[there's no reason to linger on the way tim sounds so disappointed by the revelation, the knowledge that this has to come to its inevitable conclusion. that they'll be forced to go back to the boundary that's been broken all the same - separated by desks and dissertations even if the time spent together has a new thrum of heat and an added layer or familiarity they can never share on georgetown campus. hawk has to let himself push forward, to just get to the car before his resolve breaks and he considers the fantasy of what they can't have just yet.
it takes a moment to steel himself in the car too, to pretend he doesn't see the way tim is almost pouting with disappointment and reaching to secure himself when they have precious little space to begin with. it's why he all but launches himself over the middle console, encouraging tim to twist and lean forward for something that much more ardent. hawk can't remember the last time he kissed someone, let alone made out with them at his own leisure. it doesn't usually come up unless it's a precursor to getting them face down and fucked out.
but tim makes him want to take his time, to explore the velvety insides of his mouth and let their tongues twist and slide against each other with a need that borders on desperation. one arm drops to snake around tim's shoulders best as he can from this angle, the other hand slipping to let his fingers press hard around tim's jaw and keep directing him into kiss after heated kiss. anything to feel the vibrations of his groans, to let those keening noises find their way into his own mouth and possess them forever.
now his restraint teeters on the dangerous reality of keeping his hands above the waist, even if his own inseam is uncomfortably tight and he'd like to see if tim's mirrors it. he recognizes those tempting little tidbits smattered between kisses - and he wants to know if the rest of them would materialize from stimulation torn straight from the transcripts of their late night chats that feel like a fucking age ago.
hawk nips hungrily at his lips in quick succession, pulling away and breathing hard against his mouth.]
Christ, Skippy - could keep at this all night. You've got no idea how long I've been wanting to do that.
[they can't, but he doesn't feel the need to vocalize it when he could just dive back in and kiss him again.]
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it takes a moment to steel himself in the car too, to pretend he doesn't see the way tim is almost pouting with disappointment and reaching to secure himself when they have precious little space to begin with. it's why he all but launches himself over the middle console, encouraging tim to twist and lean forward for something that much more ardent. hawk can't remember the last time he kissed someone, let alone made out with them at his own leisure. it doesn't usually come up unless it's a precursor to getting them face down and fucked out.
but tim makes him want to take his time, to explore the velvety insides of his mouth and let their tongues twist and slide against each other with a need that borders on desperation. one arm drops to snake around tim's shoulders best as he can from this angle, the other hand slipping to let his fingers press hard around tim's jaw and keep directing him into kiss after heated kiss. anything to feel the vibrations of his groans, to let those keening noises find their way into his own mouth and possess them forever.
now his restraint teeters on the dangerous reality of keeping his hands above the waist, even if his own inseam is uncomfortably tight and he'd like to see if tim's mirrors it. he recognizes those tempting little tidbits smattered between kisses - and he wants to know if the rest of them would materialize from stimulation torn straight from the transcripts of their late night chats that feel like a fucking age ago.
hawk nips hungrily at his lips in quick succession, pulling away and breathing hard against his mouth.]
Christ, Skippy - could keep at this all night. You've got no idea how long I've been wanting to do that.
[they can't, but he doesn't feel the need to vocalize it when he could just dive back in and kiss him again.]