21/24 AND Hank/Dermott RP With Yoshi <3
It was your average friday night on the Venture Compound - Dr. Venture was pleasuring himself to old White Snake videos in the sitting room, Brock was doing his best to ignore him and just enjoy the actual SONG, Dean was in the bathroom “practicing how to be a boyfriend”, while Hank was out in the yard with Dermott...
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Dermott>>> No he doesn't Hank. Wether you like it or not one day he's just gonna up and leave you! And I'll be the only one here comforting you inbetween I told you sos. I'M a man. I'd never leave you behind. But Brock? Brocks not a friggin man.. he's a... he's a cunt! Who leaves people behind all the time.
Brock reared his head away from the door, parially in shock and anger. He didn't know what the fuck Dermott's problem was, but if THIS was the kinda bullshit he was feeding to Hank he was as sure as fuck he didn't want them hanging out together.
He was about to burst open the door, muscles tensed, ready to slap him around. Or atleast just scare him a bit.
Hank just stared blankly at Dermott. Not even able to wrap his head around the concept of Brock leaving him...no...that was impossible.
Brock put his palms on the door ready to throw it open.... until he herd another cry from behind the door.
Dermott>>> He left ME Hank! He left me! And my mom! And I grew up in some dump behind exit 18!!! Without ever knowing shit about shit!
Dermott bit his lip, trying his damndest not to cry in front of Hank.
Brock, confused, released his hands from the door....... shit.....
he was... Dermott's..... shit!
Hank stared at his boyfriend...he had no clue what he was talking about...but he knew he was upset. So he wrapped his arms around him...trying to comfort him through...whatever and be a good boyfriend.
Brock only stood by the door silently, feeling almost as bad a Dermott... perhaps even a little more...
Dermott was fucked up in alot of ways. And growing up without a father and.... he wondered who the mother was.
He slumped against the door... of course... the blonde hair, the big build, even for his age. Even his eyes..... Dermott was his boy.
In his angry he thrusted his knife into the wall... unable to cope any other way, as he listened further...
Dermott>>> *sniff* ... h-hey... *sniff* i-it's fine, whatever.... I'm, I'm fine...
he lied hugging Hank back as tightly as he could.
Hank>>>I-its okay Dermott...I love you and I'm here for you and stuff...
Brock paused again.
.... he must of meant that platonically of course. Hank was a bit of a wiggy 16 year old, but Brock knew him. He DID know Hank, right?
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Dermott sighed, taking comfort in the framiliar light pressure of Hank's little kiss.
until the door flung open..
Brock>>> Hank!
He blinked twice, unsure if what he was seeing was accurate.
Hank>>>AH BROCK!
Hank freaked, pushing himself off of Dermott...then tripped and fell on his ass.
21 also jumped a little, still holding 24 to his chest...man, this was like fucking General Hospital with so many plot twists!
Brock walked to the center of the room, looking down at Hank... than to Dermott.
He loved Hank like a son.. but Dermott was his actual son. And they were, together.
He pinched the bridge of his nose sighing.
Brock>>> .. you boys okay?
Hank>>>I-it's not what it looks like! I was just...he was...I-...oh yeah, we're...fine...
Brock gave Hank his hand and pulled him up.
Brock>>> Hank I'm not mad attcha, but we have alot of things to talk about on the way back to the compound.
His eyes shifted to Dermott.
Brock>>> You too.
Dermott crossed his arms, teary eyes looking away from Brock.
Hank took the hand...he couldn't help but smile...he knew Brock'd never leave him.
Brock>>> C'mon. We're leavin.
Hank>>>Oh...ok um...are you gonna tell Pop about...the whole...GAY thing?
Hank had to ask, as he popped back up off the floor.
Brock>>> No, no I'm not tell'n him if you don't want me to. You'll do that one day. But Hank being a man, isn't about.. bein gay or straight. I know plenty of men who could tear your arms off who're gay. It's about... facing things head on and, inner strength 'n..... well, all that.
He attempted to explain. He looked at Dermott unsure of what to say next. Than at 21.
He took out his knife.
Brock>>> And you're not gonna tell on um either, are ya chubs?
21 paled...clinging tighter to 24 than ever.
21>>>N-no sir! Secret's safe with me!
Brock looked down in 21's arms.
Brock>>> good... tell him that too.
21 nodded slowly, as 24 drooled on his chest.
Satisfied with 21's response, he put his knife back, and headed towards the door with Hank and Dermott.
Brock>>> Dermott, put that stuff down. Those arn't allowed in my car.
He said reffering to the weapons
Dermott>>> You're not the boss of me. I can take them wherever I want.
Brock>>> No I mean if you bring those into my car it'll know and is programmed to track metal thats not this knife leaking an acid form of melancongitis to the base of you spine.
Dermott>>> from, from where?
He asked nervoulsy.
Brock>>> Seatbelt,
Dermott looked down sadly at his weapons, realizing he'd have to put his new toys back.
He threw them to the floor, and left the room with Brock and Hank.
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Dermott felt a small smile take hold of his mouth. He squeezed Hank's hand back.
Brock saw this from the corner of his eye.
He could keep a secret, being OSI and all. But he wondered how long they could. He didn't feel too worried about it though. He knew they were happy together at least.
He shut the door behind them giving 21 one last squinty eyed threat before disappearing down the purple and pink halls.
21 sighed in FUCKING RELIEF that this whole mess was over...before pulling off 24's hood to stroke the hair of his mess of a boyfriend.
21>>>You better wake up soon...I have the JUCIEST gossip to share and well...you already know how much I love you...
21>>>...you comatose asshole!
Back in the florescent pink hallway, the Mighty Monarch was trying not to flat out LAUGH as Brock reamerged with the two teenage boys...holding hands.
Monarch>>>Not gonna say I told you so, Sampson...
Brock pushed the Monarch up against the wall with his forearm, not even looking at the Monarch, as he pulled his knife out again. He didn't need to say another word.
Monarch>>>Alright JESUS CHRIST sorry! ...touchypants...
Brock>>> This is a secret alright? Unarching related. The Doc's not to know about these two, got it?
Monarch pouted...well, that was hardly any fun.
Brock>>> Or you can kiss manwitch goodbye.
Monarch>>>Hey! Low blow, you leave her out of this! Fiiiiine, party pooper. Just promise me front row seats when the good doctor finds out his son likes it in through the out door. The look on his face is going to be DELICIOUS!
Brock released him, and kept walking.
Brock>>> Fine, whatever
Hank scrunched his face up...in through the out door...what?
Dermott could only stare at his shoes as they kept walking.
Hank>>>Dermott...Brock, what's he talking about?
Hank asked the two most important men in his life...honestly confused.
He wanted to say something to Hank, something but, didn't know what. So he figured he'd just tell him the truth.
Dermott was about to open his mouth when Brock stopped him.
Brock>>> He means up the butt Hank.
Dermott got tight lipped... thats what HE was gonna say
Well he actually had something else he wanted to say to Hank. Something he knew Brock couldn't say.
Hank>>>HOW DOES HE KNO- uh I mean...uuuuuh...dammit.
Dermott smiled at Hank's ignorance. He was so cute.
Brock flinched at Hank's words, but kept walking as if he has been unphased. He didn't wanna picture Dermott sticking his..... guuuuuhhhh
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He bent to his side, kissing Hank on the cheek.
Dermott>>> I love you too.
Dermott's lips against his cheek and the heartfelt declaration did NOTHING to help fade the red in Hank's face. But...it did make him smile a little bit.
Hank>>>Dermott...! Not in front of Brock!
Dermott snickered.
Hank squirmed, a little more than embarrassed, but not trying all that hard to wiggle away from Dermott.
Dermott didn't really care. He had Hank again. And he was going to pick up right were he left off with him.
Dermott>>> So... this guy I was talking about before this all started...
Dermott>>> Wanna know what else he's got?
Hank>>>Ssssh! Later, ok?
Hank whispered...having a feeling that Brock wouldn't like anything that this guy was selling!
Brock, wanting VERY BADLY to interject, didn't. He knew Dermott want to be the one to introduce Hank to certain things... He trusted Hank enough. And if he knew anything after tonight oddly enough, it was that he could trust Dermott with Hank
At last outside the Cocoon and inside of Brock's car, Dermott took his seat beside Hank. He had never been inside of Brock's car before. It smelled like cigarette smoke, sweat, and blood a little bit... and some air freshener... kind of like Brock.
Hank, once he was buckled in, snuggled up next to Dermott in the back seat...still clinging to his hand
Hank>>>Ok...I gotta know, what else does this friend of yours sell?
Hank whispered...his boy-adventure brand of curiosity outweighing his fear of getting in trouble.
Dermott checked where Brock's eyes were looking in the rear view mirror before turning back and whispered in Hank's ear.
Dermott>>> Flesh lights, cheap lube, glow in the dark condems, and crystal pepsi
He smiled proudly
Hank giggled, blushing quite a bit...
Hank>>>Sounds awesome! But uh...what do we need a flash light for?
Hank asked, a little bit louder...
Dermott pulled Hank closer to him, trying to make it so Brock wouldnt hear
Dermott>>> Not a flash light, a "flesh" light
Hank>>>What's a "flesh" light?
Hank asked...whispering again.
Dermott snickered before answering
Dermott>>> Heh, well it LOOKS like a flash light, except instead of a light bulb....
He creeped his fingers underneath Hank's bottom
Dermott>>> it's got a soft tight little hole in it... about this size...
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Hank>>>EEP!
Brock>>> Listen, I'm all for keeping secrets you two, but you're gonna need to know how to keep it. Lesson 1, keep the PDA to a minimum. Think you can do that son?
Brock meant it as he would to Hank, or Dean, or any other boy he'd address..... but he felt a bit funny saying it to Dermott...
Dermott stopped for a momment...
he'd never been called son by anyone but his mother or a police officer.
After he closed his mouth after a momment he managed to find his voice again.
Dermott>>> Er... y-ya ya, okay.
Hank looked back and forth between his bodyguard and his boyfriend. Son...?
Oh...OH!
Hank squeezed Dermott's hand...the one that hadn't been under his butt. Finally realizing WHY Dermott always seemed so angsty around Brock.
Hank>>>Yeah, gottcha, Brock...
Hank managed to smile, while stroking Dermott's hand. Well, it made sense...he loved Brock and he loved Dermott (but in TOTALLY different ways) so yeah...of coarse they'd be father and son.
Dermott felt his lips curl from his awkward stand still into a smile at Hank's touch.
Brock>>> *sigh* ANd you two need to not... DO that so much. Around your brother and Doc anyway. You keep this a secret from other bad guys too like, Srgnt Hatered, okay?
Hank felt well...the OPPOSITE of arousal at the drop of Sargent Hatred's name...
Dermott>>> Hey, I'm not an idiot ya know. It's just you, so I'm gonna keep holding Hank's hand.
Brock>>> Dermott...
Dermott>>> Jesues, fine okay. god..
.. of course he kept holding onto his hand.
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He asked tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Unsure if he wanted to hear the story
Hank>>>Hm? Oh! Uh...well, we were camping out on the yard and we got...talking. About like...girls and kissing and sex and stuff. And...I-I hadn't ever kissed anyone before Dermott...and then we started talking about THAT and...
Hank>>>...he told me we could "practice."
Brock turned around in the seat so he could raise an eyebrow at Dermott.
Dermott>>>> pffft..... well, what would you call it?
Brock wouldn't call using a someone else for his own sexual experimentation "practice" but kept listening to Hank... now sort of unwillingly.
Hank>>>And well...long story short, we ended up "practicing" more than just kissing. And was more than practice...
Hank>>>And um...now we're goin' steady. And that's all she wrote...
Hank finished, the tips of his ears turning red...he was just as uncomfortable about this conversation as Brock was.
Well, as long as he didn't force Hank into this, Brock was okay with it.
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Hank smiled again...getting a little side-tracked watching Dermott peel off bits of his uniform.
Hank>>>Aw...you actually make that doofy looking costume look nice...
Dermott's face glowed pink in the morning light coming in through the windows.
Dermott>>> Sh-shut up.. it's still goofy on me...
Hank>>>The pants are flattering...
Hank winked, ONCE AGAIN, in a failed attempt to be flirty
Dermott's face maintained the pinkish tint as he closed his eyes, trying to look like he was more focoused on taking off his other glove...
Dermott>>> well.... well maybe I guess..
Hank chuckled...finding Dermott SO ADORABLE when he got all embarrassed and flustered like that...
Brock saw the blush on Dermott's face as well, hiding a smile from the two boys.
All in all, he had to admit..... they were pretty cute together
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Hank>>>Hey Brock? I just wanna say thanks...for bein' so awesome about this...and everything. So uh, thanks and uh...love you.
Brock 's smile faded as the words reached his ears. He may be a hard ass who didn't take to affection easily, but coming from Hank? It meant alot.
Brock>>> Yeah... yeah I uh , I love you to Hank
Hank sat back down in his seat...grinning ear to freakin' ear!
Brock was touched by his words and smile.
Hank>>>Don't tell me you're going soft on me, Sampson! But uh...yeah, I know. You do a pretty good job of showing it.
Dermott hadn't felt so comfortable in a place all his life. On Hank's shoulder, listening to Brock tell Hank he loved him... atleast Brock loved somebody, and if it was anybody, Dermott wanted it to be Hank.
Brock shook his head, a calm smile still on his face.
Brock>>> I'll show you soft when I take your tent away and you and your boy friend here have to roll around on the cold ground.
He joked.
Hank's face fell a little.
Hank>>>You're funnin' me right?
Brock>>> oh, NO Hank. And than I'll just lock you both outside for the rest of the night too.
he turned around and gave a manly but sincere chuckle
Brock>>> heh, no Hank I'm just joke'n.
Hank relaxed a little...but was still kind of embarrassed hearing Brock reference their...whoopy makin'...
Hank>>>...I knew that...
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He yawned a bit stretching, getting himself comfortable. he took Hank under his arm and nuzled into the seat with him
Maybe... Brock would let them sleep in the car together.. if he was cool enough...
Hank snuggled against Dermott, chuckling softlly before catching Dermott's yawn. Today had been kinda...heavy and long. But it was ending on a VERY high note so...
He closed his eyes, unable to fight them open anymore.
Dermott saw Hank losing the battle with sleep, and pulled him closer to him, resting Hank's head against his chest.
Hank felt so... so snuggly and warm against him, Dermott couldn't help but smile through his own sleepyness.
He kissed Hank's cheek again before whispering in his ear.
Dermott>>> g'night Hank... I'll be right here when you wake up.<3
Hank>>>Mmmrm....Wuv yoo Dermmy...<3
AAAAAND Hank was a sleep.
Dermott sighed at the ridiculous nickname, but couldn't knock the smile off his face
He closed his own eyes, getting a look at the world one last time before falling asleep beside his boyfriend.
Dermott>>> Love you too... heh, Hanky...
Brock kept zooming down the road, eyeing the two lovebirds sleeping over each other like 2 pups curled up on a sofa, as the dawn broke at last over the horizon.
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