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Soft sunlight spills its way through sheer curtains, casting a warm blanket of light over a sleeping Callum. Feeling the warmth on his skin, all he gives is a subtle shift.
His blinks his eyes open, momentarily gazing out the glass in a daze, before he promptly closes his eyes again. Platinum hair spills over silk pillows like a crown— fitting of a prince. What isn’t befitting of such a prince is sleeping in like Callum is now.
Knock-knock
Two firm knocks, a sound Callum has since grown very familiar with. He mumbles a quiet —
“..Come in.”
The door opens with a slight click. A familiar figure steps into his room.. None other than Hudson, of course. Wordlessly, the man strides over to his bedside, setting down a still steaming cup of what he assumes to be tea with a soft clink.
Callum forces his eyes open, for sake of seeing the striking man in front of him. Hudson’s gloved hands gently pulled his curtains open, the warmth now freely flowing in. This man.. who’s been nothing but loyal and devoted to Callum’s father.. maybe even Callum himself. Dressed in a finely tailored brown suit.. can you blame Callum for his lack of control?
“My prince, they’re expecting you downstairs soon.”
Hudson speaks to him softly. His voice grazes Callum’s ears like a fine record. That soothing, just slightly raspy voice.. It scratches Callum’s brain in a way he could never quite describe.
“Mmph.. can’t you get me another… let’s say 10 minutes? Please Hud?”
Hudson breathes out a soft chuckle as he reaches for a brush on Callum’s bedside. Threading his fingers through soft hair.
“You know I can’t do that, My prince.”
He tilts his head down slightly, voice lowering to a low hush—
“Perhaps I could do 5 for you, how does that sound, Your highness?”
Hudson carefully combs through Callum’s hair, hearing the soft, approving hum of his voice. Callum sighs lightly—
“Mm.. I’ll take what I can get.. what would I do without you?”
He stares straight into Hudson’s eyes now, taking in every sharp contour of his face, the crystalline blues of his eyes, and the subtle curve of his lips. A tiny, soft smile.
At the same time, Hudson was admiring Callum all the same. Albeit, he wasn’t as shameless as Callum, refusing to ever stare straight at him. Hudson felt that there truly wasn’t any words to accurately describe the man in front of him right now. To say he was beautiful would be an understatement.
Callum had all the elegance of a prince, that held up even in his sleep. His features were perfectly suited to him in every way. Sharp in his jaw, and soft in his eyes. His eyes a brilliant shade of green, so striking you would have a hard time believing such a shade could exist in the iris. Even if Callum’s eyes were currently closed, Hudson saw that particular shade of green whenever he closed his eyes.
Pulling himself out of this stupor, Hudson glanced at the clock hung up on the wall. Sighing, he gently woke Callum up.
“My prince, Im afraid both of us should be heading down now.”
Callum lets out a muffled whine, rolling his body away from Hudson, and hiding in the sheets. To which Hudson shook his head, a chuckle spilling from his lips. This man.. still manages to act so childish in his presence.
“Your Highness, I really can’t cover for you. Your father only likes me so much.”
Hudson’s gloved fingers push Callum’s bangs out of his face, to which Callum peeks out from underneath the blanket again.
“Just tell him I was being difficult, what difference does it make if I’m not there to listen to another one of his conferences?”
Callum murmurs, to which Hudson chuckles, folding his hands over each other. Callum finally relents, pulling himself out of the sheets, pouting as he does so. He steps into the bathroom, the door closes… but there’s no click of the handle. Callum didn’t actually bother fully closing it.
Hudson, unsure of how to feel having that realisation, simply stands there in slight awe. He tugs the covers of Callum’s bed neatly where they should be. Even through the fabric encasing his hands, he can feel Callum’s lingering warmth.
He glances around Callum’s room, he’s been in here countless times, but it’ll never stop peaking Hudson’s interest. Every trinket, piece of furniture, colour, and accent. It’s all so distinctively Callum.
The sound of water flowing is faintly heard from the bathroom. Hudson’s focus is entirely on what he hears now, considering he can no longer see for himself what the prince is up to.
Callum steps out of the bathroom, looking every part the royalty he is. Hudson sees him everyday, but no matter how long he does, Callum will never fail to floor him with his appearance. Soft white and black, he wears it so often Hudson considers it his signature. The suit hugs his body perfectly, every inch of precious silk tailored exactly to him. Gold trimmings encase each edge of him, as if he didn’t already look like a precious artefact.
Callum’s eyes are also fixated on him. Theres a look in his eyes Hudson can’t quite identify. But it sends a shiver right through him.
“Hudson?”
Callum peers at him, not used to seeing Hudson at such a loss for words. He closes the distance between them, stepping over to Hudson, gazing up at him.
Callum notices the look in his eyes, how could he not? Admiring the deep cerulean in his eyes, Callum knows what he’s thinking. Because he’s been waiting to see that look for as long as he’s known this man.
Callum closes the gap between them entirely. His hands land on Hudson’s chest, lips pressed to his. Callum feels every rapid thump of Hudson’s heart right now. He smells faintly of cinnamon, Callum notices.
Hudson is taken aback, completely. He tenses up entirely, it’s only when Callum pulls away, and presses back again, does Hudson let the tension fall away. His hand’s rest on Callum’s hips. Hudson feels that lingering warmth from earlier again, only this time it’s more of a searing heat.
Callum moves his hands to cup Hudson’s face. He pulls back, beaming at Hudson now.
Every inch of Hudson screams at him, because he knows fully well as a servant, he certainly shouldn’t be kissing his prince. But… if he initiated it, what kind of servant would he be if he were to refuse his prince?
Callum’s hands are soft. They feel warm on his face. Hudson’s thoughts have been completely scattered, reduced to nothing but the breathtaking man in his arms now.
“You seem too calm about this, Your Highness.”
Hudson admitted, his heart still pounding in his chest.
“Am I? I’ve been thinking about this for some time.”
Callum teased, seeing how flustered he’d made Hudson. He enjoyed the sight quite a bit.
They just stared at one another for a brief moment. Hudson gave in and pressed a delicate kiss to Callum. Finally, he cleared his throat.
“I’m afraid it’s been much longer than 5 minutes, My prince. Should we head down?”
Callum chuckled, amused at how shy Hudson seemed.
“Mhm. Sure then, after you, handsome.”