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Hank and Connor had been officially dating for a month or two now.
And what an incredible few months it had been.
The dates had all been amazing. Hank found himself planning a new one every weekend he could; he couldn’t get enough of Connor. The feeling must have been mutual because Connor always agreed with poorly veiled enthusiasm.
To make things even better, Connor was around all the time. He practically lived there—he easily spent as much time at his own house as he did at Hank’s, if not more.
Having Connor around also meant that Hank was taking more care of himself. Hank went back to the gym and that combined with Connor’s cooking had him feeling incredible. The fact that he looked healthier than he had in six years was a huge bonus too. He had so much more energy.
Which paid off in a lot of ways—he had a six year old, a demanding job, etc. But it also paid off exceptionally well for the very reason it was paying off that morning…
They were under the blanket, both a touch too warm, their sweat mingling together as Hank fucked into him—hard, but not too fast, lest the bedframe rock. They were trying to be quiet.
Connor looked godly underneath him; the particularly unruly parts of his hair stuck and splayed against his damp forehead, a beautiful red flushed through his cheeks, eyebrows drawn in tight, mouth hanging open—they’d gotten good at being quiet, but each thrust punched a sweet, soft gasp out of him that he couldn’t hold back. He had one arm fisted in the hair at the nape of Hank’s neck, the other gripping the headboard behind him; Hank wondered briefly if it was because he felt the need to anchor himself to avoid his head being knocked into it from the impact, or if he was doing his best to keep the whole frame steady so it didn’t hit against the wall. Maybe both—Connor was an efficient man, after all.
Somehow Hank managed to take his eyes off Connor to glance at the clock. Their alarm would be going off in six minutes. They needed to wrap this up.
Hank shoved the blanket off them, leaning back on his heels so he could get a good hold on Connor’s hip, yanking him closer and deepening the impact.
That one forced a strained moan out of him, and Connor had to throw his hand over his mouth to prevent another.
Sumo whined by the door now that he saw they were awake, wanting to go out. “Hush, Sumo.” Hank grunted.
Sumo whined again, louder, bordering on the risk of turning into a bark. One that would most definitely wake up the kid.
Connor grabbed the pillow next to him and tossed it over at Sumo—it didn’t even hit him, just hit the door next to him, but it was enough to curve his interest.
Hank and Connor both laughed breathlessly and briefly at that and the whole thing was so goddamn domestic that Hank wondered how he could feel such tender love for him at a time like this.
With the dog silenced and those big, red numbers on the clock dwindling down to reveal they only had three minutes left, Hank planted his heels and quickened the pace, thankful for Connor’s wordless sportsmanship as he gripped the bed frame with both hands now, focusing more on keeping it from hitting the wall with the improved pace, having no choice but to bite into his bottom lip in that most enticing way to silence himself. He couldn’t remain completely silent, each collision drew out a slight whimper from somewhere in his throat, but it wasn’t loud enough to carry out of the room.
It was when they had less than two minutes left that Connor came, head thrown to the side, biting into his own shaking arm to keep the noise under control.
Obviously, when he watched that happen, Hank followed closely behind—finishing right as the buzzer of the alarm tore through the room.
Hank flopped his hand over on the slim button, silencing it, remembering a time when these alarm clocks were big, bulky things.
Connor sighed, satisfied. Hank pulled out of him gently and rubbed his hands affectionately up his thighs, sparing a moment to just look at him.
Flushed and exhausted, covered in some combination of both of their sweat, his own mess on his stomach, Hank’s inside him. The view was damn good this morning and it had nothing to do with the brilliantly pink sunrise just out the window.
“God, look at you…” Hank mumbled lowly, feeling his dick twitch again already. Whether it was from getting in good shape or just dating Connor for the past few months, Hank wasn’t sure, but his stamina was the highest it had ever been too.
Hank had barely begun to lean forward to give Connor a kiss when he was left stunned by the soft but firm onslaught of a pillow hitting the side of his head. He hadn’t even realized Connor had picked up another one and hit him with it, he had been too focused on getting to his lips.
Connor grinned, looking quite triumphant at Hank’s confusion. “Do not get horny again.” he demanded. “You need to go get Cole up. And since I now need to deal with both of our messes, you can make breakfast for once too.”
Hank could already hear Cole’s protests: “but Daddy, Connor’s breakfast is better”.
“You’re sure you don’t want me to help clean you up?” Hank asked.
Connor sat up, giving him a quick kiss. “I’ve got it. We’re on a time crunch. Next time you decide we’re gonna take care of your morning wood, could you wake me up maybe ten minutes earlier?” he complained, but there wasn’t a shred of actual annoyance in it.
“We finished on time.” Hank informed, quite proudly, with a smirk.
“Barely.”
“Well, I didn’t hear any complaints.” he teased, pressing another kiss to his lips, his smirk widening with the memory of Connor waking up and very eagerly assisting with Hank’s ‘predicament’.
Connor rolled his eyes, but didn’t dignify that with a response—clearly because he didn’t have one.
While Connor headed for the shower, Hank pulled on his pants and went to Cole’s room. He opened the door slowly, finding him still sleeping soundly. “Hey buddy.” he whispered from the doorway, flicking on the light. Cole immediately stirred, wiping his little sleepy eyes. “Time to get up, okay?”
“Okay.” he squeaked, sitting up with a yawn. “Good morning.”
“Morning, sweetheart. I’m gonna go get dressed and Connor’s in the shower. Can you hold it until he’s done?” Hank knew Cole wasn’t four anymore, he was totally capable of holding his pee for fifteen minutes while Connor took a shower, but he couldn’t help himself—old habits die hard.
Cole nodded, only half awake. “Yes.” he muttered.
Hank smiled. “Alright, bud.” he gave the doorjamb a pat before turning and heading out, straight for the bathroom.
When he opened the door, Connor poked his head out from behind the curtain, relaxing when he saw Hank. “Is he up?”
“He’s up.” Hank confirmed, wandering over to the sink. He’d worked up a sweat, he would need lots of assistance today—face wash, extra deodorant, probably would even have to steal some of Connor’s dry shampoo.
Or so he thought. His game plan fell away whenever he felt Connor’s wet hand grab his shoulder. “Get in here. You stink.”
“You’re such a gentle, kind presence in my life.” Hank said sarcastically as he stripped, not able to keep the splitting smile off his face as Connor laughed out loud at that.
The laughter continued as Hank made sure to pinch and grab at Connor plenty when he stepped in the shower, getting his sweet revenge.
They were definitely a bit behind schedule so Hank promised Cole some breakfast on the way—which Cole was thrilled about, because that meant donuts from a drive through coffee stand.
Once Cole was situated in the car seat, Hank turned to Connor. “I’ll get you a coffee and breakfast.”
Connor stood by the driver side of his own car, parked right by Hank’s. “Thanks.” he said distractedly, fussing with all the dog hair on his clothes. “Do you have the lint roller?”
“I do.” Hank said, digging around the floorboard of the passenger side until he found where it had been tossed aside last time Connor was in his car. He handed it over, something warm in his chest as he watched Connor roller himself off. Their lives were so entwined—and Connor never once complained about Hank having a kid or a dog or a tight schedule. He just planted himself right in, Hell, thrived in it even.
He was just happy to be with Hank, regardless of what that looked like. It wasn’t an honor Hank took lightly.
“Sure you won’t just ride with us this morning?” Hank offered.
“Can’t.” Connor said with a sympathetic smile. “Gotta swing by my apartment and feed Cheese and check on Franky.”
“Franky?” Hank asked dumbly.
Connor looked at him like he was stupid. “Gavin’s cat?”
“Oh right,” Hank said with a roll of his eyes. The most unfortunate thing in Hank’s life was Connor and Gavin’s weird friendship. They’d gotten close enough that Connor was currently watching Gavin’s cat for him while he was on vacation.
Hank could still recall the day Gavin told him they got her, showing Connor pictures on his phone. Hank had leaned over nosily to take a look. She was a little but fat thing, covered in little patchwork-like markings (Gavin would later inform him she was a calico and tell him to ‘read a book for once’ ).
“What’s her name?” Connor had asked, smiling at the photo.
“Franky.” Gavin informed, a slight twist of a smile on his face despite his efforts to stop it.
Hank had been so delighted that he caught on to the reference so quickly, eagerly blurting out. “Short for Frankenstein?”
His elation didn’t last long when both Connor and Gavin had looked at him like he was the dumbest man alive and had said, quite creepily, in perfect unison: “Frankenstein’s Monster. ”
Hank didn’t approve of their friendship.
Hank snapped out of the memory when Connor went to hand him the lint roller back, hesitating. “Y’know what? I’m gonna hold onto this.”
Hank grinned. “Probably a good idea, I doubt you’ll get past Franky unscathed.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Connor nodded.
“I’ll see you at work.” Hank murmured, cupping his face as he kissed him.
When they pulled away, Connor gave him a dreamy smile. “See you there.”
Hank and Connor separated, albeit reluctantly, and got into their respective cars. Hank let Connor pull out of the drive first, watching his perfectly cleaned and waxed Altima disappear onto the road; it put every other car on the block to shame, all of them lousy with dried mud and streaks. Hank’s included.
“Connor’s car is shiny.” Cole said from the backseat, apparently having the same thought.
“It is, huh?” Hank laughed as he got his started and drove out after him, catching up to him at a stop sign.
“Can I wave to him?!” Cole practically screamed, already fumbling to roll down his window.
“Yes. Jesus.” Hank muttered, not expecting his kid to start screaming in the back seat.
Hank honked so Connor wouldn’t drive off while Cole was getting his window down. Connor stuck his head out the window, looking back at Hank incredulously.
A smile immediately found his face when Cole leaned out the window, waving excitedly. “Bye, Connor!”
“Bye, Cole.” Connor laughed, waving to him. He grinned briefly at Hank before settling back in and driving off, him turning right, Hank turning left.
Hank couldn’t get the smile off his face; it definitely wasn’t helped by Cole’s excited giggling in the backseat.
His life was pretty simple these days. And he couldn’t be happier.
He didn’t want anything to change.
Things were changing.
“You have to got to be shitting me.” Hank grumbled.
Hank and Connor sat in Fowler’s office; Connor looked as composed as ever, but Hank was not taking the news as gracefully. How could he be expected to? Fowler was trying to tell them Connor was going to be reassigned to a different partner.
“It’s just for a few weeks until Gavin gets back, and then the rookie goes under his wing. You guys will be back together in no time.” Fowler explained, already sick of Hank’s complaining.
“A few weeks is not ‘no time’.” Hank argued. “Why does it have to be Connor that trains him?!”
“Because he’s the best detective we’ve got and you know that.” he snapped. Hank couldn’t exactly argue.
Connor had made quite a name for himself. One of their youngest and only been at the department for about six months, give or take. But every scene he stepped onto got solved, and got solved quickly. He had an eye for this sort of thing that Hank hadn’t seen in a long time.
It could be a bit frustrating sometimes—everyone knew Connor now, and Hank wasn’t exactly fond of sharing. Nothing was worse than finding out some random girl in another department had a crush on him. Connor disregarded Hank as “jealous”. Hank chose to use other words—protective, territorial, maybe a tad possessive. But not jealous.
But all that aside, he was incredibly proud of Connor.
“I’d be glad to help. Thanks, chief.” Connor said pointedly, not giving Hank a chance to start arguing again.
“Thank you, Connor.” Fowler grumbled, not even slightly hiding the dirty look he gave Hank.
Hank was going to lightheartedly flip him off, but Connor noticed and grabbed his wrist, dragging him out of the office. “Can you act your age one singular time?” he huffed the moment the door shut behind them.
“I am.” Hank shrugged. “Old and cranky.”
“Not old enough to yell at your boss. Try again in thirty-five years when you’re off your rocker.” Connor spat.
“You have high expectations for my life span.” Hank said with a grin as they headed over to their desks.
Connor sat on Hank’s desk, as he always did, while Hank sunk into his chair. “And I’m always right, aren’t I?”
“Sure.” Hank rolled his eyes, but he was fighting a smile. “When does the newbie get here?”
“Tomorrow.” Connor sighed.
“This is the fuckin’ worst…” Hank grumbled.
Connor kicked his shoe lightly. “It’s only for a little while.”
“I know, but it’s always you and I, y’know? It’s just gonna be… weird.”
“I know.” Connor relented, his tone softening. “I’m not going to like it either.”
Hank sighed heavily, propping his head up in his hand rather dramatically. He turned his gaze up to Connor, managing the best puppy dog eyes a gruff man in his 50’s could. “Will you at least come over for dinner tonight?”
Connor grinned down at him. “Are you just gonna order pizza if I don’t?”
“Probably.”
Connor sighed, but he definitely didn’t look too bummed about it. “Then I guess I have to.”
Hank smirked. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Connor just shrugged, looking quite smug. “I know you will.”
Hank watched as he got up to go sit at his own desk and get to work.
His heart dropped a bit thinking about how he wouldn’t be enjoying that sight for a few weeks…
Just a few weeks. He reminded himself.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it.