"C'mon, Bill," Hank drawls, throwing an arm around the blond. "I gotta give you a proper send-off. Like like in those movies Cotton's always watchin'."
"I don't know, Hank," Bill answers, slinging an arm around Hank's shoulder and practically holding up the brunet.
"Come on Bill," Hank says, nudging his friend. "Please? Then it'll be a real send-off."
"Oh all right Hank. Once." Bill closes his eyes and Hanks grins, pressing his lips against the blond's and wrapping his arms around Bill's shoulders.
"Imma miss you," he murmurs into Bill's mouth, pulling back and shoving his face against Bill's shoulder.
Bill wraps his arms around the brunet, holding Hank in his arms, leaning his head against his. "I'm gonna miss you too, Hank." He pauses, easing Hank into his car. "Come on. Let's get you home."
Hank grins at him, sloppily kissing the blond's cheek. "Bill. Bill. I I wanna go t'your house. Can we, Bill? An' and you can wear your un'form?"
Bill chuckles, sliding into the driver's seat, and turning the key. "All right, Hank."
Hank stumbles into Bill's living room, the blond's arm steady and warm at his waist. "Bill," he mumbles, burying into his chest. "Bill, Bill, please can we..."
Bill sighs, cradling Hank's head against his chest, before grinning at him.
Shoving the brunet onto the couch, Bill presses a kiss to Hank's lips, easing down his chest. Hank moans, clinging to Bill's shoulders.
"Bill Bill. Leave the un'form on. I like it bet'r."
Another chuckle. "I can't do it with the pants on."
Hank pauses, looking up at him, thinking and he pouts briefly. "'Kay. but but keep the jacket on."
"Just for you, Hank."
Hank's eyes close as Bill collapses against him and he succumbs to pleasure.
"Bill," he gasps out and Bill kisses his cheek.
"Go to sleep, Hank."
"But-"
"Shh, Hank. Here," Bill whispers, draping his jacket over the brunet and kissing his lips softly. Hank curls into the jacket, wrapping it around himself and slipping into sleep.