[ the tip and tilt of hawk's head tells him everything. the word date cannot be a standalone thing here, and yet it's spelled out plainly in the quiet between them. hawkins fuller is asking him out on a date. for dinner. the two of them. and maybe it will all be under the mask of schooling and work, but a date.
thankfully, he has all of his cam work to thank for the cool calm that returns to his face despite the little moment of surprise before. otherwise he'd look stupidly giddy which would only be embarrassing at this point. what college student is giddy about a dinner date. most would be more inclined for a movie or a club, where the dark would hide all other indiscretions.
but no. hawkins fuller is a gentleman. and god the way he says good boy turns something deep in his belly a little molten, liquid fire licking its way up the low rise of his spine. ]
I wore this for lunch with Professor Lever. Didn't unbutton anything until I came here, though.
[ there's a knowing glance over the rim of his glasses, his head bowed just enough to tuck the graded paper back in his bag. but it's true - the top three buttons o his shirt are undone, a peek of chest, and as he leans it's easy to see the thin sliver of gold chain round his neck, the barest hint of a cross peeking up above the neckline. there's a faint dusting of hair there - downy soft, surely, in little wisps and nigh invisible curls.
paper tucked into his bag, he sits back up a little straighter, watching hawk for a moment before he pushes up to his feet. ]
Where should I meet you?
[ hawk's boy knows better than to assume they'll walk to the car together across campus. he knows better than to think that any chance of someone seeing them is out of the question. he adjusts his bag on his shoulder, the move only serving to pull the unbuttoned collar open more to reveal the dip of a collar bone. ]
I don't want to be late, sir. We have so much to go over.
[ they don't. tim has nothing school related to even bring up to this man, and yet he looks over his shoulder at him with the hint of something smoldering behind his eyes. ]
A block up - just past the theater building. There's a church - it's Presbyterian. Has a parking lot in the back? I'll walk.
[ he starts toward the door and pauses briefly, back to the man, before he turns again - and there it is. the simmer from weeks before, but this time burning with a confidence he hadn't had before. ah, that sweetly earned power. his voice stays low when he speaks: ]
no subject
thankfully, he has all of his cam work to thank for the cool calm that returns to his face despite the little moment of surprise before. otherwise he'd look stupidly giddy which would only be embarrassing at this point. what college student is giddy about a dinner date. most would be more inclined for a movie or a club, where the dark would hide all other indiscretions.
but no. hawkins fuller is a gentleman. and god the way he says good boy turns something deep in his belly a little molten, liquid fire licking its way up the low rise of his spine. ]
I wore this for lunch with Professor Lever. Didn't unbutton anything until I came here, though.
[ there's a knowing glance over the rim of his glasses, his head bowed just enough to tuck the graded paper back in his bag. but it's true - the top three buttons o his shirt are undone, a peek of chest, and as he leans it's easy to see the thin sliver of gold chain round his neck, the barest hint of a cross peeking up above the neckline. there's a faint dusting of hair there - downy soft, surely, in little wisps and nigh invisible curls.
paper tucked into his bag, he sits back up a little straighter, watching hawk for a moment before he pushes up to his feet. ]
Where should I meet you?
[ hawk's boy knows better than to assume they'll walk to the car together across campus. he knows better than to think that any chance of someone seeing them is out of the question. he adjusts his bag on his shoulder, the move only serving to pull the unbuttoned collar open more to reveal the dip of a collar bone. ]
I don't want to be late, sir. We have so much to go over.
[ they don't. tim has nothing school related to even bring up to this man, and yet he looks over his shoulder at him with the hint of something smoldering behind his eyes. ]
A block up - just past the theater building. There's a church - it's Presbyterian. Has a parking lot in the back? I'll walk.
[ he starts toward the door and pauses briefly, back to the man, before he turns again - and there it is. the simmer from weeks before, but this time burning with a confidence he hadn't had before. ah, that sweetly earned power. his voice stays low when he speaks: ]
I'll say a few prayers for you along the way.