[having the tables turned looks good on his boy. because it's not just about control and pure dominance - hawk isn't looking for a doormat. there's a part of him that likes having to fight for it, feeling the push and pull and reclaiming his authority, but somehow it's searingly arousing when it's timothy david laughlin doing it - getting a rush of confidence, that slight cockiness in his expression like he was expecting hawk to fall for his switchup in those first few paragraphs. that he wasn't supposed to break the rules he'd set and allow them a loophole to ease the agonizing distance - to show his hand in a way he'd never let himself be susceptible to before. but it really only seems fair now, all things considered. tim showed him plenty - he needed to return the favor, and even better if it let the idea sink in fully that hawkins fuller is in just as deep as he is. has been from the start, even if he wouldn't let it show.
i missed you too sinks in like a rush of nicotine, watching tim relax a little more into something closer resembling that easy intimacy they've built up over these months. it's changed after this distance - but for the better.
but there's something to be said for relishing the way he's taken off guard by the invitation hawk extends too. that doe-eyed gaze lifting, lips parted in surprise and pausing his movements at returning the paper to the safety of his tattered bag. of course he wouldn't have expected it, considering the flirtatious nature the original offer had been extended under - but there's something more meaningful about this. hours of uninterrupted time, somewhere quiet and tucked away that tim likely doesn't know, where the risk of them being noticed or questioned for their roles is almost a zero percent chance. a small way of making up that imposed distance, catching up on all the time they missed in a public setting where hawk won't do something stupid and irreversible to their relationship right now.
(there's still that nagging wonder - what happens when he's not a student anymore? is it worth trying the forbidden fruit, of consummating this wordless thing that's been hanging in the air since december?)
hawk tips his head with a knowing look - the kind that says don't finish that sentence if you know what's good for you, - because it can't be a date. but a study date. definitely that, absolutely.]
A study date. Good boy.
[ah, lonigan again. even if he doesn't really feel like mixing business with pleasure this time, he'll take what he can get.]
I'm amenable. Lonigan, exit thesis, your next assignment from Mr. Lever...we can do some work before we get to play.
I'm amenable.
[it's why he offered after all, though he's starting to wonder if maybe it's too much - if he's throwing all caution to the wind by trying to eagerly push it all to happen now. to impart upon him how lonely these few weeks had been in his seat too.]
I'm sure you've got plenty to do, but we could even go now if you like. You're dressed for it.
[his eyes twinkle with the offered flash of a smile, but it disappears just as quickly when tim suggests, laughable, the idea of taking the bus.]
Except you'll have to drop the absurd notion that you'd be taking the bus anywhere. I'm a gentleman. I'll drive.
[tim had better not dare thinking about paying either - hell would have to freeze over before hawkins fuller let him set down a card or try and take his money when he knows the frequency in which he raids his snack drawer, the struggle it was for him just to be sitting across from him right now and all throughout this semester. but it's not about the fucking money. it's the principle of it - the core notion that this is a date, trussed up like it's for school or not, and this is his chance at charming tim laughlin. skippy. pretending all the other constraints aren't there just for a few hours.]
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i missed you too sinks in like a rush of nicotine, watching tim relax a little more into something closer resembling that easy intimacy they've built up over these months. it's changed after this distance - but for the better.
but there's something to be said for relishing the way he's taken off guard by the invitation hawk extends too. that doe-eyed gaze lifting, lips parted in surprise and pausing his movements at returning the paper to the safety of his tattered bag. of course he wouldn't have expected it, considering the flirtatious nature the original offer had been extended under - but there's something more meaningful about this. hours of uninterrupted time, somewhere quiet and tucked away that tim likely doesn't know, where the risk of them being noticed or questioned for their roles is almost a zero percent chance. a small way of making up that imposed distance, catching up on all the time they missed in a public setting where hawk won't do something stupid and irreversible to their relationship right now.
(there's still that nagging wonder - what happens when he's not a student anymore? is it worth trying the forbidden fruit, of consummating this wordless thing that's been hanging in the air since december?)
hawk tips his head with a knowing look - the kind that says don't finish that sentence if you know what's good for you, - because it can't be a date. but a study date. definitely that, absolutely.]
A study date. Good boy.
[ah, lonigan again. even if he doesn't really feel like mixing business with pleasure this time, he'll take what he can get.]
I'm amenable. Lonigan, exit thesis, your next assignment from Mr. Lever...we can do some work before we get to play.
I'm amenable.
[it's why he offered after all, though he's starting to wonder if maybe it's too much - if he's throwing all caution to the wind by trying to eagerly push it all to happen now. to impart upon him how lonely these few weeks had been in his seat too.]
I'm sure you've got plenty to do, but we could even go now if you like. You're dressed for it.
[his eyes twinkle with the offered flash of a smile, but it disappears just as quickly when tim suggests, laughable, the idea of taking the bus.]
Except you'll have to drop the absurd notion that you'd be taking the bus anywhere. I'm a gentleman. I'll drive.
[tim had better not dare thinking about paying either - hell would have to freeze over before hawkins fuller let him set down a card or try and take his money when he knows the frequency in which he raids his snack drawer, the struggle it was for him just to be sitting across from him right now and all throughout this semester. but it's not about the fucking money. it's the principle of it - the core notion that this is a date, trussed up like it's for school or not, and this is his chance at charming tim laughlin. skippy. pretending all the other constraints aren't there just for a few hours.]