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𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 ([personal profile] hymen) wrote2024-06-09 05:50 pm
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[personal profile] homosexuals 2024-07-11 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[yeah, it's fucking suffocating inside. suffocating with the fear of still being watched and the unbearable pressure of knowing he's gonna hurt tim again with or without lucy smith here to extend an engagement to. if he were a better man he'd be in there trying to make it work, apologizing for his outburst at the party and dragging tim off with the intent of fucking the jealousy away. he'd be taking this as an opportunity to test out the idea of a better life - one where they aren't looking over their shoulder or judged for who they sleep with (love, tim had said and meant even if hawk never said it back - he had to know it was the same, didn't he?) and spend their time wrapped up in. on the surface this place looks like some sort of sordid heaven, a reward unearned for all the hard time he's put in at the senate hearings and in the department of justice and even his goddamn polygraph.

it should be counterintuitive, the way this makes him feel a little safer. it's not about that - it's that being in the open, on the hunt and in control of his own risk-taking feels familiar in a way that's manageable. prowling the maze like he would dupont circle after dark, finding a pretty thing to push onto his knees or follow home and press facedown for a rough fuck to burn off all the tension until he rinses and repeats, doing it all over again. only here he doesn't have the luxury of anonymity or a revolving door of takers, of imposing distance and keeping his distance from any attachment that might get him in trouble or killed.

this one still shouldn't count.

he'd never seen the guy's face, but there's something of a kindred spirit hawk feels like he can sense in him - putting himself in a base environment like that and on his knees no less. taking him down like a fucking champ and getting off on it no less, obeying hawk even if he had no fucking obligation, like there was something desperate clawing its way out and couldn't be resisted. so fine, maybe he's a hypocrite according to tim. but he's a hot-blooded american, and his interest has been piqued, and so here he stands, looking down at a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, plush lips and thick hair he'd like to run his hands through. that's a face men go to war for, not kick out of bed - quite frankly, a fucking jackpot on all accounts. it shows in the way hawk visibly brightens, smirk tugging at the corners as he steps in closer.]


As long as you're alright with a little quid pro quo.

[no need for pleasantries. doesn't matter who they are, and hawk isn't getting on his knees in a true exchange - but he will finish the job he started.]

Promised you the ride of your goddamn life, and I'm here to deliver.