[ Now wouldn't that be fun! Gavin grins and settles in properly to the car, clicking himself into the seat belt. He crosses his arms and leans back in the seat. ]
I'm not trying to do anything. [ Only like... half of a lie. ] I thought you'd be proud I'm not scared of my own shadow anymore.
[ He chuckles. ] You're the one trying to give off enough Alpha Vibes that it'll cover the whole damn city.
[ Hank takes a steadying breath, taking them out on the road. Focusing on driving is at least helping a little. Despite all the shit, Hank really does want to be there for Gavin so that takes first priority in his mind. He's supposed to be an alpha for his pack above all else. ]
[ He struggles to keep the words even but it's great, isn't it? It is. So why is it so hard for Hank to keep a lid on his own shit?? Oh, yeah, the alpha bullshit. It felt so nice yesterday, why is it so much harder today? ]
Look -- I've never...
[ He casts a look at Gavin. It's not really Gavin's fault Hank is so horny for him, is it? Of course it's not, Gavin wouldn't have purposely dressed himself up today just to get Hank's attention. That's delusional. Hank is the one who put him in this mess. He doesn't need to put his own shit on Gavin. ]
I'll try and tone it down, okay? You're making this really fucking hard for me, but that ain't your damn fault. I just gotta get my shit together.
[ Sorry your alpha has shitty fucking self-esteem, Gavin. ]
[ ...oh. Gavin deflates a little, shoulders lowering into a more casual posture. He'd been having fun just because he was assuming this was just a fun romp, a power play in public to see how things went. He doesn't... want Hank to genuinely feel bad.
It makes his chest ache a little, ribs seeming to squeeze his lungs. And he doesn't want to make things hard for him.
Gavin looks at his nails, picking some dirt out from under them. ]
Don't beat yourself up over it too much. You're doing fine. I was just... I dunno. Maybe I was a little drunk on it all. Didn't mean to stress you out.
[ He puts his hands down on his lap, tapping at his jeans. ] It's no fun if it's really buggin' you.
[ Hank rolls his eyes. So you're just being an asshole then, great. Though he has to admit the cocky attitude was infuriating, it was a little hot, too. Actually, really hot. Which was the whole problem, wasn't it? At least Gavin isn't really giving him shit for being a bad alpha. Though he probably is. ]
We can't do this shit at work, okay? Fowler knows -- he's gonna pick up on it, it's just a matter of damn time. Plus we're surrounded by fucking detectives. Somebody's gonna connect the dots and then...
[ Then someone knows a hunter, and someone calls that hunter, and then they're well and truly fucked, because there's no outcome that doesn't end with someone dead. Hank runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. He doesn't want to get into that particular line of thinking. ]
We have to keep our heads down, got it? I know it makes me a huge fucking buzzkill, but you can't go waving your dick around in public. This thing we have -- yeah, it saved your life, but it's a curse.
[ Or maybe Hank has spent too many years repressing himself and he's just being overly cautious but either way. He's... just worried, deep down. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know. [ He looks to Hank, a brow raised. ] You know I'm not exactly known for being quiet and demure, right? I don't think anybody's gonna notice anything too different.
[ You and Gavin getting into fights has been pretty common over the years, Hank. But the rest of what he says makes him sigh again, nodding. He gets it, Hank's just protective. He has to be, with everything he's lost, right? Gavin's only had to look after himself for so long... ]
I know, I won't do anything stupid to get us in trouble. [ He keeps tapping his fingers against his knees. ] Just don't go growling and waving your dick around too much either. It was hardly just me, buddy.
[ He looks back at him. ] And isn't the whole point that eventually I can protect myself anyway?
You really think coming to work with a "nose job" and a new haircut isn't suspicious? The guys probably all think you got yourself some new, hot boyfriend you're trying to impress.
[ Which is hilarious from Hank's perspective since he doesn't see himself as anything less than sloppy seconds. But yeah, Hank needs to tone it down. He gets that. He sighs, turning them into the parking lot. ]
I'm still figuring out this alpha shit, but you're right -- I don't need to get into a fucking dick-waving contest with every loser who tries to get in your pants. It's just... [ He's gonna say something he regrets, but it's just them. Gavin's heard stranger. As growl builds in his chest as he speaks, instinct lacing his words with desire. ] I get this urge like I don't wanna share you with anybody, like you're my responsibility and I wanna let everybody know that they should keep their hands off of you. [ He releases the steering-wheel, shaking his head to knock himself out of it. ]
You know. Like an asshole. You being able to defend yourself is more important some stupid fucking urges.
[ Well, what he really wants to say is 'Isn't that you?' but maybe that's... too real of a tease. He's already feeling a little wounded here.
But o-oh. That growl hits him right in the chest, sending out a furl of warm from toe to tip. He swallows thickly and that warm flush covers his face again. He sighs hotly. ]
And I... think I want you to. To let everyone know who I belong to. [ He reaches up and touches at his scar again, tracing it lightly. ] So if you're an asshole, so am I.
[ Too bad that laugh isn't as much of a honk as usual or it wouldn't be so damn attractive!! ]
Unless you wanna start using us "dating" as our cover, which -- I doubt anyone would fucking buy.
[ He chuckles. Oh, they'd definitely buy it with the way Hank keeps mooning at Gavin when he's not looking. Fake dating? That would turn to real dating right quick, Hank. Careful what you wish for. ]
Fuck.
[ Hank takes a deep breath through his nose, feeling the surge from both Gavin's scent and the emotions he broadcasts every time he touches the mark. He obviously wants that -- he'd yell from the goddamn rooftops if it let people know that Gavin is his, no one else's. This alpha thing is so fucking annoying. the full moon's over, they're supposed to be tired and shit!! ]
We can't just fuck at work.
[ He sounds disappointed about that but Hank is, rather unfortunately, not the best at solutions, is he? ]
[ ...yeah they definitely would buy it. Some people still whisper about rookie Gav's big crush on Hank. And after Hank's little display today it probably wouldn't shock too many people.
But. Still. It makes Gavin blush again, when Hank says it. He huffs a little awkwardly and tugs on the collar of his shirt. He can feel the faint waves of frustration from him and it makes him feel warm and jittery all at once. But then— phft. Dating gets him flustered but talking about fucking doesn't; such is the Gavin Reed way.]
Then we really would get fired, as exciting as the prospect might be. [ ...he'd definitely be more than okay with sleeping with you again, Hank. But well, he won't bring that up. ]
Look, we're both new at this. You didn't exactly get a handbook about being an alpha either. We'll figure our shit out, don't stress yourself into a heart attack. [ Or blue balls. ]
[ Hank smirks. He's exactly the same way, obviously. Dating is too much!! But fucking is fine, right? ]
Yeah, I'd like to get my pension before I get outta here. Much as I'd like to fuck you again.
[ Which, yeah, that sure is a thing Hank brought up. Also they're here, but Hank really doesn't care about taking a long lunch, so that's not a problem. ]
Right, yeah. Guess it's just. [ He takes another deep breath. ] Look, if you know what you want and I know what I want, then...
[ What he really wants to do is touch Gavin. He puts a hand on his thigh, just something platonic. For now. ]
We can get lunch together and hang out after work, whatever you need. Let's just try and tone it down at work, yeah?
[ ...okay he talks a big game but Hank just. Outright saying it is. Wow, okay. He gets red again and coughs into his fist.
Ah, the hand. It's very grounding, his fluster leaving as quickly as it came. He reaches down and puts his hand over Hank's. So warm, his blood sings. ]
Yeah, that sounds good... [ He chuckles a little, finally looking over at him with an actual gentle look on his face. ] Can't believe we're finally friends after all this time, huh?
[ He squeezes Hank's hand a little. ] But that sounds like a good deal to me. [ He looks out the window, then back to him. ] I'd still... like you to come with me when I go see Eli again. I'd feel, I dunno, safer.
[ Yeah, there's something really grounding about just holding hands with Gavin. It sounds stupid to describe, but he can't even play off the "friends" thing. They are undoubtedly more than just friends. But then they are both complete idiots. ]
Who'da thought?
[ He's not denying it. He even smiles almost shyly. Shit, why is Gavin so cute?? ]
Sure. [ Yeah, Kamski was a grade-A asshole TO Connor, but Hank can do this for his beta. ] Not gonna promise that I won't wanna punch him, but he can't be any shittier to you than he was to Connor and I somehow managed to hold myself back.
[ Definitely. It makes him want to purr again, that sweet warmth curling in his belly. His thumb brushes against the back of Hank's hand.
Yep, they're definitely both idiots. Gavin's head over heels but doesn't want to push his luck. Getting to sleep with Hank was more than he ever thought would happen anyway. This is fine. It's fine. His heart feels fit to burst.
Aw fuck. Hank's so cute...
He snorts at the mention of Eli, shaking his head. ] Can only imagine what kind of shit he pulled. Try growing up with everything being a test or a game.
[ They are so, so stupid. Jesus christ, Hank. Get your head out of your ass for like five minutes and realize Gavin has Real, Human Feelings for you!! Regardless, Hank enjoys the touch and hums softly at the attention, bringing his other hand to lay on top of Gavin's. ]
Yeah, it's no fucking wonder you always wanna be the best -- he could turn fucking finger painting into some kinda life-or-death challenge.
[ Your family's fucked!! Hank will protect you, Gavin. ]
[ Maybe if he blares it emotionally at you enough you'll pick up on it, you big dumb alpha!! He wants you, he needs you, oh baby oh baby!! He gives Hank's hand another squeeze, a purr starting to vibrate out of his throat.
He chuckles though, pleased that Hank seemingly understands him enough just from learning where he came from. ]
Yeah, you're not even wrong. He used to manipulate bullies on the playground into fighting each other and laugh. [ He sighs. ] And sometimes he'd just... scream. To see what I did.
[ Okay, yeah, one of these days it's gonna get through that thick skull of his. One day. Maybe. If he's under duress. The purring is so cute. He's gonna keep Gavin safe forever (and fuck him way harder next full moon, basically.) He squeezes his hand, giving him a reassuring growl.
He's a detective, everything about Gavin started making sense when he factored in Kamski. Who sounds like just as much of a terror as Hank would have expected. ]
[ (Please do, oh god, please top him Hank.) Hank's growl makes him him again, purring louder in response.
But he snorts, shrugging. ]
I'm his twin, so that makes me a freak too. I'm not sayin' I was totally harmless and perfect myself when we were kids. Still. [ Huffing, he shifts his shoulders and suddenly he's doing a perfect impression of his brother. ] `I don't know why you keep chasing frivolous pursuits, Ezra.'
[ That might have been something he said to him. Or just what he feels like he said, back in the day. ]
I guess. There's a reason I did so much to hide it. I could have gotten my nose fixed right after Eli broke it, Gran even said she'd take care of it but I just. Didn't.
[ He looks up at himself in Hank's rear view mirror. ]
[ He misses the warmth but it's staying with him. Gavin clenches his hand into a fist for a moment before undoing his seat belt. And... oh.
See, during the full moon it was one thing but now that he's in Normal Brain State it's... yeah. His face lights up in a blush and he fumbles (adorably) with the seat belt. ]
I uh. Gavin's fine, no need to make it hard. I uh. Yeah. Let's go eat.
[ It's ok, Hank likes that you're a little uncoordinated, Gavin. It's very cute. Hank has no problem on his end, but he comes around the passenger side and opens the door for Gavin. He can help with the seat belt too. ]
After you. I'm buying.
[ Is it #justalphathings or because he's his superior officer?? who knows. ]
[ Because you said his Real Name so casually with that big sexy voice of yours, ugh!! Hank.
Ah. He tries not to purr at the sudden proximity, and how wonderful he smells. But that's not the time for that, they literally just had a talk about this kind of shit—
He hops out of the car and runs a hand through his hair. ]
Being gentlemanly all of a sudden, huh? Cute. [ Have an actual wink with a click of his tongue. And off he goes to Gary's food truck woo!! ]
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I'm not trying to do anything. [ Only like... half of a lie. ] I thought you'd be proud I'm not scared of my own shadow anymore.
[ He chuckles. ] You're the one trying to give off enough Alpha Vibes that it'll cover the whole damn city.
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I'm... glad you're feeling better. Seriously. That's great.
[ He struggles to keep the words even but it's great, isn't it? It is. So why is it so hard for Hank to keep a lid on his own shit?? Oh, yeah, the alpha bullshit. It felt so nice yesterday, why is it so much harder today? ]
Look -- I've never...
[ He casts a look at Gavin. It's not really Gavin's fault Hank is so horny for him, is it? Of course it's not, Gavin wouldn't have purposely dressed himself up today just to get Hank's attention. That's delusional. Hank is the one who put him in this mess. He doesn't need to put his own shit on Gavin. ]
I'll try and tone it down, okay? You're making this really fucking hard for me, but that ain't your damn fault. I just gotta get my shit together.
[ Sorry your alpha has shitty fucking self-esteem, Gavin. ]
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It makes his chest ache a little, ribs seeming to squeeze his lungs. And he doesn't want to make things hard for him.
Gavin looks at his nails, picking some dirt out from under them. ]
Don't beat yourself up over it too much. You're doing fine. I was just... I dunno. Maybe I was a little drunk on it all. Didn't mean to stress you out.
[ He puts his hands down on his lap, tapping at his jeans. ] It's no fun if it's really buggin' you.
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We can't do this shit at work, okay? Fowler knows -- he's gonna pick up on it, it's just a matter of damn time. Plus we're surrounded by fucking detectives. Somebody's gonna connect the dots and then...
[ Then someone knows a hunter, and someone calls that hunter, and then they're well and truly fucked, because there's no outcome that doesn't end with someone dead. Hank runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. He doesn't want to get into that particular line of thinking. ]
We have to keep our heads down, got it? I know it makes me a huge fucking buzzkill, but you can't go waving your dick around in public. This thing we have -- yeah, it saved your life, but it's a curse.
[ Or maybe Hank has spent too many years repressing himself and he's just being overly cautious but either way. He's... just worried, deep down. ]
I can't take care of you if we're fucking dead.
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[ You and Gavin getting into fights has been pretty common over the years, Hank. But the rest of what he says makes him sigh again, nodding. He gets it, Hank's just protective. He has to be, with everything he's lost, right? Gavin's only had to look after himself for so long... ]
I know, I won't do anything stupid to get us in trouble. [ He keeps tapping his fingers against his knees. ] Just don't go growling and waving your dick around too much either. It was hardly just me, buddy.
[ He looks back at him. ] And isn't the whole point that eventually I can protect myself anyway?
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You really think coming to work with a "nose job" and a new haircut isn't suspicious? The guys probably all think you got yourself some new, hot boyfriend you're trying to impress.
[ Which is hilarious from Hank's perspective since he doesn't see himself as anything less than sloppy seconds. But yeah, Hank needs to tone it down. He gets that. He sighs, turning them into the parking lot. ]
I'm still figuring out this alpha shit, but you're right -- I don't need to get into a fucking dick-waving contest with every loser who tries to get in your pants. It's just... [ He's gonna say something he regrets, but it's just them. Gavin's heard stranger. As growl builds in his chest as he speaks, instinct lacing his words with desire. ] I get this urge like I don't wanna share you with anybody, like you're my responsibility and I wanna let everybody know that they should keep their hands off of you. [ He releases the steering-wheel, shaking his head to knock himself out of it. ]
You know. Like an asshole. You being able to defend yourself is more important some stupid fucking urges.
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You sayin' I couldn't, Anderson? I'm wounded.
[ Well, what he really wants to say is 'Isn't that you?' but maybe that's... too real of a tease. He's already feeling a little wounded here.
But o-oh. That growl hits him right in the chest, sending out a furl of warm from toe to tip. He swallows thickly and that warm flush covers his face again. He sighs hotly. ]
And I... think I want you to. To let everyone know who I belong to. [ He reaches up and touches at his scar again, tracing it lightly. ] So if you're an asshole, so am I.
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Unless you wanna start using us "dating" as our cover, which -- I doubt anyone would fucking buy.
[ He chuckles. Oh, they'd definitely buy it with the way Hank keeps mooning at Gavin when he's not looking. Fake dating? That would turn to real dating right quick, Hank. Careful what you wish for. ]
Fuck.
[ Hank takes a deep breath through his nose, feeling the surge from both Gavin's scent and the emotions he broadcasts every time he touches the mark. He obviously wants that -- he'd yell from the goddamn rooftops if it let people know that Gavin is his, no one else's. This alpha thing is so fucking annoying. the full moon's over, they're supposed to be tired and shit!! ]
We can't just fuck at work.
[ He sounds disappointed about that but Hank is, rather unfortunately, not the best at solutions, is he? ]
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But. Still. It makes Gavin blush again, when Hank says it. He huffs a little awkwardly and tugs on the collar of his shirt. He can feel the faint waves of frustration from him and it makes him feel warm and jittery all at once. But then— phft. Dating gets him flustered but talking about fucking doesn't; such is the Gavin Reed way.]
Then we really would get fired, as exciting as the prospect might be. [ ...he'd definitely be more than okay with sleeping with you again, Hank. But well, he won't bring that up. ]
Look, we're both new at this. You didn't exactly get a handbook about being an alpha either. We'll figure our shit out, don't stress yourself into a heart attack. [ Or blue balls. ]
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Yeah, I'd like to get my pension before I get outta here. Much as I'd like to fuck you again.
[ Which, yeah, that sure is a thing Hank brought up. Also they're here, but Hank really doesn't care about taking a long lunch, so that's not a problem. ]
Right, yeah. Guess it's just. [ He takes another deep breath. ] Look, if you know what you want and I know what I want, then...
[ What he really wants to do is touch Gavin. He puts a hand on his thigh, just something platonic. For now. ]
We can get lunch together and hang out after work, whatever you need. Let's just try and tone it down at work, yeah?
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Ah, the hand. It's very grounding, his fluster leaving as quickly as it came. He reaches down and puts his hand over Hank's. So warm, his blood sings. ]
Yeah, that sounds good... [ He chuckles a little, finally looking over at him with an actual gentle look on his face. ] Can't believe we're finally friends after all this time, huh?
[ He squeezes Hank's hand a little. ] But that sounds like a good deal to me. [ He looks out the window, then back to him. ] I'd still... like you to come with me when I go see Eli again. I'd feel, I dunno, safer.
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Who'da thought?
[ He's not denying it. He even smiles almost shyly. Shit, why is Gavin so cute?? ]
Sure. [ Yeah, Kamski was a grade-A asshole TO Connor, but Hank can do this for his beta. ] Not gonna promise that I won't wanna punch him, but he can't be any shittier to you than he was to Connor and I somehow managed to hold myself back.
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Yep, they're definitely both idiots. Gavin's head over heels but doesn't want to push his luck. Getting to sleep with Hank was more than he ever thought would happen anyway. This is fine. It's fine. His heart feels fit to burst.
Aw fuck. Hank's so cute...
He snorts at the mention of Eli, shaking his head. ] Can only imagine what kind of shit he pulled. Try growing up with everything being a test or a game.
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Yeah, it's no fucking wonder you always wanna be the best -- he could turn fucking finger painting into some kinda life-or-death challenge.
[ Your family's fucked!! Hank will protect you, Gavin. ]
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He chuckles though, pleased that Hank seemingly understands him enough just from learning where he came from. ]
Yeah, you're not even wrong. He used to manipulate bullies on the playground into fighting each other and laugh. [ He sighs. ] And sometimes he'd just... scream. To see what I did.
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He's a detective, everything about Gavin started making sense when he factored in Kamski. Who sounds like just as much of a terror as Hank would have expected. ]
Christ. What a little freak.
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But he snorts, shrugging. ]
I'm his twin, so that makes me a freak too. I'm not sayin' I was totally harmless and perfect myself when we were kids. Still. [ Huffing, he shifts his shoulders and suddenly he's doing a perfect impression of his brother. ] `I don't know why you keep chasing frivolous pursuits, Ezra.'
[ That might have been something he said to him. Or just what he feels like he said, back in the day. ]
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Fine, fine. [ Hank chuckles good-naturedly. ] You're both freaks.
[ He means it in the best way of course. ]
Christ, that's perfect. You sure you haven't seen him in years? Because you've got his voice down.
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Damn right we are.
[ He laughs, tilting his head back in the seat. ]
Twin thing. I actually like... intentionally changed the way I talked when I left the family. We sounded exactly alike when we were younger.
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Damn, that's dedication. [ But he is impressed. ] Guess those Kamski genes are really tough, huh?
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I guess. There's a reason I did so much to hide it. I could have gotten my nose fixed right after Eli broke it, Gran even said she'd take care of it but I just. Didn't.
[ He looks up at himself in Hank's rear view mirror. ]
Guess I don't want to hide anymore.
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[ Hank pats his hand and pulls back. They should probably get out of the car. ]
You want me to call you Ezra when it's just us? Might take some getting used to, but I'll do it.
[ It actually will come really naturally since he is bonded to Ezra, but you know. ]
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No time like the present, as they say.
[ He misses the warmth but it's staying with him. Gavin clenches his hand into a fist for a moment before undoing his seat belt. And... oh.
See, during the full moon it was one thing but now that he's in Normal Brain State it's... yeah. His face lights up in a blush and he fumbles (adorably) with the seat belt. ]
I uh. Gavin's fine, no need to make it hard. I uh. Yeah. Let's go eat.
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[ It's ok, Hank likes that you're a little uncoordinated, Gavin. It's very cute. Hank has no problem on his end, but he comes around the passenger side and opens the door for Gavin. He can help with the seat belt too. ]
After you. I'm buying.
[ Is it #justalphathings or because he's his superior officer?? who knows. ]
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Ah. He tries not to purr at the sudden proximity, and how wonderful he smells. But that's not the time for that, they literally just had a talk about this kind of shit—
He hops out of the car and runs a hand through his hair. ]
Being gentlemanly all of a sudden, huh? Cute. [ Have an actual wink with a click of his tongue. And off he goes to Gary's food truck woo!! ]
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