Pairing: Hank/Evan
Warnings: Incest, slash, implied sex, implied sex in a public place
Author's Notes: Sorry it's been so long since the last update! I've been busy and lost my muse for this fandom for a while since there's no new episodes, but there will be soon, I hope. Review, loves!
The sand was warm underneath his back, the cool water lapping at his bare feet as he stared up at the sky. The stars were so bright tonight, like some careless god or goddess had dropped several handfuls of diamonds onto the black velvet of the sky, leaving them there to sparkle for the mortals.
He wasn't quite sure when Evan joined him, but he didn't mind sharing the stars with him. They sat in silence, both had their attention fixed on the heavens above them.
A shooting star crossed the sky and a few more followed. Evan shifted, rolling over to face Hank. "Remember when we were younger, what you told me the shooting stars were?"
Hank glanced over at him. "Yeah, I said they were dreams that had come true. That they were so pretty that everyone wanted one, so that's why people tried so hard to achieve their dreams, so they could have a star of their own. I can't believe you remember that."
"One of the few times I listened to you." Evan smirked, rolling back over to face the sky.
Hank smiled softly to the sky. The water crept higher up their legs until it was at their knees. Hank stood, dusting the sand off of him, reaching out a hand to pull Evan to his feet.
His hands settled at Evan's waist as he pressed his lips to Evan's, the kiss chaste and sweet. Evan smiled against his brother's lips, arms settling around Hank's neck. The cool night breeze caressed them like a third lover, fingers curling through their hair, sliding around them.
They parted gently, Hank moving further up on the beach, tugging Evan with him, tumbling down onto the sand, giggling lightly. Hank kissed Evan again, this time with more passion, tongue slipping out to ask for entrance. Evan happily granted it, lips parting, his tongue meeting to dance the familiar and exciting dance.
Things weren't hurried between them. There was no need for the rush tonight. Not with the stars shining so brightly above them. Kisses were exchanged, hands feeling, touching. Everything was perfect. Passion built like the tide, slow and steady, taking them higher and higher until they were falling, flying, and coming back down into themselves.
Evan snuggled into the open circle of Hank's arms, savoring the warmth of his brother. "That was amazing."
"Yeah, who knew sex on the beach was that fun?" Hank smiled.
"Hmm." Evan sighed, lips pressing against Hank's neck briefly.
"we should head back to the house." Hank said, making no effort to get up.
"Yeah, probably." Evan agreed, cuddling even more into Hank's side.
Hank laughed, hand stroking Evan's hair, making the younger man purr in pleasure.
"I'm pretty sure you were a cat in a past life." Hank said, amusement twinkling in his hazel eyes.
"'Kay." Evan murmured sleepily.
"Come on, let's get you into bed." Hank stood, pulling the sleepy Evan with him.
He wrapped an arm around his brother's waist and half-carried him back home.
He paused at the door, turning to look at the sky for one last look at the stars.
They shone especially bright that night just for them.