He gave Luke a gentle pat on the shoulder as he walked away.
He was filled with dread as he went off to speak to the police officers, but at least he had something to look forward to at the end of the day.Then a shard of guilt lanced through him.
Poor Julian wouldn’t look forward to anything ever again.
Chapter Seven
An Evening at Home
Hudson turned his face into the full force of the shower faucet and surrendered, allowing the heat and pressure to ease some of the tension that had developed across the day.An hour-long neck and back massage with a sports therapist would be great right now but he had to make do with the water.He rolled his head and shrugged his shoulders, breathing deeply.
What a day.
By the time he’d finally left the rehearsal studios at seven, the stage door had been crowded with reporters and photographers.A riot of opportunistic chaos.Rav had already put out a statement on behalf of the team but that hadn’t been enough to placate the demand for news and gossip.Thankfully, Rav had also arranged a car for him, and he’d dived into the back seat and kept his gaze fixed straight ahead as they’d pulled away.Of all the garbled questions he’d heard in the few moments it took to get from the door to the car, not one of them had mentioned Julian.
“Is the production jinxed…?Will the play go ahead…?Are you going back to America…?Do you think you’ll be next…?”
Fucking piranhas.
Ordinarily he would never have considered taking a car for a journey that took ten minutes to walk, but as they approached his building and he’d seen another band of reporters waiting, he’d been grateful that Rav had had the foresight to arrange one.The driver got him as close to the door as possible.Hudson had managed to say something about how much Julian had meant to him and how devasted he was for his family before shoving his way inside.
Now, his temporary home was no longer a sanctuary.
Hudson scrubbed his body from top to bottom, paying close attention his cock, balls and ass.He had no real expectation that his evening with Luke would amount to anything more than company, but it would boost his confidence to know he was squeaky clean anyway.
As he stepped out of the shower, he heard the doorbell.
He checked the time.Shit.
He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist and hurried out of the bathroom.
Luke’s eyes widened in surprise when he opened the door.
“Am I early?”
“No.Sorry.It’s me.I think I’ve just spent a full twenty minutes in the shower.Come in.”
He was aware of the attention Luke paid to his body and suddenly felt very self-conscious standing there still wet.His nipples had hardened and stood erect through his chest hair.This was not how he’d intended for the evening to start.He tightened the towel around his waist, suddenly aware of another burgeoning erection.
“How was it downstairs?”he asked as Luke followed him into the room.“Are the reporters still there?”
He couldn’t help wondering if Luke was looking at his ass.
“There are five of them still hanging around.They were speaking to someone who might be one of your neighbours.”
“Well, I don’t really know anyone in the building so there’s nothing they can tell them.”
“Those guys looked pretty pissed off when I came inside.They must think I have some kind of exclusive.”Luke raised a takeaway carrier.“I didn’t know what you’d want so I got a selection of Italian food.It can all be reheated whenever you’re ready.”
“Thanks.Why don’t you fix us both a drink and I’ll get dressed?There’s beer and wine in the fridge over there.Vodka and whisky in the bottom cupboard.”
“Oh,” Luke said with a cheeky grin.“I’m disappointed.I thought you were dressed for the evening.”
Hudson smiled back, a frisson going all through his body and tingling in his cock.“At least let me get dried.”
“Ha, yes.It’s probably best that you do.What do you want to drink?”
“I’ll have a glass of wine.There’s chardonnay in the refrigerator door.”
