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You are on the couch, scrolling through your phone, occasionally glancing at the time. You would have been in complete darkness were it not for the fact you kept the tall lamp on, along with the light streaming in from the porch. The other Hanks long since have gone to bed, though reluctantly, but you insisted on waiting here. Creeping closer to 1:00am, you finally hear the awaited sound: the front door unlocking.

Eagerly glancing towards the door, you watch as it slowly creeps open. With the porch light still on, you can see that freckled hand come into view, followed by stained blue scrubs.

The second Hank 3 clocks you, he has a big, but still tired, grin spread across his face. You practically find yourself hovering through the air at the velocity of which you launch yourself from the couch and straight to him. His arms barely open wide as you collide into him, with an “oof” uttered softly.

“Heeyyyyy, handsome… Whatcha doin’ up still?” He tilts your chin up, placing a small kiss on your lips. You don’t let him go quite yet, leaning into it. He begins to chuckle against your lips, maneuvering his spare hand to slowly close the front door.

“Waiting for you, of course… You said you needed a study buddy tonight.” Finally having shut the door, he snorts softly, shaking his head.

“Dude, what? That was before I had that shift extended… We can just chill a bit then go to sleep.”

“Nah, c’mon, I’ll even you some brain food.” His ears perk a bit at that.

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Eyes shut, you lay back against the fluffed up couch pillows as Hank 4 kneads your muscles carefully.

“How’s that, House Honey?” You squeak out a soft groan, lifting a thump up in approval. Though you can’t see him, you can tell he’s grinning. “Good!”

“That should be fine, babe… You can go join the others.” He chuckles, continuing to work his magic over the areas causing you discomfort.

“Nahh, I’d rather hang with you right now. We can pop on a movie, your choice!” You smile wearily, finally opening your eyes. The first thing you see is his beautiful curls, the usual strands that would dance across his forehead held back by one of your stretchy headbands, in his signature color purple. Then, your eyes meet his, holding his gaze briefly until a moan from upstairs trickles down, reaching your ears.

You quickly avert your gaze, settling on the TV, a show having been running in the background. You feel him give your thigh a small pat, and your attention returns to his. Unable to maintain eye contact, you settle for his luscious lips instead.

“Seriously, I know how much you like getting in on that action… I’ll just chill here.” His lips curl down into a frown.

“Is it so hard to believe I wanna just chill with you?”

“No, but…” He begins to reach for your hand, and the moment the tips make contact with your skin, you pull away, fast. His fingers recoil before his hand ultimately slinks back.

“Nah, aight, out with it, home skillet. What’s goin’ on?”

“W-what do you mean?” He sighs softly, hands resting on his hips.

“Spill it, brah. Not gonna stop buggin’ ya about it tell ya do.” You sigh softly, knowing that you’ve met your match.

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Sandwiched between Hanks 4 and 1, the three of you enjoy a moment alone in each other’s embrace in your lovenest: consisting of multiple futons, sheets, and comforters in what was your old gym room.

Laying on your back, Hank 4’s curls intermingle with your own hair as his nose nuzzles against your neck, lips occasionally brushing over your skin sending small shivers running up and down your spine.

Hank 1, his locs pressed against your hair, lips pressing small kisses along your jawline and cheek, aiding in your body responding similarly to the blonde’s actions.

You shift slightly, merely wanting to get a small stretch in, and you feel a hand fly to your abdomen, putting small pressure down.

“Don’t leave yet, House Honey, you just got here…” Hank 4 whines out softly into your ear, his fingers still pressed into your shirt.

“I’m not trying to leave, just needed to move a bit.”

“Oh? If you wanna move, I can get ya moving…” His hushed, meek tone drips into a want, borderline a need, his fingers beginning to shift down.

“Wanna make it more interesting?”

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