the twink in black tights - hank x connor

Merry Christmas, and By The Way, I Love You

SUMMARY: Hank and Connor exchange Christmas gifts and say some things that need to be said.

It wasn't much, Connor's apartment, but it was what he had. Hank, for whatever reason, smiled at his apartment. Connor got the fish food and fed his dwarf gourami fish, Dewey.

"A fish, huh?" Hank remarked, behind Connor still wearing a smile. Connor tilted his head.

"Yes. I like fish, too." Connor informed him with a matter-of-fact tone. Hank just nodded, holding his hands up in mock defense as he flashed a smile. Connor glanced down at the man's slight tooth gap with fondness. It was one of many things he loved about Hank. His eyes went to his lips, and he shut that down right then and there before it could get any worse.

"Uh, you can wait out here, I'll go get dressed," Connor told him, and as he got up he found that he was glad to escape the tension that was between them. Hank just nodded and sat on his couch. Connor remembered how many sleepless nights he'd spend on that couch thinking about Hank. And now Hank was sitting on that couch.

Hm.

He walked into his bedroom, not bothering to lock the door because he honestly didn't take Hank for a creep. He didn't do too much, pulling out an old graphic t-shirt and tucking it into black skinny jeans. He walked out of his bedroom after brushing his teeth, grateful for the minty taste and not the taste of morning breath. He had jackets he could wear, but...

"Hank?" He found himself speaking before he could stop it.

"Yeah, Con?" Hank questioned, and Connor knew he had to ask now.

"Can I wear your hoodie?" He asked, knowing that the hoodie he wanted to wear was sitting in the back seat on top of... something. Connor didn't know what, it was something that Hank hid when he took it out of the house. Connor didn't want to question it, as it was probably some sort of surprise present. The idea that Hank got him a Christmas gift too made a surge of warmth spread throughout his chest.

"Can you- Uh, I guess, hold on-" Hank's face had reddened slightly, certainly not for the first time that day. Connor smiled at that and held on, sitting on the couch after Hank had left the apartment, presumably to get the hoodie.

Connor fidgeted, his fingers drumming on his thigh. He felt that today was going to be a very good day. He smiled to himself and reflected on the past months with Hank. He wondered if now would be the right time. He'd been taking it slow, and Hank had been slowly letting him in. He figured Hank wouldn't let it impact their friendship, even if he didn't reciprocate Connor's feelings. He kept it in mind and gave Hank a small wave when he walked in. The smile had taken itself off of his face now, but it quickly made its way back to his features when Hank walked in holding the hoodie, and something else behind his back.

"Alright, uh..." Hank was clearly embarrassed. What's embarrassing about a hoodie? Was it what was behind the older male's back that was embarrassing him? Connor raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you, Hank," Connor said, taking the hoodie from him and watching the man's instinctive reaction to hold what he had hidden behind his back further away from Connor, moving it to the right. When Hank did that, though, Connor got a glimpse of something blue. He smiled. He liked blue. "What is that, Hank?" He asked, pointing to Hank's arms behind his back holding something.

"It's, uh- Shit," Hank said. Well, that wasn't helpful at all.

"It's shit?" Connor inquired, though he was smirking. Hank rolled his eyes.

"No, Connor, stop being a smartass," He huffed. Connor waited for him to elaborate, but he never did, so Connor did a puppy-like head tilt. Mainly because he knew of the effect it had on Hank.