[hawk is not the kind of man that has ever needed to edge himself in a situation like this - opting to take what he wants and when he wants it, to fuck with a punishing pace and satisfy whatever he's after with a ruthless abandon. but then...maybe that's not right either. he spends half the year a slave to his schedule, to late nights and stolen moments away from campus so he can hide away the truth about who he is from everyone he thinks would give a damn. what the hell is any of it for? isn't that holding himself back, edging his own goddamn life in some semblance of the word? so this - this he should be able to handle, even if it feels like the hardest thing he's ever had to do. because the hawkins fuller who teaches in these classes and walks the halls of georgetown with polite, but distant familiarity and the hawk who had gone searching for skippy in the first place - maybe those two haven't been reconciled yet in the way tim finally has.
but he still won't cross that line, and somehow that just ratchets the thrill of it even higher and hotter than before - watching tim still eager to carry this on in a way that anyone walking past wouldn't think twice. had it been this easy all along, to do it right under their noses? no, this is different. summer is their own private paradise in a way, and hawk will take as much advantage of that as he possibly can.
which is why he won't let the moment go just yet, even if he could easily dismiss tim and leave it at this. but where's the fun in that?]
You want to do this. You want to come out on the other side and soak up all the praise for a job well done.
But more than all that?
You want guidance through it all - the right push here, a whisper of advice there - anything to keep you going.
[there's a little smirk, of amusement, brows arching marginally as he leans back slightly in the chair once again.]
How'd I do?
[but frankly no - he hadn't meant for tim to skip office hours until then. except with the way things are going? maybe it's best if he does for a little while. the contents of this session are going to get a lot of mileage in his thoughts, and probably between his sheets - and he's not sure sitting with him for hours at a time alone outside of that is the best move for either of them right now. besides, there's a certain pleasure at the enormous amount of restraint they both have to exhibit for this to happen in the first place.]
Keep coming to class, obviously. You need something, you ask me there - before, during, after - but only there.
You don't come to office hours until you have your first passing grade from him.
[part of him wants to test how well he can really pull this off - will it be the first paper? the second? craig is a wildcard in this scenario - too eager and tim might arouse suspicion, too slow and they're both going to suffer.
but none of that matters as he watches the way tim settles against his desk, the indent of one slim hip against the edge close enough that he could easily yank him down into his lap if he wanted to - which he does. christ almighty if that description doesn't just hit him like a ton of bricks. of course he'd taken a stab at guessing what it was - a clumsy fall, maybe, but the way tim had been so deliberate after awhile in letting them be seen...no, it had to be from hours on them, taking something over and over. he hasn't turned on one of his streams since the day he walked out of the cafe, but fuck if he isn't strongly reconsidering it now. what kinds of new tricks and toys and scenarios has he come up with? it's been seven months - surely he's managed to get even more creative.
god doesn't even factor into this for him, not when the only heaven he can imagine is between tim's thighs.]
Awful lot of time to be bowed in servitude. I imagine they must be sore.
[hawk leans across his desk, arching up in the same way tim did almost moments before, only there's no question who holds the authority in this moment despite their juxtaposed positions.]
Get some arnica cream. And maybe when you're rubbing them down, thinking about all the ways you strive to please him - or the next time you get on your knees - you say a prayer or two for me.
no subject
but he still won't cross that line, and somehow that just ratchets the thrill of it even higher and hotter than before - watching tim still eager to carry this on in a way that anyone walking past wouldn't think twice. had it been this easy all along, to do it right under their noses? no, this is different. summer is their own private paradise in a way, and hawk will take as much advantage of that as he possibly can.
which is why he won't let the moment go just yet, even if he could easily dismiss tim and leave it at this. but where's the fun in that?]
You want to do this. You want to come out on the other side and soak up all the praise for a job well done.
But more than all that?
You want guidance through it all - the right push here, a whisper of advice there - anything to keep you going.
[there's a little smirk, of amusement, brows arching marginally as he leans back slightly in the chair once again.]
How'd I do?
[but frankly no - he hadn't meant for tim to skip office hours until then. except with the way things are going? maybe it's best if he does for a little while. the contents of this session are going to get a lot of mileage in his thoughts, and probably between his sheets - and he's not sure sitting with him for hours at a time alone outside of that is the best move for either of them right now. besides, there's a certain pleasure at the enormous amount of restraint they both have to exhibit for this to happen in the first place.]
Keep coming to class, obviously. You need something, you ask me there - before, during, after - but only there.
You don't come to office hours until you have your first passing grade from him.
[part of him wants to test how well he can really pull this off - will it be the first paper? the second? craig is a wildcard in this scenario - too eager and tim might arouse suspicion, too slow and they're both going to suffer.
but none of that matters as he watches the way tim settles against his desk, the indent of one slim hip against the edge close enough that he could easily yank him down into his lap if he wanted to - which he does. christ almighty if that description doesn't just hit him like a ton of bricks. of course he'd taken a stab at guessing what it was - a clumsy fall, maybe, but the way tim had been so deliberate after awhile in letting them be seen...no, it had to be from hours on them, taking something over and over. he hasn't turned on one of his streams since the day he walked out of the cafe, but fuck if he isn't strongly reconsidering it now. what kinds of new tricks and toys and scenarios has he come up with? it's been seven months - surely he's managed to get even more creative.
god doesn't even factor into this for him, not when the only heaven he can imagine is between tim's thighs.]
Awful lot of time to be bowed in servitude. I imagine they must be sore.
[hawk leans across his desk, arching up in the same way tim did almost moments before, only there's no question who holds the authority in this moment despite their juxtaposed positions.]
Get some arnica cream. And maybe when you're rubbing them down, thinking about all the ways you strive to please him - or the next time you get on your knees - you say a prayer or two for me.