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Tim can't get enough of Hawk like this. Soft and sweet, snuggling into Tim's arms, almost purring as Tim cards his fingers through his hair. It's too much. Tim's heart feels too full, like he could burst. Tim relishes this time, just the two of them, sheltered from the hateful world around them. His Hawk, safe in Tim's arms, drifting slowly to sleep while Tim plays with his hair.
Tonight, Hawk isn't sleeping. He lays in the safe circle of Tim's arms, staring blankly at the wall. It doesn't feel as if he is counting the minutes until Tim leaves, rather more that he's lost somewhere deep in his thoughts.
Tim kisses the soft waves of his hair, humming quietly. "Hawk?"
"I keep thinking about our trip," Hawk murmurs, giving this to Tim without being asked. "Our dinner that never was."
"I know I embarrassed you-"
"No, Skippy," Hawk silences him with a kiss. "You didn't embarrass me. You couldn't."
"Hawk," Tim protests, because they both know that's not true.
"You didn't," Hawk insists, soft blue eyes clear and intent.
He means it. Or, he really wants Tim to believe he means it.
"What about our not-dinner?" Tim prompts, not wanting to press further lest Hawk send him from his bed early.
"Your voice."
"My voice?" Tim frowns. He finds it hard to understand Hawk on a good day, but this- he's lost. "Hawk-"
"You sang to me, Skippy," Hawk reminds him, fond and a little teasing. "You won't admit you love me, and so how am I ever to know?"
Hawk's voice is beautiful, and Tim could listen to it forever. But...
Tim blushes, abruptly returned to that moment, singing to Hawk in the candlelight. "I didn't think you liked it."
Hawk gives him the exasperated smile he's been giving him since the bench. "Of course I liked it, Skippy. It's yours."
Tim lightly taps the tip of Hawk's nose, laughing as Hawk chases after him with his teeth. "Is this your way of asking me to sing to you?"
Hawk drops a kiss to his sternum, looking up with those blue, blue eyes. "Maybe."
Tim can deny Hawk nothing when he's beautiful and untouchable in his suits, but now - when he's soft and touchable and all Tim's? Hawk could ask anything of him and Tim would go to the ends of the Earth to fulfill his desire.
"I don't know many songs-"
"Skippy."
No, Hawk is right. False modesty is a sin. Tim knows songs, but the only song he can think of would send Hawk running. Even if it is surprisingly apropos.
But, perhaps, since Hawk is asking...
Tim traces his fingers down Hawk's spine. "You'll go to sleep?"
Hawk's mouth sets in the line of stubbornness Tim both loves and dreads. "Only if you send me there."
"Close your eyes, then," Tim instructs gently. "And come back here."
Hawk grumbles softly, like Tim's inconveniencing him, but he snuggles back into Tim's chest. A soft sound of contentment leaves his lips, the sigh brushing over Tim's skin.
Tim could watch him like this forever; this one time where he is truly Tim's.
"Am I going to have to wait forever, my Skippy?" Hawk teases, eyes still closed.
Tim wriggles his fingers under Hawk's ribs, delighting in the laughter that bubbles out.
"Skippy!" Hawk laughs, squirming away from his fingers. Yet, he never moves off Tim's chest, staying there as if he can't bear to be away.
"Patience is a virtue," Tim reminds him, borrowing a haughty tone.
Hawk simply pouts, so adorable Tim has to kiss him.
"More," Hawk whispers against his lips.
And Tim is helpless. He cradles his jaw, keeping Hawk in place as he gently kisses him anew. The right pressure of his tongue has Hawk's lips opening, granting Tim access to the sweet, scotch-tasting softness of his mouth.
Tim could stay there forever, pulling gently at his lips, drinking endlessly from his mouth, revelling in the delicate shivers every time their tongues touched.
But, Hawkins Fuller is not a man to be passive for long, no matter how many soft moans Tim swallowed from his mouth.
Hawk pulls back, as much as he can with Tim's hand in his hair. His eyes are dazed, lips gently parted, cheeks a little flushed. He's beautiful. Utterly beautiful.
"I thought you were going to sing to me," Hawk says, though it's more that he moans it to the pressure of Tim's hand carding through his hair and down the length of his back.
Tim presses a kiss to Hawk's temple, humming against his skin. "Your eyes aren't closed."
Hawk lifts his head, rolling his eyes very pointedly at Tim before they close and he settles back with his head over Tim's heart.
"You promise you won't laugh?"
Hawk huffed a sigh through his nose, the exhalation tickling Tim's skin more than reprimanding him.
Tim tightened his hold on Hawk, Hawk offering a soft sound of contentment anew. "This doesn't leave this bed."
Hawk sleepily smiled, pressing the words to Tim's chest. "I'll take it to my grave."
Tim stroked his fingers over Hawk's skin, their breathing the only sound in the room for long moments.
"Cuddle up a little closer, lovey mine."
Hawk chuckles softly against him, pointedly nestling further into him.
The surge of love he has for this wonderful man gives Tim the confidence to continue.
"Cuddle up and be my little clinging vine."
Hawk's fingers curl around Tim's bicep, holding him to him.
"Like to feel your cheeks so rosy. Like to make you comfy cozy."
Tim presses his lips to Hawk's head, feeling his heart beat against him. In time with his own.
"Because I love from head to toesy, lovey mine."
Hawk seems to grow heavier in his arms, losing the tension he carries with him every day. Tim kisses his head again, breathes in the scent of his shampoo and aftershave.
"Cuddle up a little closer, lovey mine," Tim sings softly into his hair, holding Hawk as tight as he dares. "Cuddle up and be my little clinging vine."
Grow around me, make me so integral to your life I can never leave.
"Like to feel your cheeks so rosy."
Tim strokes on finger over the deceptive softness of Hawk's cheek. Hawk shudders a soft breath atop him.
"Like to make you comfy cozy."
Hawk nuzzles into his skin, the way he always does just before sleep claims him. As always, Tim is overcome with the emotions he feels for his lover.
"Cause I love from head to toesy, lovey mine."
Tim's lips find their home in Hawk's hair, his senses fill with nothing but Hawk.
"Lovey mine."
The final words are whispered into Hawk's hair, as close as Tim can come to claiming Hawk for his own.