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“Are they too tight?” Hawk asked, tugging on Tim’s wrists.
Tim’s wrists were, at that moment, bound to the headboard of Hawkins Fuller’s bed by some carefully knotted neckties. Tim was struck by the thought of Hawk wearing one of these ties to work on a later day, becoming distracted in his office thinking of what they had done with them on this night. His mouth twitched up at the corner.
“Hey, are you listening to me?” Hawk placed a hand under his chin and tilted Tim’s face towards Hawk’s own. “This is important, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tim rolled his wrists and wiggled his fingers to show they were fine. “I’m not made of glass, Hawk, you don’t have to treat me like I’ll break.”
“Last I checked, you aren’t in much of a position to be making demands.” Hawk huffed and placed a quick kiss to Tim’s lips before stepping back. “And who says I don’t intend to break you?”
Tim watched Hawk’s gaze trail over him slowly, that predatory grin settling on his face. Tim lay on the bed, completely naked save for the fabric around his wrists. Hawk, on the other hand, was still fully clothed, with only his topcoat removed and his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. A small shiver ran through Tim’s body as he felt so open, so exposed to Hawk looking down at him. A bird of prey circling its next meal.
“You remember your word?” Hawk questioned, “If you need to stop?”
“Milk,” Tim exhaled. “Now please touch me, Hawk, I’m dying over here.” He did his best to wiggle enticingly on the bed from his restrained position.
Hawk just smiled serenely, and Tim knew what that smile meant.
They would be here for a while yet.
“I think you can practice some of that godly patience of yours,” Hawk said, and pulled up a chair near the side of the bed. He sat down and reached into his pockets, retrieving a cigarette and his lighter. Hawk made a show of lighting up, taking a long, slow pull of his cigarette and releasing it in an unhurried manner. While one hand was occupied with his smoke, the other began to lightly brush up and down Tim’s thigh.
The point of touch made Tim shudder, and he felt himself already growing hard under Hawk’s attention.
It had all become so much lately. McCarthy, Cohn, the hearings, the M-Unit, sneaking around and keeping secrets just to have his stolen moments with Hawk. It felt like a weight that hung around his heart, dragging it down.
But Hawk was so good at seeing, at knowing when Tim needed to be able to give up that weight, give up that control to someone. To Hawk. To let Hawk make it all go away for a little while.
Tim took a deep breath and began to feel that pleasant fuzziness seep into the corners of his mind. All of his focus centered on that one point of contact with Hawk. His eyes fluttered before settling on watching Hawk smoke his cigarette, how his lips wrapped sensually around it, with obvious intent to tease Tim with thoughts of other things that his lips could be wrapped around.
Hawk’s hand traveled up the junction between his inner thigh and hip, skirting around his now aching cock and settling instead on his lower stomach. Tim could feel the heat pooling in his core, boiling up in temperature degree by degree. He couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped his lips.
“Did you need something?” came Hawk’s innocent question.
“Please, please,” Tim whimpered, already sounding desperate to his own ears. “Please touch me.”
“But Skippy, I am touching you.”
Tim grunted and tugged on his restraints in vain. If he could just get his hands on Hawkins Fuller…
“Is it not enough?” Hawk tsked and took another drag. “My, my, what a greedy boy I have. I think I’ve spoiled you rotten.”
Hawk removed his hand and shifted to stamp out his cigarette in the ashtray on his nightstand. Next to the ashtray was a very conspicuously placed tin of Vaseline, which he palmed before turning back to the bed where Tim lay.
“This what you want, baby?” Hawk asked, holding up the tin and looking toward Tim. “Want me to slick up my hand and let you fuck it? Rut against until you get off? I don’t know, maybe you don’t want it badly enough,” Hawk smirked.
“No, no, I do want it! Hawk, pleasepleaseplease, let me, let me-hnggh,” Tim gave an aborted thrust with his hips, unable to use much leverage in his bound position. He watched as Hawk scooped some Vaseline from the tin and warmed it in his hand, then reached over casually to give Tim’s cock an absent-minded tug.
“Use your words, Skippy. Ask me politely.”
Tim squeezed his eyes shut to try and stave off the wave of delicious embarrassment that ran through him at Hawk’s words.
“Please let me, please let me fuck your hand, Hawk, please.”
“Mm, was that so bad?”
Hawk grasped Tim’s cock in his slicked hand and began stroking it slowly, drawing out each movement of his fist. Tim moaned long and low, clenching and unclenching his hands in their tied-up state.
Whenever they were fucking, (whenever they were making love, Tim thought to himself), he loved to run his hands all over Hawk, to touch as much of his toned form as he could manage with only two hands. Tim loved to bite at Hawk’s earlobe, tug on his hair, scratch his fingernails into his back, and so on and so on. And it was driving Tim crazy not being able to use his hands in this moment, though he was sure that had been Hawk’s intended point of torture.
Tim found himself thrusting up into Hawk’s fist as much as he was able to, chasing the heady feeling of Hawk’s hand squeezing around him. His pleasure mounted, whines and whimpers escaping him on every exhaled breath, until Hawk suddenly and without warning pulled his hand away.
Tim let out an exasperated yelp at the sudden loss of Hawk’s hand, while Hawk only chuckled and smiled down at him with those clear blue eyes.
“You didn’t think you’d get to come just yet, did you? Naughty boy, Skippy.”
Tim squirmed on the bed, feeling himself unwillingly come away from the edge he had been so rapidly approaching. He groaned and kicked out with his feet in no direction in particular.
“Bastard,” Tim muttered under his breath.
He saw Hawk’s eyes snap to his face, and in a second, Hawk had threaded his hand into Tim’s hair, yanking it to turn Tim’s face towards his own.
“Care to repeat that?” Hawk said in a sharp tone, one like he may have used in the Army when giving a fellow soldier orders.
Tim gave him his most wide-eyed innocent look and meekly said, “No, I’m sorry.”
Hawk maintained his grip on Tim’s hair and stared deep into the brown eyes gazing back at him. Tim watched as he dipped his head ever so slightly and raised an eyebrow as if to say, “Is this okay?” before sternly asking, “I’m sorry, what?”
Tim gave a small nod and his mouth quirked up at the corner, a silent “all good,” before responding in the most seductive voice he could muster—
“I’m sorry, sir.”
The honorific sparked something behind Hawk’s eyes, something that made the low heat simmering inside Tim this whole time kick itself up into bubbling over.
“Much better,” Hawk replied.
He leaned forward and captured Tim in a searing kiss, biting and tugging at his bottom lip. Tim groaned into Hawk’s mouth, unable to pull him closer and settling instead for craning his neck as far as he could to press against Hawk’s lips.
They were both gasping for air by the time Hawk released him, lips spit-slicked and red.
“You’d do well not to mouth off to me,” Hawk said, “if you’d still like to come at all tonight.”
Tim whined and stuck out his swollen bottom lip.
“I’ll be good, sir, I promise,” he said sweetly.
“Mm, my good boy. Takes everything so well for me, doesn’t he? Why don’t we do something about this, then?”
Hawk’s fingers grazed against Tim’s neglected cock, which twitched and jumped at the contact after being brought to the edge and denied. Tim felt every brush and caress against his heated skin, nearly to the point of overstimulation, but it felt so good.
His mumbled pleas of “more” and “yes” and “fuck, Hawk, fuck!” grew in tempo and pitch in time with Hawk’s hand on him. Tim once again felt himself hurtling toward the precipice of his pleasure, hoping beyond hope that Hawk would let him fall this time.
Similar to before, as Tim neared his release, Hawk surprised him with a sudden movement. Only in this instance, Hawk had leaned over and swallowed Tim down to the root in one quick motion. The wet heat of Hawk’s mouth enveloping his aching cock sent Tim over the edge in a blinding instant, a choked-off cry leaving his mouth as he felt his abdomen contract in an attempt to hunch over. But he was still restrained.
Hawk swallowed around his cock, and Tim could feel the press of Hawk’s tongue against him. Even after he’d finished, Hawk stayed for a minute more, sucking lazily at his softening member until there was no evidence left behind and the sensation bordered on the pleasant kind of pain.
“Hawk, Hawk,” Tim panted, “please come up here and kiss me.”
Hawk let him go with a wet pop and moved up the bed, sealing his mouth over Tim’s. They kissed for a moment before Tim was attempting to speak against Hawk’s mouth, which came out as a mumbled, “‘awk, my ‘ands, I ‘an’t get my ‘ands.”
Hawk pulled back to give Tim breath and space to speak, not understanding what he had said.
“My hands, please, Hawkins. They’re going a little numb.”
“Ah, shit,” Hawk muttered, and reached up to begin undoing the knotted neckties around Tim’s wrists. “Sorry, Skip.”
He brought Tim’s hands back down, gently massaging at his wrists and fingers to stimulate the blood flow. Hawk placed a kiss to the pad of each finger, one in the center of each palm, and one to each wrist. “They feel okay?”
“Swell,” Tim replied, reaching one hand along the side of Hawk’s face, cradling his jaw. He brushed a thumb over Hawk’s lips, laughing when he softly nipped at it.
“Now take those clothes off and come join me in here,” Tim said, “I won’t be the only one lying naked in this bed.”
“Aye, aye,” Hawk winked, and moved to shed the rest of his clothing. He retreated to the bathroom to fill a small glass of water before returning to the bedroom, offering the water to Tim.
Tim hummed appreciatively and took a gulp from the glass before setting it on the nightstand. He threw back the sheets and shuffled over to give Hawk room to climb into the bed with him. He felt the bed dip and the delicious heat of Hawk’s body pressed up against his back. Tim never felt safer or more protected than when he had Hawkins Fuller wrapped around him, skin touching at every point.
“That was nice, Skip. I liked it,” Hawk said in a hushed tone, now that they were so close together.
“Me too,” Tim agreed, and dropped a stray kiss on Hawk’s hand that had come around to rest on his chest.
“Maybe if you’re good, next time you can tie me up, angel,” Hawk whispered into his ear.
Tim grinned and huffed a small laugh to himself, snuggling back into Hawk’s solid weight. Hawk pulled the covers up around them both, and his breathing quickly leveled out into a sound sleep. Tim, curled up in his arms, drifted to sleep that night with images of Hawk playing through his mind, each one in a more compromising position than the last.