[it's not. in fact - it's probably a hell of a lot sadder for hawk to be here at all, hoping for the slip of a mention about him. he'd like to think he's not really as arrogant or condescending as he acts for the sake of posturing sometimes, but this whole setup tonight feels awfully point - if not outright catered - to him specifically. maybe they're both feeling the bite of loneliness, handling it the best way they can without breaking any rules or letting themselves give in to that magnetic pull of physicality and fall into a bed, against a wall, the floor...fuck, he'd take tim anywhere he could get him if it meant more of those fiery kisses, the splay of his palm and the warmth of his tight body pressed against hawk. for now though it just means miles apart, filling in all the blanks and relying on muscle memory from that night.
god, he fucking wants to see him. that's the one thing he's been denied - watching his face as he falls apart, curled with pleasure. to see the flush that he's positive starts at the tips of his ears and carries all the way down into that full body blush he's mastered the art of inflicting on him and devours every time.
of course - there's an easy way to do it. but that means losing his plausible deniability, and frankly - there's a bit of a thrill to this cat and mouse bit that he's certain his student must feel too. if this is to be their current channel of flirtation and stolen moments, of keeping the fantasy alive until this is all over and they can throw themselves into the real thing - they might as well make the most of it. and honestly, he should do this while he's got both hands, opening up a google window and typing in his best stab of a guess at how to spell this shit, doing halfway decent with a grin around his cigarette.]
Oh, I know you can take it. I can see it on you - even in the way you're sitting so fucking pretty for me.
[his gaze drops to those hands he knows from experience now have a callouses beyond where he grips his pen and scribbles away at his notes, still nimble in the way they traipse and press against skin. to the thighs that look firm and thick from the way they're bent underneath him right now, straining against those shorts he wishes he could rip right off the body below that belongs in museum for how finely carved it is.]
Yeah, I'll bet you do. You've been distracted lately - like you've got something on your mind. I want your full attention on me, and I promise you'll be rising right to the top of the class in no time.
[his fingers hesitate for a moment, and then he decides to simply fuck it all, punching in the keys and pressing enter before he can think twice.]
You follow my instructions, you'll be the brightest. Brighter than even Cassiopeia up there in the sky.
[what would be the chances of someone bringing that up? hawk had never even heard of it before tim typed it out in their chat, telling him the story. but maybe there's some other horny guy out there deeply into astronomy and birth charts and whatever the hell else the kids these days seem to get tangled up in. he's just got to hope tim takes a leap of faith here.]
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god, he fucking wants to see him. that's the one thing he's been denied - watching his face as he falls apart, curled with pleasure. to see the flush that he's positive starts at the tips of his ears and carries all the way down into that full body blush he's mastered the art of inflicting on him and devours every time.
of course - there's an easy way to do it. but that means losing his plausible deniability, and frankly - there's a bit of a thrill to this cat and mouse bit that he's certain his student must feel too. if this is to be their current channel of flirtation and stolen moments, of keeping the fantasy alive until this is all over and they can throw themselves into the real thing - they might as well make the most of it. and honestly, he should do this while he's got both hands, opening up a google window and typing in his best stab of a guess at how to spell this shit, doing halfway decent with a grin around his cigarette.]
Oh, I know you can take it. I can see it on you - even in the way you're sitting so fucking pretty for me.
[his gaze drops to those hands he knows from experience now have a callouses beyond where he grips his pen and scribbles away at his notes, still nimble in the way they traipse and press against skin. to the thighs that look firm and thick from the way they're bent underneath him right now, straining against those shorts he wishes he could rip right off the body below that belongs in museum for how finely carved it is.]
Yeah, I'll bet you do. You've been distracted lately - like you've got something on your mind. I want your full attention on me, and I promise you'll be rising right to the top of the class in no time.
[his fingers hesitate for a moment, and then he decides to simply fuck it all, punching in the keys and pressing enter before he can think twice.]
You follow my instructions, you'll be the brightest. Brighter than even Cassiopeia up there in the sky.
[what would be the chances of someone bringing that up? hawk had never even heard of it before tim typed it out in their chat, telling him the story. but maybe there's some other horny guy out there deeply into astronomy and birth charts and whatever the hell else the kids these days seem to get tangled up in. he's just got to hope tim takes a leap of faith here.]