[ it would be so easy to stay like this, leaning across the center arm rest, letting the older man pull him in and in and in, over and over again. the hand against his jaw directs him back for kiss after kiss, the silence of the car punctuated instead by the wet slide of their tongues, the huffs of little breaths between, and the low groans shared between them.

if this where anywhere else he might consider more - might consider dragging hawk's hand lower, encouraging him to touch and feel and grab and move him to the backseat and make this night something different altogether. but as they pull away, hawk nipping at his lips, tim finds himself breathless, nosing against the man and pressing little fluttering kisses against his lips ]

You've got no idea how long I've wanted you to do that.

[ he smiles, a little dopey and sweet for all the fire that is burning between them right now. his own jeans are impossibly tight, and what would it be like to grab the man's hand and drag it down where he can grab it, feel it, rut into it and get some more base relief. but no, instead he stays leaned up on the center, turned so that one knee is tucked under him. he's sure in the dim light it would be obvious to see how his jeans are straining now.

he tilts his head a little, letting his tongue swipe at the swell of hawk's bottom lip, a kittenish lick before turning his head and licking the pad of hawk's thumb once again, like they had in the restaurant. it's brief, the way his free hand grabs at hawk's wrist and tugs it free from his face. he lets his mouth trail to his palm, the tip of his tongue tracing the lifeline there once before he presses a kiss to it, then to his wrist.

then, and only then, does he lean back just slightly. the hand over hawk's heart loosens, presses flat to the broad chest there, petting slowly and smoothing out his shirt. ]

I want more. I... I want you. [ he only meets hawk's eyes when he finishes the statement, and he noses into his hand he's holding, dragging his palm to his cheek and holding it there. ]

But only when you... when you won't regret it. I don't want to break all of your rules. I... tonight has been wonderful. The best night of my life, because it was with you. I'm your boy, through and through, and even a boy's gotta protect his mister sometimes. Even if I don't want to.

[ the hand on his chest slides up, wandering to hawk's throat, his neck, letting his fingers lightly rest at the soft lobe of his ear, thumb pressing a soft little circle against it, pressed between it and a forefinger. he huffs a little sigh and leans in one last time and kiss him softly, lingering, all wanting and desperate but impossibly gentle. he keeps their noses brushed close, his lips over hawk's as he speaks, a near whisper: ]

Please tell me we can do this again one day.