Richard froze. He was uncomfortably aware of their position as he rested his free hand on Hank's chest. It was probably a good thing for him that Hank's body was so large and soft. His quick thinking in turning their bodies and catching him against his chest had saved him from a nasty fall. His shoulder still hurt, but nowhere near as much as it would have if he'd hit the floor. Hank might even have fallen on top of him. Being a full foot taller and much broader, that would have hurt a lot. Hank's broadness had never been so clear as it was in that moment as Richard pushed himself up and felt his thighs stretching over Hank's waist. It was almost worse as Hank's hands settled on his hips. He likely meant it as a show of support, but all Richard could think of was how intimate their position seemed.

"Sorry, I didn't see you as we came around the corner." There was a small squeak as Treacle scrambled on to Hank's chest and scurried around Richard's arm. It was a relief to see that Treacle had escaped injury. He must have run straight past them. Pop Tart was also fine, besides being startled awake, and appeared shortly after to nip Treacle's tail and race him to the living room. Treacle gave chase, leaving Hank and Richard exactly as they were. Hank, flat on his back, with Richard straddling his hips. Considering their precarious position, Richard didn't dare move lest he nudge something he shouldn't.

"I-I thought you were in the living room." Richard certainly hadn't expected to be bowled over as he exited the bathroom. His shoulder was still a little sore from the fall, and the floor was hard, so their position was tough on his battered knees.

"Treacle tried to hide in the ferret room..." It was getting more awkward now. With every passing second, Richard was becoming more and more aware of the warm body between his thighs. It didn't help that they were both dressed in soft lounge wear, which left little to the imagination. Richard didn't dare move as he felt the bulge beneath him give a small twitch. He wasn't sure if Hank noticed, but he could almost swear the hands on his hips tightened. Richard licked his lips nervously, searching around for something to fill the growing silence. "Are you going to get up or..." Richard felt his cheeks heat at the way Hank left that question hanging.

"O-or?" Richard was pretty sure he couldn't be suggesting what it seemed he was suggesting. Not seriously at least. Maybe that just meant they'd reached a point where Hank felt comfortable making such jokes with him. Blue eyes blinked in surprise at the retort. Clearly, he'd expected him to fluster and climb off. If not for the way his own cock twitched, he might have done just that. As it was, he was pretty sure any movement on his part would alert Hank to the increasing growth between his thighs.

"Or..." The hands on his hips tightened, holding him in place as Hank's hips rolled. Richard rode the tide, leaning back on his knees and grinding his ass on Hank's bulge. He clapped his hand over his mouth, trapping a small moan in his throat. "O-oh..." Hank's hands loosened a little at his reaction, cheeks colouring as he took in the startled embarrassment on Richard's face. They both froze. There was no way Hank hadn't noticed the moan, just like there was no way for him to disguise the bulge in his sweats. Hank got over it first. One hand remained steady on Richard's hip as he stared up at him with searching eyes. Richard remained as he was, hiding his mouth in his hand as Hank's free hand slipped between his thighs.

"H-Hank!" There was nothing he could say that would detract from how hard his cock was. Hank's hand had settled over it, fingers caressing his balls as his palm enveloped his cock. Closing his mouth, Richard watched horror-stricken as Hank's hand explored his crotch. Fingers teased his balls and stroked higher, pressing his perineum before sliding up to press and tease his growing bulge. Richard didn't know what to say as Hank looked up at him, blue eyes searching. The hand on his cock pressed harder, rubbing slowly back and forth in a way that made Richard squirm. His chestnut eyes screwed shut, and he cursed internally.

It seemed Hank found whatever he was looking for as the hand on his hip slipped around his waist and the hand on his crotch moved to grip his thigh as he was lifted. Richard yelped and grabbed Hank's shoulder on impulse as their bodies turned and he was placed on the floor. His shoulder throbbed, making him whimper and shudder at the change in position. Hank had placed him gently, resting a hand on his back and easing him down. It was a reflex as his own legs gripped Hank's waist and locked at the ankles, putting them in an even more intimate position. Richard's hand softened and moved to rest on the back of Hank's neck as his breath shuddered with pain and nerves. He wasn't sure where to go from here, or even how they got this far.

Hank seemed to know. There was something oddly confident about the way he rested his arm above his head and held himself, slowly stroking his waist with his free hand. Richard's lips trembled as he stared up at Hank waiting for him to say something. He gasped as he leaned down, blinking as warm breath ghosted over his lips and rough stubble grazed his cheek. Hank's breath was now caressing his lobe, making him shiver in anticipation.

"You tell me if I do something you don't like..." That was all the warning he got before that grasping hand returned to his crotch, making him gasp as his head fell back. Prickles scratched his neck as Hank's lips littered kisses along the soft shaven skin, teeth nipping as he worked his way down. Richard remained as he was, stunned and staring at the ceiling with a look of incomprehension. Was he really lying on his hallway floor being ravished by Hank Anderson? A moan fled his lips as Hank squeezed his cock, suggesting that he definitely wasn't dreaming.

"W-wait a minute! Isn't this a little..." There were many ways he could end that sentence. Crazy, insane, sudden, unexpected. He'd never considered this before the shooting. As an FBI agent working a serious case, such fantasies had never crossed his mind. Even if he did have fantasies, why would they involve Hank Anderson? The man was ten years his senior! A washed-up has been. He almost broke his nose once for crying out loud! And yet, he couldn't deny that they were a lot closer than before. After weeks of working together, they'd formed a firm friendship. Strong enough that Richard had trusted him to come alone to his house to take care of his pets. Close enough that he'd listened to his advice and stayed in the hospital when he'd rather have checked out. He'd even let him have his way and stay over to take care of him.

"What? You don't like it?" The hand on his waist withdrew in an instant, and Hank pushed himself a little higher, ready to climb off and apologise. Richard's hand tightened on his neck, stopping him. Hank paused, apparently confused by the mixed signals. He settled for staying as he was, propped on one arm, still resting between Richard's thighs, which remained snug on his wide hips.

"I didn't say that..." Hank huffed softly, still waiting for a sign of what Richard actually wanted. "I-I just meant, isn't this a little weird? We've never even kissed before!" Richard balked as Hank smirked and raised an eyebrow. It was true! They'd gone from zero to a hundred with no discussion or warning. If they hadn't fallen as they had, they probably wouldn't even be thinking about this!

"Is that the problem?" Richard twitched as Hank's fingers teased his scalp. His larger body leaned over him, holding their lips just a few inches apart. "If you wanted a kiss, you could have just asked." That wasn't what he meant at all! Richard might have said as much if Hank hadn't chosen that moment to swoop in. His lips were unexpectedly quite soft, despite the accompanying prickle of his thick whiskers. Hank took his time, ignoring Richard's owlish expression as he closed his eyes and leaned into it. Richard's lips were as soft as his clean-shaven cheeks, a clear sign he probably wore lip balm. As he pressed closer, he had to wonder why he hadn't done this sooner. Though hesitant, Richard was quite a good kisser. He followed all the right cues, tilted his head at the right angle, and met his tongue with exactly the right teasing strokes.

Richard closed his eyes, still wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into as he let Hank lead. It was a little hard to think as their breaths mingled, warming their skin and wetting their lips. Despite his initial stiffness, Richard felt himself slowly relaxing into Hank's capable hands. The fingers on the back of Hank's neck softened, sliding up into his hair, which he took as a sign to go forward. Richard whined softly as cool fingers slipped up the back of his top to caress and tease his skin. Prickles ran up and down his arms and legs, and shivers made his nipples harden. It felt like an age before Hank finally drew back, leaving both of them panting, staring at each other with kiss bitten lips.

"Fuck, I should have done that sooner." Richard remained stunned as he stared up at him. He couldn't deny that had been quite a kiss, but had he really thought about it before? What if he had? What if he hadn't? Did it mean anything? Was this just a spur-of-the-moment thing? A fleeting fancy? A one and done? Richard wasn't sure what that meant for him. "You're thinking too much." Richard couldn't help leaning into it as Hank's rough fingers teased his cheek, almost comforting him.

"Or maybe you're not thinking enough."

"Touche..." Hank paused, hesitant to go further without a clear sign. He wasn't sure what Richard wanted from him. "What is it that you want me to think about?" Are you fucking kidding me? Richard would have pushed himself up if not for the throbbing pain in his shoulder. Instead, he heaved a sigh and accidentally knocked his head on the floor. Hank chuckled fondly as he slipped his hand beneath his head, protecting it from any further knocks.

"Why do you want to do this?" Richard couldn't fathom it. Looking at their history, it was a wonder they'd grown as close as they had in the past few weeks. When they first met, Richard had been dismissive and indifferent, and Hank had nothing but contempt for him. Things had unexpectedly escalated when the FBI had taken over the android homicides during the revolution. Hank had been so angry he'd punched him in the face, almost breaking his nose. Richard was offered the chance to push for dismissal, but it hadn't seemed worth it, especially in the aftermath of the revolution. The DPD losing their lieutenant when they were already short staffed just seemed impractical, so he'd let it slide with a simple apology. He wouldn't want to seem scared. That's part of the reason he'd been so keen to go back for this case. To prove to his team that he wasn't intimidated.

Things had been tense, as expected. Despite not fearing Hank, Richard couldn't deny a sense of unease in his presence. He'd been on guard for the first two weeks, expecting another assault for daring to take another case. Hank had, of course, resented his arrival. It was never pleasant to have someone else swoop in and take over your case. Really, they were both working on it. It was one of those cases that the FBI had the resources and experience for, but local law enforcement knew the lay of the land better. Hank and Richard had led the team together, and once they got a feel for each other, they'd both settled into it.

Despite his reputation as a washed up drunk who couldn't do his job, Richard found Hank to be extremely alert and competent. He could only guess that drinking was a thing of the past these days, because he'd turned up on time every day and had plenty of ideas and insights to share. Hank had been his foil. Someone to bounce ideas and theories with and argue different angles of investigation. His experience showed, and Richard often deferred to his judgement. Just as he had softened towards Hank, he'd mellowed to him as well. He'd probably expected him to come down hard, considering how poorly their last meeting had gone, but Richard had surprised him. Setting aside their last meeting, Richard had treated him like this was a whole new case, like they were meeting for the first time. He hadn't even mentioned the punch.

Much like the rest of his younger colleagues, Hank soon found himself taking Richard under his wing. Old habits die hard, and after so many years of chasing Gavin Reed around, making him go home and eat, Hank soon found himself doing it to Richard as well. Richard didn't always listen, but he might sometimes be persuaded with reason. That actually made him a lot easier to deal with than Gavin. Richard at least had some idea of his limits, since he'd worked in the field for so long. Being in charge of his own team, it was his job to manage everyone and himself to ensure the job got done. Hank found that admirable considering he was only forty-three.

"Why wouldn't I?" That was dodging the question.

"You did punch me in the nose once..." Hank scoffed. Really? He wanted to do this now? "I just want to know what this is." Was it so unbelievable that one could go from punching him in the nose to fucking him? Besides that punch and a few smaller bickering sessions, it wasn't like they'd hated each other. On the contrary, Hank had always respected Richard for how far he'd gone in his career, despite his young age. They weren't all that different on paper. Hank had been the youngest Lieutenant of his time, and Richard had worked his way up to leading his own team by forty.

"What do you want it to be?" Hank was pretty flexible in that regard. They were free to have it any way they wanted. They didn't work together, so the fraternisation code didn't apply. Their case had ended, so no conflict there. Their jobs were on opposite ends of the city, and Richard regularly travelled, so they wouldn't even have to see each other if things didn't work out. It could be a one time only, no strings entanglement, or maybe something more. How much more would depend on Richard and how the next few minutes went.

"You're the one who started this! Shouldn't you be the one with a plan?" The question had certainly left him flustered. Richard's cheeks were getting more pink by the minute. Hank chuckled, teasing his fingers through Richard's hair and enjoying the way he trembled and nudged into it.

"My plan is to see where things go...This doesn't have to be complicated." Hank was right. They were both adults. There was no reason to have commitments and declarations from the start, but this still seemed very sudden. "I find you attractive and infuriating in equal measure. You're impulsive and reckless, and you have strong morals. I like that. I like you." Richard's skin burned hotter than before, and he swore the floor was going to open up and swallow him. It had been years since he'd even contemplated this sort of thing.

"Thanks." Richard turned his head evasively, looking painfully embarrassed. Hank huffed fondly. It wasn't like he expected a confession in return. That wasn't Richard's way. He knew that much after the first month of working together. To say he was socially awkward was an understatement. He was modest and quiet and kept to himself.

"So, do you like me?" Richard hated that Hank sounded so smug as he asked, like he already knew the answer.

"Yes."

"Enough to let me continue?" Richard nodded, which was enough for now. If things went further, maybe they could revisit this a little more thoroughly, but right now, Hank's cock was rigid in his pants, and he knew Richard was no better. "Good, but maybe we should move this somewhere a little more comfortable." It didn't take a doctor to see that Richard was uncomfortable lying on the floor with his shoulder like that, and the linoleum floor was tough on Hank's knees, too. Richard yelped and clung tighter as Hank hooked an arm around him and pushed up. It was a good thing Richard was so small, otherwise Hank wouldn't have been able to stand with him clinging like a koala.

As he straightened up, Hank took a brief reprieve, resting Richard's back against the wall and attacking his lips. Careful to keep his arm tucked between them, Richard leaned in with surprising enthusiasm. Hank moaned as teeth grazed his bottom lip and opened up, letting Richard's tongue sweep along his lips. They parted briefly as Hank got his hands beneath his thighs and headed for the bedroom, which was thankfully ferret free. Kicking the door shut so they wouldn't be disturbed, Hank finally got Richard on to the bed, where the sheets were still mussed from the night before. Hank hadn't gotten around to making it up yet, but that was probably a good thing considering what they were about to do.

Hank moaned and cursed under his breath as they sank into the mattress. This was way better than the hallway floor. Balancing himself on one arm, his free hand returned to Richard's back and hip, enjoying the smoothness of his skin. He'd been lucky over the past twenty years. Despite being an active agent, his skin was soft and untouched by hardship. No bullets, no scars. He was damned good at his job and generally managed to escape physical injury. Slippery little fucker...Hank huffed softly as he trailed a path of kisses along Richard's smooth jawline to his neck. Richard gasped at the tingles running across his skin as Hank's lips teased the area, and it seemed Hank noticed as he lingered.

"H-Hank!" Hank growled as Richard's short nails scratched his neck.

"Considering we're about to touch cocks, I think you can call me Henry." Richard blinked at that. He'd never considered that Hank might not be his actual name. The look on his face must have given him away as Hank huffed. "What? You think it's funny?"

"No-no! I just...didn't think you had another name." His chestnut eyes fluttered as Hank's fingers ran through his hair and teased his scalp. Hot breath warmed his lips, and he looked up to find Hank barely two inches from his face.

"Well, now you do." Richard moaned into Hank's mouth as they kissed again. Hank did his best to stay above Richard's arm. The slightest brush of his chest would make him hiss and whimper with the tenderness in his shoulder. Even his own small squirms were making him twitch and wince, and Hank considered more than once whether they should stop. Richard put an end to that thought, and any other, as his hand slipped between them to palm his rigid cock. Hank cursed against his lips, nudging his hips closer and gently biting Richard's bottom lip. "Fuck, if you were in a fit state, I'd pound you into the mattress!" Richard moaned softly at the growl and squeezed harder. That would be quite the fucking. Even through his clothes, he could feel how thick Hank's cock was. It probably wouldn't even fit in his smaller body.

"You mean you're not going to do that now?" Hank bit his neck in reproach. Of course he wouldn't do that now. The movement involved in that would probably reopen the bullet wound. This time, he had something a little softer in mind. Softer, but no less satisfying. He didn't bother trying to peel Richard's top off. That would hurt too much and ruin the mood. It was far easier to leave it on. That didn't stop him from sitting up to remove his own. It was worth it to see Richard fluster as he tossed his T-shirt aside. Hank's chest was a lot broader without his top, and covered in a soft layer of grey curls. Unlike a younger man, Hank's muscles has softened from years of sitting behind a desk and his stomach was soft and full. It made him glad he was keeping his own top on. He was thin and scrawny in comparison.

"Like what you see?" Hank teased as he returned to kiss his neck again. Richard hummed evasively, though he wouldn't deny it. Hank's arms were thick and toned, especially in the biceps. If not for his injury, he was pretty sure Hank could toss him around quite a bit. He'd already demonstrated that to some extent by carrying him to the bedroom. There was a moment of unease as Hank's hand slipped down the back of his sweats to caress his ass, and the material was pushed lower. Hank seemed to understand his nervousness as he hushed him, peeling his sweats and boxers off and leaving him half naked on the bed. If he'd had the hands available, Richard would have covered himself. Unfortunately, Hank captured his free hand in a gentle grip and pinned it by his head as he looked down.

Richard may have expected a teasing jibe or some form of disappointment, but he didn't expect Hank's eyes to soften and warm at the sight of his much smaller cock. It's not that it was small for his size. He was perfectly average, but Hank was a much bigger man. That meant his own cock was barely a handful as Hank reached for it. His legs were also thin and scrawny compared to Hank, but there were definitely no complaints as Hank left his cock to stroke his thigh. Richard followed the gentle encouragement and wrapped his legs around Hank's hips, shivering at the feeling of Hank's sweats rubbing his bare cock.

"You like that, honey?" Richard balked at the pet name, swearing his cheeks must have darkened three shades. Hank chuckled softly and moved to caress his smaller hips, gently guiding him in slow circles against his shrouded cock. It wasn't enough. Richard could feel his cock twitch and harden with each light brush, leaving sticky trails on Hank's dark sweats where the tip grazed him. Hank enjoyed working Richard up, watching his squirms increase. A silent question rose to his lips before he quashed it, too embarrassed to ask. Luckily, Hank wasn't one for keeping his partners waiting. "You ready, honey?" Richard barely nodded, hiding his mouth with the back of his free hand. Hank chuckled as he shoved his pants off, fully naked before Richard's eyes.

He stayed on his knees, letting Richard take in the sight. His hips were almost as broad as his shoulders, and a soft layer of hair rain down to his cock, which was as big as it felt. Hank gripped his cock and gently pumped, pulling all the way back so Richard could see the dripping tip. Seeing the look of want on Richard's face was almost a reward in itself. If not for his injury, Hank was pretty sure Richard would have been on his knees worshipping with that sinful tongue. He moaned at the thought as he watched Richard's tongue dart out to wet his lips.

"Fuck, I wish I could fuck you."

"Y-you could."

"Later...when you're all healed up." Until then, he'd make do with what Richard could manage. Hank settled above him, holding himself on his arms and shuffling closer until their cocks brushed. Richard moaned on contact, tightening his thighs and lifting his hips. "Hey-hey-hey! Don't push yourself, let me do it," Hank murmured as he lowered himself further. Richard winced, doing his best not to move his shoulder as their cocks settled between their bodies. Hank was careful as he rocked, enjoying the warmth of Richard's body and the sticky brush of his cock on his pelvis.

"H-Hank-ugh-H-Henry!" Hearing his full name on Richard's lips sent prickles across the back of his neck. It was nice. Something he could get used to. "He-Henry, fuck!" That was better. The breathy little whine made it even sweeter. Being careful, Hank pressed closer, rubbing and grinding their cocks. Richard squirmed against him, hissing and moaning as his thighs tightened.

"Hold on, Richie..." All this rocking and squirming was frustrating. He didn't know about Richard, but he knew he'd never get off just from that. Richard looked dazed as Hank pushed to his knees and looked at the shelf above the bed. Richard kept all the things he'd need there. His reading glasses, a book, a water glass, his comb, and multiple bottles of cologne and lotion. Perfect! Grabbing a bottle, Hank squeezed some cream in his hand and rubbed it in. It was standard lotion, unscented. Besides lube, it was the next best thing. "That'll do it." Leaning one arm above Richard's head, Hank gathered their cocks in one hand and started stroking.

"P-please!" That was the sweetest sound yet. Hank grunted as he gripped Richard's cock and pumped, enjoying the way his free hand reached up to grip his shoulder. He turned his head, embarrassed and unable to cover himself.

"Fuck, look at me. Look at me, Richie." Richard was clearly reluctant, but he did as he was told. Lips parted, he gazed up, panting and moaning as Hank pumped and squeezed. A few moments later, he released Richard's cock to grab his own. Richard whined softly, feeling neglected as he watched Hank's eyes flutter and he moaned against his lips. Not wanting to be left out, Richard moved to grab his own cock and shuddered. He could feel Hank's hand against his own, pumping in time with his strokes.

"Henry." It was almost unspoken as they traded. Hank's large hand engulfed Richard's cock as Richard gripped Hank's, his fingers barely closing around it. Hank moaned at the sensation. It didn't matter that Richard's grip was softer and his hand was smaller. There was something incredibly intimate about feeling someone else's hand on him. Richard didn't resist as Hank leaned down and sealed their lips, eagerly meeting his tongue with heated licks. He felt Hank's thumb tease his dripping tip and followed his lead, moaning at the slick glide the lotion had left between them.

"Together." Hank didn't give him a chance to respond before returning to his lips, so Richard followed his lead. Hank opened his hand and gathered their cocks on one side, letting Richard gather the other and entwine their fingers. "Fuck, Richie!" He hadn't felt this good in years. A knot of want coiled in his chest, slowly loosening with each pump of their hands. Hank rocked his hips, enjoying the way Richard squirmed at the sensation. Their hands were stroking one way, and Hank was thrusting in the other. Their cocks dragged and jerked, throbbing in their entwined hands.

"Henry! Henry, please!" Returning to his lips, Hank kept up the assault with gentle strokes. Even those small thrusts were almost too much. He could hear the little hisses and whines that Richard tried to quash as they writhed. If not for his pleading whine, Hank would have stopped. As it was, he could feel Richard's cock throbbing between them and knew he was close.

"Fuck, Richie. Come for me, honey, come on." That gentle encouragement was almost all Richard needed. His smaller thighs trembled as he spilled, hips jerking into their combined grip. Warmth spilled between them, making it slick for Hank as he continued thrusting. Richard's moans of bliss were almost enough to make him finish as well. Releasing Richard's cock, Hank grabbed his own and held himself up, looking down at Richard's dazed face. His lips were parted, panting for breath as he stared at the far wall with dazed eyes. "Look at me!" Richard obeyed, and his cheeks darkened. That did it. Hank came with a low moan, pumping faster and milking himself over Richard's spent cock. Hank fell beside him with a tired groan and gasped for breath.

"Th-that was..." It seemed Richard couldn't finish the sentence, but Hank understood.

"Yeah." They stayed that way for a while, staring at the ceiling and catching their breaths. Richard's head felt empty for the longest time, but slowly the chill crept in, along with the stickiness on his pelvis and the sweat now making his shirt stick. "Come on, I'll help you shower." It seemed Hank was perceptive, and Richard was grateful as he helped him sit up. They were just on the way to the ensuite when there was a series of frantic scratches and squeaks outside the door. Hank huffed fondly, looking down at Richard with fresh warmth in his eyes. "Needy little fuckers."