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Okay, this was hell. Complete and absolute hell. Hank was going to find out who had put the coffee pot in here, and he was going to kill them slowly. Stakeouts were bad enough. A stakeout with Gavin, who was on his seventh cup of coffee in three hours, and who could not sit down or shut up for even ten seconds...he was going to go insane.
"--and I just couldn't take it anymore," Gavin rattled on, as he relentlessly clicked the top of the pen he was holding, and continued to pace the room, "so I told her, Tina, you're just going to have to--"
"STOP." Hank pressed his hands against his face, and sucked in a deep breath, and didn't even shoot Gavin a little bit, and for that he deserved a medal. "I swear to God, if you don't sit down and shut up, right now, I'm going to handcuff you to that chair and shove something in your mouth to make you shut up."
Gavin sat down, fast. Silence lingered for a moment, and then in a somewhat strangled voice, Gavin said, "That is really some terrible motivation, Hank."
Hank looked over, and saw that Gavin's cheeks were rather flushed, and his eyes were wide, and he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. That familiar uncomfortable shifting of a man who had suddenly found that his pants were far too tight. Hank rolled his eyes. "Are you serious?" he asked in exasperation. "We're working here, Gavin."
"I know!" Gavin said. "You're the one putting dirty thoughts in my head. So, just for the record, what exactly were you planning on shoving in--"
"Working!" Hank repeated. He took a deep breath, let it out in a gust, and tried again. "In that case, if you will just stop, I promise to cuff you to whatever you want as soon as this shift is over. And no more coffee."
Gavin stayed very, very quiet until their replacements showed up.
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As soon as the door closed behind them, Gavin shoved Hank up against the wall and dragged him down into a rough kiss. His hands were already pulling at Hank's clothes, shoving the coat off of his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground before going to work on the buttons of his shirt. Hank pulled back slightly, "Okay, calm down, why the rush?"
"You've got to be kidding me," Gavin said, pressing his hips forward so Hank could feel just how ready he already was. "Making me sit there for hours, while we were supposed to be working, thinking about--" that sentence got lost in another kiss, and Hank's shirt joined the coat on the floor.
Hank pushed Gavin back a bit, just to get a second to breathe, and laughed. "I didn't even know you were into that kind of thing," he said. "You could have just asked."
"Hadn't really crossed my mind," Gavin said. "Not until you said it like that. Hey, do you think you can do that again? The whole angry growly thing. Can you fake it, or do I need to piss you off again?"
Hank shook his head and dragged a hand across his face. "Just get your ass in the bedroom, idiot."
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This was actually a hell of a lot hotter than Hank had been expecting. In his head, it had seemed a bit ridiculous, but now that he actually had Gavin stretched out on his bed, almost entirely naked, with his hands cuffed to the headboard, it was getting a little hard to think, because all the blood had left his brain for a more southerly location. Gavin was bossy. He always had been. Not that Hank was complaining, he was more than happy to just go along for the ride. But this opened up some whole new possibilities…
"So, now that I've got you here," Hank said, and he let his hand slide down Gavin's chest, "just what should I do with you?"
Gavin shivered under his touch, arching up into it, and said, "Fuck. Whatever you want. Bring it on, old man."
"Whatever I want?" Hank teased. "So if I just want to leave you here, go grab a beer, watch the game…"
"No!" Gavin hooked one of his legs around Hank and tried to drag him closer. "That was not the deal. Come on Hank, I was good, you owe me!"
"You were good? You were annoying as hell! That's how we ended up here in the first place. If I owe you anything, it's some punishment." He brought his hand down and slapped Gavin's hip, just hard enough to sting.
Gavin sucked in a sharp breath and his dick twitched visibly beneath his boxers. "That works too."
"Oh? So you like that, huh?" Then Hank hesitated. "...wait, do we need a safe word or something?"
"Uh, no? Do we?" Gavin suddenly tensed up, his hands reaching up to grab at the handcuff chain. "I mean, you'll stop if I ask you to, right?"
"Of course I will," Hank said. "Fuck. Just...never done this before."
"Okay then," Gavin said, and he relaxed. "In that case, quit killing the mood. So, you were saying something about...punishment?" He waggled his eyebrows.
"Well, the thought crossed my mind," Hank said, "but it looked like you were enjoying that. So, if I really want to get the point across, maybe I should get you all worked up but not let you get off."
"You wouldn't!"
"Yeah, maybe not. But I could," Hank said. "I mean, what would you even be able to do about it? It's not like you can even reach your dick with your hands cuffed." To prove his point, he reached out and lightly stroked Gavin through the fabric of his boxers. That got exactly the reaction he had expected.
Gavin let out a delicious moan, his eyes fell shut, and he shifted his hips to press his dick more firmly against Hank's hand. The hand gave a short, teasing squeeze, and then retreated. Gavin's eyes flew back open and his arms jerked as he tried to reach for Hank and got stopped short by the cuffs.
Hank grinned. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. "Feeling any regrets for getting yourself into this predicament yet?" he asked.
"I regret nothing." Gavin was obviously trying to keep the frustration off his face, but he wasn't being very successful with it. "Feeling a little bored, maybe. We going to get this show on the road at some point?"
"Just for that, I should make you wait longer," Hank threatened. "You're not in charge this time, Reed." He tried to reach for that 'angry growly thing' again, and felt a bit ridiculous doing so, but judging by the look on Gavin's face it was actually working.
Despite his threat to drag things out, Hank was starting to feel a bit impatient himself, so he hooked his fingers into Gavin's boxers and slowly pulled them down. Gavin's dick was already rock hard and leaking from the tip and just the sight of it was enough to send a jolt of pure lust through Hank. He wondered if he was actually going to have the willpower to take this slow because he was more than ready to just dive right in.
"Finally!" Gavin said, and then gave his hips an inviting little wiggle that made his dick bounce. "Now why don't you suck it?"
"Not taking orders from you today," Hank reminded him. But he did lean forward and lick a slow stripe up the side of Gavin's dick, just to watch him squirm. "If you want me to suck your dick, you're going to have to ask very nicely." He tilted his head and considered it for a second. "Actually, I think you're going to have to beg."
"I don't beg," Gavin lied. He definitely begged at times, but usually only when he was already getting what he wanted. Begged for more, harder, faster, please. "Come on, Hank, just suck my cock."
"Nope, not good enough," Hank said, unable to keep the grin off his face. "Now I think you're going to have to apologize and then beg. Tell me you're sorry for being an annoying little shit this morning."
"I wasn't--!" Gavin protested, but cut himself off when Hank's face went stern. "That was the coffee. Okay, fine, I'm sorry I drank that much coffee. Now suck my cock. Please?"
"You can do better than that." Hank gave Gavin's dick another slow lick, just for incentive. When Gavin tried to thrust up and get more contact, Hank grabbed his hip and firmly shoved him back into the mattress.
"Oh, fuck," Gavin whined. He groaned and let out an annoyed huff of air. "Fuck you, you asshole. Fine. I'm sorry I was annoying. I'm really, really sorry. Now please, please just suck my cock."
"Was that so hard?" Hank asked mockingly. He gave in and wrapped his lips around Gavin's dick, swallowing it to the root in one smooth movement. That drew a string of curses out of Gavin, interspersed with 'thank you's and 'finally' which only spurred Hank to suck harder.
He let go of Gavin's hip, giving him the freedom to thrust deeper into his mouth, which he took full advantage of. He wrapped one hand around the base of Gavin's dick, the other gently cradled his balls, rolling them carefully in the palm of his hand while he put his tongue to work. Years of training had taught him the fastest ways of getting Gavin off, and he put that training to work.
When he could tell that Gavin was getting close, the shuddering in his breaths, the little twitches in his hips as he kept thrusting, his balls drawing up as he prepared to come...Hank pulled his mouth away. He pressed his thumb hard against the underside of Gavin's dick and tugged gently down on his balls, dragging him back from the edge.
"What the fuck, Hank?" Gavin cried out, his voice breaking. "Don't stop, please don't stop, I'm so fucking close."
"Exactly. This is supposed to be punishment," Hank said. "Or did you forget that? If you want to get off today, you're going to have to earn it." All he wanted to do at this point was bury himself in Gavin's ass, but damn, driving Gavin crazy like this was way more appealing than he would have expected.
Hank hooked his hands behind Gavin's knees and pushed them back, getting Gavin's ass in easy reach of his mouth. He licked a slow stripe over Gavin's hole, all the way up to the base of his balls, and the sounds that dragged out of him were almost enough to push Hank over the edge, and he hadn't even unzipped his fly yet.
"Is that better?" Hank asked. "I'll keep going, but only if you keep telling me how sorry you are. And be convincing. I might actually decide to fuck you before this is all over, if you try hard enough."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Gavin said, trying to press his ass back against Hank's face. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Hank, just please, please don't stop. Please fuck me, I need your cock, need it so bad!"
That was more than Hank could resist, so he quite enthusiastically put his tongue back to work. He let it circle the rim several times before finally, finally letting it sink inside. Gavin cried out, and his whole body twitched, his heels digging hard into Hank's shoulders and trying to force him even closer. Face pressed against Gavin's ass, Hank groaned, he couldn't take any more of this.
Hank pulled away just enough to press his teeth against Gavin's skin, right where the thigh met his ass, and bit down hard. He wanted it to hurt, he wanted it to sting every time Gavin sat down for the next week, as a reminder. Gavin cried out, his whole body tensing, and Hank was done.
"Enough!" Gavin said. "Can't take any more. Just fuck me already!"
"Okay," Hank said, his own voice more than a little shaky. "Apology accepted." He unzipped his pants and shoved them down, taking his underwear with them. He grabbed the lube off the bedside table and slicked himself up with record speed. As soon as he pressed the tip of his dick against Gavin's hole, Gavin thrust his hips up, pulling him inside.
Hank let out a curse, and Gavin actually sobbed, and Hank thrust in deep. Fuck, it was almost too much, he'd dragged it out too long and now it took all of his willpower to keep from coming immediately. He tried to hold back, just for a few seconds, to give Gavin time to adjust but he couldn't, his hips were already moving.
"Oh fuck," Gavin gasped out, his voice weak. "Thank you, yes, exactly what I nee--"
Hank cut him off by slamming their mouths together, shoving his tongue in deep. He had never needed Gavin as badly as he did at this exact moment. One hand fisted tightly in Gavin's hair, probably pulling much too hard, and the other wrapped around his back, gripping his shoulder to hold him in place as Hank pounded into him just as hard as he could.
He couldn't keep this up much longer. Gavin was just too fucking tight, and too fucking hot, and Hank was already right fucking there. He let go of Gavin's hair and managed to work his hand in between them, wrapping it tightly around Gavin's dick. It only took a few strokes before it was all over.
Then Gavin was clenching around him, his whole body going tense as he spilled into Hank's hand. That was more than enough to drive Hank over the edge himself and he let loose, deep in Gavin's ass.
Hank wasn't sure that he had ever had an orgasm that intense, and it took all his willpower to keep from passing out right there and then. Somehow he managed to pull out, and roll to the side, and collapse next to Gavin, his face buried in the other man's neck. "Fuck," he breathed out, lips pressed against Gavin's skin. "That was…"
Then his brain caught up with everything and he remembered. He fumbled for the handcuff keys and quickly unlocked the cuffs. "Shit," Hank said, as his thumb rubbed gently over the faint bruises that were already starting to show around Gavin's wrists. "I didn't mean to get that rough--"
"Oh shut up," Gavin said. "That was fucking perfect." He burrowed into Hank's chest, arms wrapping around him. A few long seconds passed, and then he added, "But you are such an asshole, and I'm totally getting back at you for that later."
The tension that had been building in Hank's chest evaporated, and he let out a soft laugh. "Okay, good." He pressed a kiss against the top of Gavin's head and pulled him closer. "Looking forward to it."