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Dirk was going insane.
Well, no, to be fucking honest, Dirk been insane ever since Harper had started accusing him of cheating on her every second of the goddam day. He wouldn't give a shit if what she was yelling at him was true, but Dirk had been nothing but loyal to her and after the initial annyonce the claims stirred in him, the accusations began to hurt slightly too.
Sure, he wasn't the best boyfriend on earth, Lord knows he'd never compare to Chappy (Harper was always quick to tell him as much), but he wasn't so much of a dickhead that he'd be disloyal. Not that there was anyone to be loyal to now of course.
Harper and him broken up again last night after a paticularly long screaming match where Dirk found out he was apparently gangbanging the Hanks, which was news to him. Honestly, he has no idea where she gets these batshit crazy ideas from, they have no baisis in reality whatsoever, and make zero fucking sense.
And she wonders why he ignores her when he's clean? At least The Hanks are decent people, sometimes he wishes he was fucking them just to shove it in Harper's face that he can do better than her. Yes, Dirk knows his relationship with Harper isn't exactly healthy, but he can't find it in himself to care anymore, and right now, it's not like they have a relationship at all anyway, so it hardly matters.
He says right now because it will only be a couple of days until they're dating again, that's just how they work, you know? It's not all bad, and the make-up sex is totally worth it in the end.
But in this paticular moment in time there is no make-up sex, or physical activity of any kind, and that's why Dirk was losing his mind. He was shut up in the closet, feeling pissed off at his body for playing into Harper's idea of him that he 'can't go long without getting some'. He can. It's not like he's desperate on anything. Not at all.
What's worse is the human hadn't even hung him up or anything, he wasn't even clean! They'd just shoved their dirty clothes in the bottom of there wardrobe, saying they'd 'put them in the laundry basket later'. It was pathetic. Dirk didn't even get to hide in the cooler version of himslef, he was just irritated and horny.
"Bro!" A familiar voice calls, and Dirk doesn't even have to look up to know it was one of the Hanks. He resists the urge to bury his face in his hands, all the Hanks were fine to talk to, but they were also incredibly loud and social. Dirk did not want to deal with that right now, or ever, if he was being honest.
Dirk begrudgingly looks up, making eye contact with Hank 4, who looks at him with slight concern, "Are you alright man? You look more down than usual".
"And more clothed," Hank 3 added, "Which is a shame".
Dirk just scowled in response, even though Hank 3 was technically right, when he was Clarence his outfits were more, how do you put it, revealing. He just felt more confident away from Harper, that's all, it wasn't like he was trying to get the Hanks attention or anything, despite what she seemed to think.
"Ignore him," Hank 5 said with a a soft smile, although Hank 3 didn't seem offended in the slightest. Must be nice, Dirk thought bitterly to have a relashtionship that actually fucking worked. "Anything you want to talk about?" Hank 5 continued, speaking with a strange air of maturity for someone who went handling every other day.
"Just relationship problems that's all," Dirk mumbled dryly.
"Ah bummer, dude," Hank 1 chimed in sym, again reminding him of just how many Hanks there actually were, "We can try and help if you want, we're great at relashtionships!"
"You are?" Dirk replied skeptically, because as much as the Hanks meant well, they were overly optimistic and shared one brain cell between the five of them. They'd probably not been near the level of toxicity that radiated of him and Harper in decades, or, more likey, ever.
"Heck yeah we are, man!" Hank 2 replied, slinging his arm around Hank 1's shoulder. Weird, Dirk hadn't really noticed how touchy they all were with eachother before, but he supposed given there personalities it made a lot of sense.
Dirk sighed, slightly disappointed in himself that he'd reached the point in his life where he was venting to coat hangers about his shitty relationship, but he decided to continue nonetheless. What's the worst thing that could happen?
"Well it's just my girlfriend-" Dirk paused, mentally scolding himself before correcting his slip up, "My Ex-girlfriend, is an absolute fucking lunatic! you know why? She thinks I'm hooking up with you! All of you!" Dirk exclaimed exharphatedly, "Like, how out of it do you have to be?Obviously I'm not fucking doing that, even though I kind of wish I was-"
Dirk cut himself off.
Apparently, that was the worse thing that could happen.
Fuck. Dirk hadn't meant to say that. He didn't mean it in the slightest, like genuinely, that was a complete, and really fucking stupid, slip of the tounge. Dirk had been thinking about what he'd mentioned earlier, sleeping with the Hanks in a petty revenge 'Fuck you, Harper' kind of way, not anything serious, but now he'd accidentally ran his stupid mouth and the Hanks were looking st him like he'd just admitted his deepest secret.
Which, in their defence, it probably looked like he had. But this 'secret' wasn't even true! God, this was the only time in his life where he actually wished Harper was here to call him a lair, although given the subject matter, she'd probably think he was telling the truth aswell.
"Buddy, take a deep breath," Hank 5 said slowly, clearly intrupting the look on Dirk's face as panic. There was a light pink dusting the man's cheeks
"Did he just say 'even though he wishes he was'?" Hank 1 mouths to Hank 2, who nods, wide-eyed, in response.
"I'd be up for that," Hank 3 smirks, "Like I said, it's shame you're wearing more than usual".
"I did not mean to say any of that," Dirk protests, although he doesn't sound paticularly convincing..
"Didn't you?" Hank 3 asks slyly, leaning forwards, so close to him now that his hot breath dusted Dirk's face.
Dirk wished he could blame the steady flush that crawled across his cheeks at that on literally anything else, but he'd already been feeling horny and having an undeniably attractive man flirt with you definitely doesn't help with that.
What's strange to Dirk, however, is the fact none of the other Hanks seem to care that Hank 3 is blatantly hitting on him. There was no hint of jealously in their eye's, only varying degrees of fondness, mixed with what could possible be a slight hunger of their own. It was almost as if the other Hanks weren't only used to 3's antics, but actively encouraged them.
Imagine, having that much confidence in your partner that seeing them flirt with someone outside your relationship didn't make you question anything at all. Dirk could only wish he and Harper had ever had that. Sure, the hanks probably had an open relationship with lots of communication in place to keep it as healthy as it is, but Harper wouldn't have even let him get one word into a conversation like that without blowing up on him.
Maybe sleeping with the Hanks was a good was to forget about her after all. The lack of jealousy, the healthy environment, the fact they were actually pleasant fucking people. It would made a nice change from the shit show he was used to. This whole thing had been a joke at first, then a slip of the tounge, but maybe Dirk could prentend it had never been either of those things. Maybe this was just what Dirk needed to clear his mind a little.
"And if I did?" Dirk mumbled, not meeting any of the Hanks eye's.
Hank 3 grabbed his chin, gently turning Dirk to face him in a way that shouldn't make his stomach flip the way it did. He was just horny, he told himself, this didn't have to mean anything. "If you did," Hank 3 started, tilting Dirk's head up slightly, forcing them to make eye contact, "I'd be very pleased".
"Just you?" Dirk asks, looking up at the Hanks through his eyelashes in the same lustfull way that always made Harper fold. Dirk was mediocre at a lot of things, but this? This was something he was good at.
"We'd all be pleased if it makes you feel better, man," Hank 5 said, because apparently he was still going to get called 'man' and 'bro' despite their topic of conversation. Dirk wonders briefly if they still call eachother 'dude' during sex, but he's quickly intrupted by Hank 5 continuing, "Cheering people up is kinda our thing!"
"Oh?" Dirk muses, "So you do stuff like this often?"
"No!" Hank 2 supplies quickly. He has a certain anxious energy surrounding him that makes Dirk think he's very keen on him not getting the wrong idea. Maybe it was kind of dorky, but it made him feel oddly special.
"We just like making people happy, bro!" Hank 1 says happily, "Everyone deserves to be happy!"
"And it's not like we don't get anything out of it, it's a win-win situation, dude," Hank 4 winks, wide grin spreading across his face.
"Then I meant it," Dirk blurts without thinking, but there's little point in going back on himself now, "I wish I was having sex- I want to have sex with you, all of you".
He stutters over his words slightly which is completely unlike him, and makes Dirk feel like an awkward teenage boy all over again. Fortunately, the Hanks seemed to neither notice or care, too focused on smiling widely at him, like he'd just agreed to go skydiving with them, and not have a sixsome.
Hank 3, who's hand was still hovering near his chin, wasted no time in reestablishing his grip on Dirk's face, pulling him into a deep, and somewhat unexpected, kiss. Dirk let's out a small sound of suprise, that sounds embarrassingly like a whimper, however his self-consciousness quickly fades as Hank 3's tounge guides open Dirk's lips heatedly.
Kissing Hank was different to any kiss he'd ever had before, he felt oddly defenseless, like he had no choice but to surrender to the man's control. However, where this feeling might have worried him with someone like Harper, with Hank 3 it felt almost comftable, like he could just sit back and relax, letting someone else do all the work.
It was weird because the Hanks didn't really give dominant vibes at all, there were too many himbo vibes about them for Dirk to have ever thought about them further than how they'd probably be really sweet during aftercare (not thag he thought about that often or anything). But he supposed at least one of them had to take control, sex between them wouldn't exactly work otherwise.
Dirk's attempts to work out the intricacies of the Hanks sex life were quickly pushed to the back of his mind as Hank 3's hand moved from his jaw to the back of his head, forcing him impossibly closer. Dirk groaned against his lips as the kiss grew more frantic, this had not been Dirk's plan for this evening at all, but now he was doing it, all he could think about was why hadn't he done this sooner.
When he finally pulled back, face flushed and gasping for breath, Hank 3 is gazing at him longingly, with dilated pupils and a small smirk crossing his lips. Dirk breaks eye contact almost immediately, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the man scrutinising him. His eyes dart around the rest of the room, which does little to help his flustered state, as he quickly realises the rest of the Hanks are watching him aswell.
Dirk's blush deepens and he looks down at hus hands which prompts Hank 4 to speak up, "You're cute, bro," he says, causing the others to make various noises of agreement.
The praise goes straight to his dick, Dirk can't remember the last time someone had actually said something nice about him that wasn't immediately followed by an insult. Harper's habit of degradation must have really fucked up what turned him on if the smallest compliment was enough to get him going.
Dirk buries his face in his hands, "What the hell..." he murmurs under his breath, because he has no idea how he ended up in this situation or why he was enjoying it so much.
"You're in here all the time, dude, did you think we didn't notice you?" Hank 1 points out as Hank 3 moves away from Dirk to sit beside him, making Dirk feel more exposed than before without the ability to use the ginger man as his shield.
"I guess I didn't think there was anything worth noticing," Dirk says with a shrug, "I'm m used to being compared to others who are 'better' than me, if you get what I mean," He trails off bitterly, as his mind gets consumed by thoughts of Harper and Chappy.
"Man that is so not on! The only person you should compare yourself to is you, so you can grow as a person bro!" Hank 5 exclaims
"Woah, wise words, man," Hank 2 says with awe filled eye's, like Hank 5 had just said the most inspiring thing ever.
"Thanks, man," Hank 5 grinned, pressing a small kiss to the crown of Hank 2's head.
"I don't particularly want to compare myself to myself either," Dirk mutters, thinking about the way Clarence acts compared to how he acts with Harper, and not feeling that fond of either version of him.
"Want us to show you how much you're worth noticing?" Hank 3 proposes, furthing Dirk's theory that Hank 3 was unable to open his mouth without something flirty coming out.
Dirk should probably say no, but he wasn't about to change his mind now, not when there was a low thrum of heat pooling in his gut making him feel slightly dizzy, "Yes," he says breathlessly, "If you're sure you want to".
if Dirk was speaking to anyone who wasn't the Hanks he'd feel self-conscious at how quickly he answered, but it wasn't like anyone in this room was about to judge him for being eager, they were basically a bunch of over sized puppies, eagerness wasn't new to them at all.
"Of course we want to! It would be an adventure," Hank 1 exclaims excitedly.
"And we love adventures!" The rest of the Hanks chimed in in unison.
Dirk didn't know if he should be freaked out, amused, or mildly impressed by the Hanks strange ability to speak exactly in sync with eachother. The whole 'one shared braincell' thing was becoming more and more true per second, but honestly it was rather endearing, imagine being so close to someone that you can almost always predict exactly what their thinking.
"Prove it," Dirk challenged, feeling suddenly bold, yet his smirk faltered slightly at the almost dangerous gleam in Hank 3's eyes.
"Gladly," Hank 3 said, moving back towards him, Dirk assumed that the man was leaning in for another kiss, but instead he slipped Dirk's jacket off of his shoulders, tossing it to the side, "You're wearing far too many clothes," he murmured, discarding the shirt that was slung haphazardly over Dirk's shoulder.
Dirk didn't even noticed that the other Hanks had moved, untill he felt large hands grip his waist from behind. Dirk's eyes fluttered shut as whichever Hank was knelt behind him make quick work of untying the jacket secured around his middle, before sliding his t-shirt off, leaving his chest completely bare.
He vaguely registered it was Hank 4 kneeling behind him as the man's hands found their way back to Dirk'swaist and his head rested in the crook of Dirk's neck, causing blonde hair to flop across his shoulder tickling him slightly. He didn't have much time to focus on that paticular sensation however, as Hank 3's voice spoke up again.
"Dude," he whispered huskily, trailing his fingers down Dirk's abdomin, causing his muscles to tense slightly, reacting to the gentle touch. It took a second for Dirk to register what had Hank 3 so fascinated before he realised he was tracing the outline of Dirk's tattoo.
It was similar to the once across his arm, and nothing the Hanks hadn't seen before (giving the fact his chest was always a little more exposed when he was with them due to the whole Clarence persona) but it had Hank 3 transfixed none the less. Dirk thought little of it at first, instead deciding to close his eyes once more and trelish in the waves of pleasure Hank's touch was sending across his skin.
Then the hands tracing pattens across his body were replaced with lips and Dirk couldn't help the way his eye's shot open in suprise. He was leaning fully into Hank 4 now, arching his back slightly as to allow Hank 3 to continue trailing kisses down his chest easier.
He mouthed wetly across Dirk's skin and when Hank's tounge began tracing the outline of his tattoo Dirk whimpered loudly, prompting him to hide his face in Hank 4's chest out of embarrassment. Dirk was almost painful hard at this point, hips rocking subconsciously upwards, desperately seeking some non-existent friction.
Maybe Harper was right about him being a slut, here Dirk was, body practically begging to be fucked after only a couple of kisses. It was pathetic. Except, judging by the looks on the Hanks' faces, they didn't think it was pathetic at all, they were looking at him like he was the most attractive thing on earth. Dirk moaned quietly again as he tried to hide his face further.
He felt gentle hands on his face, and blushed when he realised it was Hank 2 guiding his face away from Hank 4's chest. He felt oddly exposed in that moment, which was stupid because he was exposed and had been for a while, so it made no sense for that fact to be hitting him now.
"Don't hide, man," Hank 2 said gently, hands still subtly coaxing Dirk out of shying away from him, "Let us see you".
Dirk's skin burned at that, the feel of three men touching him, combined with the heavy gaze of the other two was already overwhelming, but Hank 2's soft words on top of that were too much, and they made him squirm helplessly from under him.
"We want to see you," Hank 2 reiterated, drawing Dirk into a kiss and whispering hotly against his lips, "So look at me".
Dirk melted into the kiss, yet he kept his eye's open under Hanks command. It was strangely intimate, he'd never kissed anyone with his eye's open before, but seeing how Hank 2's pupils were dilated with need made a shiver run down Dirk's spine.
"There we go," Hank 2 sighs happily, resting there foreheads together, "Don't try and hide, dude, you're too pretty for that".
Dirk opens his mouth in an attempt to form a reply but his words were replaced with an unabashed moan as Hank 3, who had previously begun to trail kisses back up his chest, closed his mouth over one of Dirk's nipples, causing Dirk to bite down so hard on his lip that he was afraid he'd draw blood. He was sensitive, and this added stimulation had him next to trembling with need for release.
His neglected cock was straining against the confines of his pants, and Dirk was beginning to feel frustrated, he couldn't take much more of their teasing and he wasn't about to come in his pants like it was his first time all over again.
"Please-" Dirk whined, writhing slightly as Hank 3's teeth grazed over his nipple, as heat corsed though his veins.
In an instant five pairs of eye's were lazer focused on him (even more so than before, which was saying something) and Dirk felt the strangest urge to preen under all the attention.
"What do you need, dude?" Hank 1 asked attentively, like Dirk's needs were his top priority. Which, it suddenly came to to Dirk's attention, that they were, that the Hanks were completely focused on him, and his pleasure.
Hell, they were all still fully clothed, and here Dirk was, half dressed and squirming with pleasure, very much the centre of attention in this situation. "Just tell us what you want, Dirk, and we'll give it too you," Hank 5 added softly, and the way his voice was full of care, despite the fact the man hardly knew Dirk at all, was too much for his already fuzzy mind to handle.
"I..." Dirk says, brain buffering slightly, unsure how to articulate what he wants with so many expecting eyes looking right at him, waiting for him to tell them what to do.
"Take you time, man," Hank 4 reasures him, talking lowly against the shell of his ear.
"Touch me," Dirk blurted out, causing Hank 3 to smirk up at him from where his head us hovering over his chest.
"You're going to need to be more specific than that, love," Hank 3 murmured, biting his lip slightly as he looked Dirk up and down.
Dirk's hips bucked up into him, trying to grind against Hank 3 from where the man was knelt in between his legs. Hank 3 trailed his hands down his sides, unbuttoning his shorts and tugging them down Dirk's legs in one quick movement. The man's fingers traced Dirk's thighs, observing as they flexed and tensed under his touch, before hooking his thumbs under the waist band, before looking up at Dirk inquisitively.
"Is this what you want?" Hank 3 asked, like it wasn't already exceedingly obvious by the way Dirk's hips were rocking slowly into the air.
"Yes, yes, yes-" Words tumbled out of Dirks mouth in a rush, as he leaned towards Hank 3 expectantly, "Hurry up," he prompted, breathing a sigh of relief as Hank finally pulled down his boxers, letting Dirk's erection spring free against his stomach.
Hank 4, who was still allowing Dirk to lean his weight against him, squeezed his waist, as Hank three trailed kisses along his thighs, leaving small hickeys in his wake. Precum beaded at Dirk's tip because he was so close to getting what he wanted, and he knew any second now Hank was about to give it to him.
Then Hank 3 locked eye's with Hank 5, nodded slowly, and pulled away.
Dirk was only slightly ashamed to admit his reaction could properly he classed as something close to 'desperate', as he grinned into the space where Hank 3's face had previously been with a helpless whine, "Hank, what- please".
"Hey, buddy, it's okay," Hank 5 said comfortingly as he came in to Dirk's veiw, "We were just wondering if you can hold on a little longer, yeah? I want to fuck you".
Dirk nods dumbly, glad that it was the Hanks he was losing the remainders of his dignity around and not anybody else. Hank 5 places a small kiss in his check, and if Dirk was so insanely horny in that moment, he would have found the gesture incredibly endearing.
It hadn't escaped Dirk's attention, that he was completely naked, and the Hanks were still, frustratingly, very much clothed. It was unfair, he thought, as Hank 4 guided him forwards onto his hands and knees. Dirk's mind barely registered the implications of the position, until he felt a a finger wetly trace his rim.
He didn't know where they'd got lube from, nor did he care, because he was finally about to experience some form of relief. It took a while for Hank 5 to work him open properly, given the fact he wasn't exactly used to having something up his arse (minus the rare occasion Harper had used a strap-on on him), but it wasn't long before Dirk was moaning as Hank expertly scissored him open.
After a while Hank 5 removed his fingers, leaving Dirk's hole fluttering desperately at the sudden empty feeling. "You ready?" Hank
"Yes," Dirk breathed impaintently, thighs already trembling slightly, as he spread his legs wider apart.
Dirk distantly registers one of the other Hanks (Maybe Hank 1, although he couldn't be sure) softly mutter 'fuck' under his breath, which was met with a subtle hum of agreement from one of the other men in the room.
Hank 5 lines his hips up with Dirk's, before slowly thrusting inside. Dirk moaned lowly, arms already shaking mildly with the effort needed to hold his position. He decided to lower himself onto his forearms, which in hindsight was a bad idea as it only hitched his ass higher in the air, causing the angle to change and Hank 5 to hit his prostate dead on.
Dirk whimpered, clenching around Hank's length, as his eye's rolled back, small breathy moans leaving his mouth in a repeated pattern of 'Ah, ah, ah', that left him panting and breathless. He couldn't recall a time sex had felt this good, Dirk didn't even care that the only stimulation he was getting to his cock was the way it rubbed slightly against the floor as Hank 5 pounded into him.
However the pleasure flooding his being was not only due to Hank 5's relentless thrusts, but also because there were four pairs of hungry eye's watching him get fucked into the floor. He was being taking apart on display for them all to see, like he was the star of some fucking porn shown or something. And the worst part? He'd never been more turned on in his life.
Dirk was many things, but he hadn't known an exibitionist was one of them. Yet, before today, he didn't know he prefered praise over degradation either, so he supposed this whole thing was somewhat of a learning experience. Dirk slowly opened his eye's from where they'd dropped shut and took in the sight before him.
He could only see Hank 2 from where he was situated, cheek pressed agasit the floor, eye's half open, but the man was gripping his cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly to the sight of Hank 5 and Dirk fucking. They made eye contact and Dirk whined, dick twitching as his eye's fluttered shut once more.
He could only begin to imagine how he looked right now: drool trailing out of the corner of his mouth, hair messed up, face flushed, eye's scrunched shut, moaning loudly like he didn't care if the whole house heard him. Hank 5's thrusts were growing more frantic by the second, and want he'd lost in accuracy, he'd gained in speed, as he moved faster and faster unrelentingly.
Stupid athletes, with their stupid ungoly stamina Dirk cursed internally, and that was probably the last coherent thought that crossed his mind as Hank 5 began whispering praise and encouragement into his ear, making everything feel fuzzy, as he was coaxed closer and closer to the edge.
"Hank," Dirk moaned, and whether he was addressing Hank 5 directly, or the room at large, even he himself was unsure.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Hank 5 panted, because apparently he'd chosen this moment to switch solely to petnames, which was making his stomach flip, an oddly contrasting feeling to the heat coiling in his gut.
"M'close," Dirk managed to grit out between whimpers. All it took after those words, was a few gentle kisses to the neck before Dirk was coming. His body shook from the force of his climax tightening around Hank as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, breathing laboured and pulse racing through his ears.
Hank 5 finished quickly after, but Dirk was too out of it to even register the man slipping out of him carefully, leaving Dirk to curl into the floor. He felt like he was floating, his body ached slightly but he couldn't seem to find the part of his brain thag should care about trival things like that.
Dirk sighed softly as he felt hands guide him onto his back, he didn't open his eyes to see who it was, he felt safe like this, like he didn't need to check at all. Someone was brushing his hair off of his sweating forehead, as another one of the Hanks was wiping down his thighs gently. He shivered slightly, still feeling sensitive as Hank cleaned him, but the feeling was less intense than before, settling into something almost comftable.
He didn't open his eye's again until someone started to dot kisses all over his face, Dirk laughed slightly despite himself and fluttered his eyes open. Hank 4 was leaning over him, and the man brushed their noses together upon noticing Dirk's gaze was on him, and asked, "You alright, homie?"
"Tired," Dirk confessed, the yawn that followed that statement easily confirming his words.
"There is only one solution to that problem, bro," Hank 1 chimed in seriously.
"Hm? What's that?" Dirk inquired sleepy too exhausted (and endeared) to decide not to entertain him.
"Cuddles," Hank 3 said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, not only proving that he was able of saying things that weren't sexual innuendos, but also causing Dirk to sink further into the floor at the absurdly sweet situation he was in. He supposed he was right about the aftercare thing after all.
"I don't have any clothes on," Dirk pointed out, deciding it would be rather awkward to cuddle five fully dressed men whole he himself was in the nude.
"Catch, man," Hank 2 said, tossing what seemed to be a large, red, sports jersey with a large number two printed across the back to where he was led on the floor.
"Thanks," Dirk murmured as Hank 5 helped him into the shirt. It was too big for him, and hung off his shoulder loosely, scooping down his neckline, but it made him feel less exposed, and the material was soft against his skin.
"Now can we cuddle?" Hank 3 asked eith a grin, already curling into him from behind, arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer
"...sure," Dirk said, because their was little point in protesting now (and cuddling actually sounded really nice).
"Yay!" The rest of the Hanks cheered, almost in victory, as they slotted themselves into what was quickly becoming some strange cuddle puzzle thing, that by the looks of it, the Hanks were already very used to.
Dirk felt warm, and for a person who so often craved space, laying like this didn't make him feel trapped at all, it made him feel oddly free. He took a deep breath, and didn't even try and fight the small smile crossing his face.
Dirk was going insane, but maybe he didn't care that much if it was the Hanks making him feel this way.