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“Um,” Peter clears his throat awkwardly before agreeing.

Neal would give his right arm to see his blush right now. 

“What about it,” Neal smiles, his hand reaching for Peter’s shirt to bring it up close to his face. 

“Well, I wanted to make sure, we left so fast after, I kinda, sorta felt like we might have taken advantage of you?”

“What,” Neal chuckles, because that couldn't be further from the truth, “Peter, no, definitely not.”

“Are you sure? I mean, you just got out of- and Kate, and it just all happened so fast-”

“Peter,” Neal says with a sternness that stuns even himself.

“Yeah?”

“Everything that happened that night all three of us wanted to happen, okay?”

“Yeah,” Peter agrees, albeit a little hesitantly. 

“Right?”

“Oh, oh yeah definitely,” Peter chuckles. 

“Good,” Neal smiles. “Because I for one would love if it happened again.”

“Oh is that right,” Peter asks, sounding much more like his confident self. 

“Yeah,” Neal agrees, thinking back to the last few nights. “Enough that I can’t seem to stop dreaming about it.”

That got Peter's immediate attention. 

“You have?”

“Oh yeah,” Neal chuckles, pushing the phone into his neck and letting his hand drift into his sweats. “El still asleep?”

“Yeah. I should probably move so I don’t wake her.”

“Do it. Go in the bathroom.”

Peter swallows audibly. 

“Okay.”

“Good boy.”

Hank sighs and turns back to the sink to rinse suds off his hands. “Got any of that weed left?” Hank asks instead. Gavin’s eyes raise in surprise but he nods.  “Yeah, actually. Gimme a sec.” Hank nods.  “I’ll make us some coffee.” - The beginnings of their mutual high is just what the two of them needed. They haven't taken one second to prioritize self care over the past three weeks and the wear is evident.  This shared joint is doing the job wonderfully. Gavin can feel muscles in his body that have been tight for years finally relax.  They smoke in the shared silence in the kitchen until they finish their coffee.  They don't talk again until they move to the bedroom, and Hank says what they've both been thinking.  “We're not really gonna let that asshole get away with it, are we?”  “Which one?” Gavin asks. Because in reality they still don't know any additional details of Connor’s potential assault last night. And from what Connor exposed to Gavin, neither does he.  “Reynolds,” Hank answers, anger clenching his jaw tight and turning the end of the name into a hiss.   “Fuck no,” Gavin growls, “I got half a mind to finish what you started as soon as we get back. I know I’m a quicker draw.” “Gav,” Hank sighs and Gavin really doesn't know what Hank expected him to say.  “Come on Hank, you know he deserves it!” “He deserves to have his dick cut off and fed to him. But, well, there's a right way to do things and a wrong way. Revenge is the wrong way. Or so I’m supposed to believe.” “Yeah?” Gavin scoffs hatefully, “then what the fuck is Justice then?” Hank sighs, nodding his agreement.  “Restoring order, not, furthering chaos. It only makes shit worse.” Gavin snorts.  “I think you're going insane trying to be the civil, level headed monk you’ve had to be the last three weeks. That’s not you Hank. You may have convinced Connor but I’ve known you too damn long.” “You're right. Which is why I need your help to make sure we don't get caught.” “Fuck yeah, there he is,” Gavin chuckles before biting hungrily into Hank’s lower lip.  - Gavin really didn't expect the premeditated murder of a coworker to get them both worked up like this, but neither of them were particularly well adjusted individuals.  He's grateful for it, because Hank’s fucking him hard. Harder than they have in years. He’s seen Hank fuck Connor like this, but he has yet to have his own turn with this brand of Hank.  “Phck, come on,” Gavin gasps, holding onto their headboard for some illusion of stability as Hank gripped his hips harder and doubled down. “Hank…” Gavin begs, gaining only a warning bite into his neck for his trouble.  “Try again,” Hank says, licking over the wound before biting another claim into his throat.   Gavin swallows in a desperate attempt to get his breathing under control. In addition to Hank’s teeth that are driving him insane, Hank’s huge hand is wrapped around his cock now, the tip of his pointer finger running across the piercing and making Gavin delirious with pleasure.  “Daddy,” Gavin pants, fingers itching to touch but his throbbing throat reminds him he’s not in charge. “Phck- phck, please.” “There’s a good boy,” Hank growls and Gavin is warm putty in his hands. It never takes much. Hank Anderson has always been one of his biggest weaknesses. Hank’s other hand goes into his hair and grips it, yanking it back until Gavin’s back is flushed with his sweaty, hairy front.  “Phuuccck,” Gavin wheezes, “come on, I can take it, fuck me,” Gavin’s ass clenches hard around the thick muscle, taking pleasure in the fact Hank’s following moan is as strung out as he feels.  ”Yeah, you can. Always been able to. Almost like your ass was made for me.”  Each of Hank’s hands engulfs Gavin’s hips again. His only warning is a single squeeze before Hank angles Gavin’s hips where he wants and snaps into him.  Gavin chokes for more reasons than one.  “Maybe I was,” Gavin whispers before another series of thrusts have his tongue unable to form anything but moans.  “Yeah, maybe you were baby.”

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Chapter 4 preview of Brothers

Oct 7th: 7:01 AM

There’s a small moment of peace in the early dawn, before Gavin fully wakes up and the weight of the day comes crashing around him.

He’s been feeling it creep up all week like a strong, brewing storm.

‘The Storm’ hits him differently every year. 

The years when Cole was still alive, when Gavin has good memories associated with the day, were never like this. But now that he’s gone, all the memories around that date are too painful to handle, enough that he’s actually more grateful when people forget it altogether. 

For the last half decade he’s been able to push through the day with only a mandatory e-card from Tina. One she sends with the full knowledge it will be sent right to spam. 

Except he's dating Hank again. And Hank, when he isn't buried under the fog of his own tragedies, is someone who actually remembers trivial things like birthdays. And if he told Connor? Shit, Gavin shudders to think what kind of retail damage an android with a high spending limit could do. 

Hank is still snoring beside him and Connor is on Hank’s flank. Gavin won’t be able to sneak out past the android unnoticed, but maybe, if he moves fast enough, maybe he can get into his car before Connor’s suspicions of foul play make his feet follow. 

-

Gavin is equal parts relieved and irritated as he stares at the zero notifications on his phone since his anxiety forced him to bail out of the home with people who love him to seek solitude. 

Hank must have told Connor to give him space. There's no way in hell the therapy bot could leave an emotional discussion unended. 

He debated calling in today, but if he stays at home with just his thoughts and instant availability to his favorite self destructive tendencies, the day will only get worse. Work has got to be better for his health than that, right? 

HA! When Has Gavin ever been lucky? 

The unexpected visual sends a visceral reaction through Gavin. The mug he’s holding drops on the tile floor, shattering loudly in the quiet buzz of the bullpen’s early morning. 

“Reed,” someone asks, but Gavin’s ears can’t decipher who. The ringing in them is so loud he can barely make out the muffled cadences. 

He was really hoping to get through at least the work day without a whisper of his birthday but now, looking at his desk buried under a horrendous display of white and pink lilies, there's no way to avoid it.

In many ways, a shit birthday is on par with the trend, but he can’t focus on that right now. His boiling blood demands to know who the phck did this? Was this their clever idea of a joke? Was his constant threat of violence personality too subtle? 

He can hear Reynolds and Jordans jeering laughter from some place behind him. It only adds to the rage fire blazing in his chest. Gavin’s fists shake so hard if anyone touches him right now he’s going to explode. 

He needs to remove himself from the premises. Now. 

“GAVIN,” someone shouts after him but Gavin is already turned and headed towards the parking lot.

“HEY! Slow down,” Hank pleads, but, 

“I CAN’T, I gotta-” Gavin pants, “I gotta get outta here, I can’t-” 

“Baby, baby,” Hank says, finally catching up to Gavin and pushing himself in front of the fleeing man. “Gav, you're having a panic attack.”

Gavin swallows hard. 

He knows that, pointing it out doesn’t make it any better!

“Who- who did that? Do you know who did that?”

“I have a guess,” Hank says, taking one of Gavin’s shaking hands and holding it firmly. 

“I phcking- I hate him Hank,” Gavin growls, though he's still struggling to get his breathing to regulate.

“Why don't we get out of here?”

“We just got here,” Gavin insists. 

“I know, but do you really want to go back in there?”

“Hell no.”

“Alright, then let's work from home today.”

Gavin can feel his blood pressure lowering with that permission. 

“Okay…”

*

Chapter 3 preview of HOT TO GO!

“Good job baby, already took half of it,” Steve praised, his cock brushing that special spot inside Eddie until he can't breathe. 

Eddie’s legs tremble in anticipation, because he knows from experience there's still so much more cock to take.

Billy's sucking Eddie’s dick like he's taking Eddie's orgasm as a personal challenge. 

“Billy, fuck,” Eddie cries. He can’t focus on anything but the pleasure when he’s being dually stimulated like this. He wishes he could stay suspended in this feeling forever. Right on the precipice of oblivion. No synthetic or organic drugs could bring him this high, and Eddie is addicted. 

Steve is helping stretch the feeling out, pulling him back on his oversized cock while Billy follows, keeping his mouth on Eddie the entire time. 

Eddie’s knees buckle and the only thing holding him up are the two sets of hands holding him in place.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Steve soothes, “you can do it, it's okay.” 

"I can’t," Eddie pants, "you both won't fit.”

“You want to be good for us, don't you Eddie?”

Eddie positively melts under Steve's honey sweet tone. 

"Yes Daddy,” Eddie croaks. 

"Then just focus on me, and try and relax. Billy will take care of the rest.”

Eddie didn't have much time to think about it because Billy's fingers are stretching his hole beside Steve's cock, severing the last of his conscious thought. 

"Fuck," Eddie gasps and then he’s cumming, hard and sloppily all over his chest and likely the other two boys as well.

"There you go baby,” Steve soothes, “perfect, keep looking at me."

Eddie moans under the praise. It’s everything he needs to relax under the stretch again.

“Almost there,” Billy praises, finally able to slip in two fingers alongside Steve’s cock. 

“You hear that baby? You can almost take Billy too. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

“Yes,” Eddie cries. 

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Billy whispers, and that's enough reassurance for Eddie to fully relax. 

Billy sinks in a few inches and Eddie's eyes roll into the back of his head as pleasure overrides every nerve in his body.

“There you go, nice job baby,” Steve praises, pressing kisses into his sweat slick neck. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Eddie mouths, head rolling on Steve’s shoulder as Billy tries to push in deeper. He didn't know being pushed so far past his limits would have his cock hard and ready to burst again but here he was, aching for Billy to either fuck him and make him cum or pull out and let him think. He doesn't have enough mental capacity to do both. “More,” he begs and hopes its the right move

“Not too sensitive,” Steve asks.

Eddie chuckles against his lips before groaning. 

“I think I like it.” 

Billy snorts.

“Painslut.”

“Start from the beginning, what are we dealing with?”

“Aggravated assault. Manslaughter. Possession. Intent to distribute. Accessory and aiding for him.” 

“Oh, yeah, I’m Steve by the way.”

Kali nodded at him. “Hello, Steve. Manslaughter of who?”

“Neil.”

Kali looked at Billy for an extra moment. “That’s- a good thing, is it not?"