Hooked

by SamuraiMina

Summary:

Hank and Connor finally go on that date, after months of the younger man trying to take their relationship to the next level, not content with just being Cole's babysitter anymore. Things quickly heat up when Connor brings them back to his place...

Notes:

Soooo, yeah, this is very much a mature continuation of those two other stories. Less fluffy (even though I'm still a sucker for happy endings), and very much hot and steamy.. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Hank felt like this was all a bit surreal. He watched as Connor walked in front of him, careful not to fall off the sidewalk, his hands on each side trying to keep his balance. He acted so carefree, it was intoxicating, and the lieutenant felt his heart rejuvenate in the presence of his youthfulness. Around him, he didn’t feel like an old fart anymore. He seemed to recover his past energy, his innocence. Each moment passed with him was like a new adventure, and he experienced all sorts of new feelings he never knew he was capable of having.

This was way more than a simple crush. He wanted to wake up next to him every morning, showering his face and body with kisses. He yearned to pet his head as they lied on the couch together, content in the other’s presence. He wanted Cole to view him as not just his babysitter, but as his dad’s partner. 

After Connor had suggested he stops getting paid for babysitting, Hank almost had a heart attack. For a second, he had thought the young man wanted to quit his job, and never show up to his house ever again. Turned out though that he simply wanted to spend more time with them as a friend of the family. 

They had spent more times than he could count at the park, in his living room watching a movie together, or even at the amusement park, Cole included in all those activities. But not this time. This night was theirs to enjoy, without the six-year-old. Connor had found a new babysitter for him, his roommate called Markus, an art student, and so the two could finally spend some time together, just the two of them.

It had been a good five years now since he went on a date with anyone, his sorry ass of an ex leaving him with a barely one-year-old son to take care of. Good riddance, he had thought at the time, because why the hell did he even date her in the first place, seeing as she was such a bitch all the time? 

Anyway, he was kind of rusty with this, and let’s not forget he wasn’t used to going out with people half his age. He still had trouble understanding why Connor insisted they went out like this. And he was fairly certain this wasn’t just a friendly outing. Of course, there was the typical flirty behaviour he now associated with the brunet: always having an excuse to get closer and touch him, wink at him, or give him puppy-dog eyes. He told himself he acted this way with everyone. But also, when they went to a food truck to eat and Connor insisted on paying, the worker had said something about the both of them fighting over it like a married couple and that he should just let his older boyfriend pay for his expenses. He had chuckled and said he needed to return the favour sometimes. No denying about the going-out part. 

Even if summer was soon approaching, flowers blooming everywhere around them, it didn’t mean nights weren’t still cold. When a freezing breeze started to blow in their hair, he saw him shiver, goosebumps rising on his skin. Hank looked him up and down. Connor wasn’t wearing much, with his simple sweat shirt and shorts. Incredibly short shorts. So short in fact he could almost see his buttcheeks. How he wanted to sneak his fingers under and feel his plump flesh…

Trying to warm himself, Connor began to rub his arms. 

“Should we head home?”, Hank asked, frowning as a strong breeze picked up, even colder than before.

Connor sharply turned his head toward him and vividly shook his head, giving him a reassuring smile.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me!”

Hank scoffed, his sarcastic self emerging like second nature. 

“No wonder you’re cold, with your skimpy ass outfit.”

The newly graduate immediately lost his smile, a pout replacing it, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I just wanted to look good…”, he murmured under his breath, and if Hank wasn’t so close, he would have thought he imagined him saying it.

Now irritated, Connor walked up ahead, leaving the grey haired behind. Sighing, he followed, half-running to catch up.

“I’m sorry, you big baby! I was kidding, your clothes are fine! Maybe on the light side, but hey, who am I to judge.”

As he joined him, he bumped his shoulder with his to show he was only joking. Connor tried his best to stay mad, but he couldn’t resist his half-smirk, and caved in, playfully rolling his eyes and locking his arm with his. Hank stiffened at the gesture, too stunned to pull away or do anything except letting him drag him along. The younger man had always been more touchy-feely than he was, but it was the first time they touched for more than just a few seconds.

“There, this way I’ll keep warm,” he smugly said, as he eye-sided Hank, waiting for his reaction. 

He didn’t receive one other than a nod, as he refused to look at him, fearing he would catch on to how much being this close was affecting him. He couldn’t deny though that he had always had a high body temperature compared to other people. It could be pretty handy sometimes. Like right now, giving him an excuse to be close to the other man.

They walked around for a while, talking about Hank’s job and Connor’s future one. He had recently been hired by one of the local high schools to work there. Believe it or not, he had studied to become a teacher. When Hank asked him why the hell do you want to be around hormonal brats all the time , he laughed and said he wanted to guide them in life. After all, he had been inspired himself by one of his own high school teachers, after changing foster families for the third time that year and being at rock bottom, failing his classes and being isolated by his peers. Hank had trouble imagining him this way, since he’d always known him as a cheerful guy, always positive.

“What about you then, why did you decide to become an officer?”, Connor returned his interrogation, mischief never leaving his gaze. 

Hank shrugged.

“I don’t know, guess I wanted to prove something to myself.”

Connor raised an eyebrow as a silent question. The old man continued.

“My dad was kind of an asshole, always pulling me down and saying I wouldn’t become shit in life. Maybe I joined the law enforcement program as a way to piss him off, because he always said they were weak little fucks who couldn’t help anyone.”

For the first time, Hank saw anger in the brunet’s face.

“What a bad parent! He said that to his own son? I hope you went no contact with him as soon as you could!”

He blinked a couple of times at him before bursting out laughing at his outrage. It was nice for someone else to get mad on his behalf for once.

“Don’t worry, I cut him off the moment I slammed that door in his face when I turned 18. Doesn’t even know Cole exists, and I’m planning on keeping it that way.”

Connor nodded, satisfied.

“Good, the little man doesn’t need that kind of negativity in his life! And you’re doing a good job as a dad, I can guarantee you. You’re already teaching him to be gentle and caring.”

Hank faintly pushed him off again with his shoulder, though it was a bit difficult with how close they were, with his hand around his bicep.

“Look who’s talking, you’re more of a parent to him than I at this point! I swear, he only ever talks about you and won’t shut up about how you taught him this or showed him how to do that.”

Connor felt his whole face heat up at his confession, both embarrassed and proud at the same time. He tried to be a good role model to the kid, and it seemed to be working so far.

“It’s not hard though, Cole’s an angel. You’re the one who showed him how to treat people with compassion in the first place. You’re a great father, you know.”

He turned his head and for a moment, their eyes locked. It’s like time stopped between the two, and only they were real . Connor had difficulty swallowing, his fingers feeling the strong, but smooth skin under them. Hank took a deep breath, smelling a mixture of cologne and body wash emanating from him. At the same time, their eyes drifted to the other’s lips. 

And then, they heard a horn blow off in the distance, and they both jumped at the sound. The moment was broken, and they didn’t dare to look at the other for a while, continuing their path on the sidewalk.

After a while they came along a small park, with some trees and benches all around, and a fountain in the middle. Connor led them there, sitting down on a bench right in front of it. Hank naturally followed, and when his back hit the wood, Connor instinctively scouched closer, taking his left hand in his and intertwining their fingers, like it was the most natural thing for them to do. Hank didn’t say anything, but he felt his heart beat in his throat. He looked around to distract himself and suddenly had a realisation. A snort escaped him.

“Wanna know something funny?”

The younger man hummed, his eyes still focused on their joined skin, now tracing the wrinkles on the skin with his other hand. Despite himself, Hank shivered, a pleasant sensation cascading down his spine all the way to his guts.

“This is where I met my ex-wife.”

Connor’s hand flinched. The old man didn’t notice and continued talking, amusement all over his words.

“I was sitting on that bench over there,” he pointed to one a little further away from them, on the other side of the water, “when she came along, jogging. She took a break right in front of the fountain, and someone bumped into her, themself taking a jog around the park.”

The brunet’s body was frozen in place and his hand gripped tighter in his the more he related his story.

“Man, the face she made!”

He chuckled. Usually, Connor loved his laugh. But right now, he hated it, because it was directed at someone else, someone he once cared about.

“It must have been love at first sight, huh,” he commented, trying to hide his bitterness.

Hank laughed even harder, his voice mocking.

“Hell no! I was laughing my ass off and she approached me, soaked, telling me how much of an asshole she thought I was. Then, she stormed off, and I didn’t see her again until we met again at a bar a couple of weeks later.”

This reassured him a bit, especially since he was telling it all with a sort of detached aura, like it didn’t affect him at all. Like she wasn’t important anymore. 

“Did she recognise you?”

He grinned at him, malice sparkling in his eyes.

“Oh, you bet your sweet ass she did. And she wasn’t happy to see me, let me tell ya. But after a few drinks, we hooked up and fucked in my car. Afterwards, she insisted we see each other again, and we just started dating.”

Hank let out a sigh.

“I don’t know why I did though. She was always annoying, telling me how to live my life and how I should wipe my ass. I guess the sex was good, and that’s why I stayed for as long as I did. And when she told me she was pregnant, I couldn’t just leave her. In the end, she was the one who took off, and fucking thank god for that! Best thing that ever happened to me. The only good she brought into my life was Cole.”

It was now Connor’s turn to giggle, though his laughter quickly died down afterwards. His mind was running in a circle, trying to figure out something.

“Did you have other crazy exes like her?”, it seemed like he was simply trying to make conversation, but his intentions were far from uninterested. 

“I don’t think so? I’ve only had two serious relationships before her, and they lasted for a while - one six years, the other almost ten. They were more stable, that’s for sure.”

Connor nodded, then he talked again, his voice quieter, like he didn’t want him to hear.

“All women?”

Hank glanced at him, but he refused to meet his gaze. “Huh, yeah.”

The brunet gently let go of his hand with a simple “oh”. His features betrayed his emotions, and the lieutenant saw sadness cross his face. He wanted nothing more than to put a smile back on his lips, but he didn’t know how.

Connor put his hands back on his lap, his fingers nervously playing with each other. He felt tears building up in his eyes, but refused to let them fall.

“Well, that’s a bummer!”, he joked as he let out a dry laugh. “Guess great guys are always straight, right?”

He winked at him, but Hank could see there was no humour behind it. He looked him straight in the eyes, his gaze imperturbable. Connor was taken aback by its intensity.

“Who said I was?”, he demanded, deadpan.

Connor was speechless, his mouth slightly agape. He didn’t know what to respond, especially when Hank took back his hand in his, never breaking eye contact. His entire arm tingled, his breath hitching. It was like someone hit him in the stomach and stole all the oxygen in his lungs. He felt lightheaded.

“But I thought..”, he managed to stutter out.

Hank quietly chuckled, rubbing his thumb over his skin.

“Just because I’ve only ever dated women doesn’t mean I have never felt attraction to men. I can assure you, I don’t just look at straight porn.”

Too crude, his words made him blush, a pretty pink colour dusting his freckled cheeks. Hank liked that look on him. And he didn’t want it to disappear.

“Lately, I’ve watched some with young men who had deep brown hair and chestnut eyes.”

Connor’s brain stopped working. His flushed skin burned him, and he let out a strangled whine when Hank brought their intertwined hands to his mouth, his lips ghosting over the back, not quite kissing the surface. For once, he was the one putty in his arms.

“Want to know who they remind me of?”, he was the one now teasing him, a smirk playing on his lips. 

On autopilot, he nodded, and Hank didn’t answer him, his devilish handsome grin never leaving him. He wanted to scold him for messing with him so, but when the older man leaned forward to whisper in his ear, he didn’t dare even breathe.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Chapter 2

Summary:

Connor brings back Hank to his apartment, and they don't even have time to take off their shoes that they're all over each other.

Notes:

The part two you've all been waiting for, because I didn't give you the sexy time I promised in the tags yet! But rest assured, you'll be served in this one...

Connor was distracted, as he searched for the right key. Clumsily grabbing it, he put it in the hole and turned, successfully unlocking the door. He had trouble opening it, with how sweaty his palms were. It didn’t help that he felt fingers grazing his lower back, caressing him through his clothes. He swallowed with difficulties before finally getting in, inviting his guest inside.

However, he didn’t even have time to utter a single word, because as soon as his apartment door closed behind them, Hank pushed him against the wall and crashed his lips to his. He stood frozen for a good ten seconds as his mouth ravished him, until one arm sneaked behind him and squeezed his ass. A loud moan escaped him, and both froze, leaning away from each other.

The old man took the time to admire his eyes, surprised but full of lust. Now he was certain it probably wasn’t just mindless flirting, the way the younger man acted around him, and all those times he winked at him, or touched him, or said he was attractive, weren’t just for show or to get a reaction out of him. From the way he panted loudly, biting his lower lip, his hands on his chest twitching at nothing, he knew he turned him on. And he wanted to make sure the young man knew it was mutuel.

This time trying to savour the moment, Hank didn’t just plainly attack his lips again. He started at his nose, going up to his forehead, lingering on his temple. Then, he went down the side of his face all the way to his jaw, stopping at his ear, leaving a trail of saliva behind him. When he went back up and kissed the corner of his mouth, making sure he wasn’t touching his lips, Connor let out a frustrated grunt.

“You tease…”, the brunet whispered, breathless.

Hank chuckled, the sound low and deep. Connor felt warmth spread across his stomach, traveling dangerously low.

“Look who’s talking,” he grinned, finally sealing their lips together once more.

The brunet sighed out of sheer contentment as his hands travelled to Hank’s silver locks. One of Hank’s hands went to his nape, playing with his collar, and the other ran up and down his back, leaving goosebumps and shivers along his path.

Once again, Connor let out a delicious whimper against his lips, and Hank felt it go straight to his cock. This man was going to be the death of him.

“Don’t you make pretty little sounds, uh?”, he teased, letting him breathe for a second.

Chasing after his mouth, Connor took his lower lip between his teeth and pulled.

“Careful, my apartment walls are very thin and you can hear everything,” he warned him.

“Is that a challenge?”

Too late, Connor realised he shouldn’t have said that. Because now, Hank took it as a personal goal to make him as loud as possible, and he would soon realise it wasn’t much of a challenge, because he wasn’t very quiet. 

With that in mind, he grabbed his thighs and lifted him up like he weighed nothing. His brown eyes widened, not expecting him to trap him between the wall and his body so easily. He knew he was lightweight compared to other men, but Hank did it with such low effort, it was quite impressive. And it turned him on even more.

His hips flush against his, Hank made a point to bring their bodies as close as possible. He left his lips, starting to get bruised, to bite and lick his neck instead. Each parcel of skin he could reach he left a mark there, and he shuddered every time he heard those sweet, delicious desperate sounds coming out of his mouth. It was even better than in his wildest dreams.

“Bed,” Connor managed to get out between moans, gripping his hair like a vice.

“Where?”, Hank replied, bucking his pelvis forward. A gasp escaped Connor, and he closed his eyes tightly, already feeling pre-cum stain his underwear.

“Down the hallway to the right.”

Without putting him down, Hank kicked off his shoes, and he heard Connor do the same before wrapping his legs around his waist, feeling something hard press against his lower stomach. He stumbled forward, wanting to continue kissing the young man. But when the two collided into his bedroom door, Connor letting out a pained grunt, then a laugh, he decided maybe it was more prudent to first get there in one piece, then they could do as they pleased. 

Slamming the door open, he didn’t bother closing it before walking to the bed. Gently letting him down on the covers, he still didn’t let go, his body following. Now both laying down, they picked up where they left off, their lips locking once more. 

Hank’s right hand went down his body, having one goal in mind. It went straight to his shorts, and only lingered under his thigh for a second before sneaking past the fabric, touching his buttcheeks and marveling at how plush and soft his skin was. 

“You don’t know how badly I wanted to do this tonight, seeing you wear that skimpy ass outfit of yours…”, he groaned.

Connor grinned against his lips.

“Oh, I didn’t know wearing those shorts would drive you insane, it’s not like I noticed you checked out my ass each time you thought I wasn’t looking.”

Hank pinched his skin, earning a laugh in return.

“You little shit!”, he tried to sound offended, though he was only amused.

Connor giggled harder, until he felt him caressing his butt, dangerously close to his hole. He gasped, his hand grabbing his shirt and gripping for dear life.

“Want to know a little secret?”, he whispered, feeling his chest over the clothes.

Hank hummed, returning to his throat and brushing his lips against it. Connor leaned against his ear, and murmured his confession, his breath teasing his skin.

“The first time I met you, I went home all hot and bothered because of you, and couldn’t help but touch myself, thinking about you, screaming your name while coming.”

“Fuck,” Hank moaned under his breath, a shudder running down his spine. 

He needed him. Now. And his clothes were in the way.

“Strip,” he said in a stern voice, demanding. 

A shiver traversed Connor’s body all the way to his toes, and the tone he used could have made him cum, if he was close already. Nodding, he leaned on his elbows and Hank got off so he could help him undress. First went his sweatshirt, revealing porcelain skin, and like the night sky, he was covered in stars in the shape of freckles. Without thinking, Hank reached for them and poked them, marvelling at how many there were. Connor whimpered under him, stopping all movements. The older man wasn’t happy about that.

“Who told you to stop?”, he asked, now pinching his left nipple between his fingers.

Averting his gaze to concentrate, trying to ignore his touches - having a hard time not moaning every time he felt the tip of his fingers on his torso, he reached for his shorts with trembling hands, pulling them off, his underwear following. He only had his socks left on.

Now naked under him, Hank couldn’t help but feel his hands twitching, yearning to touch and please. His mouth watered at the perfect being under him, still having a hard time believing this pretty little thing wanted him of all people, the old man with a crude sense of humour and baggage. From the way his beautiful hard cock flinched on his stomach, pre-cum pouring out of it, it was clear he wasn’t the only one wanting this.

“Looks like someone’s excited,” he murmured, licking his lips.

He barely grazed the surface with his fingers, and Connor immediately bucked against his hand, whimpering. 

“Fuck!”, both said at the same time.

Hank couldn’t wait anymore, laid between his spread legs, put his warm rough hands around his thighs, and took him in his mouth. Stars danced in Connor’s vision and his hands gripped the sheet under him, gasping. Was this really happening? Was the man of his many fantasies and wet dreams currently on his bed, sucking him off? From the warmth engulfing his cock, the wet tongue teasing the veins on it, he couldn’t compare this to even his best parcels of imagination he conjured the past few months.

“Hank…”, he whined, one hand grabbing his locks again, the other playing with his hard nipple.

Hollowing his cheeks, he took him all in, the tip hitting the back of his throat. Tears prickled at Connor’s eyes. He had a hard time believing he never slept with a man before, with how good his tongue was around him.

“Have - aah - Have you ever done this before?”, he managed to cry out as Hank teased his tip, smearing the pre-cum all around, his lips glistening.

His mouth too busy to answer at the moment, he simply looked up, and his ocean blue eyes, full of lust, was the one thing that tipped him over the edge. His back arched as he came in his mouth, crying out his name, loud enough for all his neighbours to hear. Hank took it all in, swallowing every single drop, before letting go of his softening shaft.

Panting like he just ran a marathon, his body spamming and shuddering every few seconds, Connor had a hard time coming down from his high. This was one of the best orgasms he ever had.

“Blah, I shouldn’t have swallowed..”

Finally looking up at Hank, who was now on his knees between his legs, he saw the older man grimace as he wiped his mouth, frowning. He couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Yeah, it doesn’t exactly taste good. You get used to it though,” Connor grinned, eyes half-closed, still trembling. 

Hank raised an eyebrow at him, skeptical. Still breathless, the brunet sat down and tugged at the offending shirt, preventing him from admiring Hank’s naked body.

“Now it’s your turn to show me what’s under your corny clothes,” he teased, nodding to the pattern on it.

Hank looked down, his eyebrows furrowing. What was wrong with his Hawaiian shirts? Did Connor hate them? Regardless, he obliged, and pulled it over his head. He didn’t have time to throw it somewhere that Connor’s hands were already on him, squeezing his plush stomach.

“Shit, you’re beautiful..”, he whispered, playing with the curly hair on his belly and chest. 

Hank let him do as he pleased, his mind spiraling for a second. Contrary to his confident exterior, he was panicking inside. This would be the first time he laid with a man, and he wasn’t sure he was doing things right. When he sucked him off, he acted on instinct, but now he was at a loss. He saw enough porn videos to know how to penetrate him if he wanted that, but he didn’t know if their first time together should go in that direction. None of his exes were into anal sex, and he wasn’t either, so this was all untouched territory to him. He let out a shaky breath as he took both his wrists in his hands to stop him. Connor looked up, puzzled.

“Look, I’m sure you already know this, but I’ve never been with a man before.”

Connor nodded, showing he understood. Hank grimaced.

“And, well, I don’t know what you’re into, and I also know that porn’s not always the best source for reality, and me shoving my dick up your ass won’t necessarily make you feel good, so just tell me what you want us to do.”

Connor felt his heart melt at his words. He was walking on uneven ground, but first he wanted to know if the other was comfortable in all of this. Really, he was too good to be true.

Love overwhelming him, Connor put both his hands on his cheeks and brought him closer, giving him a tender, sweet kiss. It wasn’t coated in urgency, or lust, or want. It was pure adoration. Hank relaxed in his hands.

“You don’t know how much it means to me for you to think of my pleasure first and foremost in this situation,” he said against his lips, letting out a dreamy sigh.

Hank put his hands on his waist, caressing the skin, putting his forehead to his.

“Of course I am, what kind of assholes would only think of themselves during sex?”

Connor giggled. “Oh, you’d be surprised!”

Hank didn’t like that he talked like he had experience in the matter.

“Did that fucking cheating piece of shit ex of yours force you to do anything you didn’t want to, or that you were uncomfortable with?”, he shook with anger, hating that such a thing could happen to his sweet babysitter.

Connor didn’t respond, his smile faltering, his eyes lost in a previous memory. Hank saw red.

“Tell me where he lives, and I’ll go kick his ass right now!”

The brunet instantly came back to the present, blinking at Hank. Fuck, I love this man.. he thought.

“Maybe later. Right now though…”

He sneaked his hand between the two and palmed his painfully aching cock stuck in his pants. Hank grunted out a curse.

“You asked me to tell you what I wanted to do, well,” he started, biting his lips and looking up at him, “I want you, in me.”

Hank nodded, his cock jerking in his hand.

“Show me how to prep you.”

Happily obliging, Connor stumbled on the bed to get to his side table, opening the drawer and taking out a tube of lube. He rushed back to Hank waiting, eager and ready for what was to follow.

He laid down once again in front of the grey-haired man, spreading his legs for him to see everything. Hank watched, eyes half-closed, mouth agape, as Connor opened the bottle and poured the liquid in his palm, his asshole already twitching. Not to block his view, his right fingers travelled under his back and he pressed a finger at the entrance. Normally, that was the part where he would close his eyes and imagine Hank. However, he didn’t have to this time, he had the real, breathing one right in front of his eyes. So he locked his gaze with his, his name leaving his lips as a finger entered him. 

Hank couldn’t just stand there and watch without participating. He needed to help him, or at the very least touch him. With that goal in mind, he got closer, putting his hands under his knees and pushing. The young man being quite flexible, he was able to put them near his face, his hole now completely exposed and vulnerable to the pleasure of his hungry eyes.

“Do you do this often, sweetheart?”, he teased, kissing his shin.

Connor hissed, putting a second finger in.

“Hng, yes!”, he confessed, pumping in and out.

Hank’s lips travelled to his inner thighs, and the graduate’s cock, now half-hard again, bounced loosely on his stomach.

“Do you imagine my cock, or my fingers inside of you?”, he growled, like an animal ready to devour.

Spams shook his body, cries after cries resonating inside the tiny room.

“Both!”

Grinning, the older man let his legs go, seeing as Connor was too far gone in his own pleasure to move anyway, and took the bottle of lube himself to get some on his fingers.

“Mind if I help?”

Violently nodding his head, Connor pulled out his fingers and waited impatiently for his to replace the emptiness now settling in his stomach. He didn’t have to remain unfulfilled long though, the lieutenant just as impatient as him.

With extreme care and delicacy, Hank pushed one finger inside. The first thing he noticed was how warm it was. He couldn’t wait to be inside him..

Starting at a slow and steady pace, he only used one for now, wanting him to get used to it. Connor wasn’t happy with that, his far more long and wide than his own, hitting all the right places inside he couldn’t reach on his own.

“Please handsome, put another one in!”, he begged, grabbing his wrist to guide him further in.

Hank followed his instruction. Connor let out a moan, trying to move against his hand. When he curled his two fingers inside, he froze, his eyes bulging. When he did it again, the most beautiful sound Hank ever heard came from the brunet’s mouth, travelling from deep within.

“There, right there! Fuck, don’t stop!”

Licking his lips, he doubled his efforts as Connor came undone under him once more. He was crying, gripping at nothing, trembling, shivering. He was a mess. A lovely, sinful mess. He couldn’t wait anymore.

“Sweetheart, I’m dying over here, do you have any condoms before I enter you?”

Even if it was his first anal experience, he knew it was just a bad idea to do it unprotected. Any kind of sex, really.

Unable to utter a single word, his breath uneven, he scouched back to his bedside and took one from his drawer, throwing it at Hank.

Pulling down his zipper, he finally let loose his cock, wet and ready to please his lover. One thing though stopped him from putting the rubber on right away.

“Wait, this is not your size, but it’s mine.. Why do you have one that can fit me?”, he cocked an eyebrow.

Connor felt heat flood his cheeks, and not just from their previous activity.

“When I took a bath with Cole once, he told me that his dad’s was bigger than mine.”

Hank scoffed, amused. Kids had no filter. 

“That doesn’t explain why you have my size.”

Refusing to capitulate, he insisted, one hand caressing his thigh, while the other slowly slid the protection on. Even if he was embarrassed to admit it, he couldn’t help but get closer at his touch, longing for his body. He couldn’t resist him.

“I might have bought them just in case we came back here and somehow, by some miracle, had sex…”, he admitted.

Hank shook his head, grinning. That little shit.

“Good thing you did then,” he mumbled, closing the gap between the two and kissing him, pushing on his shoulders to lay him on the bed.

Once again flush against each other, Connor couldn’t help but think their bodies fitted perfectly together. He loved being under him, feeling his strong frame press down on him. He felt so safe between his arms.

“Hurry…”, he begged, grabbing his cock and guiding it to his hole. 

Like before, Hank took his time. It was a bit bigger than Connor expected, and the stretch made him bite down a cry. When he was all the way inside, no one dared move, panting and sweaty. The brunet eyes watered, and when Hank saw it, he panicked.

“Are you in pain, should I pull out?”

He shook his head, hiding his face behind his arms.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just.. I feel like I’m dreaming, and you’re going to disappear..”

Too many contradictory emotions swirled in his heart. Happiness, dread, lust, fear of abandonment. He was scared the older man would realise he didn’t want this anymore and would just get out, leaving him hurt and heartbroken.

But Hank had no such intentions. He kissed his arm, the gesture unrushed, gentle. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Show me your face,” he asked, missing his chestnut gaze already.

Slowly, he did so, and Hank took note of the tears falling down his cheeks. He kissed each one away, delicate as a feather. A broken sob was heard.

“I’m here,” he reassured him, “and I’m staying.”

Very lightly, Connor nodded, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Hank leaned down, his mouth trying to wash his anxiety away, and very slowly, he started to move. His back and forth was calculated, deliberate. He wanted to find back that spot that made him scream his name before. And sure enough, he found it once more.

Connor’s hands circled his neck, one pulling at his hair, the pain a delicious torture, and the other dug in his back, dragging and scratching. Soon, he felt a burn there, but he didn’t care. He could scar him all he wanted, if he was blessed enough to hear his whimper again.

Hank’s movement was getting sloppy, irregular. Even with all his willpower, the way his asshole squeezed around his dick each time he slammed into his prostate, or his feet wrapping around his lower back, pushing him even deeper, or the echoes resonating in the room from his own moans, Connor’s screams, or their flesh hitting, producing a wet sound, were just too much. 

His arms circled his upper body, wanting to be even closer to him. He leaned against his ear, panting and grunting out curses. Then, between all of those filthy words, Connor heard it, clear as day, as if he didn’t just whisper it in his ear, but instead shouted it for the world to hear.

“I love you…”

His body immediately arched, and he came for the second time tonight, his cum covering both their stomachs. The contraction of his ass around Hank’s cock as he orgasmed helped the older man reach his own release, and he dug deeper in, riding it out.

Hank’s body falling on his, both didn’t move, his softening cock still inside his ass. They were breathless, heart filled to the brim with affection, their minds exhausted. Then, Connor rubbed his back, showering his shoulder with kisses. Hank leaned back far enough to bring his lips to his.

“I think I might get addicted to this,” his rough voice said once they separated.

Connor chuckled, his body glowing in the aftermath.

“Good, because I don’t want to let you go.”

His seriousness returning, Hank stroked his flushed cheeks with the back of his hand.

“Did you hear me?”, he murmured, afraid of the answer, losing his composure for a moment.

Connor’s heart skipped a beat, before a warm smile illuminated his entire face. Tears came back, this time not because he was doubtful, but because he was full of hope.

“Yes, and just so you know, I don’t want this to be a one night stand, or for us to be fuck buddies. I love you, and I want to be your lover.”

Hank wasn’t expecting this much, to be honest, and so didn’t know what to do with this revelation. It’s like his mind buffered at his words, not quite registering yet what it meant.

Once he did though, a deep, happy laugh bumbled in his chest, and he leaned back down to kiss him, full of affection and passion. Connor returned it immediately. 

If this was a dream, neither wanted to wake up.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Daring to Love