donotlick | spooky scary

[ Hank scoffs. He can't disagree, he'd drop everything to help Gavin. He's bought him lunch and dinner several times now. Is that what people think when they see them? Huh. Hank stuffs some fries in his mouth, nearly choking when Gavin compliments him. Very smooth, Hank.

I mean, he'd dressed up a little nicer today, it's true. He just didn't think anyone would actually notice, much less the person Hank was subconsciously dressing up for. Whatever, it's fine!! He's blushing but he covers it up by taking a large sip of soda and clearing his throat a bit. ]

Uh, thanks. Yeah, I just... I dunno, thought I'd try something a little different.

[ No, most people just think you're two sappy idiots who are dating and in love.

Gavin blinks and then grins at Hank's reaction. Ah... getting Hank flustered always feels like such a victory. His own heart gives a warm little flutter. Fuck, he's cute when he's all red like that. ]

Well, it's definitely working. [ He takes another big bite of burger. ] Gonna have to start beating people off you with a stick even more if you keep this up.

[ What a completely unlikely story that Hank would never believe! Hank is flustered alright. He can feel his face and neck heating up something fierce. God, it's like he's a kid again and he's talking to his crush or something. He's got it bad. ]

Doubt that'll ever be a problem, don't worry.

[ He gets started on his burger, mostly because it'll give his hands something to do besides fret and eat fries. He's hungry too -- werewolves are always hungry, but in this case it should hopefully be enough of a distraction to keep him from saying anything too stupid. ]

[ What a delightful reverse!! Gavin remembers all those times when he first started, when Hank would tell him he did a good job or ruffle his hair or help him with training and he'd just... get so red. His face and neck would feel so hot for the longest time, it was ridiculous. (One time Hank pinned him to the mat in practice and he nearly fainted.)

He licks some ketchup off his thumb. ]

You kidding? You make people swoon all the damn time.

[ Oh, Gavin licking ketchup off his thumb is a problem. It's a very hot problem. Hank focuses intently on his burger, taking another bite and still somehow turning even redder. ]

I haven't done that in years, Gav.

[ Sure, he was once the office heartthrob, but that was decades ago. Now he's washed up and old, who are they kidding? The office has Connor now -- hell, even Gavin can turn heads. Hank really doubts anyone is into the old, grizzled look. ]

[ He eats some more fries and licks the salt off his fingers, giving him a look. A look like he's just grown two extra heads... and then he dawns on him. Hank doesn't... think he's handsome? What the actual fuck? ]

Hank. [ He shifts and reaches over to put a hand on his knee. ] I'm saying this as your friend and someone who's known you for years: You're hot. You've always been hot.

[ Yeah, that's not making Hank's life any easier. Hank's eyes are definitely glued to Gavin's fingers as he licks them clean. Jesus, Gavin! Hank barely catches the disbelief, he's so distracted. The touch snaps him out of it at least, though he know has to stare at Gavin and actually listen which means... yeah. ]

...You think I'm hot?

[ The way Hank asks is way too honest. Wow, this is embarrassing. He knows he's being stupid. He's fifty-four fucking years old. Having some friend of his, his beta, tell him he's hot shouldn't make his heart race like this. Jesus!! This burger is going to disappear at this rate because Hank keeps taking bites to try and divert attention away from how hard he's blushing!! He swallows thickly, somehow wishing he could jump out of the car and make a run for it.

What is he, ten? ]

Look.... I'm well past my prime. You seriously think anyone's into that?

[ ...oh. Huh. See Gavin's got the superior hearing too and he can hear that. It's kind of hard not to feel a rush of pride and satisfaction that he got Hank's heart to race. Oh fuck. His own starts to kick up to double time and he swallows, ducking his head almost shyly.

He rubs the back of his neck. ]

Nobody cares about that kinda shit. [ 'Nobody' being... him. ] And yeah, I mean. I kinda thought it was obvious I did...

[ With all the touching, kissing and climbing on your lap he does lately... ]

[ They're both such idiots. Hank can pretty much hear what Gavin's saying here. It's in the beat of his heart and the tone of his words. It's not like they don't spend every moment alone all over each other, but Hank really did think that it was all... just instinct. But with Gavin's heart speeding up and him going all shy for once -- shit, Hank knows what that means.

He's known Gavin had a crush on him years ago. But now? ]

I kinda figured you'd gotten over it, after... you know, everything.

[ He just sort of huffs and bites his lip cutely. Gavin shrugs and looks back up at him, smirking. ]

I mean, you broke my fucking heart by getting married you jerk. So I had to get over it. [ He picks up another fry, starting to eat it. ] But, y'know. The more things change the more they stay the same.

[ Fuck. Hank licks his lips, whether it's the sauce from the burger or a different response entirely, he's not even really sure. He puts his burger down for a second and looks at Gavin. really looks at him. Was it more than just instinct? Did they actually have feelings? For each other? ]

Jesus, Reed.

[ Um, yeah, that's not very eloquent and doesn't acknowledge his feelings very well. Try again, Hank. ]

I thought it was all just... shit.

[ Fuck, he really didn't expect this conversation to go like this... he isn't ready to leap into his arms and declare that he loves him but— But he does want Hank to know he really cares.

He scratches behind his ear, fiddles with his earring. ]

I mean... you really think I'd just let something like this control my every move? I've been sticking at your side 'cause I want to, Hank.

[ Hank hasn't stopped blushing. His face must look a mess but he's even stopped munching down fries for this. It sure has been one hell of a day, from realizing he could lose Gavin again, to realizing he has feelings for him, to now... knowing Gavin thinks he's hot? Fuck?

Fuck. ]

I guess I kinda figured... I didn't really give you much say in the matter. Since we're stuck with each other.

[ Gavin's starting to get more flushed himself. He's just smiling a little shyly, suddenly not quite able to make eye contact with him. What a fucking day and it's not even four o'clock yet. ]

You were gonna save my life, it didn't matter to me how you did it. And I don't hate this existence, not by a long shot. [ He finally looks up at him. ] And I'm... glad you don't have to be alone anymore. I had no idea.

[ Christ, Hank is so not used to people caring about him. It was bad enough with Connor invading his life and giving a shit about him. The way Gavin looks when he says these things, like he means them... Hank had simply grown so accustomed to never having anyone understand that he never even considered that it could happen. ]

Fuck.

[ Hank stares down at his hands, talking more to himself than anything. He thought he'd always have to be alone. But this isn't so bad, is it? It's almost.... nice. Maybe it doesn't have to be a curse all the time.

Hank reaches out before he knows what he's doing and sets a hand on the mark on Gavin's neck. They're connected now. Hank may need reminding sometimes, but damn if he isn't grateful for it. ]

You've got some fucked up taste, I'll give you that, Reed.

[ He leans into his hand, a purr erupting out of him. Gavin turns to nose against his arm, sighing contently. Turning to look at him, he smiles again. ]

I prefer to think it's eclectic.

[ He puts his hand over Hank's, rubbing gently. Connected forever and Gavin's more than okay with that. He never thought Hank would ever look at him this way... ]

You're the one stuck with me now, y'know. [ He grins. ]

[ Fuck. Hank stares at Gavin in awe. "Fuck" is pretty much all Hank can think at the moment. Fuck, Gavin looks hot. Fuck, he sounds cute. Fuck, he's stuck with Hank for the next several hundred years and he doesn't even mind? Fuck.

He has to say something or do something, not just sit there with his jaw open and his hand stroking Gavin's neck. He isn't sure he's ever felt this comfortable with someone. It feels so right, being connected and knowing they'll be together. He's barely even scared. Gavin will be there, after all.

Fuck, that's cheesy but it makes him grin. ]

Lucky me.

[ That's not even irony, he's 100% honest here. He's never felt luckier. ]

I'd say I'm pretty lucky too.

[ His heart is singing, their connection in his veins rushing with warmth. There's no reason to be scared, not anymore. They're together, in whatever way that will mean as time goes on. ]

I... think we need to get back to your place. Right now.

[ He takes Hank's hand from his neck and moves it to rest on his chest, over the thudding of his heart. His pupils are starting to widen, lips parting. ]

[ Hank can feel the loud, rapid beat to Gavin's heart and he knows it's mirroring his own. He knows he'll always take care of Gavin, and Gavin will always take care of him. And yeah, they've had sex and made out and everything but knowing it's so much more is-- well, yeah. ]

Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.

[ But first, Hank licks his lips again, inhaling deep and closing the distance to press a kiss to Gavin's lips. C'mon guys, please. ]

[ He wraps his hands around Hank's neck, tugging him even closer for the kiss. Such a mess, making out in a parking lot like this. Well, after the morning Gavin's had he's gonna let Hank kiss the daylights out of him.

He nips at his bottom lip after a moment, murmuring hotly over the rumble deep in his throat. ]

Need you. Please.

[ Please just toss him on your bed and have your way with him Hank, oh baby. ]

[ Honestly, after nearly losing Gavin, this is exactly what Hank needs: a strong physical reminder -- be it, you know, a solid hug or maybe a kiss or maybe sex. Those all sound really good at the moment, and Hank can feel his eyes flash gold as he considers it, grabbing Gavin tighter and growls against his lips. ]

Once we get home. You're mine.

[ Hank happily leans in, deepening the kiss with a rush and purring softly before he releases Gavin. They should... go. Instead of doing this here, they could be at home. In his bed. With his beta. Nothing could be better. Hank takes a deep breath, starting the car. Boy, that's some good incentive!

If he skirts the speed limit a bit, well, whatever. Hank is a cop. He's in a hurry. ]

[ Gavin full body trembles, shuddering in excitement. He nods, pressing one last kiss to his lips before settling back in his seat.

He presses his hand to his mark the whole time, letting Hank know exactly how excited he is. How much he wants. He can't think of anything else, just sitting back in the seat with a hazy look of arousal on his face.

Fuck! Fuck. ]

Only yours.

[ Hank is gonna spend the whole drive home half-hard. Fuck. He can feel exactly how much Gavin wants this. That hot, burning need coming through their bond may as well be a physical thing for how quickly it goes to his dick. Jesus.

Connor would be so disappointed, but they make it home in record time. By the time they're parked in the driveway, Hank's got a half a mind to just ask Gavin to jerk him off so they can get it over with. But Gavin deserves better than that. This has been building up to more than just a handjob for a while now. ]

Bedroom. [ Hank growls, deep with anticipation as he tears off his seatbelt and opens the door. ] Now.

[ Gavin's in much the same boat, squirming in his jeans that are suddenly way too tight. He keeps looking at Hank and exposing his neck more, offering himself up to him on a platter. If he could strip and tie a big bow on himself he'd do it. Whatever you want to do with him, Hank, he's here for it.

It definitely has. A thick, cloying sexual tension that you could cut with a knife is definitely a way to describe it. He shudders when the pull up, cooing at that growl. ]

Yessir.

[ He all but stumbles out of the car and rushes to the front door. Gavin presses his back to it, grinning toothily and hungrily at Hank. ]

[ Hank would probably bite Gavin right then and there if it wasn't the kind of thing that would get him in serious trouble if anyone saw him. But fuck, he just wants Gavin so bad. And Gavin might actually want him? Fuck, he can barely believe it but he sure as hell can feel it. Hank wants to take every bit he has to offer, the low cadence of his voice and the darkening of his eyes ought to say as much. ]

Fuck, say that again.

[ They're just inches away from getting inside but Hank can't help himself. Every sound Gavin makes just feeds Hank's hunger for him. Hank presses Gavin to the door and drags his tongue up and down his neck, tracing his bitemark while he fumbles for his keys. Priorities, right? ]

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