[ hank isn't in the habit of sharing his porn-watching habits with other people; not even with connor, who, for the past few weeks or so, has been readily indulging in a growing amount of depravity with him. hell, the sex is great, and finally hank sees the point of all those assholes preferring androids to humans.
it still leaves a bad taste in his mouth, because he's pretty sure a lot of their androids aren't connor, who is special enough to have a wide range of emotions on his own, who is almost as human as they come. he's also pretty sure they're only just in it for the sex. with connor, shit's different -- that little asshole has been a pain in his ass for about as long as they've met, but the difference is that hank... likes him enough for him to want him to stick around.
they work well together, they trust each other, and even if hank doesn't have the faintest idea why connor has taken to him as much as he has (it's still a fucking bad idea, by the way; he makes sure to remind connor of that every chance he gets). more importantly, connor often makes hank feel like the maybe the answer can't be found looking into the barrel of a gun. he still doesn't know what to make of that -- he doesn't want to, because the more he broods on it, the more he knows that he doesn't deserve someone like connor.
so here they are now, hank determinedly not thinking about things, about what it might mean when connor is over here so often for so long that he might as well move the fuck in to save money for rent. hell, even sumo whines when connor isn't around, which is just great, really. here they are, with hank draping an arm around connor in bed, who's curling against his bare chest.
he's clicking on a link -- a young, fresh-faced man (who's supposed to be an accountant) barely older than 20 and a grizzled, bearded viking of an older man in a towel who's lifting him up into his arms, pressing him up against the full length windows and bright daylight, passionately sucking face, tongues shamelessly laving at each other. ]
You've really never watched porn on your own before?
we can't make any promises now, can we, babe?
it still leaves a bad taste in his mouth, because he's pretty sure a lot of their androids aren't connor, who is special enough to have a wide range of emotions on his own, who is almost as human as they come. he's also pretty sure they're only just in it for the sex. with connor, shit's different -- that little asshole has been a pain in his ass for about as long as they've met, but the difference is that hank... likes him enough for him to want him to stick around.
they work well together, they trust each other, and even if hank doesn't have the faintest idea why connor has taken to him as much as he has (it's still a fucking bad idea, by the way; he makes sure to remind connor of that every chance he gets). more importantly, connor often makes hank feel like the maybe the answer can't be found looking into the barrel of a gun. he still doesn't know what to make of that -- he doesn't want to, because the more he broods on it, the more he knows that he doesn't deserve someone like connor.
so here they are now, hank determinedly not thinking about things, about what it might mean when connor is over here so often for so long that he might as well move the fuck in to save money for rent. hell, even sumo whines when connor isn't around, which is just great, really. here they are, with hank draping an arm around connor in bed, who's curling against his bare chest.
he's clicking on a link -- a young, fresh-faced man (who's supposed to be an accountant) barely older than 20 and a grizzled, bearded viking of an older man in a towel who's lifting him up into his arms, pressing him up against the full length windows and bright daylight, passionately sucking face, tongues shamelessly laving at each other. ]
You've really never watched porn on your own before?