Chapter Text
June 18, 2027
The first time that Gavin slept over, it was an accident. He was exhausted from work, and he was exhausted from the workout that Hank had given him after several drinks at the bar, and it wasn't much of a surprise that he had passed out cold. Hank was not complaining. It was actually kind of nice to wake up and realise that he was not alone in the bed.
He rolled over, and he stretched slowly, feeling the ache in overused muscles. Forty-one wasn't old, but it was possibly a little much to try and pit his libido against that of a man in his twenties. Not that he regretted it for a second. In fact, he was more than willing to go for round two this morning, since Gavin had actually stuck around for once. He reached out, brushing some of the hair out of Gavin's face, trying to wake him up gently. It backfired.
Gavin jolted awake, pulling back like he had been burned. "What the fuck?" he gasped out, his eyes darting around frantically.
"Easy!" Hank said. "I was just...good morning?"
"Sorry," Gavin gasped out, his breath gradually slowing. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. I'll be out of your hair in just a minute."
"It's not a problem," Hank said. "I told you that you could stay." He had said that the third time that Gavin ended up in his bed, and he had kept saying it. But Gavin had never stuck around for much longer than it took to catch his breath after they were done. "It's fine. Just lay back down, will you?"
Gavin looked over at him, his eyes darting away before they could really make contact. "Sorry. I don't--" he broke off, bit down on his lip and stared up at the ceiling, then let out a gust of air. "I don't do this. The sleeping over thing. I must have been more tired than I thought."
"It happens," Hank said. He reached out, more cautiously this time, and let out a breath of relief when Gavin turned his face into the touch, not pulling away this time. "It's okay. Mornings can be nice."
Gavin rolled closer, pressing up against Hank, his body warm and soft. "I don't do morning sex," he said.
"That's okay," Hank said, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer. "Don't need morning sex." He leaned in, looking for a kiss, and was more than happy when Gavin responded.
"Right now I'm kind of wishing I did, because fuck," Gavin said, pulling back and sucking in air. "But I've got to sit in a cruiser all day, and…"
"Well, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your work," Hank said, but he let his hand slide down Gavin's back to cup his ass. That got the response he wanted, with Gavin letting out a groan and pressing forward, obviously hard. The kiss went on for several long moments, but then, with a curse, he pulled away.
"I'm sorry," Gavin said. "I really can't. It's just that I've got to go soon, still have to swing by my apartment, and I--"
"Yeah, I get it," Hank said. He offered up another kiss, more chaste this time, and then pulled back. "You want to meet up tonight? I'll buy you a drink," he offered. That wasn't something that they'd done before. Actually planning it out ahead of time. They just kept running into each other at the bar, having a few drinks, and then falling into bed. Trying to schedule it, well, that felt like a step.
Gavin frowned, his brow furrowing, like it was actually a big decision that he was making. "Yeah. Okay," he leaned forward, pressing another light kiss to Hank's lips. "Tonight. Sounds like fun."