it as much as feel it, like tiny bolts of electricity snapping against my skin. I leaned my cheek into his palm, brushing against the hair of my beard. The more skin he touched, the more I could feel the whispers travel along my skin. Hudson had my senses going berserk, and yet… I wanted more.
The glow faded as he stepped around behind me. His hand slid down to my chest, tapping to the rhythm of myheart. At some point, his hand vanished… no… merged. I had always said I preferred machines, but as my muscles relaxed, it took on a new meaning. His body pressed against my back, arm wrapped around me?—
My eyes snapped open to the dark. For a second, I wasn’t sure which reality I’d landed in. The glow and hum faded into genuine warmth, the weight of Hudson behind me. The hand resting on my chest shifted. Hudson had pressed against my back while he gave my neck soft kisses. Not a dream, just another version of the here and now. It’d explain the erection trying to tear its way out of my briefs.
“Are you awake?” I whispered.
Foolish question. He didn’t stop kissing my neck. Though after he shifted his hips, grinding his cock against my ass, I almost didn’t notice. The hum of code had returned to a dull roar, and I was left wondering if I had a conversation with Hudson’s subconscious. Awake or asleep, I wanted him touching me.
Sliding a hand down my side, I let it slip behind my back, fumbling with the tie on his PJs. The kissing slowed, but he didn’t speak. He moved enough to give me room to operate. Once I untied the knot, I reached inside, liberating his cock from the flannel. He let out a sigh as I squeezed the shaft.
I wanted to ask him if he wanted another entry for his book of firsts. I spoke with my actions. Letting go of his cock, I grabbed the bottle on my nightstand, the siliconeslick between my fingers. When I grabbed his cock, hand sliding up and down his shaft, his hand tightened on my chest. His kisses turned erratic as a moan escaped his belly.
I let go, applying more lube. This time, I slid my hand down the back of my briefs, leaving my cheeks wet. I did my best to pull down my briefs before wiggling back. Awkward angles didn’t stop his cock from sliding down the crack of my ass. Instinct took over, and his hips rutted against my backside. It had been a while since I bottomed, and I worried my lust overrode my common sense.
“Slow,” I whispered.
He muttered an incoherent reply.
Before, I assumed Hudson led life as a straight man, and I had been his first male encounter. Now, I knew he had never been with another person. I almost considered stopping and suggesting it needed to be special, something worthy of his book. As he held me in place, gently rocking his hips, I didn’t want it to stop. If he wanted thehumanexperience, a quickie in the middle of night was about as human as it got.
I gripped his hip, holding him still for a moment. As soon as I did, he returned to kissing my neck, his hand drifting up and down my body, brushing against the hair on my stomach. I grabbed his cock, shifting slightly… shifting more… a little more…
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
The moment his cock made contact with my hole, Iwanted him shoved inside me. I resisted… barely. I kept a hand on his hip to prevent his eagerness from making me regret my decision. To my surprise, Hudson slowed, careful as he applied pressure. If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn he had done this before.
“Okay?” he whispered.
