[ Hank snorts. ] Least you're into it. [ He loves him though. He loves Gavin so much. Poor Kamski is gonna be so pissed once he can pick himself up off the floor. ]
Alright, let's get you cleaned up, babe.
[ Hank sits up and stretches, rolling his shoulders and turning his head before he turns back around to carefully pick up Gavin. Bridal carry because of course, he knows how to be gentle. And admittedly he could probably carry Gavin one-handed, his alpha strength is definitely Here. ]
I'm gonna start the water, you good with just hanging on?
[ Hank smiles, only grumbling a little as Gavin's kisses distract him from his very important work of readying the bath. The water doesn't take long to heat up at least, and Hank's got no trouble holding onto Gavin. It actually feels really nice to have him so close like this. Geez, are you guys ever gonna be able to stay apart? Probably not. This honeymoon thing sure doesn't show any signs of slowing down. ]
[ Gonna be stuck together figuratively and literally quite a lot, it seems. He grins and dips a foot daintily into the water when he prompts, nodding. ]
Feels great. Now where are the bubbles, candles and mood music huh? [ He's being a shit. Dunk him, Hank. ]
[ Hank snorts, easing Gavin into the tub without stopping to let Gavin get used to it. And his head? Yeah, it's going underwater. Yeah, get used to a couple hundred years like this, Ezra. ]
There you go, princess. Now scoot -- make some room.
[ He laughs until he's dunked, although he looks thoroughly amused under the water. He surges up and wipes at his eyes, grinning. ]
Of course, your majesty. [ He scoots up so Hank can get behind him... you know he wants to lean into that big chest and soft tum. They both can probably just barely fit in here, two fully grown men broad in different areas. (Even though Hank has more leg than he does.) ]
[ Yeah, it's gonna be a tight squeeze no matter what, but Gavin makes Hank feel less embarrassed about this kind of thing. He seems to enjoy it, and for once, Hank doesn't have to disagree. He scoots in behind Gavin and sits down, legs and arms spread to envelop his beta. His legs barely fit but he's used to that. ]
[ He's still just grinning like a loon. Once Hank settles in, he scoots back and leans against his chest. Yes... good. Very good. He turns his head and shifts a little so he can kiss him proper. ]
Super comfy. [ With that, he dunks his hands in the water and brings them up to start rubbing at some of the blood still in Hank's beard. Something about helping clean his alpha... ]
[ Hank grins right back, enjoying the warm weight of Gavin's back and the sweet view of his neck. It's nice. Gavin's not exactly super short, but Hank is a big dude. The size difference really makes him feel like he can keep gavin safe with his body if he needed to.
Although he'd rather do other things with it, but he's no spring chicken. Even werewolves need a breather, and he's very much enjoying Gavin's hands in his beard. He starts to purr -- I mean, who doesn't love scritches? ]
[ Gavin's got a pretty good back, he'd definitely agree. Good definition, muscles and that tattoo making it something worth staring at. But Hank is Big and Gavin's been high key to low key quaking about it for literally years. Yet here he is... believe in your dreams.
He chuckles and keeps it up, unable to stop himself for leaning in and planting a smooch on his lips. ]
Maybe sometime I can give you one of those full body massages. Happy ending and everything.
[ Gavin's solid and strong and good for giving full-body hugs to. Hank's eyes flutter shut as Gavin keeps up the attention. Shit, he loves this. Who knew he could ever actually feel happy? Without intrusive thoughts to fuck with him? Incredible.
Hank wraps his arms around Gavin's midsection, leaning into him and smiling. He chuckles, that same rumbling in his chest deepening with the sound. ]
[ It's amazing, isn't it? He's got Hank and his brother back in his life... things are good. The best they've been since Gran died. And, yeah, he's a werewolf but semantics... it'll be fine. He's enjoying it, actually.
He scoots closer, goosebumps rising as he rumbles. Ah, he loves that sound. ]
Next day off. 'Cause we do have to go to work at some point, y'know.
[ The werewolf thing sucks way less when you don't have to do it alone, apparently. Who knew? ]
Jeff's gonna keep us both strapped to our desks for taking this much sick leave.
[ Hank snorts though. Fowler knows werewolf shit is a special case. He'd give them as much sick days as they needed, but Hank knows better than to push it too much. Plus, he respects Fowler.
He doesn't respect Elijah Kamski though, much as he might feel weirdly drawn to him what with being his mate's twin and all. ]
You think he'll send an android after us if you just never pick up?
Chloe's gonna come haul our naked asses out of the tub, probably. [ He's joking but... she might. Chloe's strong.
He goes back to scritching and smooching at Hank. He drags his hands down to his chest, tracing at his tattoo. ]
Take it from the guy who grew up with him, if you ignore him enough he gets bored and goes away. Wind gets taken outta his sails if he doesn't have an audience.
Yep. That's what happens when you're a lazy, spoiled crybaby. [ Yes that is Ezra's view of Elijah, the crybaby part is the most important. Oh the things little brothers know...
He reaches for some shampoo and since his own hair is wet, he starts to soap himself up. ]
Dunk your head, unless you want me to to turn the shower head on.
[ Hank laughs as soon as Gavin dunks him -- wow, they are such adults. But god, if it isn't the lightest Hank has felt in years. Hank shakes his head, splashing water everywhere (and on gavin, which is the goal here.) He doesn't even care that they're making more of a mess than Sumo usually does at bath time. Whatever!! He's spending time with his mate, it's all good.
The phone goes on ignored. Elijah must be pissed. ]
Yep. [ God they're insatiable... he starts to scoop up some water and run it through Hank's hair, humming a little. This is perfect...
...and then the phone rings again and it's an entirely different (and new) ringtone. Gavin's eyes shoot open and he dunks his head into the water like he was just told to watch out for flying bullets. He emerges and runs his hands through his wet hair. ]
Oh for fuck's sake, Eli— [ He climbs out of the bath, grabs a towel for his waist, and rushes back into Hank's room and answers the phone.
In Polish. ] Grandma! It's not too late for you, is it?
[ Well, that's sure a lot. Hank went from awesome head massage to -- well, he's not sure who or what Gavin's talking to, but it must be pretty serious. A family member, maybe?
Family. Hank knows what that's like. He just shakes his head and finishes rinsing off his hair. He has a feeling this phone call could get long. ]
Yeah, it's fine. Grandma. [ He heads back into the bathroom and settles down on the toilet, figuring this will take a bit and he doesn't wanna just drip in Hank's room. ]
So Elijah tells me you two finally believe our family's twin connections!!
[ Gavin sighs and rubs between his eyes. ]
Yes, Grandma, I've been meaning to call you... wait, is Eli on the line too?
I am. Since someone couldn't wait to stop having sex with his werewolf husband, I had to take matters into my own hands.
[ He sounds very pleased with himself, but there's a tell-tale edge of frustration to his voice that Ezra should recognize easily. ]
That Kamski? Damn, you got roped into a family conference call, huh?
[ Hank chuckles. Maybe he should get out of here and get dressed. Lord knows, his senses are definitely gonna pick up on everything being said, even if it is in Polish. ]
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Alright, let's get you cleaned up, babe.
[ Hank sits up and stretches, rolling his shoulders and turning his head before he turns back around to carefully pick up Gavin. Bridal carry because of course, he knows how to be gentle. And admittedly he could probably carry Gavin one-handed, his alpha strength is definitely Here. ]
I'm gonna start the water, you good with just hanging on?
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Gavin purrs when he's scooped up, wrapping his arms around Hank's neck and nuzzling close. ]
Hubba hubba. I'll hold on as long as you need. [ So cheeky. He just keeps smooching at Hank as he gets the bath running, not being helpful at all. ]
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Figured you might.
[ Hank smiles, only grumbling a little as Gavin's kisses distract him from his very important work of readying the bath. The water doesn't take long to heat up at least, and Hank's got no trouble holding onto Gavin. It actually feels really nice to have him so close like this. Geez, are you guys ever gonna be able to stay apart? Probably not. This honeymoon thing sure doesn't show any signs of slowing down. ]
Go ahead and feel. Lemme know if that's too hot.
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Feels great. Now where are the bubbles, candles and mood music huh? [ He's being a shit. Dunk him, Hank. ]
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There you go, princess. Now scoot -- make some room.
[ He wasn't gonna let you bathe alone, pal. ]
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Of course, your majesty. [ He scoots up so Hank can get behind him... you know he wants to lean into that big chest and soft tum. They both can probably just barely fit in here, two fully grown men broad in different areas. (Even though Hank has more leg than he does.) ]
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[ Yeah, it's gonna be a tight squeeze no matter what, but Gavin makes Hank feel less embarrassed about this kind of thing. He seems to enjoy it, and for once, Hank doesn't have to disagree. He scoots in behind Gavin and sits down, legs and arms spread to envelop his beta. His legs barely fit but he's used to that. ]
Comfy?
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Super comfy. [ With that, he dunks his hands in the water and brings them up to start rubbing at some of the blood still in Hank's beard. Something about helping clean his alpha... ]
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Although he'd rather do other things with it, but he's no spring chicken. Even werewolves need a breather, and he's very much enjoying Gavin's hands in his beard. He starts to purr -- I mean, who doesn't love scritches? ]
Mmm, that's good.
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He chuckles and keeps it up, unable to stop himself for leaning in and planting a smooch on his lips. ]
Maybe sometime I can give you one of those full body massages. Happy ending and everything.
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Hank wraps his arms around Gavin's midsection, leaning into him and smiling. He chuckles, that same rumbling in his chest deepening with the sound. ]
That sounds pretty fucking good.
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He scoots closer, goosebumps rising as he rumbles. Ah, he loves that sound. ]
Next day off. 'Cause we do have to go to work at some point, y'know.
[ Then, the phone rings. Gavin rolls his eyes. ]
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Jeff's gonna keep us both strapped to our desks for taking this much sick leave.
[ Hank snorts though. Fowler knows werewolf shit is a special case. He'd give them as much sick days as they needed, but Hank knows better than to push it too much. Plus, he respects Fowler.
He doesn't respect Elijah Kamski though, much as he might feel weirdly drawn to him what with being his mate's twin and all. ]
You think he'll send an android after us if you just never pick up?
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He goes back to scritching and smooching at Hank. He drags his hands down to his chest, tracing at his tattoo. ]
Take it from the guy who grew up with him, if you ignore him enough he gets bored and goes away. Wind gets taken outta his sails if he doesn't have an audience.
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[ Hank laughs, still obviously pleased with the attention he's getting. God, he's lucky. Best beta ever.
If Gavin's not worried, then he won't be. Gavin knows Kamski best, after all. ]
Somehow that doesn't surprise me. The guy probably invented androids so he could get validation from his own people.
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He reaches for some shampoo and since his own hair is wet, he starts to soap himself up. ]
Dunk your head, unless you want me to to turn the shower head on.
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Not exactly a lot of room here, Gav. [ He's way too tall for this tub. ] You might have to help me out.
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[ They're making a mess, but down you go big guy. Whatever, they'll mop up the tile later. Splish splash, bitch.
The phone is still ringing. Get over it, Eli, he doesn't want to hear you whine about a boner. ]
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The phone goes on ignored. Elijah must be pissed. ]
That wet enough for you?
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Yep, perfect. Just the way I like 'im.
[ Scrub, scrub. The phone finally stops and Gavin snickers. ]
See, what did I tell you?
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Who cares about the phone, anyway? ]
Hm? Oh, yeah. He oughta know we're busy anyway.
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...and then the phone rings again and it's an entirely different (and new) ringtone. Gavin's eyes shoot open and he dunks his head into the water like he was just told to watch out for flying bullets. He emerges and runs his hands through his wet hair. ]
Oh for fuck's sake, Eli— [ He climbs out of the bath, grabs a towel for his waist, and rushes back into Hank's room and answers the phone.
In Polish. ] Grandma! It's not too late for you, is it?
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Family. Hank knows what that's like. He just shakes his head and finishes rinsing off his hair. He has a feeling this phone call could get long. ]
Everything okay?
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So Elijah tells me you two finally believe our family's twin connections!!
[ Gavin sighs and rubs between his eyes. ]
Yes, Grandma, I've been meaning to call you... wait, is Eli on the line too?
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I am. Since someone couldn't wait to stop having sex with his werewolf husband, I had to take matters into my own hands.
[ He sounds very pleased with himself, but there's a tell-tale edge of frustration to his voice that Ezra should recognize easily. ]
That Kamski? Damn, you got roped into a family conference call, huh?
[ Hank chuckles. Maybe he should get out of here and get dressed. Lord knows, his senses are definitely gonna pick up on everything being said, even if it is in Polish. ]
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