[ this is totally not flirting, totally not, and hank is not sinfully, achingly attracted to him. except he is, and he observes the way connor puts on an act, like he's older than he is the way teenagers do, and he feels a throb of desire, a sharp want spike through him. connor is so very young, so very beautiful, and he watches how his adams apple bobs when he swallows the beer, the soft pink flash of his tongue.
god, he's fucked. hank forces himself to look away, to help out with the buns. he's taking them out from the package, sliding out the sliced cheese from the fridge and puts them on the bread, ready for the patties. he wonders if connor knows that by saying that, he'd pretty much just essentially marked his own age -- that's something someone young would say, and he only smiles, wry and small.
he's seen way too much, but he likes this anyway. ]
Never say never. One day, that might just happen.
[ connor might love someone more than racing -- and that's okay, too. ] Here, put 'em on. I'll have you know that those burger patties are made with my special recipe.
( it's all very in sync and harmonious, the way they get the food ready. it's got to be pushing four AM by now but connor doesn't care. he's spending time with hank, and that alone is worth the sleep deprivation. ...as a friend of course, the man works on his bike, tunes it to perfection, and connor is essentially putting his life in the older man's hands. if something goes wrong at the speeds he races at, even the best suits and helmets couldn't save him. connor is putting a phenomenal amount of trust in hank's work, and the man has never let him down.
also, he's really hungry now.
he smiles as they set it all up, hank prepping the buns and connor sliding the patties into place. he takes his plate and moves to the island counter, standing as he starts to wolf down the first burger. it stops him from responding for a while, more focused on devouring the food in front of him than anything else, but once he's a good two thirds into the first he starts to consider a response. and ever the eloquent one, connor just shrugs. )
Maybe, ( he says once he's finished burger number one. ) maybe I'd want someone that loved all of me. Not just the bits that they preferred.
( maybe that's too much to ask for, maybe his optimism shows his age, maybe he's not the one to talk about love when he's never even been in a real committed relationship before. but a guy can hope, right? )
Also, ( he's already starting on burger number two, and this time he's talking with his mouth half full, but he's still managing to grin as he speaks. ) these are fucking great. Seriously. What do you put in them? Or is it an Anderson secret?
[ oh, that is so sweet, and that is exactly what a teenager would say and hank feels like a filthy old man who should be too old for this, but here they are. connor tells him what he really would like to find in a person, and hank thinks that it's easy to love him for everything that he is.
his mouth is dry, just a little, and he's taking his own burger, thoughtfully chewing through it instead of wrecking it like a damn hurricane like what connor's doing. it's quite something, watching him, and he can't help but smile briefly. ]
A little salt, pepper, and some steak sauce. You have no idea how delicious that shit is when you put them together.
[ what's wrong with telling him, right? he's pleased that connor likes the patties -- maybe it means he'll come over more often, who knows? ]
Well, I'm sure you'll find that person. [ he says at length. ] It's not hard for someone to do that.
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god, he's fucked. hank forces himself to look away, to help out with the buns. he's taking them out from the package, sliding out the sliced cheese from the fridge and puts them on the bread, ready for the patties. he wonders if connor knows that by saying that, he'd pretty much just essentially marked his own age -- that's something someone young would say, and he only smiles, wry and small.
he's seen way too much, but he likes this anyway. ]
Never say never. One day, that might just happen.
[ connor might love someone more than racing -- and that's okay, too. ] Here, put 'em on. I'll have you know that those burger patties are made with my special recipe.
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also, he's really hungry now.
he smiles as they set it all up, hank prepping the buns and connor sliding the patties into place. he takes his plate and moves to the island counter, standing as he starts to wolf down the first burger. it stops him from responding for a while, more focused on devouring the food in front of him than anything else, but once he's a good two thirds into the first he starts to consider a response. and ever the eloquent one, connor just shrugs. )
Maybe, ( he says once he's finished burger number one. ) maybe I'd want someone that loved all of me. Not just the bits that they preferred.
( maybe that's too much to ask for, maybe his optimism shows his age, maybe he's not the one to talk about love when he's never even been in a real committed relationship before. but a guy can hope, right? )
Also, ( he's already starting on burger number two, and this time he's talking with his mouth half full, but he's still managing to grin as he speaks. ) these are fucking great. Seriously. What do you put in them? Or is it an Anderson secret?
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his mouth is dry, just a little, and he's taking his own burger, thoughtfully chewing through it instead of wrecking it like a damn hurricane like what connor's doing. it's quite something, watching him, and he can't help but smile briefly. ]
A little salt, pepper, and some steak sauce. You have no idea how delicious that shit is when you put them together.
[ what's wrong with telling him, right? he's pleased that connor likes the patties -- maybe it means he'll come over more often, who knows? ]
Well, I'm sure you'll find that person. [ he says at length. ] It's not hard for someone to do that.
[ yeah, he's just going to leave that vague. ]