[ it's not exactly common that he has nightmares. sure, after the war — they all did. but he had ash, in the sort of way he's always had, and the best therapists at his disposal if he ever went more than twice, and gin. he's always been the sort of man to laugh to keep the darkness at bay, because being serious about his problems would honestly fucking kill him, so he'd told himself that misery is nothing that can't be fucked away. and for all these years, it's worked.
but, ironically, he can't fuck this away. there are several hazy moments that he thinks it's ash in his bed, holding firm to his shoulder, and embry shakes his head, almost breaking into laughter at the thought that after all these years, he's never, ever chosen a safe word. ]
No. I'm not doing this with you. I'm not fucking playing this game with you.
[ but his voice hasn't been right from the start. all of a sudden hawk's familiar scent comes to him, warm leather and smoke, and his eyes snap open at the brush of his fingers against the sweat at his temples. his gaze tilts and sharpens with realization, hawk's shadowed silhouette coming into focus, his perfectly coiffed hair undone in dark waves, the lines of his muscled torso etched like a painting in the darkness. embry, on the other hand, feels like he's woken up on the floor of a bar, and his mouth tastes like he's been licking it.
he runs a hand quickly over his face, his breath heavy in the quiet, the sound of the jet's engine grounding him. in truth, it's hawk's presence that does that — hawk's presence that he's missed since he lost it. since he'd driven ash like a wedge between them for no reason at all, since ash isn't the one he lies awake thinking about at night. he misses ash like an old, painful thorn in his side — hard to explain when there aren't words for how badly embry needed what ash gave him. but it's been fifteen years since he first looked into ash's eyes, and embry isn't the same hot-headed soldier chasing death that he was at twenty-one when they met. the destructive little prince still lives inside of him, but it'd taken all of one look at hawk to realize this was a man who would relish putting him in his place.
and for the first time in years, embry wanted to know more. he'd been well on his way — he'd danced with hawk, kissed and fucked him, listened to him grieve, waited on his goddamn doorstep willingly because hawk is an asshole who never gave him a key. and then he fucked it up. he'd watched hawk's eyes shutter, every open part of him slam shut in the face of embry's selfishness. and embry hasn't fixed it, because — why bother when he knows he's just going to ruin it all over again? ]
I'm fine.
[ his eyes have been pathetically glued to hawk this entire time, and he finally looks away, blinking hard as if he can shake away the impression of his figure. it would be so much easier if he could just lean over and kiss him, if he could fall back into old bad habits of forgetting, but he can't. everything's too fucked up between them — and everything's too fucked up inside of him, besides. ]
Go back to sleep.
[ embry eases back down, slouching against the padded wall as he pulls his pillow up behind him, knowing he won't get any more sleep tonight. he reaches for his phone, finally turning it back on, only for the screen to light up with dozens of notifications scrolling down endlessly that he's missed in the hours he's been offline. he scrubs a hand through his hair, his face lit a hazy blue as he stares at the newsflashes, emails, twitter alerts, texts messages, and goddamn smoke signals reflecting back at him. ]
I'm sorry I woke you. Can't remember what I was dreaming about. [ it's such an egregious lie that embry looks at hawk for a moment, his brow tense. ] Just don't, okay? We land in less than two hours. You can spend that time sleeping or jerking off or reading the goddamn Constitution for all I care, just don't point out the fucking obvious.
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but, ironically, he can't fuck this away. there are several hazy moments that he thinks it's ash in his bed, holding firm to his shoulder, and embry shakes his head, almost breaking into laughter at the thought that after all these years, he's never, ever chosen a safe word. ]
No. I'm not doing this with you. I'm not fucking playing this game with you.
[ but his voice hasn't been right from the start. all of a sudden hawk's familiar scent comes to him, warm leather and smoke, and his eyes snap open at the brush of his fingers against the sweat at his temples. his gaze tilts and sharpens with realization, hawk's shadowed silhouette coming into focus, his perfectly coiffed hair undone in dark waves, the lines of his muscled torso etched like a painting in the darkness. embry, on the other hand, feels like he's woken up on the floor of a bar, and his mouth tastes like he's been licking it.
he runs a hand quickly over his face, his breath heavy in the quiet, the sound of the jet's engine grounding him. in truth, it's hawk's presence that does that — hawk's presence that he's missed since he lost it. since he'd driven ash like a wedge between them for no reason at all, since ash isn't the one he lies awake thinking about at night. he misses ash like an old, painful thorn in his side — hard to explain when there aren't words for how badly embry needed what ash gave him. but it's been fifteen years since he first looked into ash's eyes, and embry isn't the same hot-headed soldier chasing death that he was at twenty-one when they met. the destructive little prince still lives inside of him, but it'd taken all of one look at hawk to realize this was a man who would relish putting him in his place.
and for the first time in years, embry wanted to know more. he'd been well on his way — he'd danced with hawk, kissed and fucked him, listened to him grieve, waited on his goddamn doorstep willingly because hawk is an asshole who never gave him a key. and then he fucked it up. he'd watched hawk's eyes shutter, every open part of him slam shut in the face of embry's selfishness. and embry hasn't fixed it, because — why bother when he knows he's just going to ruin it all over again? ]
I'm fine.
[ his eyes have been pathetically glued to hawk this entire time, and he finally looks away, blinking hard as if he can shake away the impression of his figure. it would be so much easier if he could just lean over and kiss him, if he could fall back into old bad habits of forgetting, but he can't. everything's too fucked up between them — and everything's too fucked up inside of him, besides. ]
Go back to sleep.
[ embry eases back down, slouching against the padded wall as he pulls his pillow up behind him, knowing he won't get any more sleep tonight. he reaches for his phone, finally turning it back on, only for the screen to light up with dozens of notifications scrolling down endlessly that he's missed in the hours he's been offline. he scrubs a hand through his hair, his face lit a hazy blue as he stares at the newsflashes, emails, twitter alerts, texts messages, and goddamn smoke signals reflecting back at him. ]
I'm sorry I woke you. Can't remember what I was dreaming about. [ it's such an egregious lie that embry looks at hawk for a moment, his brow tense. ] Just don't, okay? We land in less than two hours. You can spend that time sleeping or jerking off or reading the goddamn Constitution for all I care, just don't point out the fucking obvious.