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life with an android was.. strange. though connor had become a deviant during the android revolution, he still hadn’t fully adjusted to human life. the endearing, golden-retriever energy of the rk800 paired with the saint bernard sumo and the grumpy lieutenant anderson left you without a complaint of boredom. that is, when everyone was together.
the house was hot from summer heat, and thus all of the windows were wide open, letting in bugs, grass clippings, and other annoyances. your back stuck to the floor, sweat akin to glue, but at least you could go without a shirt.
staring up at the ceiling and panting, you found yourself growing exhausted at the lack of entertainment. connor had gone out with sumo, leaving you and hank alone in the house. and to be quite frank, hank could be boring .
“haaank,” you whined, looking at the upside down figure sitting at the kitchen table. the look in his eyes was annoyed. “i’m bored.”
“yeah? why don’t you do something about that?”
a huff left your lips as you pushed yourself off of the ground, boxers situated way too high for comfort. you pulled them down and made your way towards the older man.
“hank.” your hands slammed down on the table in an attempt to startle him. it didn’t work.
you crossed your arms in frustration. he donned a thin (and sweat-soaked) grey t-shirt, along with striped boxers. his mouth was ajar, taking in as much air as possible. you cursed the broken air conditioner.
“hank. hank. hank.” you began chanting, but he didn’t look up. “lieutenant anderson. lieutenant hank anderson. oh, for the love of god, what else am i supposed to call you?”
you took notice of the ghost of a smirk on his face.
“how about ‘ sir ’?” he joked.
“really? i thought you’d prefer lieutenant. i think it sounds nicer.”
he rolled his eyes, finally looking at you.
“is there something you want from me, or are you just here to give me a headache?”
a smile spread across your face, eyes looking around in mock thoughtfulness. you made sure to exaggerate your expression of recollection.
“can we get ice cream?”
he opened his mouth to speak, but you interjected.
“before you say no, can i make you an offer?”
the older man sighed, gesturing to you to continue.
“my offer is please. please, please, please can we get ice cream? it would mean the world to me!” you batted your eyelashes, and finally he caved.
shaking his head in amusement, hank stood up. you smiled in victory, doing a small fist pump at your side.
“let me get changed, and fine .”
“you could stay like that! maybe lose the shirt, though,” you called after him. a muffled ‘ shut it! ’ came from behind the closed bedroom door.
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“you’re the best, y’know,” you grinned up at him, bumping shoulders.
he shrugged you off. “yeah, yeah. i think this could be called ‘ taking advantage of my kindness ’.”
“kindness? i thought it was just because i’m hot.”
he chuckled, “yeah, that too.”
the walk to an ice cream stand wasn’t too far away, but you both were panting like dogs by the time you reached it. you ordered a plain vanilla cone, and hank ordered a chocolate one. exhausted, you sat at a nearby park bench.
you watched as his tongue flattened against the ice cream, some getting stuck on his facial hair. apparently you were staring for too long, as he turned with a playful half-smile to look you in the eyes.
“what?” he mused.
you didn’t respond with words, instead licking your ice cream as seductively as possible. he stifled a laugh.
“you really tryin’ to turn me on right now? in this heat?”
“well, you look really hot--both figuratively and literally. how can i resist?”
a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, before you broke it with a question.
“so.. did it work?”
“did what work?” he asked, continuing to eat his ice cream.
“me turning you on.”
he snorted. “seriously? we still on that?”
you huffed, bumping your knee against his. a large, calloused hand placed itself on your thigh, squeezing. your breath hitched as you looked around to see if there was anyone else in the park. there wasn’t.
his moustache tickled your ear as he leaned in, whispering roughly.
“am i turning you on?”
you shook your head adamantly, despite the blush overtaking your skin. or maybe you were overheating. either one was plausible.
“you trust me?”
your gaze was questioning, but you nodded nonetheless. he grinned.
“turn your head the other way, pretty boy.”
you did as told, and immediately felt a cold sensation on your hot neck. you didn’t make a sound, though you were surprised and probably would have if you weren’t in a public place. soon after, you felt a tongue flattening against the sensitive skin. a whimper left your throat at that, and he chuckled deeply against you.
“hank, we shouldn’t..”
“don’t tell me what to do.”
his hand cupped your cheek, and he raised his lips to meet yours. they were chapped, damp with sweat, and sweet with chocolate ice cream. and god , were you addicted.
your half-eaten ice cream cone fell to the ground as you straddled him, fingers tangling in his hair. his hands ran up and down your body, squeezing your ass. your bodies were pressed together, and you could feel the sweat pooling. that didn’t matter to you.
“hank- hank ,” you pulled away, out of breath and grinning. he rested his forehead against yours, arms wrapping around your waist.
“that’s lieutenant to you, sweetheart.”
rolling your eyes, you looked to where your ice cream had fallen, and suddenly was struck with disappointment.
“aw,” you frowned, “my ice cream is ruined.”
out of the corner of your eye, you saw a quickly-approaching figure. you turned your head and realized it was connor, being led by sumo. you crawled off of hank’s lap, resulting in a huff from the man, and greeted the saint bernard with open arms.
“oh, sweet boy! yes, sumo, i missed you too,” you laughed, having been practically tackled by the dog. connor watched with a smile.
“hello! sumo and i are done walking.”
“yeah, we see that, connor,” hank replied.
you elbowed him in the shin, causing him to curse under his breath. connor didn’t notice.
“okay, let’s go home!” you chirped, standing back up.
hank stood up with you, and with that, the four of you began the journey back home. hank’s arm snaked around your waist, grabbing at your ass every now and then. you were definitely in for it when you finally arrived home.