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Hudson lifted his brow skeptically while looking at his two co-stars. Connor and François were sitting at the far back of a bench during the break and giggling at each other. They weren't doing anything suspicious per se, no. It was the way they both looked at each other with something- something Hudson can't name now. But he'll figure it out soon.
“Babe, what are you guys doing?” He called Connor out and started approaching them. He can see François’s brows deeply frowning and slowly standing straight.
“I was just showing François this funny video.” Connor smiled back at Hudson, showing his phone to his face now. The video was not even funny if Hudson had to speak. Definitely not that funny, the way those two were laughing their asses off. He didn't say anything and nodded, smiling back at Connor. Weird.
He sat down beside Connor and started having a small chat. They had some time before the shooting started again. He took off his phone and started scrolling, showing Connor the ones he found funny.
François got up with an obvious huff. He looked at Connor and Hudson and smiled. He didn't look as energetic as he was 5 minutes ago. He looked somewhat sad. “Okay, I'll let you guys hang out. I need to read some lines for the next scene.”
“Oh, okay, François, see you later.” Connor looked at the older man with a little pout. Hudson saw that pout a lot, it was not new, but it was the way he looked at François with sad puppy eyes and a pout, for what? leaving his side for 5 minutes? What was happening here, and why was Hudson not involved in this?
Hudson was on the balcony of the rink with Connor. They were watching François and Robbie acting out their big coming-out scene. It was so beautiful that he had tears forming in his eyes. He put his hand on Connor's back, just noticing he was looking focused. He looked like he was holding back his tears.
“Are you okay?” He asked quietly when he saw that the camera that was recording them was off, and the crew left. “It was sad, right?”
“Yeah,” Connor mumbled. His lips were in a pout again. Eyes looking like a kicked puppy with furrowed brows.
“Are you actually okay? Is this because of the coming out thing?” Hudson knew Connor was gay. Of course, he told him. They were best friends, and Connor trusted him more than anyone around them. They even made a patch on never talk about this in public.
“Yeah, no, I don't know,” Connor whispered back. He wasn't crying, but he looked devastated. “I don't want to hide my truth forever. I don't want to live in a closet and hide my spirit just to be able to keep doing what I love. I wish it weren't like this. I wish I could be who I am openly and still do what I love. I wish I didn't have to shadow my colors to please others.”
“Oh, Connor.” Hudson hugged the blond boy immediately. Connor was crying now. He hates seeing his friend like that. Connor was the most gentle soul he met. He hates everyone in the industry now. In an ideal world, his friend didn't have to hide it. He should be open and proud.
He saw François walking towards them. Eyes worriedly checking the crying blond. He turned back to Hudson, quietly asking what was happening with his eyes. Hudson looked at him with pleading eyes.
“I think you would be the perfect person for this subject, actually. If Connor wants to talk, of course. I'll leave you guys to it.” Hudson announced, leaving the two behind in the dark, quiet seats. He saw François holding Connor's chin and making him look up. And saw Connor whispering things he can't hear. The last thing he saw before he left was François hugging the blond man.
The premiere started well. It was fun, he noticed François looking at Connor more than him, and maybe clapping harder for Connor, and was he? Oh yes, he was giving Connor a once-over, eyes staying on the ass a tad bit too long for just friends. Hudson is not blaming the man; Connor has a good ass. Things can happen; he was only human.
Hudson watched Connor swap places to sit beside François with lifted brows, but he didn't say anything. He was just observing the events happening in front of his eyes.
There was nothing big, nothing anyone could notice, not if they're not actually looking, like what Hudson was doing right now. He watched François take Connor's microphone with a smile and looked at him like a dummy while Hudson's hand was raised in the air first, still holding the mic. He didn't know what was happening between those two, but god, not knowing makes him so pissed. He dropped his hand and rolled his eyes. It was not like anyone was going to see it.
He looked at Connor with a laugh when Jacob talked about their chemistry, only to find Connor already looking and smiling at the older Canadian. He watched Connor smiling and then dropping his head, even twirling his hair, like an anime girl with a crush. What even? Hudson needs to know what's happening. Hudson is dying to know why Connor is all blushy and giggly around François. Were they flirting? Did Hudson miss a couple of chapters?
He woke up when he heard Connor walking around the house trying to find his earphones. He was staying with Connor for the promos this week, and sadly, Connor and his sister didn't have a guest room in their small apartment. So he was crushing on Connor's couch. He watched his blond friend walk around the room in hurried steps, trying to figure out what was happening this early in the morning. “Dude! What the fuck, it's too early for this. ugh.”
“I’m trying to find my earphones. Did you see them?” Blond looked at Hudson with hurried eyes.
That was when Hudson finally checked him out. Connor was way too dressed up for this early in the morning. He made his hair? Which is absurd cause Hudson never saw him do anything to his hair other than covering it with a towel. He was wearing joggers and a nice hoodie. He looked so different when Hudson last saw him last night in his holey tee and old pajamas with worn-out knees. “Are you going to an audition or something? Why didn't you tell me?”
“No, I’m going out on a walk with François.” He bent down and grabbed the headphones he was looking for. He put them around his neck, put his sunglasses over his head, and looked at Hudson. “Okay, how do I look? Should I wear the sunglasses or just keep them in my head?”
“You look good?” Hudson looked at him, confused. Why was he doing all that for a walk with François? Who fucking go for a walk this early in the morning? And why did Connor look at him like this is some big premiere? “I don't know, man. Why do you have to look good for a walk in a park? Also, why are you going this early?”
“François likes to walk Simon early, and I like looking good? What kinda question is this?” Connor fixed his jacket in front of the mirror one last time and waited. Hudson didn't know what he was waiting for.
“I'm not even gonna ask who Simon is. You're acting like a Y/N movie girl going on a date. Do you want some lip gloss too?” He laughed; they always do this, they joke around and mock each other.
“Omg, wait, do you have some? Yes, please!” Connor looked at him expectantly with puppy eyes.
Hudson groaned and got up from the couch. Here goes his morning sleep. He opened his skin care bag and stirred up a little. When he found the lip balm, he held it out for the blond. He was joking. He was making a joke. But Connor was clearly playing out his Y/N fantasy to notice how funny this all is.
Connor applied the lip balm all clumsy, and gave it back to him. Hudson looked at it and sighed loudly. He didn't even wanna use that again. “You keep it, looks like your crusty ass lips need some.”
“Hey! Your lips are crusty!” Connor yelled and threw something in Hudson's way.
Hudson caught it with his hands and stuck his tongue out. “You’re such a loser, man.”
“Shut up! Oh! He's here!” Connor jumped at the notification he got and immediately opened the door. Not caring about Hudson's answer, he was already gone.
He was on his own bed scrolling on Twitter lazily when he came across a screenshot of one of François's comment. He looked at the comment, trying to understand the context. It was clearly about him and Connor. But where is it coming from? Then he saw someone mentioning Deuxmoi. God damn it. Not this mother fuckers again.
He scrolled on the Instagram page, trying to see what that was all about. He then saw a candid video of three people's backs. François and Connor. Walking together in a crowded street, probably Hollywood Boulevard. He would recognize this walk from everywhere; it was Connor walking all sassy, with the tall man beside him. He was smiling and playfully hitting François’s shoulder. Then his eyes caught François’s arm, finding his place in Connor's back and slowly rubbing it. Oh.
This was not a friendly walk. No one can say otherwise; Hudson is not dumb. What he was confused about now was why the fuck did François comment on that video? Knowing it would make more people see it, more people realize there was something fishy going on between them? He raised his eyebrows. He was missing something. There must be more he didn't know.
He opened Twitter and typed “Connor and François”. Oh. Oh wow. He DID miss everything. Is this fucking Tyler Oakley talking about Connor and François? What? How many morning walks did they have? How many coffees Deuxmoi didn't even catch? How many events did Connor and François join together that he didn't know about? Why was François taking Connor to his movie screening? And was that fucking TAYLER? Did Connor's sister know this, too? Why didn't Connor tell him?
They were in LA. Hudson stayed in a hotel this time. HBO clearly loved opening its wallet for its big incoming actors. He was not complaining; this big queen-sized bed was so much better than Connor's couch. He and Connor had a day off today, so he decided to drive to Connor's. He missed Tayler too.
Tayler opened the door with a smile. She was always so sweet. Hudson has half a crush on her in a very platonic way. She was just so cool, okay? She was a tattoo artist just like his girlfriend. “Oh, hi, Hudson!”
“Where's Connor? I bought some take-out and brought the gibberish game he likes!” Hudson lifted his hands that were full.
“Uh- he- he's not home right now. They're out with François.” Tayler smiled apologetically, rubbing her neck. “You wanna eat it together?”
“Oh, I didn't know that! That's okay, I'll come back later. It’s my fault for not calling anyway.” He handed out the takeout to her. “Here, you take this. I'll drop by later. I have the keys.”
“Okay, bye, Hudson! You can come tonight, I'm not home, so you guys can hang out together if you want.” She smiled while taking the food. She was such a sweetheart.
“Okayyy thank you byeee.”
Hudson came back a few hours later. He was facetiming with his girlfriend and completely missed the time when he was with her. When he remembered Tayler’s words, he decided to drop by again. This time, grabbing the keys that Connor had given him last week. He was gonna secretly sneak in and scare the shit out of Connor.
He giggled, opening the door slowly. He tiptoed quietly into the house. It was empty. Did Connor not show up at all? He walked towards Connor's bedroom. He could hear the bed creaking; he must be there.
He wouldn't in a million years think he'd seen what he saw when he was in front of the bedroom. Connor was in his bed, alright, but he was naked, under François, who was also naked.
The older man grabbed the blonde’s cheek with his big hands and pulled him into a kiss. There was a lot of tongue, a lot of passion. “God, you're so beautiful, baby, you're gorgeous, I love you, I love you.” He whispered as he pushed in; he was whispering sweet praises every time.
The blonde was under him, moaning loudly, and his eyes were closed, too lost in the moment.
“OH MY GOD! I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU GUYS WERE DATING!” Hudson screamed loudly. When François jumped with shock, Hudson also jumped in his place.
“Oh my eyes! My eyes! Oh my god!” Hudson covered his eyes in shock from seeing everything he could possibly see. He ran back to the living room right away.
He was safe here; he was too afraid to ruin the moment, and he didn't need to see all of that again. He announced loudly before leaving the place.
“Okay, I'm leaving now. You guys have fun! Also, maybe we'll do double dates when K is here? What do you guys say? Okay, don't say anything! I'll talk to you guys tomorrow!” He rushedly opened the door and left.
He poked his head inside one last time and informed them.
“Oh. And I'm leaving the keys here! I don't need to see any more of this in the future!”
“Oh God,” François mumbled embarrassedly. “I wanna die.”
“Hudson, just fucking leave, oh my god!” Connor screamed. He let out a sigh when he heard the door closing.