donotlick | spooky scary

[ Have an eyebrow waggle. ]

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. ]

[ How is he so endearing, Christ. Hank rolls his eyes but he loves it. He even bends down for him, because that's what you do when you love someone. ]

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. ]

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. ]

I was so... idealistic back then.

[ 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. ]

Tell me about it.

[ 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?

[ Ooh, yes... it feels very good on the shaved sides of his head. He purrs and leans in further, closing his eyes and humming a moment.

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.

[ 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.

[ Anything to get you to blush, you adorable hunk of a man. Gavin loves it.

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.

[ 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.

I've learned that now. [ Touch, touch. God, you're so hot? You're so hot, Hank, you've always been not matter what state you're in. ] Our parents were really obnoxiously overprotective so I kind of overcompensated for a while after I was on my own.

[ He nods and his hands brush past another one. ] Makes sense. This one looks like a surgery scar.

Your parents, man.

[ Oh, but his hands feel so nice. Hank purrs softly, switching places with Gavin so he can get him under the spray of water. ]

That was just my appendix. [ He smirks. ] Real glamorous, I know.

They'd make a psych very rich, that's for sure.

[ Ooh, the warm water feels nice. He closes his eyes, wrinkling his nose up cutely as the water rinses through his hair. Touch, touch. ]

Thought so, in the right place for it. [ When he opens his eyes again, his hands slide up to start tracing his chest tattoo. ]

No kidding. Your brother alone is a fucking textbook case.

[ He means that in the best way possible. He cares about Eli, really. But also christ, Gavin, stop being so cute?? Hank runs his hand through his hair, massaging his scalp again.

Ah, yes, his tattoo... ]

This was before I met Beth.

Yep, pretty much. I know I'm my own twisted tangle of issues too.

[ He loves his brother to the ends of the earth but... yeah. You don't make an entire race of individuals if you're mentally well adjusted, do you?

Gavin purrs and leans in more, tracing the ink more. ]

I've always wondered what it meant to you. If you wanna share, I mean.

[ He's got his own tattoo, the watercolor red flowers in between his shoulder blades for his grandma. Nobody really sees it that much, but he doesn't hide who it's for. ]

Well, you're still good, so don't worry about it.

[ He grabs a bottle and starts scrubbing conditioner into Gavin's hair. Yes, Hank owns conditioner now. You can thank Connor for that.

He's quite enjoying Gavin's hands on him. He smiles. ]

I was... uh. It's a long story. I was fresh out of college, wanted something that would stick around.

[ He's glossing over some stuff, maybe. Probably. ]

[ Ooh, conditioner, how fancy. It's very hard to not just melt under his hands, but he does keep up the little touches of his own. Just touch your mate all over, map his skin with your hands. Fuck. He loves him so much.

Gavin snickers. ]

Makes sense. It's definitely eye catching.

[ They've got enough time together now that he'll find out the story, there's no rush. ]

[ Conditioner and a head massage, boy, they're both gonna take such long showers now. It's great. ]

Yeah, I didn't have much to lose, you know? DPD don't care if you've got ink or what.

[ Hank shrugs and keeps touching him. Touching his mate is all kinds of soothing, he could probably do it all day, actually. ]

I guess I wanted to stand out.

Which you already do by being so goddamn tall.

[ He's teasing out of love. Ooh look, a bar of soap. Gavin grabs it and starts rubbing it across Hank's chest and shoulders. Soap up your boo.

Gavin let's out a little rumble then yawns a little. ]

Between all that and the hot water, fuck. Gonna sleep well tonight.

[ Hank hums. Mmm, that's nice. He hasn't felt this content in a while. Having a mate is pretty fucking sweet. ]

Yeah, same here. Didn't think I'd manage it, what with almost losing you, but... shit. This is corny.

[ Hank rests his arms on Gavin's shoulders, smiling at him softly. ]

Having you here with me, knowing you're safe... that's all I need.

[ Aw... and here he was just making a quip about the rowdy, wall slamming sex they'd just had. Hank, you big softie. Not that Gavin's any better, his expression softening as well. ]

Yeah? Me too. [ He leans up to kiss him sweetly, soap and water be damned. ] Got everything I need right here.

[ Well, and the cat. ]

[ He's a big, giant softie, don't let anybody else know, ok. Well, Connor knows. But no one else!! ]

Yeah.

[ Hank kisses back, tender and gentle and soft. Wow. He's gonna combust with all this sweet bullshit. Is he turning red from the heat or embarrassment?? He pulls back and clears his throat. Oh, yeah, he's bright red. ]

Uh, we should... I'm getting all pruny, let's hurry this up.

Yes, let's. [ He takes them both under the water again for one final rinse. And brings up his hands to cup Hank's adorably red face. ]

Anyone ever tell you you're cute as hell when you blush? [ And then he leans up to lay another smooch on him. ]

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