[ the warmth of the wine coursing through his veins and the balmy summer air lulls tim into a sense of relaxation, an ease that rounds his shoulders and lets his head tip back against the seat as they drive. it's not too long a drive, not when he's allowed to hold hawk's hand like this, pressed against his knee. he tugs it up closer sometimes, perched higher on his thigh or up against his chest as they listen to the music and the sounds of the road outside.
but he starts to recognize the city more and more as they approach, even through his sleepy, half-lidded eyes. there's no denying that he feels as though he's floating in some vivid, loving dream. his grip on hawk's hand never falters, but only as they reach familiar sights does he tug their joined fingers below the line of the window - where they can't be seen, should anyone spot them. he knows they've talked along the way home - idle chatter about politics here and there, what's coming next, tim offering ideas for their next date - because of course, they both agree there will be one.
the campus signs light up in the dark of the evening. the sciences building is a bit of a walk from his dorm, but he won't confess that. he doesn't want to ruin the moment, even if there are closer, sneakier places they could tuck themselves away for a goodbye. the car stops, idles, and tim lets out a slow, deep breath. ]
I promise it won't be, either.
[ he undoes his seatbelt with a click and turns to speak just as hawk does, and tim blinks, mouth half open in surprise. he'd wanted the same - wanted to ask the same, and here it is, laid before him by the man himself.
he smiles in a way that crinkles his nose, tugs his mouth to one side boyishly, and he shrugs a shoulder, leaning his face into the warmth of hawk's palm. ] I was going to ask the same thing.
[ there's no hesitation this time when he leans across the arm rest, a hand reaching to press to hawk's chest, but he nudges their noses together first, a little eskimo kiss before he huffs a sheepish laugh. leaning in, he presses their lips together, firm and slow, letting the kiss linger. it's nothing of the filthy, desperate things from before - but firm, a promise of more, hope.
when he pulls away, he keeps his hand on his chest for a few seconds longer. ]
Have a great night, Hawk. [ not sir, mr. fuller, professor, none of that. his hand slides up slowly, and his thumb skirts the hint of skin at an unbuttoned collar. ] Don't stay up too late. Thank you again, for tonight.
[ it's hard to pull away - to resist - but slowly he leans back, opens the car door, scoops the strap of his bag in one hand, and slips out into the parking lot. ]
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[ the warmth of the wine coursing through his veins and the balmy summer air lulls tim into a sense of relaxation, an ease that rounds his shoulders and lets his head tip back against the seat as they drive. it's not too long a drive, not when he's allowed to hold hawk's hand like this, pressed against his knee. he tugs it up closer sometimes, perched higher on his thigh or up against his chest as they listen to the music and the sounds of the road outside.
but he starts to recognize the city more and more as they approach, even through his sleepy, half-lidded eyes. there's no denying that he feels as though he's floating in some vivid, loving dream. his grip on hawk's hand never falters, but only as they reach familiar sights does he tug their joined fingers below the line of the window - where they can't be seen, should anyone spot them. he knows they've talked along the way home - idle chatter about politics here and there, what's coming next, tim offering ideas for their next date - because of course, they both agree there will be one.
the campus signs light up in the dark of the evening. the sciences building is a bit of a walk from his dorm, but he won't confess that. he doesn't want to ruin the moment, even if there are closer, sneakier places they could tuck themselves away for a goodbye. the car stops, idles, and tim lets out a slow, deep breath. ]
I promise it won't be, either.
[ he undoes his seatbelt with a click and turns to speak just as hawk does, and tim blinks, mouth half open in surprise. he'd wanted the same - wanted to ask the same, and here it is, laid before him by the man himself.
he smiles in a way that crinkles his nose, tugs his mouth to one side boyishly, and he shrugs a shoulder, leaning his face into the warmth of hawk's palm. ] I was going to ask the same thing.
[ there's no hesitation this time when he leans across the arm rest, a hand reaching to press to hawk's chest, but he nudges their noses together first, a little eskimo kiss before he huffs a sheepish laugh. leaning in, he presses their lips together, firm and slow, letting the kiss linger. it's nothing of the filthy, desperate things from before - but firm, a promise of more, hope.
when he pulls away, he keeps his hand on his chest for a few seconds longer. ]
Have a great night, Hawk. [ not sir, mr. fuller, professor, none of that. his hand slides up slowly, and his thumb skirts the hint of skin at an unbuttoned collar. ] Don't stay up too late. Thank you again, for tonight.
[ it's hard to pull away - to resist - but slowly he leans back, opens the car door, scoops the strap of his bag in one hand, and slips out into the parking lot. ]