Pairing: Hank/Evan
Warnings: Slash, incest
Author's Notes: Dedicated to missflapjack and not-so-wicked witch for being awesome! Thanks, guys. Review, loves.
Hank shifts on the bed, barely awake and wanting to slip back down into sleep. It's too early for him to be awake. The sun isn't even up yet and he briefly wonders what woke him up in the first place. He stretches his arm out, feeling for Evan and is startled when all he gets is the cool sheets instead. Evan obviously hasn't been there for a while and Hank wonders how he could have missed that.
With a sigh, he's completely awake now, he gets out of bed, hissing when his bare feet touch the cold floor and heads for Evan's room. He pokes his head in, flicking the light on, squinting in the sudden brightness. Evan isn't there either. Hank frowns and turns towards the bathroom, but the light is off and the door is open. Mumbling under his breath, Hank heads downstairs and looks around the dark living room. "Evan? Where are you?"
There's no answer and Hank creeps forward, trying to avoid hitting his shins on random pieces of furniture. He's starting to get a little bit worried now. It's not like Evan to disappear in the middle of the night without a trace. There's a sound over by the patio door and Hank nearly jumps out of his skin. "Evan? That you?"
He hears his brother's startled yelp and smirks. Serves him right for sneaking off. "Yeah, Hank. What are you doing up?" Evan asks, reaching out and turning on the lights.
Both squint briefly, allowing their eyes to adjust. "No, the question here is where the hell were you? I wake up in the middle of the night and you're not there." Hank grumbles, frowning at his brother.
"I took a walk along the beach 'cause I couldn't sleep. Chill." Evan drops his shoes by the door and heads for the stairs, intent on washing the sand off his legs and feet. Hank follows him.
"Don't just disappear like that again, okay? You had me worried when I couldn't find you." Hank's hand on his arm prompts Evan to turn around at the top of the stairs and kiss Hank softly, apologizing without words.
Hank doesn't expect the kiss and it takes him a minute to respond, but Evan is already pulling away from him, telling him it won't happen again. Hank ignores all of this and tugs him back down into another kiss. He had been really worried.
"Go rinse off and come back to bed. We've still got a few hours before we need to be up for the day." Hank gently pushes Evan into the bathroom and goes back into their bedroom, crawling back into bed with a sigh. A few minutes later, Evan joins him and he curls around Hank, skin chilled from the beach air.
"Evan?" Hank says with a sigh.
"Yeah?" Evan shifts against him, pressing closer.
"I love you, but so help me if you don't get your cold feet off of me, I will cut them off." Hank mock growls.
His only answer is Evan's laughter and another kiss. Evan's feet stay firmly pressed against him.