Deviants (RK1700 SHIP)

Chapter 12

Connor sits on the couch with Sumo resting on his foot, holding him down. The whole situation was resolved and Hank offered to take the case, which Connor had to accept. Now, he rests on the soft couch, waiting for him to come home. Quietly, he hears the snow sweeping over the house and the wind whistling.

Knock knock.

Connor hears and gets up to the door. When he opens it, there stands Conan, as he predicted.

"Connor... Please let me in. I want to talk-" Conan starts, but is interrupted.

"I don't feel like talking right now, Conan." Connor sighs and tries to shut the door.

"Connor please," Conan begs, keeping the door open with his hand, which looks pure white because of all of the snow.

Connor looks up to his pure, sapphire eyes, begging for him. His hair is all covered in the snow along with his jacket. His skin glowing from the snow and his lips moist.

Connor sighs and opens the door, allowing him to come in, which Conan does. He walks inside and hangs up his jacket, shakes out his hair, and sits next to Connor.

"So.. How are you doing?" Conan asks, rubbing Connor's shoulder.

He shrugs and sighs, "I'm fine. He just slapped me a little harder than I'd like." Connor sighs.

"You liked getting slapped?" Conan chuckles.

Connor shoots him a look and looks down at his feet again, which makes Conan stop.

They continue to sit for several minutes in uncomfortable silence till Hank comes home.

"Jesus you're here?" Hank grumbles, setting his jacket on the couch. Conan doesn't say anything, just sits there. Hank sighed and curses under his breath as he slumps to his room with Sumo. Connor sighs as they continue to sit.

Conan stands up and starts to look around the room, scanning items such as Hank's jazz collection, Sumo's dog bed, and Connor's aid kit (in case Hank did anything to him while drunk.) But one thing catches Conan's eye, the jazz records.

"Hank listens to Jazz?" Conan asks, turning to Connor. Connor looks up and shakes his head.

"Used to. We listened to some once. Not for a while though." Connor replies sadly.

Conan looks down but gains an idea. He walks over to Connor and kneels before him. He intertwined his hand with Connor's which makes Connor relax slightly. His skin feels soft under Conan's big hand and Connor looks down at him, sadly. Conan reaches up and tucks some of Connor's hair behind his ear.

"Connor, would you like to dance?" Conan asks, shyly. "I've never danced before but... You can teach me."

Connor blushes and smiles slightly. "Hank went to bed already. We can't play any music."

Conan shrugs but doesn't take no as an answer as he pulls Connor up. Connor's eyes widen as he catches himself by clutching Conan's waist. He looks up as the lock eyes, feeling the pain and sadness leave his body.

Conan reaches over and turns some jazz onto the record as it fills the empty room with music.
"So show me what I need to do..." Conan chuckles.
"Um...well first," Connor hesitates, "You hold onto my waist," Connor starts, moving Conan's hands onto his waist, which makes Conan blush and bite his lip. "Next, you step backward and I'll follow."

Conan steps backward as Connor follows. Conan smiles and Connor leans against Conan's chest as they spin throughout the room, listening to the soft jazz comfort them all.

Connor looks up and Conan holds his head with his hand. Connor feels light in Conan's hand as Conan kisses him, passionately but softly. Connor knows he shouldn't but he leans into and relaxes more in Conan's arms. The feeling of his hands on his waist is so warm and his lips flood him with love and kindness.

They close the kiss and the song finishes, perfectly timed. Connor smiles and hugs Conan.

"Thank you. That was nice." He smiles. He opens his eyes to see Hank at the exit of the hallway to his room. He isn't mad surprisingly, but smiling slightly. The famous myth Connor was told by Gavin was resolved; That Hank, the grizzly bear, could not be happy. Conan rubs Connor back and gets Connor's attention.

"He knows Connor, it's ok." Conan smiles. Connor sighs and nods, hugging Conan tight before feeling a flood of tiredness over him. For some reason, Connor still feels like a failure to Hank since he realized he was gay. But Connor couldn't do anything, just lean into Conan and feel his eyes get heavy.

"I need sleep, Conan..." Connor yawns.

"Don't blame you. You haven't had any sleep for the past 2 days." Conan chuckles and sits Connor down. He puts a blanket over Connor and sits down next to him. Instead, Connor sits up and leans against Conan, which makes Conan smile. After several minutes, Connor and Conan are asleep, wrapped up in each other's embrace on the couch.