[ The purring is just so cute, it's so hard to resist. But Hank knows he has to -- his job is important and they didn't just have that talk about keeping a lid on it at work to fuck it up now. Hank eases up and brushes a hand over Gavin's neck, over the mark. ]
There's no rush on this shit. Even if, y'know, instincts.
[ Instincts sure make it seem like they have to fuck whenever possible, huh. ]
[ He sighs at the touch, leaning into it. Their bond seems to sing, Gavin apparently getting vibes of how Hank feels as well. The warmth curls in his chest, tangles around his ribs like a vine. ]
Y-Yeah. We can put a lid on it on the clock.
[ It might easier to deal with if they actually were upfront about these feelings but...! Well! ]
[ Hmmm yeah, talking about their feelings? Hank Anderson? Those things don't go together, unfortunately. But who knows, circumstances might force them one way or another. Otherwise Hank could go forever in denial, you just know it.
It should be obvious just from the touch that Hank is totally gone for Gavin. He wants to protect him and hold him and the possessiveness might be getting held down by his self-control right now, but the fact of the matter is Gavin is his and that's all that matters. Their bond runs deep and solid between them, unbroken and unbidden. Not even denial or Hank's low self-esteem or the promise of having to work can affect it.
Man, who knew pack instincts were so strong?? ]
Right.
[ Hank pulls his hand back, awkwardly running a hand through his hair to make the move seem more casual. Actually... if Gavin really does want some kind of comfort, or at least doesn't mind having Hank there for him, then. Maybe it's best they talk about this now. ]
Oh, uh... I should probably tell you. When you touch your neck, I can feel that. Must be an alpha thing.
[ Even if Hank had never bitten him, they were on the road to reconnecting... his feelings would have resurfaced regardless. It's a more mature feeling now than the idealized crush he'd had. Hank understands him, listens to him, is kind and strong and handsome. Gavin would always be a goner.
But now they have this, that makes it better yet muddles it at the same time. If it's instincts, then he can sit in Hank's lap and feel him grab his ass and mouth at his neck. If it's because... because... because then—
He watches him run that hand through his hair, wanting to chase it with his own. But— Oh. The speed in which Gavin's ears turn deep cherry red is almost impressive. ]
You... can? Oh. [ He does so, so you can feel how embarrassed he is. ] Shit.
[ Yeah, he can feel that. He felt it last night, too. But he's not gonna talk about that. He's not gonna ask why Gavin touches his neck so much, but at least Hank telling him hasn't made him just stop. ]
Yeah, I... Look, it's fine. You didn't know. And it. [ Why did he say this in the first place, he should have kept his mouth shut, but now he's blushing too. ] I don't--I don't mind you doing it. It lets me know how you're doing.
[ Which of course means he worries about Gavin even when they're apart. But he can't just say that!! ]
[ This is the part where if it were possible Gavin would probably get stars in his eyes. Ah... he cares. He doesn't find it annoying or invasive, which is what he's dreaded. Gavin's very, very happy. And Hank is so cute all red like that. ]
Long as it doesn't bug you... [ It's hard to keep the smile out of his voice. ] Hank—
[ And then his phone is ringing again. ] Oh, right. Work.
[ Hank really does care. He cares a lot -- he's always cared too much, that's his biggest "flaw," of course. He was honestly worried Gavin would be the one to find it invasive. It's not like he chose any of this. ]
It's not so bad.
[ He's even smiling. Shit. Hank nearly smiles back when the phone rings. At least he can work off the embarrassment of admitting that. ]
Right, we should... we should get back. You'd think the place was up in fucking flames with how much they're calling.
[ And Gavin's done everything he can to act like he doesn't, strip himself of his compassion to keep himself 'safe.' And, well, it got him a mild concussion in the evidence room in the end. Funny how things work out. ]
Nah, not really.
[ Hank looks really good when he smiles, he should do it more often. He should be the reason Hank smiles more often.
He chuckles a little and finally moves to pry himself off of Hank's lap, reluctantly. ]
I mean, the lieutenant and one of the best detectives aren't around. Bunch of chickens with their heads cut off without us.
[ Hank snorts. Gavin's not wrong, but he is full of himself. Instead of commenting on that though, he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the string of texts Connor left him. They range from informative to clearly frustrated. One of the messages even includes a threat to take over his phone next time this happens. So... yeah, yikes. ]
Fowler's gonna be pissed. [ He can guess that much from Connor's messages, at least. ] We're gonna have to tell him that I turned you -- he's the only other person that knows about me.
[ He settles back into the passenger's seat and pulls out his phone. Yep... mostly from Chris, and a few from Tina. Whoops. He sends one to Chris about bad traffic or something and shoves it back in his pocket.
He sighs. ]
Yeah, that's probably for the best... [ He snorts. ] Of course Fowler knows. The guy knows everything. You sure he isn't psychic or something?
Sure would explain why he's so damn pissed all the time.
[ No, he's pissed because he has to supervise guys like you, Hank. But at least they can buckle up and get going. They're super suspiciously late but whatever, ok!! ]
But nah, he just knows me. Back when I first got turned I had to miss a lot of work and shit. He figured it out -- he's about the only fucking reason I haven't lost my job.
[ Fowler has to herd cats all day, it's understandable. He settles in and clicks his seat belt back in. ]
That makes a startlingly amount of sense in hindsight. [ Gavin pauses. ] ...but why did he guess werewolf right? This is leaving me with more questions than answers, Anderson.
[ He's joking a bit but... just how much does Fowler know? Jesus. ]
[ Hank admits with some obvious regret. He may have lost it on a few perps. Just a little. Normal people don't growl. But whatever, he can talk and drive. It's fine. ]
Plus I mean I always took off on the full moon. He said I was either a witch of a werewolf.
No thanks. [ He snorts. ] Most people don't wanna believe this shit could really happen, but when it's staring you in the face, you gotta be some kinda idiot to ignore it.
[ Lots of people are idiots of course, but Fowler isn't one of them. At least Gavin's laugh gets Hank to smile a little. He's right, too. He's not alone. ]
Guess so, huh? Beats having to deal with all this shit by myself.
[ It's so nice... Hank doesn't know what to do with it tbh. ]
Guess so. Huh. Maybe the stories my babcia told me and Eli when we were kids weren't just stories...
[ It had been part of how they learned Polish, listening to her. Sounded like stuff out of a fairy tale or folklore book. Stuff about her mother and her twin sister. Little Ezra had eaten it up, eager to learn just so he could understand her stories.
Funny how things work. Once they were fluent they didn't see her much again. ]
Yeah. And I really appreciate that you didn't just bail and leave me to figure all this out on my own.
Can't speak for anybody else, but most of the stuff we think is just stories... usually isn't.
[ Hank shrugs. He's seen a lot of weird shit since he wound up being forced into this life. It's pretty shitty, though hey, maybe it won't be as bad now that he's not alone?
He has a partner, but this is different. No offense to Connor, but he's a little too mechanical for the supernatural stuff. ]
I couldn't do that to you, man. [ Hank smirks, flashing Gavin some fang. ] I'm your alpha. Might not have this all figured out, but I'm not gonna mess it all up.
[ He has things to look out for now, at least... and maybe call his grandma.
Yeah, a partner. Just a partner in like, a work and werewolf sense!! Yup!! Totally! And oh no, a toothy grin... he gets goosebumps, heart giving a flutter. Shit. He's so fucked.
But he manages a smile in return. ] You would've had ever right to, the way I've acted. But... thanks. Really, I mean it. This is my one moment of sincerity a day, so you better pay attention.
[ That's totally it!!! Just. Werewolf partners. Packmates. Just. You know. Alpha things. This is normal. Definitely. Hank smiles. He knows Gavin talking about his emotions is about as rare as it is for him. Maybe that's why they kinda work together. As friends. Yep. ]
Alright, I'll make sure I remember that. [ Friends who blush and think the other is super cute. Yeah. ] And don't sweat it, it's the least I could do.
[ good thing they're almost at work and Hank is driving or he'd go for that neck offer, mister. Instead he just focuses real hard on the road. So hard. Yep. Not licking his lips or anything. ]
Yeah, don't tell anybody. Only you and Connor know my deep, dark secret.
[ Gavin's #1 fantasy at the moment is Hank just lovingly biting his neck until he trembles. Jesus, you turned him into a werewolf and made him super fucking kinky, Hank. ]
Don't worry, I'm good at keeping secrets. [ Obviously. ] 'Sides, it's fun being one of the only ones who knows something about you.
[ He's definitely saving that Real Name stuff for later. That is, if Connor wasn't waiting for them in the parking lot because He's Extra. Hank spots him and sighs, undoing his seatbelt and rolling his eyes. He wanted to enjoy Gavin's cute smile for a little bit, god!! ]
Looks like my parole officer's already holding the door for us. Better hurry up before he sicks the dogs on us.
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[ The purring is just so cute, it's so hard to resist. But Hank knows he has to -- his job is important and they didn't just have that talk about keeping a lid on it at work to fuck it up now. Hank eases up and brushes a hand over Gavin's neck, over the mark. ]
There's no rush on this shit. Even if, y'know, instincts.
[ Instincts sure make it seem like they have to fuck whenever possible, huh. ]
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Y-Yeah. We can put a lid on it on the clock.
[ It might easier to deal with if they actually were upfront about these feelings but...! Well! ]
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It should be obvious just from the touch that Hank is totally gone for Gavin. He wants to protect him and hold him and the possessiveness might be getting held down by his self-control right now, but the fact of the matter is Gavin is his and that's all that matters. Their bond runs deep and solid between them, unbroken and unbidden. Not even denial or Hank's low self-esteem or the promise of having to work can affect it.
Man, who knew pack instincts were so strong?? ]
Right.
[ Hank pulls his hand back, awkwardly running a hand through his hair to make the move seem more casual. Actually... if Gavin really does want some kind of comfort, or at least doesn't mind having Hank there for him, then. Maybe it's best they talk about this now. ]
Oh, uh... I should probably tell you. When you touch your neck, I can feel that. Must be an alpha thing.
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But now they have this, that makes it better yet muddles it at the same time. If it's instincts, then he can sit in Hank's lap and feel him grab his ass and mouth at his neck. If it's because... because... because then—
He watches him run that hand through his hair, wanting to chase it with his own. But— Oh. The speed in which Gavin's ears turn deep cherry red is almost impressive. ]
You... can? Oh. [ He does so, so you can feel how embarrassed he is. ] Shit.
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Yeah, I... Look, it's fine. You didn't know. And it. [ Why did he say this in the first place, he should have kept his mouth shut, but now he's blushing too. ] I don't--I don't mind you doing it. It lets me know how you're doing.
[ Which of course means he worries about Gavin even when they're apart. But he can't just say that!! ]
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Long as it doesn't bug you... [ It's hard to keep the smile out of his voice. ] Hank—
[ And then his phone is ringing again. ] Oh, right. Work.
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It's not so bad.
[ He's even smiling. Shit. Hank nearly smiles back when the phone rings. At least he can work off the embarrassment of admitting that. ]
Right, we should... we should get back. You'd think the place was up in fucking flames with how much they're calling.
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Nah, not really.
[ Hank looks really good when he smiles, he should do it more often. He should be the reason Hank smiles more often.
He chuckles a little and finally moves to pry himself off of Hank's lap, reluctantly. ]
I mean, the lieutenant and one of the best detectives aren't around. Bunch of chickens with their heads cut off without us.
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Fowler's gonna be pissed. [ He can guess that much from Connor's messages, at least. ] We're gonna have to tell him that I turned you -- he's the only other person that knows about me.
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He sighs. ]
Yeah, that's probably for the best... [ He snorts. ] Of course Fowler knows. The guy knows everything. You sure he isn't psychic or something?
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Sure would explain why he's so damn pissed all the time.
[ No, he's pissed because he has to supervise guys like you, Hank. But at least they can buckle up and get going. They're super suspiciously late but whatever, ok!! ]
But nah, he just knows me. Back when I first got turned I had to miss a lot of work and shit. He figured it out -- he's about the only fucking reason I haven't lost my job.
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That makes a startlingly amount of sense in hindsight. [ Gavin pauses. ] ...but why did he guess werewolf right? This is leaving me with more questions than answers, Anderson.
[ He's joking a bit but... just how much does Fowler know? Jesus. ]
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[ Hank admits with some obvious regret. He may have lost it on a few perps. Just a little. Normal people don't growl. But whatever, he can talk and drive. It's fine. ]
Plus I mean I always took off on the full moon. He said I was either a witch of a werewolf.
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I'd love to see you in one of those pointy hats. [ Kinky. Wait, no, moving on. ] I mean, I guess when you rule out every other possibility...
[ He crosses his arms, settling into the seat more. ]
Well, y'got me now. We'll get a routine going and it'll all work out.
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[ Lots of people are idiots of course, but Fowler isn't one of them. At least Gavin's laugh gets Hank to smile a little. He's right, too. He's not alone. ]
Guess so, huh? Beats having to deal with all this shit by myself.
[ It's so nice... Hank doesn't know what to do with it tbh. ]
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[ It had been part of how they learned Polish, listening to her. Sounded like stuff out of a fairy tale or folklore book. Stuff about her mother and her twin sister. Little Ezra had eaten it up, eager to learn just so he could understand her stories.
Funny how things work. Once they were fluent they didn't see her much again. ]
Yeah. And I really appreciate that you didn't just bail and leave me to figure all this out on my own.
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[ Hank shrugs. He's seen a lot of weird shit since he wound up being forced into this life. It's pretty shitty, though hey, maybe it won't be as bad now that he's not alone?
He has a partner, but this is different. No offense to Connor, but he's a little too mechanical for the supernatural stuff. ]
I couldn't do that to you, man. [ Hank smirks, flashing Gavin some fang. ] I'm your alpha. Might not have this all figured out, but I'm not gonna mess it all up.
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[ He has things to look out for now, at least... and maybe call his grandma.
Yeah, a partner. Just a partner in like, a work and werewolf sense!! Yup!! Totally! And oh no, a toothy grin... he gets goosebumps, heart giving a flutter. Shit. He's so fucked.
But he manages a smile in return. ] You would've had ever right to, the way I've acted. But... thanks. Really, I mean it. This is my one moment of sincerity a day, so you better pay attention.
[ He's blushing. ]
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Alright, I'll make sure I remember that. [ Friends who blush and think the other is super cute. Yeah. ] And don't sweat it, it's the least I could do.
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So he huffs and leans back into the seat. The little peak of his neck is genuinely unintentional this time. ]
Can't believe Hank Anderson is actually a huge softie.
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Yeah, don't tell anybody. Only you and Connor know my deep, dark secret.
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Don't worry, I'm good at keeping secrets. [ Obviously. ] 'Sides, it's fun being one of the only ones who knows something about you.
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Right. You would know, Ezra.
[ Hank smiles. They've made it to the precinct, but Hank feels like lingering a bit. Too bad his phone is bound to start ringing again soon. ]
Gonna have plenty of secrets between us now.
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Yes, he's definitely lingering too. He undoes his seat belt and scratches the back of his neck. ]
Yeah... [ He's giving you a cute smile, Hank. ] Seems like it. I'm okay with that.
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Looks like my parole officer's already holding the door for us. Better hurry up before he sicks the dogs on us.
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