Pairing: Hank/Evan
Warnings: Slash, incest, sex
Author's Notes: I apologize if this seems a little rushed. It wan't going the way I wanted, but it turned out okay, I think. so, th little mini series I had going in this, it started with "Black" and ended with "Arguement" is over. All the rest of the drabbles and oneshots won't be connected to that or each other. Just wanted to clear that up. Review please!
Evan appears from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. He settles on the bed next to Hank and uncaps his favorite lotion and squeezes some out into his hands. He rubs it into his arms and hands, concentrating on his elbows. He moves lower after pouring more into his hands and starts on his legs.
"What are you doing?" Hank finally asks after watching him.
"What does it look like, Henry?" Evan's reply is distracted as he works on his ankles and feet.
"Putting on lotion. Why?" Hank is confused.
"Don't want dry skin. That's gross." Evan frowns down at his hands which are still coated in a layer of lotion.
"You're weird." Hank turns back to his medical journal.
Evan looks between his hands and Hank, a smirk forming. He reaches out and wipes his hands on Hank's bare arms.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" Hank demands, startled.
"Had too much lotion, so I shared." Evan smirks at Hank's expression of shock.
Hank smirks back suddenly, making Evan get slightly nervous.
"Henry, what are you planning?" Evan eyes him warily.
"Oh, nothing." Hank innocently rubs the lotion into his skin.
"Uh huh." Evan is not convinced.
"This smells good. What is it?" Hank asks, sniffing at his hands.
"Warm Vanilla Sugar." Evan answers, turning to put the bottle back on the nightstand.
As he turns back to Hank, he's pushed down on the bed, Hank's lips attached to his. The kiss is hard, deep, and lustful. Hank's hands are trailing down his torso and making him shudder. Hank's mouth parts from Evan's and moves down to his neck, marking him for the world to see. The pace is fast and hurried and it's taking over them as Hank rids them both of their boxers and grabs the lotion from the nightstand.
"You mind?" He asks, waving the bottle at Evan.
"N-No." He pants out.
Hank slides a lotion covered finger into Evan, making him moan and arch. Two more are added, Hank knowing that Evan can handle it.
"Please, Hank." Evan begs, opening blue eyes.
That's all Hank needs to hear as he slicks up his own hard on. He pushes into Evan, making the younger one thrash against the pillows. The pace they set is fast, frantic, almost desperate as Hank curls a hand around Evan's own arousal and strokes in time to his thrusts.
It isn't long before Evan is arching and shuddering, his cum painting their stomachs. His body burns around Hank, the sweet pulsing and tightening bringing him over the edge. He lowers himself onto Evan carefully, kissing him sweetly.
They settle into each other, kisses becoming sleepy and lazy.
"That's a really good lotion." Hank mumbles.
Evan chuckles. "It's actually a body cream. Better than normal lotion."
"Hmm." Hank hums.
They fall asleep, the scent of Warm Vanilla Sugar clinging to them.