Alright, so I'm writing another Hank/Evan. (Btw, I made a LiveJournal comm for this ship. Join it if you find it.)

You guys don't know how awkward I feel writing kissing scenes. I hope my awkwardness doesn't transfer into my writing.

And let's just stop; drop everything,
Forget each other's names and just walk away,
Turn around and head in different directions,
Like we never,
It's like we never knew each other at all,
We said what we feel then we stopped ourselves,
And just walked away.
-Baby, You Wouldn't Last a Minute on the Creek
The Chiodos

Word travels fast in the Hamptons, that's why privacy is so important. Everyone knows everything about everyone else. What happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors until someone else knows. As soon as one person finds out, the whole of the Hamptons does. It's an unwritten code.

The whole point of the concierge doctor was to protect other people's secrets. All the while, he never thought about his own. He never thought of what would happen if people found out his secret. He never thought anyone would. He was over-confident that no one would care about him. He was wrong.

Hank stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

"Well you look gorgeous," Evan said as he leaned down to kiss Hank on the lips.

"Shut up," He replied with a yawn.

"Hey, no need to get rude. I can't help it if you don't take compliments well," Evan retorted and fixed Hank's plate.

Hank stuck out his tongue then took a bite of his breakfast. He had only been with Evan a week but he was happier than ever. Each day was better than the last. All it had taken was those three words, "I love you." Suddenly, everything was right. It was as if his whole life he had been blind and he finally saw the sun.

No one would ever understand until they were in their place. Their love was supposedly wrong, sick, twisted. It didn't matter to them. Their love was deep and pure. It was right.

"What's today?"

"Tuesday."

"No, I meant what's on the schedule for today," Hank explained as he finished eating. He got up and washed the plate then walked over to Evan. He wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist and put his head on his shoulder.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," Evan responded with a grin and kissed Hank again. This time, the kiss was longer and more passionate. Their tongues explored each others' mouths and traced each others' lips. Their mouths crushed against each other until they were sore and couldn't breathe. They stood panting, clinging to each other, unaware of the dangers ahead.

Only five minutes later, Hank's phone rang. He picked it up, thinking it was a client. The voice on the other end didn't let him speak.

"I know you secret. Break up or everyone in the Hamptons will know. You've got an hour."

"What?" Hank asked, his voice threatening to give out. No one could know. How could anyone know?

"You know what I'm talking about. Your "brotherly love"," The voice answered with a cruel laugh.

Hank could feel himself falling before he hit the ground. His world, their world, was crumbling. Someone knew; someone knew and they going to tell everyone. He could feel Evan shaking him, asking what was wrong. He couldn't respond. His throat refused to open and let the words out.

"Hank? Hank, what's wrong? Who was that? Hank?"

Hank took a deep breath and looked up at his brother, "Someone knows. We- we have to break up."