Yeah. [ Hank laughs. Fuck, he's crying. Some alpha he is. ] Yeah, they are.
[ Hank looks over at Gavin, smiling for what feels like the first time in his life. He's been faking it for so long, this is deeply weird to him. He laughs, leans into Gavin's touch and reaches over to hold his wrists. ]
I'm... not used to being happy. Feels like I'm pulling a muscle here.
[ it doesn't, but maybe it should? this can't be normal! ]
[ He kisses under an eye and looks back at him, a very sweet and tender little smile on his face. Ah, he's so in love with this man he's got in his arms. ]
You deserve to feel happy, Hank. You deserve the world and I'm gonna try so hard to give it to you.
[ He slips a foot in between his legs and scoots closer. ]
More than just this werewolf stuff, as me. As Gavin and Ezra. [ He grins and it's a little wobbly now, his eyes getting misty themselves. ]
[ Damn, Gavin's cute fucking smile totally disarms Hank, that kiss and those words may as well be stabbing him through the heart with how deep they get to him. Put a fork in him, he's done. He loves Gavin so fucking much. ]
...Thanks.
[ He scoots closer, leaning down to press his forehead against Gavin's. Or Ezra's. Hank doesn't care. He just loves him. Werewolf stuff or not. ]
[ Hank's got his own big warm hands wrapped softly around Gavin's heart. He feels so... fuzzy inside. So happy, content. Still. It's such a novel and welcome feeling.
He nuzzles Hank's nose softly. ]
Of course you deserve it. None of that talk when I'm around, okay? [ He kisses him again. ] 'Cause I could easily say the same.
[ Hank kisses back. He can almost believe him, laying here and feeling as good as he does. He smiles soft, every warm beat of his heart somehow making him feel hope. God, spending the next several hundred with Ezra might be alright. It might not suck as much as he'd thought. ]
Yeah. Alright.
[ Hank brushes a hand over Gavin's neck, just to feel some of Gavin's contentedness for himself. Funny, he doesn't usually let himself have nice things. Maybe that can change. ]
Much as I'm happy to lay here, we should get in the shower.
[ His chest rumbles with a soft purr as he touches his mark. He's so very happy, Hank, and you're entirely the cause. He hopes he can help you slowly learn just how good you are...
He kisses his chin and then snickers. ]
Yeah, definitely. Before my ass gets all crusty.
[ When you don't need condoms... Gavin's gonna have to get used to the mess, clearly. ]
And uh, maybe change the sheets while we're at it.
[ Hank snorts. It's definitely true that condoms would have made the whole mess less... messy, but now that they're bonded they're going to share everything. There's no way their instincts would stand for anything, even a condom, between them. Gee, won't the dreams and memories be fun? They're probably lucky a few ripped clothes are the worst of the damage. ]
Right. [ Hank reaches up and messes with Gavin's hair. He's just so cute? ] I'll toss the sheets in if you wanna start the tap.
[ His hair has definitely come undone from its gel and is all over his forehead, making him look a little younger. Gavin snickers. Yep, no need for any shame or privacy anymore. (Small fucking favors Gavin can't get pregnant, good lord.) ]
Sounds like a plan.
[ Have a pinch to your tum, Hank. He sits up with a few pops of his joints and starts to get out of bed. Yeah there's still... a mess. He books it to the bathroom and turns on the faucet, getting some tissues to tend to it in the mean time. ]
[ It's a very cute look. Definitely part of the reason why Hank keeps insisting Gavin is "young." Look, if you were born in a year not starting in 19, you'll always be a child to him. It's just a millennial problem. And yeah, it's pretty hard to have privacy with someone who can feel what you feel, so Hank's not even gonna bother feeling shame about their whole... everything. Christ, at least that's something they won't have to worry about.
(There's definitely a bad anecdote about Hank and Beth having sex too close to the full moon and Hank not being able to get it up if a condom was involved because wolf instincts, but it's a story best left forgotten.)
Hank chuckles, watching Gavin's ass as he retreats to the bathroom. He'll have to get used to how much Gavin likes his belly, he supposes. There are worse things out there, at least this makes him feel less self-conscious about it. Hank rolls onto his back and stretches, standing up and looking over the mess they made of the bed.
Some deep, instinctual part of him, is very happy about it. His room smells like sex and Gavin and it's good. It's a smell he could get used to. ]
Hey, don't sweat it. It's all going in the wash anyway.
[ Gavin is definitely Into every part of Hank's body. He wouldn't care if he suddenly had abs again but he's definitely found he likes to... touch. Nothing to be embarrassed about.
It definitely smells like sex and it's fucking fantastic but the 'raised by neurotic parents' thing slips in and he cleans at it before he notices. And then wipes at a few still dirty spots on his thighs. ]
Just trying not to be a complete heathen. [ He jokes, leaning up to smooch him on the cheek. ] I'll meet you in the shower, hot stuff.
[ Enjoy the booty as he heads back into the bathroom. ]
Please. We're already werewolves. The heathen bit is practically fucking implied. [ Hank chuckles. He'll let Gavin do his thing if he really wants to. It nets him a free kiss, which is pretty nice. He's got such a cute booty, ok. Hank's a big fan. ] Don't have too much fun without me.
[ They're both way too spent to go again, but it never hurts to joke. Hank rolls out of bed properly and yanks the sheets off the bed in a single motion. Taking them to the washing machines means going into the garage, which he totally does while naked because whatever, it's his own home. Who cares? Hank doesn't, for once.
He joins Gavin in the bathroom a minute or so later. ]
[ He turns on the shower head and steps in, taking a big deep breath and exhaling slowly. Fuck, this is almost too good to be true. Getting the guy of his dreams and having mind blowing sex? With real feelings? What is this, a fuckin' fairy tale?
...well they are werewolves. Not too far off the mark.
He quickly cleans his more 'intimate' areas before Hank slips in the shower. Gavin turns and grins at him, hair even more plastered on his face from the water. ]
Terribly. C'mere. [ He tugs Hank under the water and reaches for the shampoo. ]
[ Seriously, how cute can you be, Gavin?? Hank does as instructed, stepping into the shower with a grin. The water feels great, but the company's even better. ]
You want me to bend down there, champ?
[ Sorry, Gavin... but you're kinda short compared to Hank. ]
There'll be time for that later. But yes, bring your head down a bit, you fuckin' tree of a man. [ He's very into it.
He squirts some shampoo into his palm and starts massaging Hank's scalp. He meant it when he said he was gonna take care of you, Hank. Prepare to be pampered. ]
Absolutely. I think the first thing I thought when I first saw you was something like 'Oh fuck, he's so tall.'
[ Oh tiny twink rookie Gavin. He scrubs at Hank's scalp and just smiles, relishing in the purring. He lets his thumbs rub at his temples for a moment. ]
[ Hank chuckles. He's heard that one before at least. Gosh, Hank totally remembers when Gavin was a tiny bright-eyed twink, too. It was pretty damn cute, he never would've guessed things would end up like this. ]
Damn, that feels good.
[ Yeah, he's still purring. He's weak to his touch now, apparently. But then, who doesn't love a good head rub? ]
[ Back when he was still naive and bright eyed and the only scar on his face was the healed over one from Eli cracking him in the face. And then he realized that 1) people were stupid 2) Hank was engaged and Asshole Gavin was born. ]
I'd hope so.
[ He tugs him back under the water once he's done, running his hands through his hair as the soap rinse. He just sort of absently scratches at his beard, smiling softly. ]
[ He was a cute kid back then, too. Hank can't exactly take the blame for any of the shit that happened to Gavin back then, but he certainly can be there for him now. ]
That ain't such a bad thing.
[ Hank leans into Gavin's touch again, humming as the water rinses out his hair. God, it feels nice. ]
Here, lemme wash yours next, big guy.
[ He says "big guy" because naturally Hank has to bend down to wash his hair, sorry Gavin. ]
Not generally, I guess. But it makes it easier to get hurt.
[ He finishes tending to him and rolls his eyes. ]
I am the statistically average male height, I just work with a bunch of tall assholes. [ He's never really cared about his height, honestly. Even though Eli would tease him once puberty started.
Gavin leans into Hank, resting his hands on his stomach. He idly starts to trace some of his scars. ]
[ Caring is so shitty, if only Hank could go back to not caring about anything!! Haha, no, that's not true. Hank cares a lot. He's always cared, he just stopped for a while there, but he's back. It's Connor's fault. He cares and it's probably why he saved Gavin, too.
Hank smirks, shaking his head as he grabs the shampoo and starts working it into Gavin's short hair. It's actually really nice, just having him touch and be touched like this. Hank's never been too self-conscious about his scars -- he's always had so much more to be self-conscious about. Now it's... better, actually. ]
You wanna hear how I got 'em, or do you already know 'em all?
[ It's very soft and fuzzy and nice. Hank should get an undercut so he can be this fuzzy tbh. He's having a nice time just massaging Gavin's scalp and taking care of him. Definitely makes those alpha instincts happy.
And oh, it's nice to hear Gavin say he likes his voice? That's weird. You're weird. Hank's blushing, a little. ]
Well, that one was back when I was just getting started on the beat. Jeffrey and I always had some real fucking luck.
[ Hey, whatever works. Hank sure doesn't mind. He's getting distracted, but it's nice. Part of him really does just want to feel like he's taking care of Gavin.
He snorts. ]
There's better ways to stop dudes, you know. [ He shakes his head with a smile though. Gavin's arrest record is good for a reason, he supposes. ] Most of these ain't too glamorous. My biggest busts were all planned and shit -- means I actually remembered to wear my fucking vest.
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[ Hank looks over at Gavin, smiling for what feels like the first time in his life. He's been faking it for so long, this is deeply weird to him. He laughs, leans into Gavin's touch and reaches over to hold his wrists. ]
I'm... not used to being happy. Feels like I'm pulling a muscle here.
[ it doesn't, but maybe it should? this can't be normal! ]
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You deserve to feel happy, Hank. You deserve the world and I'm gonna try so hard to give it to you.
[ He slips a foot in between his legs and scoots closer. ]
More than just this werewolf stuff, as me. As Gavin and Ezra. [ He grins and it's a little wobbly now, his eyes getting misty themselves. ]
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...Thanks.
[ He scoots closer, leaning down to press his forehead against Gavin's. Or Ezra's. Hank doesn't care. He just loves him. Werewolf stuff or not. ]
I'll try to deserve you, babe.
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He nuzzles Hank's nose softly. ]
Of course you deserve it. None of that talk when I'm around, okay? [ He kisses him again. ] 'Cause I could easily say the same.
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Yeah. Alright.
[ Hank brushes a hand over Gavin's neck, just to feel some of Gavin's contentedness for himself. Funny, he doesn't usually let himself have nice things. Maybe that can change. ]
Much as I'm happy to lay here, we should get in the shower.
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He kisses his chin and then snickers. ]
Yeah, definitely. Before my ass gets all crusty.
[ When you don't need condoms... Gavin's gonna have to get used to the mess, clearly. ]
And uh, maybe change the sheets while we're at it.
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Right. [ Hank reaches up and messes with Gavin's hair. He's just so cute? ] I'll toss the sheets in if you wanna start the tap.
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Sounds like a plan.
[ Have a pinch to your tum, Hank. He sits up with a few pops of his joints and starts to get out of bed. Yeah there's still... a mess. He books it to the bathroom and turns on the faucet, getting some tissues to tend to it in the mean time. ]
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(There's definitely a bad anecdote about Hank and Beth having sex too close to the full moon and Hank not being able to get it up if a condom was involved because wolf instincts, but it's a story best left forgotten.)
Hank chuckles, watching Gavin's ass as he retreats to the bathroom. He'll have to get used to how much Gavin likes his belly, he supposes. There are worse things out there, at least this makes him feel less self-conscious about it. Hank rolls onto his back and stretches, standing up and looking over the mess they made of the bed.
Some deep, instinctual part of him, is very happy about it. His room smells like sex and Gavin and it's good. It's a smell he could get used to. ]
Hey, don't sweat it. It's all going in the wash anyway.
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It definitely smells like sex and it's fucking fantastic but the 'raised by neurotic parents' thing slips in and he cleans at it before he notices. And then wipes at a few still dirty spots on his thighs. ]
Just trying not to be a complete heathen. [ He jokes, leaning up to smooch him on the cheek. ] I'll meet you in the shower, hot stuff.
[ Enjoy the booty as he heads back into the bathroom. ]
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[ They're both way too spent to go again, but it never hurts to joke. Hank rolls out of bed properly and yanks the sheets off the bed in a single motion. Taking them to the washing machines means going into the garage, which he totally does while naked because whatever, it's his own home. Who cares? Hank doesn't, for once.
He joins Gavin in the bathroom a minute or so later. ]
Miss me?
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[ He turns on the shower head and steps in, taking a big deep breath and exhaling slowly. Fuck, this is almost too good to be true. Getting the guy of his dreams and having mind blowing sex? With real feelings? What is this, a fuckin' fairy tale?
...well they are werewolves. Not too far off the mark.
He quickly cleans his more 'intimate' areas before Hank slips in the shower. Gavin turns and grins at him, hair even more plastered on his face from the water. ]
Terribly. C'mere. [ He tugs Hank under the water and reaches for the shampoo. ]
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You want me to bend down there, champ?
[ Sorry, Gavin... but you're kinda short compared to Hank. ]
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There'll be time for that later. But yes, bring your head down a bit, you fuckin' tree of a man. [ He's very into it.
He squirts some shampoo into his palm and starts massaging Hank's scalp. He meant it when he said he was gonna take care of you, Hank. Prepare to be pampered. ]
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That why you can't get enough of climbing me?
[ Fuck, Gavin's hands feel nice, too. Hank hasn't had anything this nice in... well, a very long time. He's purring before he can help himself. ]
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[ Oh tiny twink rookie Gavin. He scrubs at Hank's scalp and just smiles, relishing in the purring. He lets his thumbs rub at his temples for a moment. ]
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Damn, that feels good.
[ Yeah, he's still purring. He's weak to his touch now, apparently. But then, who doesn't love a good head rub? ]
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I'd hope so.
[ He tugs him back under the water once he's done, running his hands through his hair as the soap rinse. He just sort of absently scratches at his beard, smiling softly. ]
I was so... idealistic back then.
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That ain't such a bad thing.
[ Hank leans into Gavin's touch again, humming as the water rinses out his hair. God, it feels nice. ]
Here, lemme wash yours next, big guy.
[ He says "big guy" because naturally Hank has to bend down to wash his hair, sorry Gavin. ]
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[ He finishes tending to him and rolls his eyes. ]
I am the statistically average male height, I just work with a bunch of tall assholes. [ He's never really cared about his height, honestly. Even though Eli would tease him once puberty started.
Gavin leans into Hank, resting his hands on his stomach. He idly starts to trace some of his scars. ]
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[ Caring is so shitty, if only Hank could go back to not caring about anything!! Haha, no, that's not true. Hank cares a lot. He's always cared, he just stopped for a while there, but he's back. It's Connor's fault. He cares and it's probably why he saved Gavin, too.
Hank smirks, shaking his head as he grabs the shampoo and starts working it into Gavin's short hair. It's actually really nice, just having him touch and be touched like this. Hank's never been too self-conscious about his scars -- he's always had so much more to be self-conscious about. Now it's... better, actually. ]
You wanna hear how I got 'em, or do you already know 'em all?
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He opens them again, smiling a little. ]
I have some ideas, but I'd like to hear you tell 'em. Like listening to your voice.
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And oh, it's nice to hear Gavin say he likes his voice? That's weird. You're weird. Hank's blushing, a little. ]
Well, that one was back when I was just getting started on the beat. Jeffrey and I always had some real fucking luck.
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He snickers and trails his fingers to another scar, brushing his thumb against it lovingly. (Is this an elaborate scheme to feel up Hank? A little.) ]
Sounded like you did, I've heard some stories. I just full body tackled a bunch of people like a dumbass.
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He snorts. ]
There's better ways to stop dudes, you know. [ He shakes his head with a smile though. Gavin's arrest record is good for a reason, he supposes. ] Most of these ain't too glamorous. My biggest busts were all planned and shit -- means I actually remembered to wear my fucking vest.
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