Hank shifted under the sheets, turning at the soft sound of his name. "Connor?" Connor wasn't known to talk in his sleep, frowning in worry Hank left the bed, glancing back at Sumo before stopping at the door. Taking a deep breath, Hank called Connor's name one more time, waiting to see if he would get an answer. The response he received wasn't what he was expecting. The soft, breathy moan wrapped around Hank and refused to let go. It pulled him forward just as his name was whispered again, this time followed by a breathless please. Biting back a groan, Hank closed his eyes. Leaning against the wall, Hank forced himself to keep his gaze from turning to the couch. He was pretty sure he could guess what Connor was doing and who was the reason behind him doing it.
Surprised and turned on, Hank took a deep breath before he slowly moved back. As much as he wanted to go and help Connor, he didn't. Hank wasn't sure he'd be able to explain his actions to the other if he woke up.
Easing back into his room, Hank tried to ignore the thoughts seething in his head. Since when did Connor start thinking about him in that way? What would he do if he knew Hank felt the same? Would he let Hank...
"Fuck, all I heard was him moaning." Shaking his head, Hank slowly climbed back into bed. Glancing over at Sumo, he scowled. "Don't give me that look. You should be proud I left him untouched." Pulling the covers up and over himself with a soft huff, Hank sighed. Despite his comment to Sumo, he knew that if he'd been given the chance, he'd have gone into the living room and given Connor whatever it was he'd been asking for.
Punching the pillow in frustration, Hank forced himself to relax. He was to old to start jerking off to thoughts of his partner. But if he were truly honest with himself. He wanted to, if for no other reason than because he now knew Connor...
Thoughts breaking off at the sound of the bathroom door, Hank turned over. He listened as Connor moved around in the other room before leaving and heading back to the living room. Pushing the covers back, Hank eased the covers back. He could hear the front door and Connor talking to someone. Glancing over at the corner, he was surprised to find Sumo gone. "Must be who Connor's talking to." When he heard the soft click of the door, Hank climbed out of bed and hurried to the front window. Where was Connor going, why hadn't he woke Hank to tell him he was leaving?
Shaking his head, Hank watched as Connor stopped at the car idling by the curb. Who was it that Connor would willingly get into the car with them? Scowling in frustration, Hank ran a hand through his hair. He could get dressed and follow Connor or he could let him go and handle whatever he needed to handle. When his phone pinged with a message, Hank turned. Heading back to his room, he glanced over at the bedside table. When his phone pinged with a second message he frowned. "Maybe it's..."
Went out for a bit, I'll be back in time for breakfast.
Hank sighed. "So Connor felt leaving a message would be better than waking me up." Hank grumbled, annoyed yet pleased at the same time. Shaking his head, he opened the second message.
I will bring breakfast back with me. If there is something specific you want please let me know.
Chuckling, Hank sighed. There was something he wanted alright but wasn't sure how to go about getting it. Shaking his head, Hank climbed back into bed, not surprised when Sumo laid down beside him. "Wish he'd said where he was going and who with, wouldn't worry as much if I knew he was safe."
Hank was sure that whatever Connor needed to do it had something to do with his dreams. Reaching over, he ran a hand over Sumo's head. "Maybe he just needs to figure somethings out? I can wait until he's done that then we can talk." At the dark, silent look from his dog, Hank chuckled. "Ok, fine I'll talk to him tomorrow, right now let's get some sleep."
Rolling to his side, Hank closed his eyes. He wouldn't deny the curl of jealousy at the thought of Connor with someone else. Even if it was just for help, he could have come to Hank. Unless his problem was Hank himself, then he would have gone to Markus or Simon. Growling low in frustration, Hank forced his thoughts away from Connor and his where abouts. If he didn't show in the morning then Hank would go looking for him, until then he would try and get as much sleep as possible before their talk in the morning.