connor x hank

6 - Planning

Connor excitedly jotted his ideas down in his notebook. He can easily just make a digital note, but writing things down makes him feel more human. He writes out color schemes and cake flavors, emphasizing Hank's favorite of each. Hank sat on the couch watching his fiancé happily planning their wedding.
        They'd only been engaged 24 hours, but Connor was so adorable when he thought about it, Hank couldn't resist getting him a notebook to write it all down in. He had snuck a peek over Connor's shoulder too see what he was writing now, only to be mortified at what he saw.
Two columns. One labeled: Boy Names, and the other labeled: Girl Names. He felt his stomach flip and rushed to the bathroom before he puked. His head was spinning, and he couldn't stop thinking of Cole. His bouncing baby boy. He vomited again, drawing Connor's attention away from his list of baby names.
"Hank? Babe, are you okay?" Connor asked through the bathroom door. When Hank didn't respond, he slightly nudged it open. "Hank?" he asked again, this time softer. Hank was sobbing, lying next to the toilet. "How could you..." Hank sobbed between vomiting and crying. Connor slid next to him, pulling him into his lap. "Shhhh, you're okay, i'm here Hank." Connor cooed in his ear.
Eventually his shoulders relaxed, and Connor realized he had fallen asleep. He stood up, carrying Hank bridal style to their room. He laid him down softly before covering him up with the blankets, as he was shivering. He then went and warmed up some soup, for when he woke up. He snuggled into the bed next to him. He slowly drifted off to sleep, only to awaken to a shaking Hank an hour later.
       He could feel his heart racing, and sensed he was having a nightmare. He read that you weren't supposed to wake someone having a nightmare, but he couldn't stand to see his fiancé like this.
"H-Hank? Lieutenant?" Connor whispered while gently rubbing his shoulder. Hank's eyes fluttered open, tired. He saw the soup Connor had warmed up, and started to sit up. His stomach felt empty, and he couldn't wait to devour Connor's delicious cooking. Then it hit him. Connor. He sat down his bowl, turning to his lover in bed.
He took a deep breath before beginning. "Why... were you writing down baby names?" Hank said, the saddness seeping out of his voice. Connor was shocked. He had no idea Hank had read them. His face grew to a dark blue. "Be-Because i want a f-family with you, Lieutenant." Connor said, giving Hank those damn puppy dog eyes. "You mean a-adopt?" Hank cocked his head at Connor, raising an eyebrow. "Hank, i've been upgraded," Connor began, "I can reproduce.".
Hank was stunned. He felt fear, but then, joy? Connor noticed him staring, and suddenly felt insecure. He's looking at me like he's going to- Hank interrupted Connor's line of thought, pressing his lips roughly to his neck. Connor softly moaned, moving to wrap himself around Hank, but he was pinned down. He giggled, but was hushed by Hank. Well, this is different.
        Hank couldn't process how badly he wanted Connor. He began to slowly grind on his already hard fiancé, while biting down and nibbling on his neck. Connor moaned and squirmed underneath him. Hank giggled, before jumping up and running out of the room. Connor, still recovering from the intense session, blushed before curiously following.
       Hank already had two shots glasses out, and some drink Connor didn't recognize the name of. Confused, Connor raised an eyebrow, glancing at Hank. Hank was leaned against the counter, biting his lip. "Okay, Connor. We're playing a game. For every question you get wrong, you strip." Hank said, obviously coming up with it as he went.
       Connor just smirked and nodded along. "Alright," Hank said pulling Connor closer to him, "why do you want a kid?". Connor blushed before answering quietly, "i-i don't know." Hank whispered "wrong." before tugging on the collar of his shirt. Connor smirked as he pulled his top of, following with a shot of the unknown alcohol. It burned his censors, but he giggled anyways.
     "My turn." Connor said, still trying to stop giggling. "why can't i just have you now?". Hank nervously spat out a response, "that w-would make the game less fun.". Connor missed his lips and kissed his jawline. Embarrassed he turned deep blue, feeling his cheeks get hot. Hank stripped his shirt, grabbing the bottle instead of his shot glass. Connor grabbed him, before whispering, "I want a family. So we can move forward, and we can always-" Hank pulled back, stumbling before falling over. "What the fuck Connor? For fuck's sake, you can't just say shit like that. What were you thinking?" Hank muttered out.

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it's not great, sorry.