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Ah, yes.

[He gladly refills Hank's glass while he listens, before taking a larger swig of his own than he'd normally do. This is. He's going to need it, travelling this road of conversation.]

It must be nice to live in that kind of fairytale world where love at first sight must mean you have some fifteen minute Disney princess unbreakable bond.

[...he's not bitter at all nah.]

[ MmmmHmmmmm two bitter dudes drinking bitterly, with bitter expressions. ]

Fucking right? I can't believe this shit! Like, I get it! Connor's new to this whole emotion thing. He doesn't know any fucking better!

But you'd think Han would take like, five fucking minutes to ask himself, 'Is Connor really interested in me? Or is he just with me because I'm the first damn guy to make googly eyes at him?'

Do you know what Connor said to me when I asked him what about Han he actually liked

[ He takes another looong drink. ]

Having sex. And flirting with him. Those two things! Not his personality, or I dunno, his fucking smile! NOPE. Just fucking macking on him and fucking him! For fuck's sake!

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Literally things you could do with any person here. And not a single thing about the person himself.

[Connor you're so smart. So why are you also So Dumb? Hale just downs another swig in frustration.]

Someone you've known for years makes one mistake and you refuse to let it go and yet less than one week with someone who, and he knew full well, doesn't know the first thing about love and you devote it all. And the other... you devote everything to him and he makes the most illogical decision for one of the men working, as most would see it, for the wrong side.

[Literally neither of them make any sense. The only conclusion he can come to is that they're using each other-- or at least one is using the other. But it makes it no better. Quite the opposite really.]

Neither is willing to admit-- or even consider-- that they've made a mistake. It sounds like a terrible joke. But the reality is that you could point out every flaw and they simply won't listen. They have it all dolled up in their mind one way, and no one

[ Hank nods, finishing off his second glass already, Oops. Man, Hale hasn't said a single thing that's bullshit all night. They really must be becoming friends. ]

I've literally fucking pointed it out to him and he won't! Fucking! Listen!

I'm not even -- like, fuck, I'm not being nice to Connor so he'll fuck me! That's not it at all! But when he's more emotionally available to me than his damn boyfriend, shouldn't that fucking mean he needs to fucking get another boyfriend!?

[ If only they'd kept using one another. If only. ]

Connor literally started sleeping with Han to get information out of him! Then he felt guilty about it, and instead of fucking stopping like I fucking told him, he went and made it fucking worse! Connor doesn't know what a relationship is even supposed to be! Han should fucking know better!

If you're gonna date a virgin who's literally three months old, you could at least stop shutting the guy out and fucking, I dunno! Talk to the bastard! Instead I have to find Connor fucking crying because Han can't fucking say what he fucking means! Connor's a goddamn fucking android! He needs clear instructions, he's not some human who's gonna fucking "get it" eventually!

Well if that isn’t just a collection of horrible ideas. Guilt or no, a relationship built on the foundation or using a person will never be stable. And clearly it’s not.

I don’t doubt that everything Connor has done has been by instinct, and not particularly good instinct. But someone who trusts and depends on you on such an emotional level— you would think that he would take your advice to heart at the very least. He knows you’re capable, even if you neglect experience and intellect.

It’s like a teenager who thinks he already knows everything. But when things go wrong, it’s the end of the world.

And then there’s Han. Naturally, he better than anyone should know the differences between himself and Connor. But it would seem that emotionally he hasn’t made that connection yet.

[Oswald downs the rest of the glass with a dissatisfied huff, before refilling both glasses.]

There’s not a single thing right or good about the whole damn thing.

[ Oh, buddy, you don't know the half of it when it comes to this lying bullshit. ]

He just never fucking listens to me! And I'm -- look, I'm really trying here. I'm trying to look out for him. I want what's best for the kid, but he won't fucking admit that Han's not it!

[ Hank takes a long swig of his glass. Keep it coming, Hale. ]

That's exactly fucking it! Obviously it's gonna be the end of the world for him! Obviously! He barely knows how to have feelings, of course his first rejection's gonna feel like he fucking swallowed glass!

[ Why!! Are they!! Both!! So!! Stupid!! ]

Han's a goddamn adult, he should fucking know better! This stupid fucking crush is just gonna blow up for both of them! And who's gonna be left picking up the pieces when that happens? Me.

[ He huffs. Already finishing this glass. Yeah, wow, okay maybe not he'll actually take a break. ]

Fuck, Hale, I never thought I'd say this, but you are 100% goddamn right. Their whole thing is fucked, front to back and start to fucking finish.

You’ve never done anything but look out for his best interests. And better than most, you’ve done so without expecting anything in return. It completely baffles me that he can’t recognize the value in that. Far beyond whatever pleasantries he’s shared with the one person he’s fucked, that he’d have no other experiences to compare it to so that he could even judge it on any level.

[He leans back in his chair and waves his hand around in an irritated fashion.]

Logically he has absolutely no argument that he can make solidly that he wouldn’t enjoy doing those same two things he loves so much with you rather than Han. It’s like eating one food for the firs time and saying it’s your favorite without ever trying anything new.

[He fucking can’t. But he has to admit it feels good to get all this shit off his chest with someone who understands.]

Finally hearing someone admit that I’m right has a hell of an attractive ring to it. [You make it sound kinda hot, honestly Hank.] I don’t know how Connor fails to see your potential.

God, fucking tell me about it, right?

[ Hank sets his glass down, peering at Hale from across the way. He crosses his arms, too. Look, he can't deny Hale's... an attractive dude. That's like. A given.

And Hank knows he's got a super deep voice that some dudes find pretty attractive, so. I mean, the alcohol definitely helps. And the compliments. Hank's real starved for those. ]

You're gonna make me blush, talking like that, Hale.

[ He smirks. I mean, realistically, no one's told him he has potential in years. That's just a fact. He sighs. He shouldn't let himself get carried away here. (But then, he is pretty drunk.) ]

I just wish I didn't feel like such a shitbag for being fucking pissed like this. But goddammit, don't I deserve something nice, too?

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[He nods in firm agreement from behind his glass, before regarding the other man more closely. They've both probably had more than they should-- Hale moreso, for being unaccustomed to hard liquor. But it's not so bad that it stops him from thinking. But it's certainly helping his thoughts take a unique turn.]

In that case I should try harder. I'd like to see that. I have a feeling it may be a good look for you.

[For a scruffy older guy, Hank really does have his charms. His personality is a definite bonus, but that isn't all it is either. He wouldn't mind being talked to in a dirty manner from a voice like that though, it's true.]

Well if you're wrong for feeling this way then I suppose we're in this position together. It's easier to tell yourself you don't, but it doesn't make you stop wanting it. But if you're asking my opinion alone, then I'd say yes. You do.

[ Hank smirks. Trust me, buddy, he is much stronger than he looks. He shoots Hale a look. Is Hale seriously hitting on him? How long's it been since anyone actually did that?

It feels nice. ]

Please. I ain't exactly the blushing type.

[ Hank waves his hand dismissively. He's definitely blushing. But he's also drunk? So maybe it's just the alcohol. Though it takes a lot more than this to get him to totally lose all sense.

So I guess this is something he's doing consciously. Maybe... Maybe he's just lonely. And he knows Connor's fucking Han basically nonstop, so why the fuck should the android be the only one to get some? ]

Yeah, you know what that's like, don't you?

[ Pining for somebody you couldn't have -- he doesn't have to ask Hale to know the dude's crushing on Han. Guess they have more in common than they thought. ]

Maybe I just need to let off some steam. You happen to be willing to help me with that?

I know a thing or two about that, yes.

[Several things, really. The both do. Which is what makes this situation humorous. Neither of them are the other's first choice. But perhaps that's exactly what makes this work.]

I thought you'd never ask.

[Being the disaster that he is on the inside, he really has no right to play it as cool as he does; grinning as he slides the alcohol away.]

That's a form of therapy that I can appreciate.

You and me both.

[ Hank laughs, something loud and self-deprecating. They're really doing this, huh? I guess that's one way to get him to put his drink down. ]

Alright. Guess it's time for me to show you a thing or two.

[ He steps around the table and just sits down on the edge of his desk. Sorry, I hope you didn't have anything important on there. ]

Bring it here.

[Teach him?]

I didn’t take you for the type to play teacher.

[It’s fine— this is his desk and he’ll use it how he wants. And right now he wants to use it to get laid.]

But maybe you just like having that authority.

[For all his faults, Oswald is a smooth talker. There is a charisma in the way he sounds excited about that. Hale stands and takes the few things on his desk and discards them to the side. He won’t be needing any of that.]

[ Hank smirks. Well, Hale does know how to stroke a man's ego. ]

Not against sharing some of my knowledge with a guy like you.

[ He drags his rough hands up to Hale's shoulders, pulling him closer. You know, Hale's pretty hot. Hank could do way worse. ]

How about you, pal? You like showin' off that power of yours, or do you want me to put you in your place?

[ Uh, yeah, I guess he's asking if you want him to dom you, Hale??? ]

[Where his personality fails, his physical presence more than makes up for it. Not a bad trade off all in all. Certainly more than enough for a one night romp filled with self deprecating thoughts and jealousy.

He leans into those strong hands pulling at him and grins.]

I’m flexible— by all means. I think that’s a hands on lecture worth attending.

[His control issues don’t extend to the bedroom. He wouldn’t mind being roughly put in his place by this man.]

[ Horrible. Disgusting. Are they really both so bitter and jealous that they'd do this? Apparently, yes. ]

Better pay attention then.

[ Hank brings a hand to Hale's hair and pulls, guiding him down hard against his lips. You want it rough, you're gonna get it, buddy. At least this way they can both vent those frustrations they're both having to deal with. ]

[They have both been holding in a great deal of bitterness and frustration. It had to come out eventually. Somehow it seems natural that it would be most easily shared between these two men suffering the same unfortunate fate. And Oswald isn’t someone he has to be careful with. He’s just as eager to play along; enjoying what it feels like to have someone kiss him while he makes some quick headway on the buttons of Hank’s school uniform.]

You have—

[Mmm he doesn’t even mind the strong taste of alcohol now. Somehow it just feels fitting.]

—my undivided attention.

[ Better get used to it, buddy. Hank isn't about to be outdone. He keeps that hand on the back of Hale's head, keeps kissing him hungrily, starved for the touch he knows he doesn't deserve. It feels so good, just getting to be close to someone like this, even if it's someone he should hate and revile. Bitterly, he knows Connor wouldn't kiss like this, he would be gentle and kind and patient and innocent.

Maybe it's better that they're like this, since Hank knows Connor will never give him that, and he could never ask. ]

Good.

[ But Hank keeps going, despite self-conscious and self-loathing thoughts clawing at him while Hale works to get his shirt open. Hank knows he's not as toned as he used to be -- the muscle he has is hidden now under layers of fat and years of drinking, (It's not fair for Hale to be this hot, for the record,) but Hank doesn't even care anymore. Who is he even going to impress? Oswald Hale, the fucker who brought them here in the first place? Fuck that. Hank slides his other hand down Hale's back to his hips, pressing hard against him and tugging his shirt out from his pants. No way he's gonna miss out on the chance to see this guy naked. Hope he's not self-conscious. ]

Mmm.

[Neither of them are like the people they pine after. But then maybe that’s why they’re here. Oswald Hale is self-conscious of many things. His body is not one of them. It’s well-toned and fit— he takes care of it in that respect. But there are several heavy scars that will be uncovered that betray other ways that he hasn’t taken such good care of it. His suit didn’t do his body great justice.

And yet he has no judgment to give the man in front of him. What Hank wears is the effect of many unkind years— he can respect that. And it’s more than enough to his deprived senses that someone is giving him this attention. That someone understands.

But also somehow he just knows that a man like Hank won’t disappoint him where it really counts.

Or maybe they’re all just excuses for being aroused when he has no right to be; desperately kissing back and letting his hips be driven against Hank’s and enjoying it.]

[ Hank's no stranger to scars. With 30 years in the police force, he's been shot and wounded enough times to look more like a canvas at this point. He doesn't say anything about the rough spots on Hale's skin, though he certainly presses against them just to see if he can make Hale wince. He isn't going for gentle or kind here. He's going for good and perhaps fast and you'd best believe that all those years of experience have given Hank a fairly strong sense of how to get a man going.

He shifts and pulls Hale up against him, strong hands holding the younger man in place while he grinds his hips up and his hands begin to roam against his belt. ]

Take 'em off.

[ Hank orders, his voice a deep, low register that's more a growl than words. Hank can't pretend this isn't doing it for him -- kissing some hot, younger man who he definitely shouldn't -- holding him close, with no room to escape. Yeah, it's not Connor, but it's more than Hank's had in years and the alcohol makes the string of regret seem far, far away. Feeling Hale kiss back, watching him get more and more into this... yeah, that's a pretty good consolation prize, as far as things go. ]

[Desperation is always a trait he's disliked seeing in himself-- it's a sign of weakness, and he strives to be anything but that. So then why right now is this desperate pace the hottest thing he's felt in years? Neither of them are what the other wants, and somehow in that, he's lost any pretext of having to pretend to be anything he's not. As affection goes, he's starved and lonely, which translates right now to desperate and horny.

He barely has room to wiggle; not that it stops him from trying. And the sting of familiar wounds only lights a fire under him further as Hank learns where they are and what buttons of Hale's he can push.

But that doesn't mean he's not obedient when the orders come out.]

Yes sir.

[Saying that in a deep, velvety purr while his hands make quick, practiced work of his pants. If it's good enough, why should he regret it? This is more than worth the small price. Pride is barely worth anything in the position he's in now anyway.

It's not easy to get naked when their lower halves are practically glued together-- yet he manages.

Not without trying to get a feel of Hank's goods in the process though.]

Atta boy.

[ Hank enjoys making it hard for him, loves feeling Hale squirm while he struggles to do as he's told. He can feel Hank up all he wants, Hank certainly won't complain. He keeps holding Hale down against him, kissing him and crowding him even as his breaths start coming louder and his cock stirs , growing flush at the friction. ]

You gonna finish stripping me?

[ That's not a question. That's a command. ]

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