the twink in black tights - hank x connor

What Are You Hiding, Old Man?

SUMMARY: Connor wakes up with Hank in his arms. Hank is hiding something.

Connor's eyes fluttered open as he awoke from his unbelievably comfortable night of sleep. It was the best sleep he had in weeks. The room was lit by pale sunlight shining through the curtains. The room was chilly, and his skin was cold, except for around his hips, chest, and his face, and... Connor took in his surroundings, looking up, he saw the brown, cushioned headboard. Then he looked to the side and saw the strangely patterned wallpaper. He barely recognized where he was until he focused on the breathing coming from the man he was cradling. Connor brought his head back to its side-lying position and looked down at the grey-bearded man.

Connor snapped awake when he realized that he was holding Hank with the older man's head resting against his chest. He remembered last night and realized he could feel his eyes ache from all the tears he had shed. Connor's heart raced despite him remaining unmoving, but he did his best to calm down. He couldn't believe that Hank had let him sleep with him. He was so kind to him, and he looked so content in his sleep. Connor found he enjoyed watching the peaceful rising and falling of his chest, and his eyes darted to his parted lips. He probably stared too long and was suddenly grateful Hank was asleep.

Connor tried to sit up slowly, not enough to wake up Hank, but enough to check the time on the outdated alarm clock over Hank's shoulder. It was 8:45 A.M., and Connor realized he should probably be getting ready for the Christmas party that the cafe was hosting that day. He softly shook Hank, leaning over him and speaking quietly.

"Hank, it's time to wake up... Come onnn," Connor said softly, only receiving a grumble and Hank turning onto his back. Connor put his hand on his chest, tapping him gently.

"Hank, wake up, we need to get ready!" Connor said a little louder than before, and Hank stirred.

"Hmm? Ready for what?" Hank grumbled, rubbing his eyes. Connor noticed the slight flush to his cheeks and the widening of his eyes when Hank realized that Connor was in bed with him. Hank seemed to recall everything that happened, his cheeks dusted pink. Connor smiled fondly.

"It's Christmas, Hank." He reminded the man, who was sitting up now, obviously with acquiescence.

"Oh," Was all he got in reply. Connor didn't even notice himself frowning slightly until Hank looked over at him again, his back against the headboard of the bed. "What are you lookin' at me like that for?" He asked with a brow raised. Connor blinked with his head in his hands.

"Like what?"

"Like you're upset at me?" Hank ended it like it was a question. Connor shook his head.

"I am not upset at you, Hank," He said because he wasn't. "Although..." He trailed off, tapping his chin with a tiny smile.

"Oh, great," Hank huffed, his arms crossed over his chest. It was obvious that the man was being sarcastic with his reaction.

"I would like you to celebrate Christmas at the cafe. We are having a small celebration there," Connor requested, hoping for Hank to agree to come.

"It'll be like when we decorated the cafe. Same people." He finished, looking up at Hank pleadingly.

"Fine, fine..." Hank agreed with obvious hesitance. "Fuckin' puppy eyes..." He grumbled, getting up and stretching. Connor glanced over at him and saw the male's shirt lift up. Connor's eyes flitted to the exposed skin, fondly gazing at the stretch marks on the older man's waist. And he smiled to himself until he realized Hank's shirt had fallen back down about a minute ago and he was staring at Hank with a stupid smile on his face. "What?" He asked, looking at Connor with a raised eyebrow. Connor felt his cheeks heat up slightly.

"Ah- sorry," Connor said and looked away. He looked down at himself and realized that he was still just wearing shorts, a shirt, and his jacket was abandoned somewhere in Hank's house. "Uh, Hank? Do you think you have any clothes that could fit me?"

"Clothes that could fit you? Hell no." Hank said with a small laugh.

"Then can we, um- can we stop at my place?" He asked, not really wanting to show up in shorts in the winter. He didn't even know how he ran that far in the freezing cold last night. Hank nodded, to Connor's relief.

Connor got up, wishing that he had brought toothpaste. Or anything, really, if he had known he was going to have a damn sleepover at Hank's house. His morning breath wasn't too bad, so he figured he could wait until he got to his place to quickly brush his teeth. And he did, waiting for Hank to get dressed (looking away, although he found that he didn't want to.) He waited in the living room as Hank went to "grab a couple of things," things which he hid from Connor. Not that Connor said anything, though, as he buzzed with anticipation for the Christmas party.

When they left for Hank's car, Hank put something in the backseat, but it was obvious he was trying to hide it from Connor, and Connor didn't want to be rude, so he respected Hank's privacy and looked out the passenger side window at the snow falling outside. Hank didn't even have to put Connor's address in the GPS, which Connor found to be a little strange. He didn't say anything, though, and got out of the car when they arrived.

"You can come with, Hank," He said through chattering teeth when Hank was obviously hesitant to even leave his car. He did when Connor said this, though, looking a bit more at ease when he walked to with Connor to his apartment, putting his jacket on Connor awkwardly when he noticed Connor shivering in the snow. Connor gave him a small smile. They walked in together, and Connor hesitantly gave Hank back his jacket.