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Pairing: River/Hudson
Source: Original characters based off some dolls that my friend has. Completely fabricated, as the dolls themselves had no backstory to work with.
Disclaimer: These characters were created by myself.
Note: This story was a giftfic for my friend Mchan.

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When Hudson met River

Many things swam throughout Hudson's mind in a day. He was an imaginative boy and generally his thoughts centered around his friends, interesting things that he read about or what flavour of ice cream he wanted during his spare class on any given day. He enjoyed playing sports with his friends, and was quite good although he didn't like to brag. He had a rep for being a "nice guy" and was always there to offer help to teachers, family, friends or anybody who needed an extra hand with anything. Ask anyone what they thought of Hudson and they would all tell you, "He's such a nice boy!" Ever since he'd been a child, Hudson had realized the importance of creating a good impression on people. The nicer you are, he discovered, the more people will like you. With this in mind he did his best to please everyone he met, and that is what led him to his problem. River. The new boy. The troublemaker. Whatever you wanted to call him, Hudson's newest classmate was the one person that he could not seem to win over. He'd tried introducing himself, and River had given him an odd look before putting his headphones on and blatantly ignoring him. Undeterred, Hudson had tried catching him in the hall to walk him to his next class, only to be blown off by this boy who seemed to exude an air of coolness about him like a cloak, keeping anybody at arms-length.

Hudson should have just given up. He knew he should have moved on and realized that not being liked by a social misfit like River shouldn't bother him. But it did, and he couldn't stop thinking about him. As Hudson observed River over the following weeks he became more intrigued by the rebellious attitude that the other boy exuded. He imagined that every morning, when River woke up, the first thing he did was crawl out of bed, scratch his balls and flip the bird to the world before going for a morning pee. Hudson wondered what River's room looked like. Perhaps it wasn't anything like he'd expect it to be and he would find sports memorabilia lining the shelves, or maybe all his old toys from his childhood. Maybe River was just projecting a negative image to the world to keep people away just like Hudson wanted to draw people in. Whatever the reason, Hudson couldn't stop thinking about the boy in black. The leather jacket that he wore and the guitar slung comfortably over his shoulder with that luscious black hair falling about his eyes...

Hudson shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts. He knew where his mind was going and didn't want to imagine those dark eyes piercing his again, the soft skin that he wanted to touch, and those lips... A blush crept up onto Hudson's delicate features as he imagined what those lips could do to him. He stopped himself, suddenly realizing that he was still in school and shouldn't be thinking such things here. Classes had ended for the day, but he wouldn't be heading home for an hour at least and the last thing he wanted was to go out to soccer practice with a hard-on.

He shook his head; the last thoughts of River fell from his mind as he opened the locker room door. There was nobody around and Hudson released a sigh of relief. He wasn't in the mood to put on a smile for the benefit of others at the moment and busied himself with pulling his soccer uniform out of his backpack. He began to pull his shirt over his head when the faint click of the door being locked broke into his thoughts. He swung around to see who was there and his heart caught in his throat as he saw those eyes. Black pools stared at him from behind dark locks as Hudson watched the object of his earlier thoughts moving towards him. He froze in place, not quite sure what the other boy's intentions where, but knowing that any move on his part could be a bad thing.

River slowly approached him, well aware of the other boy's discomfort and almost seeming to take a small amount of pleasure in it. "Uh, hi, River." Hudson started. He thought that perhaps now would be the time to get to know River better, given that the boy was now paying attention to him. River smirked in response. "I thought that you didn't want to talk to me," Hudson continued. "Every time I tried to talk to you earlier you didn't seem to want to... talk..." Hudson trailed off. River was now backing him up against his locker, invading his personal space and leaning dangerously close to his face. 'Just a little closer...' Hudson thought.

River paused for a moment, inches from the other boy's face; he pulled back a fraction to look over the clear features. Dark eyes stared into Hudson's own blue, gleaming with mischief and... excitement. They seemed to dart between his eyes and lips and Hudson thought his dreams had finally come true as those eyes drifted closed and he felt those lips descend upon his own.

Their kisses were exploratory at first, but quickly moved into deep, penetrating tonguing that had Hudson moaning into that moist opening. River pushed their bodies together against the locker, running his hands over Hudson's naked chest. Hudson felt those rough hands run along his flat belly, moving upwards to tweak at the hardening nipples and he moaned even louder. He could smell the leather of the other boy's jacket and feel a hardness rubbing into his pelvis and it was driving him further into the throes of passion and need. His own erection was still trapped in the confines of his jeans and he tried to grind it against River, any part of River that he could get into contact with.

River pressed back into him firmly for a moment before he pulled away to look into Hudson's eyes, his pupils eclipsed the dark brown colour and his cheeks were flushed with his heightened passion. Without a word River put an arm around Hudson and led him towards the showers. Just outside of the stalls Hudson watched River begin to remove his Jacket, their eyes locked together, not wanting to break the contact that they shared. The dark boy made a show of removing his clothing, clearly not ashamed of his body and Hudson could only watch as the layers of clothing were peeled away to reveal a well-defined body. Several tattoos ran up and down his arms and there was a flaming skull perched just below his navel. Hudson made a small moan of approval before beginning to fumble with his own jeans. River stepped forward and stilled the fumbling hands, shooing them away and beginning to slowly remove the offending clothing himself. Hudson was in heaven, his eyes fluttering with the sheer eroticism of the moment as he felt the cool air prickle his flesh and the look of approval in those dark eyes.

A gentle push into the showers, and before Hudson knew it he was shoved up against the cool tile walls. River pressed his own body against Hudson's and joined their mouths once more in a wet, probing kiss. The two began to slowly move together in unison, a slow, rhythmic dance of need and lust. Hudson broke the kiss, trying to convey his need with a look rather than words. A small chuckle broke past River's lips as he reached over and turned on the shower. Warm water poured down and warmed the air around them. Hudson closed his eyes, relaxing against the wall as the warm water splashed around him. River gripped his shoulders and turned him around, facing the wall and Hudson was brought back to the now. He drew in a shaky breath, spreading his legs apart, and leaned against the wall, bracing himself. He felt hands on his back, tender and comforting. He had not expected the rebellious, anti-social boy that he had been observing for weeks to have a touch as calming as that. He tried to turn around to face him, but River held him firmly, his hands traveling down the smooth back.

Hudson moaned against the tile as he felt those hands knead and massage his buttocks. His cock throbbed almost painfully, but he ignored it, focusing his full attention on the sensations that the other boy was stirring in him. He spread his legs further apart and pushed his pelvis away from the wall, putting his ass out on display for River to do with as he would. All apprehension left his mind as he felt those hands on his ass. They parted his cheeks as far as they would go before he felt a soft, wet tongue tenderly licking at his puckered entrance. He mewled despite himself and he could feel that tongue push harder against the tight ring of muscle in response.

Hudson had never felt anything quite so exquisite in all his life, and didn't quite know what to do with himself. His hands fisted against the wall, in his own hair, once or twice he tried to reach down to relieve himself, but a hand was always there to swat him away. He panted and moaned and called out River's name as the boy inserted a finger past his entrance and into the velvety warmth beyond. He pushed back against that finger, trying to drive it deeper within himself, seeking the superlative pleasure that that single digit was stirring in him. A hand planted itself on his lower back and pushed him back into the wall, holding him still and preventing him from thrusting back. A moan of frustration escaped Hudson, quickly changed into a long, drawn out moan as he felt another finger join its mate in him.

"Oh, River," he panted in between gasps. "If you don't hurry up, I'm going to go crazy!" Hudson attempted to push back against those fingers as if to prove his point. River chuckled again, tenderly nipping a butt cheek before starting to work a third finger in with the other two. Hudson willed himself to relax and felt the three fingers move in unison in him. The water splashed down around him and masked most of the sounds that reached his ears. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of fullness that those fingers brought. As he focusing on the feeling itself he was sure he could come by them alone without even a touch to his cock if River didn't hurry up.

The other boy seemed to decide that Hudson was prepared enough and withdrew his fingers from the tight opening. Hudson held his breath in anticipation, knowing what was coming next and braced himself against the wall. He heard a snap and glanced over his shoulder to see River pouring oil out of a bottle into his hand and massaging it onto his cock. A look of ecstasy was painted across his features as he stroked his throbbing length before stopping and tossing the bottle aside. Hudson felt the heavy body press up against him, a chest resting lightly against his back and a very hot, very slick cock pressing up against his ass. He felt River's breath against his ear, laboured breathing and a grunt of effort as that thick cock slid inside him oh-so slowly.

Hudson did his best to relax and allowed the thick cock to take him completely as he heard the breath against his ear become even more ragged. Once or twice he felt River pause and compose himself before plunging his length deeper into his tight cavern. After what seemed like the longest minutes of his life, Hudson felt River press firmly against him, his entire shaft buried in his ass. The panting against his ear was starting to even out and a breathy "Fuck" was whispered into his ear before he felt River begin to pull out again.

Their pace was slow at first. River was pushing in and out of Hudson with tiny thrusts, gripping the other boy's hips tightly to rein control over his passion. Hudson was lost, coherent thought had left him the moment the hardened flesh had entered him and only mindless groans and moans left his throat as he felt something in him being stroked with each thrust. The strokes grew longer, more desperate as River began to moan audibly against Hudson's ear. Deep, guttural moans filled Hudson's senses as River's actions became more frantic, gripping his hips with bruising strength as he ground his cock into that sweet depth. Hudson turned his head, trying to catch a glimpse of River before he himself fell over the edge into the abyss. River captured his lips in a fevered kiss, lips mindlessly pressing against each other as River reached around and began to stroke Hudson in match to his thrusts. Hudson was undone. He gasped into River's mouth as he felt his cock pulse in the tight confines of River's hand. Shudders of completion rushed through him in waves as he sobbed River's name against the cool tile walls. He was vaguely aware of warmth spreading within him as the body pressing against his shuddered, gripped his hips for purchase in the now slippery shower.

When the last waves of pleasure subsided, Hudson opened his eyes and focused his attention on River. The boy was still buried inside him, although he was spent and softening. "River?" He asked, wondering what he should do now. Upon hearing his name, the other boy seemed to become aware of their situation as well and gently withdrew himself from the boy.

The blonde turned around and leaned against the wall, staring into those inky depths that no longer seemed so cool and hurtful. He wanted to say so much to this boy. Maybe ask him to be his friend, or... but anything he could say would sound absurd after what they'd shared. River glanced at him before turning to walk back into the locker room to retrieve his clothes. "River!" Hudson called after him. He wouldn't let him leave without saying something. He wanted to see him again. He wanted to kiss those lips again and feel that cock inside him, stroking him, but all he could think of to say died on his lips as he looked into those eyes again. He knew, and Hudson realized that he didn't have to try to explain anything because River understood. "Thanks," he murmured, his wet bangs falling into his eyes as he watched River pick up his jacket. The dark boy turned to shoot him a look of "ditto" before walking out of the locker room and leaving Hudson to ponder what had happened.

Many thoughts flew through Hudson's mind in a day. He was an imaginative boy to be sure and he had plenty of things to think about. But of all the things that he thought of in a day, River was prevalent in all of them and he looked forward to the time when he would feel that boy pressed against him again and perhaps get to know him better.