They land at Teterboro still wearing sunglasses indoors and the faint scent of coconut oil and sex.
A black Suburban whisks them straight to 30 Rock. Zero sleep and zero regrets. One shared Red Bull and Connor's hand permanently glued to Hudson's thigh.
6:00 p.m. at The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon.
Jimmy greets them backstage doing that nervous giggle he does when he knows something is about to go off the rails.
First segment: "Hockey Trick Shots with Hudson & Connor."
They set up a mini-rink on the stage. Nets. Mini-sticks. Pucks made of foam because insurance.
Jimmy: "Okay, first challenge: hit the tiny net from the couch!"
Hudson lines up, tongue out in concentration.
Connor stands behind him, chest to back, "helping" by gripping his hips and whispering, "Wrists, baby. Snap it like you snap when I—"
The puck rockets straight into the net.
Also takes out a stage light.
Sparks rain down like the Fourth of July.
Jimmy screams, "That's How We Do It In New York!"
Second challenge: blindfolded one-timer.
They blindfold Hudson.
Connor spins him three times, then yells, "Trust me!"
Hudson swings wildly.
Connects with Connor's stick instead.
The sticks clatter. Connor catches Hudson before he falls, yanks the blindfold off, and kisses him stupid right there on national television. Jimmy just throws his cards in the air. "We're keeping that, we're keeping all of that!"
9:00 p.m. – The Late Show with Stephen Colbert
Mean Tweets segment.
Stephen: "You boys have seen some… colorful commentary lately."
First tweet (read by Stephen in full dramatic voice):
"Connor Storrie could punch me in the face and I'd thank him while calling him daddy."
Connor nods slowly. "I'd do that any day. Valid."
Second tweet:
"Hudson Williams looks like if a golden retriever was bred to be fucked senseless."
Hudson wheezes, hides his face in Connor's neck.
Third tweet (the one that ends civilization):
"Imagine being the penalty box in Chicago and getting more action than I ever will."
Connor looks straight into camera and says, "Imagination not required."
The audience detonates. Stephen has to sit down on the floor.
11:30 p.m. – Late Night with Seth Meyers.
They're both a little drunk now (someone gave them tequila backstage "for the nerves").
Segment: "Couples Quiz – How Well Do Hudson & Connor Really Know Each Other?"
Rules: buzz in with the slapshot buzzer, wrong answer = shot of tequila.
First question: "What's Connor's biggest on-ice pet peeve?"
Hudson slaps the buzzer so hard it falls off the desk. "When I chirp him about his backhand."
Connor: "Correct. And yours is when I breathe."
Second question: "Finish the sentence Hudson says most in bed."
Connor doesn't even wait. Slams the buzzer. "Harder, daddy, please—"
The crowd exploded in laughter.
Hudson tackles him out of the chair. They hit the floor laughing, limbs everywhere, Seth just sips his mug and waits.
Third question: "What's the last lie Connor told his mom?"
Connor, flat on his back with Hudson straddling him: "That I'm not in love with Hudson."
Studio audience: 'collective pterodactyl scream'
Seth: "Drink anyway, that was too wholesome."
Final question (audience-submitted): "What's one thing you haven't done yet that you want to do together?"
Hudson looks at Connor.
Connor looks at Hudson.
They answer at the same time:
"Win the Cup."
"Get married."
Dead silence for one heartbeat.
Then the audience explodes so loud the fire alarm goes off.
After the taping – 2 a.m. rooftop in SoHo
Half the league is there (Marchand, Matthews, both Hugheses, half the Rangers because they heard there was chaos).
Someone brought a karaoke machine.
Someone else brought body shots.
Hudson ends up shirtless on a bar doing tequila off Connor's abs while Quinn Hughes films it in 4K.
Marchand starts a "Hudson says" game that ends with Connor carrying Hudson over his shoulder fireman-style out of the bar at 4 a.m. while the entire rooftop chants "STOR-RIE-WIL-LIAMS! STOR-RIE-WIL-LIAMS!"
By the next morning,
Page Six headline:
"NHL BOYFRIENDS SHUT DOWN MANHATTAN – MARRIED??? SOURCES SAY 'PROBABLY'"
The NHL's head of PR sends a single voice memo that is just thirty seconds of screaming followed by "Toronto next. Good luck."
Toronto is tomorrow.
Connor's parents still think the kiss-cam was "a prank."
They're about to learn otherwise. At family dinner. In front of his very Catholic grandmother.