Pairing: Hank/Evan
Warnings: Slash, incest, implied sex
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: I don't like the first three chapters of this oneshot, but whatever. The rest is good. As always feedback of any kind is love!
It is very hard to make Evan blush because he has no shame. Or rather, that's what he would have you believe. You can't just say outrageous things and watch his reaction, like you could normal people, because he'll probably say something even more outrageous and you end up the one blushing. You can't dare him to go up to random women and flirt with them because he does that on his own. So you see the problem in making him blush. You can't go about it using the normal methods.
However, Hank has found a few ways to make him blush and he takes advantage of them every chance he has because Evan is adorable when the light red colors his face and neck and the tips of his ears. Hank smirks to himself and eyes his brother sitting at the table next to him.
He gets up and leans on the back of Evan's chair. He bends down slightly so Evan can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over the back of his neck. Evan pauses in his writing for a moment, obviously wondering what Hank is planning, but continues after a few seconds pass and all Hank has done is stand there and breathe on him.
"You know, I won't get these done any faster with you breathing down my neck." Evan says, voice light and joking.
Hank makes no reply, just allows his tongue to trace the outer shell of Evan's ear before nibbling gently at the lobe. Evan inhales sharply and his pen slips from his grasp, fingers gripping the edge of the table tightly. Already Hank could feel he heat rising in Evan's neck and face. This is one of Evan's weak spots, and Hank knows it and uses it against his brother. He releases the ear and pulls Evan out of the chair, their lips meeting immediately. They battle for dominance before Evan gives into Hank.
Still kissing, they manage to make it into the bedroom and fall into a tangle of limbs on the bed, Evan on top. They continue kissing and Hank's hands are soon roaming underneath Evan's shirt, caressing his sides and sliding up to brush against his nipples, making him moan.
Hank flips them over, so he's the one on top and bites softly at Evan's lower lip, earning himself a louder moan. He leans back, straddling Evan's thighs, allowing Evan to sit up slightly and tugs off both their shirts, throwing them on the floor. Their lips meet again and this time it's gentle, not so hurried.
Afterwards, they lay in bed, soaking up the afterglow and talking quietly. Hank has an arm around Evan and their fingers are laced. Evan's back is pressed against Hank's chest and, even though he can't see it, he knows there is a faint smile curling up the edges of Evan's lips.
He presses his lips to the back of Evan's neck and whispers softly, "I love you."
He feels more than sees the blush that spreads across Evan's face and neck. "Love you too."
Hank laughs quietly . "You know, you are so cute when you do that."
Evan rolls over to face him, cheeks still a pretty shade of pink. "Do what?"
"Blush." Hank says, then catches Evan's lips again.
"I do not blush." Evan protests after the kiss.
"You do. And it's cute, so hush." Hank kisses him again.
Evan makes some mumbled disagreement, but then gives in to the kiss.
They settle back down in the bed, Evan rolling back over, so they were spooning and pulls Hank's arm back around him. Fingers once again laced, they fall asleep together.