[ okay, so — maybe he should have asked what was in the drink. but embry doesn't care, because suddenly the veil thins between them and he feels like he has an actual chance here, like hawk is looking at him for the first time, and that feels too good to give up. he laps up the attention like a starving stray, his toothpaste commercial smile widening at hawk's firm reassurance. ]
Your favorite? You mean it? [ it's a balm to all of his other rejections that have worn him down and left doubt festering beneath his skin. he mimes locking his lips and throwing away the key, then laughs as he throws a glance backwards at their tangled feet, hawk's loafers and his ridiculous louboutins together like a badly scripted man and wife. ] You could take me wherever you go later, so you'll have the chance to look after my feet. You could take me with you for the rest of your life.
[ his voice softens at the end, and that's — fuck, that's way too much, his eyes lowering and his heartbeat skipping as he tries to rein his emotions back to a manageable trot. his hands slip down hawk's chest, adjusting his tie, and then he reaches for his drink and downs the rest. ]
Don't think I forgot about our dance. Come on.
[ he smiles again, slipping out of his lap and pulling hawk to his feet. the world tilts a little in that pleasant way it does when his brain is firing in haphazard directions, when the lights are glitzy and bright, when he's hyper-aware of every touch and sensation beneath his fingertips and against his skin. smith's big house is a box of light and this room is the center, right where hawk is, his hands warm where their fingers curl together, embry steadying him with practiced ease as he walks him backwards into the sea of happily dancing bodies.
he doesn't give hawk a chance to protest, because embry wants this too badly, their connection sizzling like a fiery gift thrown into his lap. no one pays them any attention, or maybe it's that embry doesn't give a shit about anyone else in the room but hawk, throwing his arms over his shoulders, his high cheekbones flushed with warmth and his stained mouth curving with laughter. their bodies press together, embry's hips swaying to the tacky halloween music swirling through the air. ]
I'm glad you came. [ it's even louder here, and this time his mouth brushes hawk's cheek on the way to his ear, leaving a lipstick stain. he thumbs at it softly, stroking the crescent of his cheek. ] There's no one else I want to dance with.
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Your favorite? You mean it? [ it's a balm to all of his other rejections that have worn him down and left doubt festering beneath his skin. he mimes locking his lips and throwing away the key, then laughs as he throws a glance backwards at their tangled feet, hawk's loafers and his ridiculous louboutins together like a badly scripted man and wife. ] You could take me wherever you go later, so you'll have the chance to look after my feet. You could take me with you for the rest of your life.
[ his voice softens at the end, and that's — fuck, that's way too much, his eyes lowering and his heartbeat skipping as he tries to rein his emotions back to a manageable trot. his hands slip down hawk's chest, adjusting his tie, and then he reaches for his drink and downs the rest. ]
Don't think I forgot about our dance. Come on.
[ he smiles again, slipping out of his lap and pulling hawk to his feet. the world tilts a little in that pleasant way it does when his brain is firing in haphazard directions, when the lights are glitzy and bright, when he's hyper-aware of every touch and sensation beneath his fingertips and against his skin. smith's big house is a box of light and this room is the center, right where hawk is, his hands warm where their fingers curl together, embry steadying him with practiced ease as he walks him backwards into the sea of happily dancing bodies.
he doesn't give hawk a chance to protest, because embry wants this too badly, their connection sizzling like a fiery gift thrown into his lap. no one pays them any attention, or maybe it's that embry doesn't give a shit about anyone else in the room but hawk, throwing his arms over his shoulders, his high cheekbones flushed with warmth and his stained mouth curving with laughter. their bodies press together, embry's hips swaying to the tacky halloween music swirling through the air. ]
I'm glad you came. [ it's even louder here, and this time his mouth brushes hawk's cheek on the way to his ear, leaving a lipstick stain. he thumbs at it softly, stroking the crescent of his cheek. ] There's no one else I want to dance with.