they fuck it out in the car, and then at gavin's place. still, there's that bickering, but it's laced with hidden understanding. that agreement keeps getting an extended deadline. for years.
they drink their bourbons, always having had the same tastes, but not enough to get tipsy. gavin knows that hank doesn't drink much anymore, but he's happy he's comfortable. ecstatic.
"yes. please," gavin doesn't think he's ever said please so easily in his life.
"my place," he answers, voice hoarse already, and straightens out hank's collar, but undoes one of the buttons for good measure.
"you think?" hank acquiesces, thumbing his own shorter beard, nearly shaved thin around his cheeks.
"sure, all those things. still you, though. animals are good like that," gavin murmurs, and he looks just as nervous as hank feels.
"unbelievable," hank winks, and then he's unsure what to do, or say, or act. this whole night turned out in a way he never expected, life always throwing out a loop.
"yeah. of course," gavin breathes out. its so easy to get him flustered.
"i wanted to. for a long time," gavin says, quiet and so achingly unsure, his arm around hank's waist tightening.
"hank," gavin presses, leaning up into his kisses. "you didn't. we both did. shit was different, now it's..."
he holds gavin's waist in his hands, skating his palms up his ribcage to thumb those dusky pink nipples, pushing his shirt up as he goes. he demands gavin's mouth, kissing him fervently, until all gavin can do is focus on him.
"still a mouthy brat, huh?" he hums into his shoulder.
"but hank..." gavin wheedles, eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge between his legs.
"let me take care of you. c'mon." he nods toward the pillows. gavin huffs and flops back onto them, laying a hand close to his hip teasingly.
for the second thing, hank reaches for the pillows, digging underneath. hoping past experiences continue to prove themselves in longevity.
hank hums, "i know it's been a long time, baby, you're so worked up," he says, thumbing the swollen bud, shiny with spit. gavin makes a choked nose and squeezes his eyes shut.
"finally...," gavin breathes out, watching as hank dribbles some onto his fingers, looking blitzed and hazy already. his shoulders are flushed a lovely russet, nearly matching the color on his cheekbones.
hank circles his thumb around his pucker, massaging and smearing a liberal amount of lube there, smearing kisses down gavin's spine as he works.
"c-c'mon, hank, just--just fuck...,"
"what was that?"
gavin sputters when hank drags his fingers up again.
"what do you say?" hank goads, because he does want to spoil gavin, but also kind of maybe wants to hear him plead for it a little. he's always been so lovely when he asks nicely.
"fuck," gavin groans, furrowing his brows at hank hovering over him.
if gavin's beard wasn't as dark as it was, hank imagines he'd see his jaw flex, swallowing down a groan that still vibrates through his chest.
"c'mon, gav...," hank croons, nipping his shoulder, the head of his cock catching on the rim and he feels more than sees gavin shudder underneath him.
"ohh," gavin exhales, and it shudders past his reddened lips like a revelation.
"please. hank," gavin whispers, and it brings hank back to himself, drawing his hips back slowly before thrusting in at a steady pace, keeping their brows pressed together.
"fuck," gavin whines, loving and hating the attention, the exposure. "yes! fuck, yes, hank, you're so--so deep..."
hank stills, and how those big hands ever learned to be so gentle is a question for the universe."i'll stay, sweetheart. as long as you need."