the twink in black tights - hank x connor

Other Things [NSFW]

SUMMARY: Connor finds out the answer to a question that had been on his mind since they had gotten together.

A/N: Final chapter! This is more so just an epilogue for the sake of seeing them fuck. Apologies for it being posted a day late, the hurricane took out my power. Thank you so much for reading and supporting this story. <3

The breaking point had been about a month into their relationship. Connor spent more of his nights at Hank's than his apartment by this point. It was one of those nights- a Monday night, to be exact. Hank had come home cranky and brooding, although that was hardly an issue that night. Connor had shown up and offered to take Sumo for a walk with Hank. Hank, who could never say no to Connor's puppy eyes, but combined with Sumo's puppy eyes, Connor knew it wasn't even a question.

Connor noticed how easy it was to walk next to Hank, and he relished in their closeness, holding his hand as they walked through Hank's neighborhood.

By the time they had gotten back to the house, Connor had noticed a significant improvement in Hank's mood. After Connor made the two of them dinner- despite Hank's insisting that he could do it himself- the two retired to Hank's sofa in the living room. Connor leaned his head on Hank's shoulder as they watched television.

Or at least, that's what Hank was doing.

Connor, however, was reflecting on the past months that he'd known Hank. There'd been so many occasions where Hank had made his heart swell, made him dizzy, some more innocent than others.

He remembered about a month since he'd met him, Hank had, though sarcastically, blown him a kiss on his way out of the cafe after the two had chatted throughout his visit. He remembered the way his heart twisted foreignly.

At first, Jerry 1 had gotten onto him about how he'd stay talking to Hank throughout the older man's entire time spent there, and at his request, Connor had stopped. Hank seemed to miss Connor's company, his shoulders sagged noticeably as he sipped at the coffee Connor had picked out for him. But a couple of days after Jerry had told him to stop, he pulled him aside in the morning before they opened to tell him it was alright if he talked to Hank while he was there, and the knowing look on his face frustrated Connor. Connor was relieved though, to still be able to talk with Hank in the morning, and Hank had been extra sweet to him that day. Connor realized that day he wasn't the only one who looked forward to their time spent together.

As Hank idly played with Connor's hair, he couldn't stop his mind from traveling to more dangerous territory. He then reflected on times less innocent, when his thoughts of Hank made him dizzy with arousal. Times where he had to stop whatever he had been trying to do and jerk himself off to whatever Hank had done that day to drive him crazy.

There was one yoga class before they'd gotten together that Connor was remembering vividly. There wasn't exactly anything special about that day, except when Connor was digging through the closet during his and Hank's private lessons and a box fell and he toppled onto the hard wooden floor. He was utterly winded, laying pathetically on the floor with a box keeping his legs on the floor. Hank was by his side in a surprising amount of time, and he felt the weight pushed off of his legs with ease, and he sighed in relief. Hank grabbed his hand and pulled him up with a smile.

"It's crazy, Connor," Hank had chuckled, fixing Connor's hair with his hand. Connor leaned into his hand shamelessly, enjoying his touch. He met Hank's gaze, which had darkened, and almost squirmed where he stood under his hot gaze. "I'm convinced you could go through hell and still look fuckin' pretty."

Connor made an audible sound of pleasure at the compliment and proceeded to bite his lip to make sure he made no more sound when Hank raked his fingers through Connor's curls. Hank's hand that held Connor's let go and cupped his face and the one in his hair fell to mirror it. Connor maintained his gaze with a struggle. Hank's thumbs rubbed his cheeks, and Connor found himself unable to resist an impulse he had in the past. He grabbed Hank's wrist and brought his hand to his mouth. With his heart hammering through his chest, he licked a long stripe along Hank's palm. Hank's eyes widened significantly, and Connor could feel him tense. He kissed the palm of Hank's hand, and Hank pressed a thumb against Connor's lips. Connor was about to open his mouth for Hank's fingers that pressed against it, but there was the familiar soft knock of Chloe, and Connor startled. They both quickly went to their mats, and the red on their face could be blamed on warming up.