Hal/Tom fic. Mostly just kissing, nothing more explicit than implied between-fic sex
Pints
[Hal/Tom Post 4x03]
Hal has been living at Honolulu Heights for over two months when he turns to Tom after work, during a lull in the middle of a television program. “…would you like to get a pint sometime?” He asks, and the question is every bit as awkward as the first time he did, in the cafe, and from the expression on Tom’s face as he looks at him, he remembers that time far too clearly.
“Not goin’ta be some kind of attack again or somefin’, is there?” Tom asks him, and he expected the question but it still stings a little.
“No, of course not,” Hal tells him simply, and there’s a moment’s pause as Tom takes him and the question and the answer in, and tries to make the decision. He nods though, in the end.
“Alrigh’ then.”
Even as Tom turns his attention back to the television, Hal smiles, small and still somewhat nervous.
And it’s not until the next night at the pub that he realizes what he intended of the invitation wasn’t actually heard, and somewhere in the middle of the date it turns into just a night out. To a declaration of such when he realizes how far into it Tom even registers the idea of what it might have been. “It’s just a pint,” muttered low, with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
The night ends early and Hal finds himself in his room, listening to music, alone, and considering what grade of fool he must have been to not only consider the idea, but to follow through with it as well, and then to not realize that he hadn’t even made his intentions clear. It’s just as well though.
It’s late, when Tom knocks on his door and then comes into his room, clearing his throat as Hal looks at him, questioningly. “I was jus’ thinkin’, and.. what was tha’, really? At the pub tonigh’. It was alrigh’, whateva it was, but wha’ wassit meant t’be?”
Hal gives a smile that’s almost a grimace, turning away from Tom and fingering the domino beside him on the bed almost carefully. “It’s whatever you thought it was,” he tells him, simply.
“Tha’s not what I asked ya, Hal.” Tom tells him, something firm in his voice, for all the expression of vague concern on his face. Hal shakes his head, uneasily.
“It was originally intended as a date, but…” He trails off to regain his focus, and before he can speak again, Tom has spoken up.
“Like I said, it was…alrigh’.” Tom pauses, and contemplates his words for a moment before speaking again, his gaze down and slightly to one side. “…well, I mean, technic’ly it was prolly a sor’ of rubbish date. Not that I’ve been on any o’ me own, mind, but it seems like ‘s just bad manners to change your mind abou’it mid-way through. I reckon you owe me another.”
There’s silence for a moment as Hal looks at him, a small, disbelieving smile growing on his face. “…I’m…very sorry, Tom. In that case, would you care to join me again tonight, once we’re off work?”
Tom turns back to look at him and nods, his expression almost satisfied, and a small smile tugging just barely at the corner of his lips. “Sounds alrigh’. Y’know… you really aren’ good at all at the chattin’ up, jus’ like I said. Couldn’ even tell you were askin’ me out the last time.”
Hal laughs, and Tom joins in a moment later.
The First Three
[Hal/Tom]
Tom initiates their first kiss. The pub is almost empty and they’re in a corner of it, left to their own devices and mostly in the dark. He’s not sure why, exactly, except that it’s their second try at the date, and it’s going no different than the first one, really and for the past ten minutes there’s been barely anything but awkward snips of conversation and the way Hal hasn’t taken his eyes off of him. He should know, he’d been watching him back. Had noticed the way he was looking at him, seen the half a dozen times that it had looked like his head was starting to fall forward that had been his starting to lean in, and he’d had enough of that really.
They both taste like alcohol, for all that they’re both, actually, still nursing their first pints each. Hal’s lips are almost soft against his, and he watches him as he freezes, eyes open because you never got a sure answer about what you were supposed to do there, did you? Not for when you were kissing girls, and certainly not for when you were kissing other blokes.
Hal recovers quickly though, and before, Tom guesses, he has a chance to question himself. Their second kiss starts almost tender, careful, and Hal’s hand shakes as he holds onto the handle of his glass. It deepens, after, becoming more aggressive, almost hungry, and it’s that realization and the heavy breathing, and the way Hal’s mouth starts to part, that his teeth brush his lip that Tom pulls away. He lets Hal catch his senses, his heart pounding in his chest, and Hal kisses him again, just one more time, as light as the first before they go back to conversation, and their hands just touching on the table.
Like Dominoes
[Hal/Tom]
Hal kisses him carefully, almost meticulously, a soft, careful trail that starts at his temple and curves down his cheek and jaw. He focuses on Tom, on the worn Henley under his fingertips and places his lips against his skin with a religious precision. His hands shake as he lays his first kiss on the underside of his chin, on his neck, and he can feel the blood flowing through him more vividly than ever, makes him more aware than ever of the beating of his heart, of how easy it would be. He hesitates for a fraction of a second along his neck before he places another gentle, careful kiss and tries to quell that base hunger.
Hal lines his kisses up like his dominos, in a gentle curve that ends at Tom’s collarbone, and smiles just barely at the kiss placed on his own forehead as he lingers there.
Prologue to a Flower
[Hal/Tom]
Hal isn’t sure which of them is more nervous as he stands in the doorway, and there’s something ridiculous about that. About his being nervous about sex when the other party was a virgin. He didn’t want to hurt him though, he desperately didn’t want to hurt him, and he holds his hands behind his back, clutching something in his hands, and there’s an internal struggle where he tries to decide if it would be worse to pay attention to all of the little out of place things in the room, or to ignore them and chance some part of him going rampant at that control surrendered.
“You can c’min, y’know,” Tom tells him before he has a chance to reach his conclusion, sitting on the bed and looking up at him. He pats the bed next to him, and Hal hesitates for a second before he moves to sit. Anything to cut short the brief look that had been on Tom’s face as he wondered if Hal had changed his mind.
Hal turns to kiss him, supporting his weight on the mattress with one hand, and placing the wooden stake that had been behind his back on the nightstand as Tom closes his eyes. His efforts aren’t enough to distract him from the faint sound though, and his attempts to prolong the kiss are cut short as Tom pulls back and opens his eyes to look.
He can see the question in his eyes, even before he speaks, looking from the stake to Hal. “What’s tha’ for?”
“In case.” Hal answers him, his eyes and tone serious, and he moves to put a hand on Tom’s hand. ” I want you to have it on hand if I-” He is cut short by Tom taking his hand instead, shaking his head briefly.
“Nah. It’ll be alrigh’ Hal.” He smiles with such sincerity that Hal wants to believe him. To have that same confidence that he would be able to control himself, to refrain from ripping out the throat of the man he was quite certain that he loved. “We’ll take it slow, yeah?” Tom asks, reassuring, and Hal can’t stop a small smile beside his fears.
“I’d planned to, not that I’ve, ah, had much experience in that area. I want this to be special for you though, to be…good. I’m obviously coming into this a little rusty..” Hal silences as Tom squeezes his hand, kissing him with a little more ease than he had at first.
“Stop worryin’ so much.” Tom tells him after he’s pulled back, matter of fact. “It already is an’ we haven’t started yet, so you can relax. Gotta be something you remember and we can go from there. I trust you. An’ I’m defin’tely not goin’ta stake you in the middle of sex, cos there’s no way yer gonna try t’eat me. Got it?”
Hal takes a deep breath and smiles, nervous but, slightly less than he had been a moment ago. “Got it,” he tells him finally, moving to put a hand on his shoulder, the edge of his thumb against the skin of his throat, and kisses him again.
Epilogue for a Flower
[Hal/Tom]
Hal wakes first, and in his first moments of consciousness he is frozen by the contact being made, the warm weight of someone curled half on top of him. He cannot move and for a moment he cannot understand how he came to be in those circumstances, and the shadow of the previous night’s contentment is chased away by his mind’s rebellion of the idea. He feels out of place and in desperate need of a shower, but before he can move the weight curls closer and Tom makes a soft, comfortable sound.
His laugh is soft, quiet, and almost amazed. Almost disbelieving. He cranes his neck just far enough to kiss the top of Tom’s head, along one of his scars. There’s a foreign feeling there, under the growing agitation at the back of his mind, the little off things making the one, big, right one.
He waits for a few minutes, to see if Hal will wake, the novelty and the comfort of the situation bringing him patience. Everything that the morning meant, that the night had. That what had happened, and what hadn’t happened meant. It was a small success, and one that he still couldn’t believe but in the end he was still only..well, not human, but still only Hal, and he shakes Tom slightly, his voice a raised, insistent whisper. “Tom. Tom, you need to wake up.” He pauses and receives no response. “Please.”
“Mmm..” Tom responds, an arm draped over Hal’s chest, and a leg over his. For a moment Hal feels trapped and completely helpless, and his eyes are almost desperate. He tries, briefly, to slip away, with no success, and there is urgency in his voice when he speaks again.
“Tom!”
Tom’s head jerks up, and he looks around, far too alert for half asleep and concerned. “Wha’s wrong?”
For a moment Hal almost feels bad for waking him, and seemingly worrying him, but he feels like his brain is going to short if he doesn’t remedy the two dozen little things currently niggling at him. “I love you,” Hal starts, and Tom opens his mouth to respond, but before he has a chance Hal shakes his head, just barely and continues, “And this is wonderful, really, and last night was completely amazing and I have no doubt that I will remember it for the rest of my life no matter how long that is likely to be, but-” He watches as Tom’s face progressively falls and he speaks faster to get to his point before he manages to think that he’s breaking up with him, taking a deep breath. “But I need a shower, desperately. So do you, if I’m going to be completely honest, and these sheets are going to need to be boiled, I think they’re stuck to my leg, and-“
Tom kisses him, before he manages to talk anymore, a hand on his chest, and he holds onto it just long enough to make Hal lose his train of thought. Its a moment before either of them speak, and Hal cant help thinking that Tom looks like he’s trying not to smile as he finally does, withdrawing his limbs to his own side of the bed. “Go’on then, I’ll get in afte’ ya.”
“Thank you.” Relief floods Hal as he scrambles to his feet, searching for something he can wear to the bathroom that it doesnt matter if he gets dirty. After a moment Tom calls his name, and he turns away from the clothing he was giving mournful looks.
“Hal. Love you too. Here.” He catches the familiar pair of shorts easily and gives Tom a look that he thinks he’s seen before on deer. Tom just yawns, covering his mouth before shrugging loosely. “It’ll wash.”
Hal nods, still uneasy but he puts the shorts on hurriedly and makes his way out of the room, barely aware of the look that Annie gives him, hair ruffled and shirtless, in Tom’s shorts for the few seconds that she sees him between rooms.
He takes a long, hot shower, and finds clean clothes folded and set outside the bathroom door, and he dresses, returning to Tom’s room.
“Goin’” Tom informs him as he opens the door, standing up and grabbing a towel to wrap around himself. Hal moves out of the way to let him pass, but when Tom kisses him he returns it with another nervous smile.
In the time it takes Tom to shower, Hal manages to change the sheets and get the dirty ones into the wash where they can be started easily once no one is in the shower, and turned his music on downstairs in his usual spot on the couch.
He’s concentrating when Tom flops down next to him, leaning heavily onto him and slightly damp kissing his neck. “This is alrigh’, issinit?” He asks, and Hal smiles once he’s gotten over the sudden contact again, putting an arm around him almost uneasily. The music plays on though, and he relaxes, the smile becoming more easy, and he kisses him in response.
“Perfect,” Hal says, and Tom settles in, his head on Hal’s shoulder, and a hand on his leg, falling asleep with his arm around him and the soft classical music playing.
[Hal/Tom Post 4x03]
Hal has been living at Honolulu Heights for over two months when he turns to Tom after work, during a lull in the middle of a television program. “…would you like to get a pint sometime?” He asks, and the question is every bit as awkward as the first time he did, in the cafe, and from the expression on Tom’s face as he looks at him, he remembers that time far too clearly.
“Not goin’ta be some kind of attack again or somefin’, is there?” Tom asks him, and he expected the question but it still stings a little.
“No, of course not,” Hal tells him simply, and there’s a moment’s pause as Tom takes him and the question and the answer in, and tries to make the decision. He nods though, in the end.
“Alrigh’ then.”
Even as Tom turns his attention back to the television, Hal smiles, small and still somewhat nervous.
And it’s not until the next night at the pub that he realizes what he intended of the invitation wasn’t actually heard, and somewhere in the middle of the date it turns into just a night out. To a declaration of such when he realizes how far into it Tom even registers the idea of what it might have been. “It’s just a pint,” muttered low, with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
The night ends early and Hal finds himself in his room, listening to music, alone, and considering what grade of fool he must have been to not only consider the idea, but to follow through with it as well, and then to not realize that he hadn’t even made his intentions clear. It’s just as well though.
It’s late, when Tom knocks on his door and then comes into his room, clearing his throat as Hal looks at him, questioningly. “I was jus’ thinkin’, and.. what was tha’, really? At the pub tonigh’. It was alrigh’, whateva it was, but wha’ wassit meant t’be?”
Hal gives a smile that’s almost a grimace, turning away from Tom and fingering the domino beside him on the bed almost carefully. “It’s whatever you thought it was,” he tells him, simply.
“Tha’s not what I asked ya, Hal.” Tom tells him, something firm in his voice, for all the expression of vague concern on his face. Hal shakes his head, uneasily.
“It was originally intended as a date, but…” He trails off to regain his focus, and before he can speak again, Tom has spoken up.
“Like I said, it was…alrigh’.” Tom pauses, and contemplates his words for a moment before speaking again, his gaze down and slightly to one side. “…well, I mean, technic’ly it was prolly a sor’ of rubbish date. Not that I’ve been on any o’ me own, mind, but it seems like ‘s just bad manners to change your mind abou’it mid-way through. I reckon you owe me another.”
There’s silence for a moment as Hal looks at him, a small, disbelieving smile growing on his face. “…I’m…very sorry, Tom. In that case, would you care to join me again tonight, once we’re off work?”
Tom turns back to look at him and nods, his expression almost satisfied, and a small smile tugging just barely at the corner of his lips. “Sounds alrigh’. Y’know… you really aren’ good at all at the chattin’ up, jus’ like I said. Couldn’ even tell you were askin’ me out the last time.”
Hal laughs, and Tom joins in a moment later.
The First Three
[Hal/Tom]
Tom initiates their first kiss. The pub is almost empty and they’re in a corner of it, left to their own devices and mostly in the dark. He’s not sure why, exactly, except that it’s their second try at the date, and it’s going no different than the first one, really and for the past ten minutes there’s been barely anything but awkward snips of conversation and the way Hal hasn’t taken his eyes off of him. He should know, he’d been watching him back. Had noticed the way he was looking at him, seen the half a dozen times that it had looked like his head was starting to fall forward that had been his starting to lean in, and he’d had enough of that really.
They both taste like alcohol, for all that they’re both, actually, still nursing their first pints each. Hal’s lips are almost soft against his, and he watches him as he freezes, eyes open because you never got a sure answer about what you were supposed to do there, did you? Not for when you were kissing girls, and certainly not for when you were kissing other blokes.
Hal recovers quickly though, and before, Tom guesses, he has a chance to question himself. Their second kiss starts almost tender, careful, and Hal’s hand shakes as he holds onto the handle of his glass. It deepens, after, becoming more aggressive, almost hungry, and it’s that realization and the heavy breathing, and the way Hal’s mouth starts to part, that his teeth brush his lip that Tom pulls away. He lets Hal catch his senses, his heart pounding in his chest, and Hal kisses him again, just one more time, as light as the first before they go back to conversation, and their hands just touching on the table.
Like Dominoes
[Hal/Tom]
Hal kisses him carefully, almost meticulously, a soft, careful trail that starts at his temple and curves down his cheek and jaw. He focuses on Tom, on the worn Henley under his fingertips and places his lips against his skin with a religious precision. His hands shake as he lays his first kiss on the underside of his chin, on his neck, and he can feel the blood flowing through him more vividly than ever, makes him more aware than ever of the beating of his heart, of how easy it would be. He hesitates for a fraction of a second along his neck before he places another gentle, careful kiss and tries to quell that base hunger.
Hal lines his kisses up like his dominos, in a gentle curve that ends at Tom’s collarbone, and smiles just barely at the kiss placed on his own forehead as he lingers there.
Prologue to a Flower
[Hal/Tom]
Hal isn’t sure which of them is more nervous as he stands in the doorway, and there’s something ridiculous about that. About his being nervous about sex when the other party was a virgin. He didn’t want to hurt him though, he desperately didn’t want to hurt him, and he holds his hands behind his back, clutching something in his hands, and there’s an internal struggle where he tries to decide if it would be worse to pay attention to all of the little out of place things in the room, or to ignore them and chance some part of him going rampant at that control surrendered.
“You can c’min, y’know,” Tom tells him before he has a chance to reach his conclusion, sitting on the bed and looking up at him. He pats the bed next to him, and Hal hesitates for a second before he moves to sit. Anything to cut short the brief look that had been on Tom’s face as he wondered if Hal had changed his mind.
Hal turns to kiss him, supporting his weight on the mattress with one hand, and placing the wooden stake that had been behind his back on the nightstand as Tom closes his eyes. His efforts aren’t enough to distract him from the faint sound though, and his attempts to prolong the kiss are cut short as Tom pulls back and opens his eyes to look.
He can see the question in his eyes, even before he speaks, looking from the stake to Hal. “What’s tha’ for?”
“In case.” Hal answers him, his eyes and tone serious, and he moves to put a hand on Tom’s hand. ” I want you to have it on hand if I-” He is cut short by Tom taking his hand instead, shaking his head briefly.
“Nah. It’ll be alrigh’ Hal.” He smiles with such sincerity that Hal wants to believe him. To have that same confidence that he would be able to control himself, to refrain from ripping out the throat of the man he was quite certain that he loved. “We’ll take it slow, yeah?” Tom asks, reassuring, and Hal can’t stop a small smile beside his fears.
“I’d planned to, not that I’ve, ah, had much experience in that area. I want this to be special for you though, to be…good. I’m obviously coming into this a little rusty..” Hal silences as Tom squeezes his hand, kissing him with a little more ease than he had at first.
“Stop worryin’ so much.” Tom tells him after he’s pulled back, matter of fact. “It already is an’ we haven’t started yet, so you can relax. Gotta be something you remember and we can go from there. I trust you. An’ I’m defin’tely not goin’ta stake you in the middle of sex, cos there’s no way yer gonna try t’eat me. Got it?”
Hal takes a deep breath and smiles, nervous but, slightly less than he had been a moment ago. “Got it,” he tells him finally, moving to put a hand on his shoulder, the edge of his thumb against the skin of his throat, and kisses him again.
Epilogue for a Flower
[Hal/Tom]
Hal wakes first, and in his first moments of consciousness he is frozen by the contact being made, the warm weight of someone curled half on top of him. He cannot move and for a moment he cannot understand how he came to be in those circumstances, and the shadow of the previous night’s contentment is chased away by his mind’s rebellion of the idea. He feels out of place and in desperate need of a shower, but before he can move the weight curls closer and Tom makes a soft, comfortable sound.
His laugh is soft, quiet, and almost amazed. Almost disbelieving. He cranes his neck just far enough to kiss the top of Tom’s head, along one of his scars. There’s a foreign feeling there, under the growing agitation at the back of his mind, the little off things making the one, big, right one.
He waits for a few minutes, to see if Hal will wake, the novelty and the comfort of the situation bringing him patience. Everything that the morning meant, that the night had. That what had happened, and what hadn’t happened meant. It was a small success, and one that he still couldn’t believe but in the end he was still only..well, not human, but still only Hal, and he shakes Tom slightly, his voice a raised, insistent whisper. “Tom. Tom, you need to wake up.” He pauses and receives no response. “Please.”
“Mmm..” Tom responds, an arm draped over Hal’s chest, and a leg over his. For a moment Hal feels trapped and completely helpless, and his eyes are almost desperate. He tries, briefly, to slip away, with no success, and there is urgency in his voice when he speaks again.
“Tom!”
Tom’s head jerks up, and he looks around, far too alert for half asleep and concerned. “Wha’s wrong?”
For a moment Hal almost feels bad for waking him, and seemingly worrying him, but he feels like his brain is going to short if he doesn’t remedy the two dozen little things currently niggling at him. “I love you,” Hal starts, and Tom opens his mouth to respond, but before he has a chance Hal shakes his head, just barely and continues, “And this is wonderful, really, and last night was completely amazing and I have no doubt that I will remember it for the rest of my life no matter how long that is likely to be, but-” He watches as Tom’s face progressively falls and he speaks faster to get to his point before he manages to think that he’s breaking up with him, taking a deep breath. “But I need a shower, desperately. So do you, if I’m going to be completely honest, and these sheets are going to need to be boiled, I think they’re stuck to my leg, and-“
Tom kisses him, before he manages to talk anymore, a hand on his chest, and he holds onto it just long enough to make Hal lose his train of thought. Its a moment before either of them speak, and Hal cant help thinking that Tom looks like he’s trying not to smile as he finally does, withdrawing his limbs to his own side of the bed. “Go’on then, I’ll get in afte’ ya.”
“Thank you.” Relief floods Hal as he scrambles to his feet, searching for something he can wear to the bathroom that it doesnt matter if he gets dirty. After a moment Tom calls his name, and he turns away from the clothing he was giving mournful looks.
“Hal. Love you too. Here.” He catches the familiar pair of shorts easily and gives Tom a look that he thinks he’s seen before on deer. Tom just yawns, covering his mouth before shrugging loosely. “It’ll wash.”
Hal nods, still uneasy but he puts the shorts on hurriedly and makes his way out of the room, barely aware of the look that Annie gives him, hair ruffled and shirtless, in Tom’s shorts for the few seconds that she sees him between rooms.
He takes a long, hot shower, and finds clean clothes folded and set outside the bathroom door, and he dresses, returning to Tom’s room.
“Goin’” Tom informs him as he opens the door, standing up and grabbing a towel to wrap around himself. Hal moves out of the way to let him pass, but when Tom kisses him he returns it with another nervous smile.
In the time it takes Tom to shower, Hal manages to change the sheets and get the dirty ones into the wash where they can be started easily once no one is in the shower, and turned his music on downstairs in his usual spot on the couch.
He’s concentrating when Tom flops down next to him, leaning heavily onto him and slightly damp kissing his neck. “This is alrigh’, issinit?” He asks, and Hal smiles once he’s gotten over the sudden contact again, putting an arm around him almost uneasily. The music plays on though, and he relaxes, the smile becoming more easy, and he kisses him in response.
“Perfect,” Hal says, and Tom settles in, his head on Hal’s shoulder, and a hand on his leg, falling asleep with his arm around him and the soft classical music playing.