Right, on account of my interruption. Consider it inspiration in case it picks up where you left off.
[and before that line of thought can go anywhere else, hawk picks up the pace ever so slightly, forcing tim to do the same if he wants to stay next to him. besides, he's too busy bristling at the idea that a nurse old enough to be tim's mother might have caught his eye. or that he's incapable of being nice, though he supposes at least when they're separated by desks and surrounded by other students, he's a hardass to push him further and further into more sound conclusions. but then he thinks about how sharp tim is, how he manages to somehow turn the tables with the way he's making hawk consider all the ways he could be nice, realizing maybe he's walked right into something like a trap. ah. clever boy.]
Yes it's Anna. I make it a point to learn the names of my colleagues, especially when they're the ones with the inside track on which doctor's notes are authentic and which are a left-handed scribble and a prayer.
[there will probably be a lot of those on a day like today, regardless of who's serious about taking this class. but even here tim still shines brighter than the rest, prompting him to angle his chin so he can drinking in the sight of him just so happy. light, carefree. fuck - it really does a boy good, and hawk finds himself swallowing thickly at the way tim easily turns the banter on him in a voice that absolutely belongs behind his voice changer in another context. sometimes it is still hard to rectify the two - the angelic face behind his thick-rimmed glasses, his easy grin and moppish hair...and everything he knows lie underneath, the way he can remember him on his knees in an instant with every nerve ending alight in pleasure doled out from a distance. hawk edges in closer, enough that he can lean in just shy of improper and murmur low:]
Don't worry, she's not exactly my type.
[it doesn't stop there, even if their footsteps have carried them just up a grassy pathway and within a few feet of the door. everyone is either already inside or they really are skipping out on today, but hawk still stops at both the implication and the accusation. it should be more serious - something he shuts down, creates those professional boundaries and stretches out the distance that should already be there once again. instead he does neither, finally endeavoring to take off his shades with one hand, tucking them inside the pocket of his polo and staring across the way at a triumphant looking tim.]
You're right.
[there's nothing outright in his words. but this low, simmering undercurrent and the lack of shade where they're standing - there he goes, feeling the heat building into something electric between them.]
I give it to you hard because I know you can take it, every time. You'll find a way to come out on top - to put that mouth to good use. Doesn't matter which position you take, or how much I try to bend you out of it.
[there's no smile this time - just a the strong incline of a jaw, a challenging look with the shimmer of bright blue staring him down.]
no subject
[and before that line of thought can go anywhere else, hawk picks up the pace ever so slightly, forcing tim to do the same if he wants to stay next to him. besides, he's too busy bristling at the idea that a nurse old enough to be tim's mother might have caught his eye. or that he's incapable of being nice, though he supposes at least when they're separated by desks and surrounded by other students, he's a hardass to push him further and further into more sound conclusions. but then he thinks about how sharp tim is, how he manages to somehow turn the tables with the way he's making hawk consider all the ways he could be nice, realizing maybe he's walked right into something like a trap. ah. clever boy.]
Yes it's Anna. I make it a point to learn the names of my colleagues, especially when they're the ones with the inside track on which doctor's notes are authentic and which are a left-handed scribble and a prayer.
[there will probably be a lot of those on a day like today, regardless of who's serious about taking this class. but even here tim still shines brighter than the rest, prompting him to angle his chin so he can drinking in the sight of him just so happy. light, carefree. fuck - it really does a boy good, and hawk finds himself swallowing thickly at the way tim easily turns the banter on him in a voice that absolutely belongs behind his voice changer in another context. sometimes it is still hard to rectify the two - the angelic face behind his thick-rimmed glasses, his easy grin and moppish hair...and everything he knows lie underneath, the way he can remember him on his knees in an instant with every nerve ending alight in pleasure doled out from a distance. hawk edges in closer, enough that he can lean in just shy of improper and murmur low:]
Don't worry, she's not exactly my type.
[it doesn't stop there, even if their footsteps have carried them just up a grassy pathway and within a few feet of the door. everyone is either already inside or they really are skipping out on today, but hawk still stops at both the implication and the accusation. it should be more serious - something he shuts down, creates those professional boundaries and stretches out the distance that should already be there once again. instead he does neither, finally endeavoring to take off his shades with one hand, tucking them inside the pocket of his polo and staring across the way at a triumphant looking tim.]
You're right.
[there's nothing outright in his words. but this low, simmering undercurrent and the lack of shade where they're standing - there he goes, feeling the heat building into something electric between them.]
I give it to you hard because I know you can take it, every time. You'll find a way to come out on top - to put that mouth to good use. Doesn't matter which position you take, or how much I try to bend you out of it.
[there's no smile this time - just a the strong incline of a jaw, a challenging look with the shimmer of bright blue staring him down.]
Who wouldn't want to play more with that?