[ Look at that tender expression on his face. He really did miss this. Gavin hangs up his phone and sighs, running his hands down his face and pulling it every which way for a moment. ]
Yep. Just as long as it's not my folks I'm fine with it. [ He huffs and gets up, putting his phone down on the back of the toilet. ] So Grandma's gonna send us some stuff, sounds like a werewolf care package. And she said if you ever have any questions you can call her.
[ He peels off his towel and starts heading back into the tub, this time for a proper shower. ] She knows English, for the record, she just refuses to speak it to us.
[ Hank had heard about this stuff but he was laying low for so long that it... never really pinged his radar to go looking. Were there even any witches in Detroit? Maybe he'll keep her in mind.
It's weirdly nice, feeling like he can reach out to Gavin's family. It makes it all feel real. Oh, yeah, they're definitely married. ]
That'll help, though. I don't wanna keep fucking up, not now that I've got you to take care of.
Guess she is. I just thought all grandmas were like that when I was a kid.
[ Before he turns on the shower head he tugs Hank over for a quick little smooch. ] Temporary hiatus on the ass touching until we get whatever she'd sending to keep Eli from having a nervous breakdown, alas. At least he can't say we've never done anything for him
[ He closes the curtain and then peeks his head right back out. ] And you haven't been fucking up, babe. It's fine.
[ All grandmas are witches? What kind of childhood did you have, Gavin? Hank laughs, shoulders slumping a bit at the ban on getting busy. To be fair, he can kinda get it. He might not like Elijah Kamski all that much, but the guy did save Gavin's life. Probably the least they can do is take it easy for a bit. ]
He oughta be sending us a care package, in that case.
[ Hank makes his way to the mirror and grabs some shaving cream. Gotta keep the look fresh for his hubby, ok? ]
Glad you think so. [ He smirks. Can't totally work out the self-deprecation overnight, sadly. ] It'd help if I knew what the fuck I was doing.
[ He turns the shower on and laughs. ] Yeah, send us a PlayStation or something.
[ Ooh, he smells that shaving cream... rude to shave when he can't watch, Hank. So rude. Meanwhile Gavin finishes cleaning himself up from their little escapades and gives himself a good scrub with the soap. He's gotten pretty good at fast showers over the years.
He finishes up and shuts it all off, opening the curtain back up and grabbing the towel. ]
Well, sounds like she's gonna send you a werewolf handbook or something. She's always obnoxiously thorough. You should've seen these sweaters she knitted for us when we were kids.
[ Hank snorts. A PlayStation? See, Gavin you're a kid. Just admit it.
But look, okay, a man's gotta shave and Hank's become pretty meticulous about his appearance now that he has someone to look nice for. He smiles from the sink, wiping his his face and looking much more trimmed. Hey, at least being mated has done wonders for his skin. ]
I bet you were fucking adorable in your grandma's sweaters.
[ Like the millennial has any room to judge!! He wraps the towel around his waist and climbs out of the shower.
Aw, look at that handsome guy. Gavin heads over and runs a hand across his bearded cheek, grinning. ]
I was super fucking cute. I'm sure she'll send some pictures. [ With that, he leans up to smooch him sweetly. ] Since we're in naked timeout, I think I'll head to my place and pick up some things.
[ He's gonna judge because he's a millennial, rest assured. He loves Gavin for all his stupid gen-Zness. And for his cute touch and tight ass. ]
Can't wait to see that. [ Hank leans into that smooch, grinning like he hasn't grinned in the last couple years. ] Sounds like a plan. Want me to drive you to the station, or give you a ride? Your car's still on the lot, but I could probably have Connor grab it for you.
Ah, that smile... enough to make him really feel like he's gonna live forever. He's leaning in to plant a few more on him before... oh right. His eyes widen a little. ]
Oh shit, my car, you're right. Wow, yesterday was a fucking blur. [ He rubs between his eyes as if he's suddenly fully remembering. ] Yeah, uh, should probably go get it. Be easier that way.
[ Connor's a good friend. And apparently their up and coming pack witch? Who knew.
He looks at the hand on his shoulder then back up at Hank, a genuinely soft and tender expression pulling at his face. Shit... he's really happy. Gavin leans in and wraps his arms around Hank's neck, pulling him in for a hug. ]
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[ Look at that tender expression on his face. He really did miss this. Gavin hangs up his phone and sighs, running his hands down his face and pulling it every which way for a moment. ]
Yep. Just as long as it's not my folks I'm fine with it. [ He huffs and gets up, putting his phone down on the back of the toilet. ] So Grandma's gonna send us some stuff, sounds like a werewolf care package. And she said if you ever have any questions you can call her.
[ He peels off his towel and starts heading back into the tub, this time for a proper shower. ] She knows English, for the record, she just refuses to speak it to us.
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[ Hank had heard about this stuff but he was laying low for so long that it... never really pinged his radar to go looking. Were there even any witches in Detroit? Maybe he'll keep her in mind.
It's weirdly nice, feeling like he can reach out to Gavin's family. It makes it all feel real. Oh, yeah, they're definitely married. ]
That'll help, though. I don't wanna keep fucking up, not now that I've got you to take care of.
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[ Before he turns on the shower head he tugs Hank over for a quick little smooch. ] Temporary hiatus on the ass touching until we get whatever she'd sending to keep Eli from having a nervous breakdown, alas. At least he can't say we've never done anything for him
[ He closes the curtain and then peeks his head right back out. ] And you haven't been fucking up, babe. It's fine.
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[ All grandmas are witches? What kind of childhood did you have, Gavin? Hank laughs, shoulders slumping a bit at the ban on getting busy. To be fair, he can kinda get it. He might not like Elijah Kamski all that much, but the guy did save Gavin's life. Probably the least they can do is take it easy for a bit. ]
He oughta be sending us a care package, in that case.
[ Hank makes his way to the mirror and grabs some shaving cream. Gotta keep the look fresh for his hubby, ok? ]
Glad you think so. [ He smirks. Can't totally work out the self-deprecation overnight, sadly. ] It'd help if I knew what the fuck I was doing.
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[ Ooh, he smells that shaving cream... rude to shave when he can't watch, Hank. So rude. Meanwhile Gavin finishes cleaning himself up from their little escapades and gives himself a good scrub with the soap. He's gotten pretty good at fast showers over the years.
He finishes up and shuts it all off, opening the curtain back up and grabbing the towel. ]
Well, sounds like she's gonna send you a werewolf handbook or something. She's always obnoxiously thorough. You should've seen these sweaters she knitted for us when we were kids.
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[ Hank snorts. A PlayStation? See, Gavin you're a kid. Just admit it.
But look, okay, a man's gotta shave and Hank's become pretty meticulous about his appearance now that he has someone to look nice for. He smiles from the sink, wiping his his face and looking much more trimmed. Hey, at least being mated has done wonders for his skin. ]
I bet you were fucking adorable in your grandma's sweaters.
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Aw, look at that handsome guy. Gavin heads over and runs a hand across his bearded cheek, grinning. ]
I was super fucking cute. I'm sure she'll send some pictures. [ With that, he leans up to smooch him sweetly. ] Since we're in naked timeout, I think I'll head to my place and pick up some things.
[ A pause. ] Like Mordy. I need that damn cat.
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Can't wait to see that. [ Hank leans into that smooch, grinning like he hasn't grinned in the last couple years. ] Sounds like a plan. Want me to drive you to the station, or give you a ride? Your car's still on the lot, but I could probably have Connor grab it for you.
[ Yes, Connor can hack cars. ]
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Ah, that smile... enough to make him really feel like he's gonna live forever. He's leaning in to plant a few more on him before... oh right. His eyes widen a little. ]
Oh shit, my car, you're right. Wow, yesterday was a fucking blur. [ He rubs between his eyes as if he's suddenly fully remembering. ] Yeah, uh, should probably go get it. Be easier that way.
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Yeah, we had a long fucking day. If anybody gets on your case about calling in sick, I'll deal with 'em.
[ Connor called it in for them because of course he did, he's Connor. ]
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He looks at the hand on his shoulder then back up at Hank, a genuinely soft and tender expression pulling at his face. Shit... he's really happy. Gavin leans in and wraps his arms around Hank's neck, pulling him in for a hug. ]
Love you.
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Awww, Gavin!! Hank hugs him tight, arms going up to press him close. His response is soft, but no less true. ]
I love you too.
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I'm fuckin' crazy about you. And we should... get going. Before we make Elijah really mad.
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Yeah. Let's get our asses into some pants.