Pairing: Hank/Evan
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Slash, incest, light sexual content
Author's Notes: I got this image of Evan in my head one day and it provided this cute/fluffy piece. Review, please!
Hank carefully untangles himself from Evan and walks into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of wine. He wasn't quite sure what had woken him up, but he wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, he could already tell. He picks up the book he was reading early and opens it to his page and sips at his wine.
An hour later, Evan wakes up, alone, in bed and is not happy with that fact. He sits up and rubs at his eyes, glancing at the bedside clock. 3:37 a.m. Lovely. He sighs and gets up, tugging on the first piece of clothing he can find, which is a shirt. He buttons it up and heads into the living room, following the light.
He finds Hank on the couch reading and an empty wine glass in front of him. He yawns, catching Hank's attention. Hank takes in his brother's appearance. Hair disheveled from sleep, wearing nothing but Hank's shirt which is a little bit big on him, the ends of the long sleeves covering his hands, the hemline falling just barely to mid-thigh. Hank is sure this is the most sexy thing he's ever seen.
"Why are you awake?" Evan says, before yawning again.
Hank blinks, jerking his eyes from the thigh that's currently teasing him, to Evan's face. "I just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep."
Another yawn is his reply. Evan wraps his arms around his torso and hugs himself. "Let's go back to bed. It's cold in here."
Hank laughs. "Of course it's cold. All you're wearing is my shirt."
Evan blinks at him, then looks down. "Oh. I didn't even notice. I was wondering why it smelled like you." He shrugs and looks expectantly at Hank.
"Alright, just let me put my glass away." Hank disappears briefly in the kitchen, then returns. "Ready?" He asks. Evan nods and turns back to their room.
They both crawl into bed, Evan still wearing Hank's shirt.
"You know, it's kinda sexy." Hank says, reaching out to stroke the fabric on Evan's chest.
"What? Me in your clothes?" Evan asks, blinking.
"Yeah." Hank kisses him, then wraps his arms around him.
"You're weird." Evan snuggles down happily against Hank's chest.
"You love me anyway." Hank replies, kissing the top of Evan's head.
"Yeah, I do." Evan says, voice thick with sleep.
"I love you too." Hank says.
A gentle sigh is his only reply as Evan has already fallen asleep.