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So I haven’t been posting many works (though I have been writing a bunch of unfinished things), but I’ve been working on something a little more important.
((I’m actually writing this directly into the answer box bc it’s getting late but I wanted to do something tonight so :P Not really much plot here, just a bit of a character study I guess, with a hint of Hankvin Not proofread, rated T.))
Dear Diary,
Jesus I haven’t done this shit in years. I don’t even know where the old book is. Might’ve tossed it with the last of Kat’s stuff she left behind, didn’t exactly keep up with the therapy stuff after that. It’s been four years, I think. Since Cole. Maybe 3 ½ since she left, said I wasn’t trying hard enough. Still dont’ think that losing a kid is something you can deal with if you just try hard enough.
Point is, it’s the anniversary. We’re celebrating, but not for Cole. Gav’s birthday was earlier this week and he said he wanted to drive out of the city to go to this restaurant his mom took him to as a kid. Not asking for much I guess, and Connor’s always interested in going places he hasn’t before. I figured after we could go to a movie, make it a night or something. You’d think at my age I’d be less awkward about this whole dating procedure. Gav doesn’t seem to mind though, doesn’t want a fuss made over him, and I guess that’s all fine with me.
Feels disrespectful. A little bit. First thing the therapist asked me was if I felt guilty when I felt happy. Don't think I ever felt happy then, so I didn’t answer. Don’t see how feeling guilt when I’m happy could be a good thing, but I don’t see why feeling both can be bad either. I’d like to think if Cole was still here he’d like Gavin. Gav’s good with kids, at least better than he is with adults.
Lots of cops are like that I suppose. Seeing how adults treat each other, it’s easy to appreciate a kid’s honesty. Cole was always smart. Always wanted to learn, and Gav knows random shit about just about anything.
I never asked, but I’d imagine Gav probably wants a kid someday. Not that I’m looking for a future with him, but I wonder if I’d be able to handle another kid. I was a good dad, but after all that happened, how am I supposed to put a kid in my car?
It wasn’t my fault, I’m not such a sad sack to think it was. Accidents happen. But who’s to say that being in the same situation won’t drive me all the way back to where I was. Jeffrey pulled all the strings to keep me on the force. For three years. Not sure I deserved that, really, but I guess I’d say I’m grateful.
Not sure if Gav knows that Oct 11 means anything to me. He knows about Cole. Who doesn’t. But It’d be selfish for me to assume he knows the actual date. I don’t think I’ll bring it up. No reason to make him feel bad, esp not for his birthday. Gonna try to
“Hank, Gavin is here.” Connor muses, holding out Hank’s jacket with a pleased expression. “We should leave soon so you can make it to the movie on time.”
“Yeah, guess so.” Hank answers, dropping his portable on the couch cushions as he stands. “Can you grab his gift from the kitchen counter for me?”
Yeah, I’m just gonna blame @vaxreed for this. Cowboy Hankvin Au. Explicit.
The noise Gavin made when his back hit the wall was unintentional, and he looked away to hide the slight flush that crept over his neck. As Hank seethed and closed in on him, remnants of the feeling of Hank's hands drunkenly pulling at his clothes simmered beneath Gavin's skin. "You've got no room to be bitchin' about what Fowler asks you to do. You'd still be chained to a damn pole screaming like a pissed tomcat if it weren't for us." Hank warned, his palm landing on the wearing barn wood near Gavin's ear. He was close enough that Gavin couldn't help but stare him down, not willing to give in. "Probably half dead, knowing your mouth."
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"Ya'll must be aching for it to let Reed have his paws all over you, Hank." Ben laughed around the lip of his beer, shooting a mischievous glance toward the older man. Hank brought a warm palm up to the center of Gavin's chest to separate their mouths. "I mean, I know you've gone both ways since your wife died, but aren't you kinda scrapin' the bottom of the barrel here?"
"Yeah, like you've got room to talk, spending all your damn money at the brothel anytime we're in town." The insult could have been amicable, but Ben's comment had rubbed him the wrong way, and he wasn't taking the lip. "Fuck off."
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"Talked you into letting me go, who's to say I couldn't do it to anyone else?" Gavin hated that his voice sounded so wary, but Hank was so much bigger than he was, and would have been lying if he said it wasn't stealing away both his bravado and his breath. He swallowed slowly and let his eyes flicker down to Hank's chest and then back up to his face. Less than a step closer and Hank would be pinning Gavin between himself and the wall.
"Yeah, well, I wouldn'tve listened to more than two words from you if I'd known it meant I'd have to babysit your ass for weeks." Gavin strained to hear the softness in Hank's words, but it was undeniably there beneath the challenge. They should have talked about what happened days ago, but they let the tense silence stretch and it was like a band ready to snap between them.
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Gavin gasped as Hank's hands grabbed his ass, dragging their hips together desperately as they tumbled in the vast meadow. The thrill of Hank defending him had made every bit of Gavin's body sing with want, and when Hank grabbed his arm and hefted him up on his chestnut brown stallion, Gavin couldn't help but feel heady with it. He would have let Hank take him anywhere, and as it was, anywhere was a untamed field below a vast expanse of stars and coated with tall, soft grass.
Gavin rut against Hank, their erections grinding against each other through their pants sloppily. "Oh…" Gavin sighed wantonly to the quiet night, which Hank swallowed with a grin. Hank's hand grasped for the back of Gavin's neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss with a moan. From several feet away, Bender offered an interested snort at the two, making Hank laugh. "Are you mocking me, you overgrown pony?" Hank sighed at his equine companion, letting his head fall back onto the soft earth.
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"You didn't seem to mind having me around after a few drinks." Gavin offered up, mustering some of his characteristic snark. Hank didn't seem to have an answer for that, but Gavin could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. "What, old man, got nothing to say to--" Gavin was cut off with a hard kiss. There was no affection in it, but there was more than enough lust to make up for that. Hank grabbed at Gavin's dark leather vest, hauling him closer and making Gavin go a bit weak at the knees. When Hank pulled his mouth away, Gavin followed it pathetically even as Hank took a step backward to separate them. Gavin looked at Hank helplessly, waiting to see how far he would go. The smell of damp earth and abandoned hay stores permeated the space between them, making the air feel thick and heavy.
"You annoy the shit outta me." Hank blurted, shaking his head, "But God help me, I can't make myself walk away from you." Hands on his hips, he sounded as frustrated as Gavin felt. Gavin sighed.
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Gavin woke with the sun, vaguely aware of the pins and needles tingling through his right leg. A weight was holding him, his head tucked away from the air and into the smell of campfire and booze and something that was entirely unique and right. He shifted, pulling away from the arm wrapped over his shoulders carefully, tilting his head back to look up at Hank who was still snoring softly. He rolled to lay on his back, extracting his leg from where it was tangled between Hank's knees. The sun felt like an assault on his heavy eyelids, and he knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep. He sat up and jostled Hank forcefully, longing for a cup of the most bitter coffee he could find. "Fucking wake up, Hank." He groaned as he rubbed his eyes. As Hank roused, he finally looked around to get his bearings. "The hell are we?"
"Mm." Hank grunted as he pushed himself off the ground and rubbed the dew chilled skin on the back of his neck. "Probably a couple miles from where we made camp."
"The fuck?" Gavin begged, bewildered.
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"Yeah, well, coming on to me while drunk, screwing around with me in the middle of a field, and then refusing to talk about it didn't exactly make more sense than that, so I don't know what I fuckin' expected." Gavin swore, pacing slightly, "If I annoy you so goddamn much, then maybe you should have thought about that before--"
"There you go off at the mouth again, Jesus, how am I supposed to get a word in edgewise?" Hank cut him off, and Gavin lost most of his venom.
"I'm fucking listening, then." Gavin promised, crossing his arms and watching Hank impatiently.
"Shit, Gavin, I like you way more than I probably should." Hank admitted, shaking his head. "But I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I haven't had-- I've only been around for a good time with doves since my wife died, not anything like this." He locked eyes with Gavin, "I don't wanna ruin a good thing, and I figured maybe you were just drunk and lookin' to get your rocks off the other night." Gavin huffed a laugh.
"You think I'd have to be drunk to want you?" He threw an incredulous grin.
"Weren't you?"
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"Well, look at who finally decided to show face." Ben teased as Hank and Gavin neared their sleeping companions. "Bender made his way back here sometime during the night." He nodded toward the horse who was sloppily drinking from a bucket that he shared with Sumo. "Did you have a nice stroll?" He laughed.
"Glad you're having a good time, Ben." Hank grumped, dropping to sit and pick at the breakfast remnants. Gavin, looking much worse for wear than Hank, dropped a few feet away, laying down unceremoniously and draping an arm over his eyes.
"Rough night, Reed?" Ben offered as he stoked the weakening campfire
"Fuck you, Collins."
"You mean you didn't get enough from Hank last night?" he laughed. Gavin propped himself up and locked eyes with Hank, who threw him a suspicious gaze.
"Nothing happened." Gavin defended sharply, "Except we weren't suffering your company." he rolled his eyes as his back hit the earth again.
"Hm. Well, don’t' get too comfortable, Fowler says we're outta here as soon as y'all were back."
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Gavin let out a sharp breath and looked down at his feet. "I guess I've done some stupid shit in my life. You didn't find me chained up because I was feeding orphaned kids…" He moved closer, "And, yeah, we were both drunk that night, but that doesn't mean it was some whiskey drowned mistake, and it sure as hell won't be next time, either." He was in Hank's space, eyebrows raised in challenge.
"Who says there's gonna be a next time?" Hank posed, offering a smug grin even as his hand raised to grip the open front of Gavin's vest again. Gavin glanced down to Hank's light pull on his clothes, then back up.
"I'd be willing to bet after this time, you won't be able to turn me down." The self satisfied grin that Gavin couldn't contain was dismissed as Hank kissed him with promise.
"Fowler's gonna come t'see what's takin' so long any minute now." Hank seemed to remember. In contrast to his words, he pulled Gavin's purple kerchief away from his neck, planting his lips on salty, stubble-covered skin.
"Then I guess I better get to it then." Gavin tucked his fingertips inside the waistband of Hank's pants and pulled, guiding Hank back over near the wall before dropping to his knees. The sight of Gavin gazing up at him lustfully had Hank's dick stirring to attention as he bit his lip and Gavin unlatched his belt easily. He pulled the fabric down, hooking the elastic of Hank's underwear to drag it down too, licking his lips when presented with Hank's hard cock. He wrapped his left hand around it, stroking slowly and pulling a small moan from Hank as he ran his right hand up the back of Hank's meaty thigh reverently. He gave a gentle squeeze to a handful of Hank's ass, adjusting his posture slightly as his own dick begged for attention.
Hank gasped as Gavin leaned in and pulled Hank into his mouth, sighing with pleasure. He wasted no time on taking it as deep as he could, basking in the shudder that ran through Hank's body and had his knees going weak at the feeling of Gavin's tongue running along the sensitive underside of his dick enthusiastically. Gavin dropped his hand from Hank's cock to his own, tugging his belt open and getting his hand into his pants impatiently. He moaned as he stroked himself, hips jerking into his hand as he hollowed his cheeks. Hank stumbled slightly from the pleasure and threw his free hand against the wall for support, "Goddamn, it's been a while." He groaned, low and filled with desire. Gavin bobbed his head quickly, letting out needy moans as he did.
Feeling Hank's tension with his efforts to remain upright, Gavin tightened his arm wrapped around Hank's thigh, pulling Hank closer with minimal effort, and letting out a satisfied noise when Hank was forced to move closer. He widened his stance, placing his feet on either side of Gavin's thighs, and the change in posture had him pushing his dick further down Gavin's throat. Gavin let out a pitched noise and dug his fingers into Hanks backside again, pulling him closer still. "You want it so fuckin' bad, don't you?" Hank breathed in awe, and Gavin managed the smallest nod as he encouraged Hank to rock himself in and out of Gavin's begging mouth. Hank pushed his hand into Gavin's hair and used it to guide Gavin to move faster while he tried not to let the sinful shuddering moan that came from Gavin push him over the edge.
It didn't matter, because the feeling of the head of his dick abusing the back of Gavin's throat combined with the blatant want that Gavin couldn't help but radiate had his orgasm approaching relentlessly. If the unrestrained moans coming out of Gavin were any indication, he was right there with Hank. He let Hank guide him completely, thrusting between Gavin's lips sloppily as Gavin writhed enough that he could pull his dick out of his pants. The sight of Gavin pleasuring himself as he submitted to Hank's own pleasure was too much, and Hank cursed and spilled down Gavin's throat without warning. With Hank's cock taken as deep as possible, the feeling of cum filling him further hit Gavin too hard, his throat spasming around Hank and making him jerk backward on impulse. The last of Hank's speed spilled over Gavin's chin and neck.
Hank panted and shuddered with the last of his climax as Gavin leaned back against the wall and tilted his head back to bare his neck and moan again, still thrusting up into his fist at an erratic pace. Hank let himself drop down in front of Gavin, planting a filthy kiss on Gavin's cum-painted mouth. Gavin moaned into it and Hank wrapped his larger hand around Gavin's, letting Gavin gasp and arch into the touch. HIs mouth followed Hank's when they separated, begging for more, but instead it was filthy words that Hank gave him; "You gonna cum for me, Tomcat?" He purred close to Gavin's ear, and that was all it took to have Gavin lurching forward to spill over the dusty earth between their legs.
Gavin laid his forehead on Hank's shoulder as he came down, breathing in Hank's scent and wishing they didn't have to separate or leave that barn ever. Before long, though, Hank was pulling away to stand and redress himself, straightening out his clothes until he was satisfied and finally offered a hand to help Gavin off his knees. As Gavin righted his own trousers, Hank bent to retrieve his hat that had been discarded at some point, and then smiled as he pulled Gavin's kerchief to wipe the seed from his stubble gently. Gavin mirrored his lazy grin and spoke, "Guess we have to go back now." He straightened, standing on his toes to share a soft but longing kiss with Hank before they headed back out of the barn.
Oh, what's that? I've never even tried to play a Dragon Age Game? Well, I blame Starkholic and Distractionpie for this WHOLE thing. Major Beta/advice kudos to Starkholic for their help with me blindly throwing stones in the Dragon Age Universe.
Context for this: Gavin is the (reluctant) inquisitor, and Hank is Blackwall.
I do apologize for anything that's really inaccurate, I really was taking a shot in the dark on most of this, so please enjoy, and feel free to offer suggestions!
"Oh fuck." Gavin groaned quietly, his hand coming to his side by impulse, though it wasn't going to do anything to stop the blood. Behind him, Hank was yelling at him for interfering with his shot, not realizing that Gavin had blocked an incoming one. His fingertips grazed the arrow shaft, and his first thought was that the asshole should've aimed higher, shooting someone in the gut wasn’t guaranteeing a victory.
But it hurt. God, did it hurt. Waves of blinding heat and pain radiated across Gavin's body as Hank pushed past him, and the two steps he took out of Hank's way made pain shoot down across his hip and leg. So he wasn't going to be running anywhere anytime soon, close combat wasn't an option, and if he waited much longer it was unlikely he'd be standing at all. Loathe as he was to admit it, he wasn't going to be useful without Connor's aid.
"Connor!" He barked, keeping his eyes on Hank as he let himself down on the ground. In the moment before Connor was next to him, Gavin watched Hank's face fall and distraction lend him to taking a blunt hit to the shoulder. "Pay fucking attention, Hank!" Gavin scowled at him as Connor pushed his hands away and tore at the punctured fabric of his shirt.
"This is going to hurt." Connor stated as he yanked the arrow out of the fleshier part of Gavin's waist. Gavin screamed.
"You're supposed to say that as a warning!" He yelped as he panted away the renewed pain. Hank lurched away from the onslaught,
"Fuck, Gav, are you--"
"And then you tense up and it hurts more. Stop complaining." Connor spoke over Hank's concern. Gavin watched Hank's back as he swung his sword in a broad arc, taking out another of the few remaining darkspawn. As he extracted his blood-washed sword from the fallen's chest, another came at his side unexpectedly.
It felt like time slowed. Gavin pulled a dagger from one of the sheaths along his thigh and hurled it at the creature's head, puncturing the side of their neck before they could land their claws on Hank. "Oh shit. That worked." Gavin mused, surprised at his own skill.
"Stay still, Inquisitor." Connor said, more irritation in his voice that Gavin was used to. He and Connor may not have been on the friendliest of terms, but Connor had also always been fairly reserved around Gavin, no 'bedside manner' to be shown.
"Oh fuck off. You wanna be trying to save Hank when they rip the damn flesh off of his skull? And don't call me that." He grit out. He wasn't about to admit that Connor was right if only because the move had probably interrupted the spell and made the pain worse to boot.
Over Connor's shoulder, Nines speared the last of the darkspawn on a shard of ice, still retaining his ever present placid composure. "Is he going to be alright?" He mused, stepping close to where Connor crouched over Gavin with his bare palms laid on Gavin's tanned skin.
"He'll be fine, assuming he doesn't make any poorly-judged moves like that again. Hank has a shield, Gavin."
"I don’t understand." Nines mused, looking over to the slain troupe of bodies.
"Connor, do not." Gavin scowled. Connor rolled his eyes,
"He took an arrow that was aimed at Hank." He breathed at his brother, shooting an unimpressed look over his shoulder.
"Foolish." was all Nines said, even as Connor sat back on his haunches. Gavin looked to where he'd been impaled, running fingers over the smear of dried blood.
"Thank you." He offered begrudgingly to Connor as he pushed himself to his feet. He tugged at his shirt to cover the exposed skin and moved slowly over to where his dagger still stuck out of the darkspawn's neck and pulled it out, wiping blood off on his cloak and placing it back in its sheath.
They moved into the forest to camp for the night, though the sun had barely began its descent from the sky. Gavin sat at Hank's side as the brothers made off to find something to eat, kindling the fire.
"Are you okay?" Hank spoke, using some scrap leather to clean off his broadsword with water. Not the best care, but better than leaving it caked with flesh.
"Connor says I will be." He didn't look at Hank. They sat for a long moment of tense silence.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" When Hank spoke up, his voice was tinted with anger. Gavin could feel his steely gaze, sharp as the weapon spanning his lap.
"I fucking wasn't, okay? They both already told me how stupid I was, I don't really wanna hear it from you too." Gavin snapped back. He felt exhaustion wearing on him and Hank's abrasiveness wasn't calming him any. He wanted to sleep, and not on the damn ground in a forest, but he didn't have a whole lot of choice. There was no way of making it back to civilization tonight with him still recovering. "I'm fine, just drop it."
"I'm not going to drop it, Gav." Hank sighed, "You saw a fucking arrow aimed at me and jumped in front of it, that's not something I can just pretend didn't happen."
"You really don't need to phrase it like that." Gavin put his forehead into his palms, trying to rub the tiredness away. "It was impulsive. Next time I'll let it hit you then." He said, shrugging vaguely.
"I don't need you to protect me."
"Fuck, I know you don't." Gavin groaned. "But I don't need to see you get hurt." he added as an afterthought. He regretted it the moment he said it, and sat up straighter, picking up pebbles and tossing them into the campfire. "Just, fucking, leave it be, Hank. I don't want to talk about it."
"Listen, Gav, we've been through a lot of shit, fuck if I don't know that, but I don't care if you don't want to talk about it. Better now than when we've got them pretending not to listen." Hank sheathed his weapon and laid it to the side, propped over his shield. "You tried to banish me, and next time I hear from you, you need me and Connor to escort you to the next city over."
"I didn't--" Gavin groaned in frustration, "I didn't want you banished. I couldn't make the fucking choice. Because I knew that I didn't have any options that I wanted to pick! I fucking-- I was so fucking angry for what you did! I wanted you to hurt the way you made me hurt, but I knew I couldn't make myself go through with it. I never wanted any of this shit laid on me, but you used me!" He made to stand, but was hit with a pang of dizziness and swayed on his feet.
"Gav, you need to sit down and rest." Hank reasoned.
"No, you wanted to talk, so here we are, fucking talking!" Gavin's voice raised as he steadied himself. "I wanted to pardon you, you asshole, but you didn't deserve it. And then I said to get you away and they took that as far fucking away, and shit, I didn't have the balls to say otherwise! This whole trip was an excuse to see you!"
Hank looked up at Gavin, appraising him for a long moment. “If you get yourself killed, you won’t be seeing anything.” He offered quietly, though he couldn’t manage any more anger at Gavin’s confession. “What if I had just fucking left?” He posed, “What if your courier never found me? Seems a shit plan if you ask me.”
“I told her not to come back until she did.” Gavin shrugged, “Tina understood all of it, and if I’m honest she probably understood it better than I did then.” Gavin crosses his arms, watching the flames instead of Hank. “I would have fucking waited until she did. You were... worth it.” His voice was sullen.
“I don’t know about that.” Hank sighed. “But you could have died for me today so I guess I can’t argue with it.” He watched Gavin and noticed that the sun was finally casting gold shadows through the forest canopy. Connor and Nines would be back soon. Gavin finally sat back down, blinking away the lightheaded was as he plopped down clumsily. “I guess the only thing I can say is thank you.” Hank admitted quietly.
“You’re fucking welcome.” Gavin resigned, moving close enough to lean against Hank’s side. He already knew his excuse if any of his traveling companions thought to question the physical affection: he was feeling weak and didn’t want to lay down before they ate.
It was unnecessary though; after a long moment Hank’s arm braced around his waist supportively as Gavin let his eyes fall closed.
“Don’t pass out.” Hank soothed, and Gavin thought his voice might have been closer than he remembered.
“I’m fine.” He promised, blinking alert again. He lifted his head slowly, “Just worn out.” He mused. He made to sit himself up straighter, though no further away from Hank. Hank brought his other hand up to pull Gavin’s chin toward his own. They locked eyes for a moment, trying to read each other, and then Gavin closed the distance. They kissed in the quiet twilight of an unnamed forest as Connor and Nines’ footsteps neared, and didn’t part until Connor cleared his throat in an attempt at tact.
Hank smiled at Gavin, who looked more worn than ever, before looking up at the pair of mages.
“Anything good?”
“Rabbit.” Nines spoke, crouching down to dress the game that he held before laying it beside the fire.
Wait fuck I didn't read the post fully I just saw finger tip kisses and when to send an ask. Fuck sorry.
You don’t have to apologize? Actually I’m not actually sure what you’re apologizing for unless you don’t want some fluff? I mean I like the ask you sent so I’m gonna write that unless you object?
A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.
A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.
An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.
Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.
Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.
French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.
Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.
A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.
A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.
Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.
Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.
A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.
A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.
One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.
Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.
Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.
One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.
Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.
A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.
A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.
A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.
Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.
Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.
Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.
Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.
One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.
Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.
Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.
Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.
A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.
An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.
Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.
An awkward kiss given after a first date.
Starting with eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.
Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.
Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.
Kissing tears from the other’s face.
A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.
Kisses shared under an umbrella.
Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.
A kiss pressed to the top of the head.
Tentative kisses given in the dark.
Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.
A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.
A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.
One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.
Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.
A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.
So, a friend is having a bad day, so I thought I’d do a little something to cheer her up. Just some Reed900.
It's just a pen.
The words shone white against the black screen that Rafe held in front of him as he crouched in front of Gavin. He watched Gavin's eyes glance up at the screen before dropping to his crossed legs again where his hands rested and he picked viciously at the cuticle of his left thumb. The way he'd stormed away from his desk had most of the bullpen rolling their eyes, used to Gavin's questionable behavior. Rafe couldn't force himself to be unconcerned with his partner, though, and had followed shortly after. The purple pen lay in pieces on Gavin's desk. When the plastic casing had snapped, the eggplant colored ink splattered over Gavin's fingers and left a stain despite Gavin having smeared it on the thighs of his jeans.
I'll find a replacement.
Rafe's hand had gone white as he interfaced with the device in his hand. When Gavin didn't look, Rafe tapped his knee twice to get his attention. Gavin sighed as he pulled at his nail bed enough to make it glow red with inflammation and shifted against the wall so that his knees were pulled up between him and his partner. He let his head fall back and knock against the wall, looking down his nose at Rafe's placid expression.
"It feels like shit's just falling apart." He spread his fingers wide with his wrists resting on his knees before letting them fall lax. "Fowler's up my ass, I'm exhausted, every fucking lead we had is bust…" He sighed, "I'm not gonna make rent because I had to have my damn portable replaced. Everything's just fucked." He explained, closing his eyes and taking a breath. Rafe grabbed one of his hands and placed a quiet kiss on his knuckles
I can help.
"You gonna pay my damn rent?" Gavin huffed a laugh, it came out shaky, but Rafe's affection had prompted a small smile.
I get paid for my work. Gavin gave Rafe's hand a slight squeeze
"I'm won't let you pay my rent." Gavin promised.
Let me buy you a new pen. Rafe quirked the corner of his mouth in a smile to match Gavin's, an expression that didn't come naturally but was filled with genuine sentiment. He stood, and tugged at Gavin's purple-stained hand until he stood as well, and they got back to work.
Also!!! “Did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” for Convin if u want 💕
Here you go! Some fluff!
“Gavin?” Connor spoke, moderating his volume andtone in the dark apartment. It was the middle of the night, 4:26am to beprecise, and Gavin had left the bed fourteen minutes prior for the sanctuary ofthe microfiber upholstered plush sofa in the living room. Connor stood, preparedto follow, but made a second guess of it and bundled up the comforter to bringwith him.
True to expectation, Gavin was sitting on the couch with hisback to the bedroom. His head was dropped To the side, resting atop his elbow on the back of the couch. The softglow of a streetlamp was shining through the window and casting blue shadowsacross the dark of the apartment. Connor moved around the couch, wrapping theblanket of Gavin’s shoulders quietly before sitting in front of him. He watchedGavin patiently, noting the way Gavin’s gaze flickered to him and then back tohis lap, unfocused and watery. They sat in silence, even as Gavin’s fluffycream-colored cat hopped onto the couch between them, planting herself justbetween their knees and holding lookout over anything that may come to disturbas Gavin’s fingers fiddled with the swish of her thick tail.
It wasn’t the first time they’d done this, and Connor had longsince learned that getting Gavin to explain himself usually did more harm thangood. Gavin was expressive, and it shouldn’t have seemed so unexpected afterhow blatantly Gavin had hated them when they first met. If Gavin wanted totalk, he would, and Connor had nothing but time to wait. He draped his armacross the back of the couch, his fingers just grazing Gavin’s elbow as a smallcomfort of his presence.
Time passed slowly, and Connor refrained from counting theoccasional tears the followed the curve of Gavin’s cheeks until a rough palmfuriously wiped them away. Accustomed as he was, Connor never enjoyed thesemoments where Gavin just hurt and hewas helpless to offer relief. He let his fingers wander over Gavin’s lower arm,and the fact that Gavin didn’t move in the slightest was enough permission forConnor to continue to do so until Gavin let out a harsh sob and shifted to situp straighter.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He sniffed, wiping away themost recent of tears. Connor’s impulse was to contradict Gavin, but instead heoffered a small smile.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyesare?” He offered. Gavin sniffed again, but tried to smile no less.
“We should watch something other than rom-coms nexttime.” He let his hand drop to his folded legs, startling the feline. Hepushed his fingers into the fur at the back of her neck, stilling her as sherelaxed back onto the cushion.
“I wasn’t trying to copy a movie. I mean it,Gavin.” Connor offered earnestly. With his free hand, Gavin entwined hisfingers with Connor and nodded obligingly. “Your eyes are very different frommy own. If I were to produce a tearful reaction, they couldn’t even begin tomock how yours look. My expression can remain completely placid, but, your eyesshine. You can show exactly how you feel with one glance.” He explained with some reverence, “They may bewhat I find most attractive about you.” Gavin tried a laugh, but it cameout half broken.
“Here I thought it was all for my charm.” Heshrugged, though his sarcastic tone betrayed his deprecation. “Nobody eversaid you have good taste, I take?”
“If everyone liked the same thing, everyone would wantyou.” Connor offered, “And I don’t think I’d be open tosharing.”
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“Tell me something.” Connor demanded, laying onhis front while Gavin stretched languidly beside him. His ankles were swayingin the air, crossed as he watched Gavin sigh happily,
“Something?”
“Something about you I don’t already know.”
“Before my mom died, she promised as soon as she gotbetter she was gonna take me and my sister to Disney World. She said it was herhappy place, and she thought that we deserved it.” Gavin rubbed his eyesin the beams of morning sun that cast stripes over him through the blinds.“I’m sure she didn’t have the money for it, there was no way, but it wasnice to have something happy to dream about for a while.” He offered ahalf-smile, not quite sad but wistful.
“Would you still want to go?” Connor tilted hishead, smiling back carefully
“I don’t fuckin’ know.” Gavin groaned, ready to bedone with the confession. He sat up and looked over his shoulder at Connor,“Why? Do you?”
“Hmm.” Connor rolled over and sat up too, placinga gentle kiss on Gavin’s shoulder “While I can’t say it’s occurred to mebefore, should the opportunity arise I don’t think I’d be opposed.” heexplained, smiling into the kiss that Gavin gave him in return.
“Well, you’d look adorable as hell in one of those Mickeyear hats.” Gavin shrugged, “Come on, let’s go shower.”
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“Tell me something.” Connor demanded, laying onhis front while Gavin stretched languidly beside him. His ankles were swayingin the air, crossed as he watched Gavin sigh happily,
“Something?”
“Something about you I don’t already know.”
“Before my mom died, she promised as soon as she gotbetter she was gonna take me and my sister to Disney World. She said it was herhappy place, and she thought that we deserved it.” Gavin rubbed his eyesin the beams of morning sun that cast stripes over him through the blinds.“I’m sure she didn’t have the money for it, there was no way, but it wasnice to have something happy to dream about for a while.” He offered ahalf-smile, not quite sad but wistful.
“Would you still want to go?” Connor tilted hishead, smiling back carefully
“I don’t fuckin’ know.” Gavin groaned, ready to bedone with the confession. He sat up and looked over his shoulder at Connor,“Why? Do you?”
“Hmm.” Connor rolled over and sat up too, placinga gentle kiss on Gavin’s shoulder “While I can’t say it’s occurred to mebefore, should the opportunity arise I don’t think I’d be opposed.” heexplained, smiling into the kiss that Gavin gave him in return.
“Well, you’d look adorable as hell in one of those Mickeyear hats.” Gavin shrugged, “Come on, let’s go shower.”
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