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One
It’s Friday night and Hawk just stepped out of the taxi that stopped in front of a well-packed bar. He sighed looking at the amount of people that are already in the bar. The night is young but people are clearly not wasting any of it. Truthfully, he rather be in bed right now. He is not in his twenties anymore and going out on Friday night is getting more and more challenging. But it’s Frankie’s birthday and he had promised Tim that they would go out tonight to celebrate and enjoy each other’s company after a long week at work.
They barely see each other this week, either Tim will already left early in the morning or Hawk will come home a little too late and found Tim already sleeping. Work has been crazy, so although a comfy bed sounds amazing, he wouldn’t mind a glass of beer or two. And to finally see and spend his night with Tim sounds even more wonderful.
Hawk immediately spotted the other guy between all of the people in the bar. Tim sat on one of the chairs, surrounded by Frankie, Marcus, and two of his coworkers whom Hawk was not really sure what their names were. Arthur and Ben? Maybe? But Hawk can’t take his eyes off Tim. Tim wears his khaki shirt, already a bit crumpled and with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair is slicked back, not as smooth as this morning naturally, but making him more handsome. But that’s maybe because Hawk is biased. Even from afar, Hawk notices Tim’s light stubble and how those glasses framed Tim’s face perfectly.
Felt being watched, Tim’s eyes met Hawk’s, and then came Hawk’s favorite thing from Tim; how before Tim even smiled, the slight dimple on his left cheek was already visible. It’s so endearing and very very cute according to Hawk. It’s one of the things that makes Tim a terrible liar, like whenever he tries to pretend to be annoyed with Hawk, that little dimple line would betray him immediately.
Tim smiled, so brightly and waved his hand enthusiastically to Hawk. Hawk walked faster, reaching for this adorable man that he loves so much. Tim stood up from his chair just in time when Hawk arrived at their little table. Tim’s hands immediately wrapped around Hawk’s neck and Hawk pulled Tim closer from his waist. “Hi Skippy,” Hawk whispered to Tim’s hair. Tim pulled them away slightly so that he could see the gorgeous blue eyes of this man. Tim’s hand moved to Hawk’s cheek, “Hi love.” Tim said, smiling then gave Hawk a quick peck.
Before getting lost in each other eyes, Hawk immediately detached himself from Tim’s embrace and turned to greet Frankie. “Happy birthday Frankie,” Hawk said giving the birthday boy a friendly hug.
“Thanks, Hawkins.” Frankie replied, “You need to catch up with us, Tim and I are already on our second drink now.” He continued.
Hawk raised his eyebrows looking at Tim, “Is that so?”
Tim rolled his eyes, but that little dimple line was visible, “we had a glass of wine hours ago at lunch.” Tim explained while sitting back down, Hawk chuckled warmly and proceeded to exchange greetings with the others. A friendly hug was reserved for Marcus, followed by a handshake for the other two, which were indeed Arthur and Ben. With everyone smoothly shifting in their seats, Hawk snagged an extra chair, settling in comfortably beside Tim.
"So, Hawkins, go order your drink," Frankie insisted once more.
"Oh, darling, let the man sit first, would you?" Marcus interjected with a grin.
Hawk chuckled, "No worries, I'll grab something. Anyone else want something from the bar?" A collective shake of heads indicated that everyone was content with their current drinks.
Turning his attention to Tim, whose hand rested comfortably on Hawk's thigh, he asked, "Anything for you, my love? A glass of water, perhaps?”
Tim gazed at Hawk with his doe-like eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "A glass of water will be nice," he said, absentmindedly tracing a finger along Hawk's jaws.
“Okay, will be right back,” Hawk said then took Tim’s hand and kissed it gently, before making his way to the bar. Hawk realized that although barely on his first drink, Tim was already more relaxed than he used to, evident with how relaxed his body was. The increasing touchiness towards Hawk didn't escape his notice either, making Hawk quietly anticipate how the evening might unfold.
Not 5 minutes later, as Hawk returned to their group, drinks in hand, he couldn't help but grin at the sight of Tim chatting animatedly with the others. Tim's guard appeared to have lowered, his usual reserved nature replaced with a more open and engaging demeanor. Hawk handed Tim the glass of water, and Tim's grateful smile warmed Hawk's heart.
Hawk settled back into his chair, the subtle buzz of the crowded bar fading into the background as he focused on the magnetic presence of Tim by his side. While the group bantered and laughed, Tim's attention remained fixated on Hawk, his questions cutting through the ambient noise.
"How's your day?" Tim inquired, his eyes locking onto Hawk's.
"It was busy, but it's okay now. I've missed you," Hawk replied, unable to resist the impulse to run his fingers through Tim's hair.
Tim leaned into the touch, a content smile playing on his lips. "I've missed you too. This week was so busy," he confessed.
"I know," Hawk sighed, his voice softening. Leaning in closer to Tim's ear, he adopted a teasing tone, "You looked so hot, I can't wait to do the things I've been thinking about all week.”
A warmth spread across Tim's cheeks, and it wasn't just the effect of the drinks.
Two
Not 10 minutes later, Tim and the rest of the group had their second drink. Hawk knows well that after 2 drinks Tim is when Tim will talk more and be very clingy and touchy towards Hawk. Halfway to his cocktails, Tim told the group about their noisy neighbors, earning a few laughs here and there. While telling the story, Tim can’t seem to stop touching Hawk absentmindedly. For Hawk, the line between affectionate and sensual was blurring, as Tim's touch ventured into increasingly intimate territories. The hand that started on Hawk's thigh gradually migrated higher, making Hawk acutely aware of the escalating tension.
Hawk tried to maintain focus on the conversation, but the subtle caresses Tim indulged in were proving to be distracting. Tim's fingers traced Hawk's inner thigh, occasionally brushing against sensitive areas that sent a shiver down Hawk's spine. Tim's touch also explored the small of Hawk's back, the nape of his neck, and the soft skin behind his ear, each contact sending a surge of electricity through Hawk's entire body. Hawk knows Tim is not doing this on purpose, the man is unaware of how touchy could he be even with just two drinks.
In the midst of the group banter, Hawk overheard Frankie encouraging Ben to take a leap and ask their co-worker, Adam, out. “Come on Ben, you need to at least try asking Adam out,” Frankie said.
Ben seemed hesitant, “I don’t know, it will be complicated to go out with your co-worker.”
Arthur, who has been a bit too quiet that even Hawk who is not present 100% in the conversation all the time (because of how Tim’s touch is distracting him) notices it, suddenly chimed in, “I don’t mind going out with my co-worker.”
Hawk, momentarily torn between Tim's captivating touch and the unfolding conversation, noticed Arthur's gaze fixing on Tim. Though Tim, slightly tipsy, remained oblivious, Hawk, still quite sober, caught the subtle shift.
If Hawk remembers correctly, Tim sometimes mentioned how he thinks Arthur has a crush on him. It started with a slight flirtation, which of course Tim never reciprocated. But somehow Arthur is still trying ever so slightly even though he knows Tim is in a committed relationship with Hawk. Hawk can’t blame the guy for trying, he would too if he didn’t have Tim. The man is gorgeous, smart, kind, very very lovable, passionate and funny. In their relationship, Tim is the approachable one. One look from stranger to Hawk, they will back down because of how Hawk can intimidate anyone so easily, even without trying. But then with Tim next to him, people will approach them more, because Tim is just radiating sunshine, happiness, and good energy all over. In some way, they complement each other perfectly.
But tonight, Hawk felt an additional surge of possessiveness, a desire to make it clear to everyone that Tim was unequivocally his. Hawk took Tim’s hand, which settled comfortably too close to Hawk’s cock now, and pull the man even closer to his side. “We will need to go home if you keep doing that.” he teased, his breath warm against Tim's ear.
Tim blushed once more, his cheeky grin lighting up his face. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize what I was doing," Tim admitted, the playful innocence in his eyes suggesting he might be more aware than he let on. Hawk arched an eyebrow, questioning the authenticity of Tim's obliviousness.
"You don't realize what you're doing, huh?" Hawk chuckled, shaking his head. Despite the slight teasing, a smile played on his lips, as he enjoyed the mischievous game they were playing.
Tim didn’t say anything to that, he just smiled, his genuine smile, just for Hawk, despite the crowd buzzing around the bar. For a second all the sexual banter is replaced by the love and happiness that both share.
Hawk can’t help but move closer to Tim. Their lips met in a tender kiss. The world around them momentarily ceased to exist as they lost themselves in the soft exchange. Tim tasted like beer, sunshine, and something sweet. Hawk can’t stop thinking how he loves this man with all his heart.
“I love you,” Hawk whispered into Tim’s lips.
Tim chuckled, “I love you too.” He said before sealing those lips with more sweet kisses.
“Okay love birds, enough making out, time to play the darts!” Frankie said interrupting them. Tim laughed and then pulled away from Hawk, and immediately Hawk missed those lips.
“And since I am the birthday boy, I choose Tim on my team. Heeey, that rhymed!” Frankie said enthusiastically, clearly a bit tipsy.
Three
Ten minutes later, the dynamics of the evening took a turn as all six men engaged in a friendly game of darts. Tim is with Frankie, Marcus is with Ben, and that makes the most awkward team which is Hawk and Arthur.
Despite being on his third drink already Tim is still able to do very well in his game of darts. Although Hawk wondered if it was maybe the drink that made Tim do even better. While Marcus and Ben were still trying to win the game or at least catch up with Tim and Frankie, Hawk and Arthur were barely making any effort. Hawk was just happy to let Tim win, because every time that man hit a bull’s eye, he would shrug his little shoulders in a very cute way like he was shy or not sure how he managed to do it in the first place. And Hawk would do anything to see that over and over again.
Eventually, Tim and Frankie won, and Tim’s whole face beamed with happiness.
“Hawk, I won!!” Tim said jumping excitedly to Hawk’s arms.
“Yes, you did baby,” Hawk answered easily embracing Tim into his arms and gave him a quick peck.
“You and Arthur didn’t even try to win against us,” Tim said again, while still intertwining his own fingers behind Hawk’s head.
“I just knew you would win eventually, Skippy. You always know how to hit the right spot.” Hawk teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Tim let out a beautiful laugh that made Hawk pull him closer to his body. They swayed gently, Hawk let Tim press kisses on the side of his head.
“Tim! Come with me to the bar! We need to celebrate our winning!!” Frankie cheered, tugging Tim's hand in the direction of the lively bar, away from Hawk's embrace.
“Sweetheart, please drink more water before you mix more alcohol, or you will get a headache tomorrow,” Hawk advised quickly. A playful glint in Tim’s eyes showed that he probably would not follow Hawk’s advice.
Hawk sighed loudly, knowing for sure he would have to deal with Tim’s hangover tomorrow.
"You're one lucky man," Hawk suddenly heard Arthur remark from his side, his presence momentarily forgotten.
Turning to face Arthur, Hawk offered a knowing smile. "I'm well aware," he replied.
Four
A little bit later Tim came back to Hawk with surprisingly a glass of water. "Well, look at you being all responsible with the water," Hawk commented.
Tim leaned in, his breath warm against Hawk's ear. "I figured I need to keep my senses sharp for what comes later," he said, a playful grin spreading across his face, “and I had a shot at the bar with Frankie.” he continued.
Hawk chuckled while shaking his head, his gaze meeting Tim's with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. Leaning in, Tim brushed a strand of hair from Hawk's forehead, his touch lingering longer than necessary.
“Have I told you how handsome you are tonight?” Tim asked suggestively.
Hawk laughed, a twinkle in his eye. “No, not really.”
“Oh then, you are very handsome. Tonight.”
“Only tonight?” Hawk raised his eyebrows while holding back a smile.
Tim's fingers traced a teasing pattern on Hawk's arm, “Nah. Every night. And every day. You are really really handsome, my love.”
Hawk smiled, and then kissed Tim on the cheek, only on the cheek because Hawk was afraid if they kissed on the lips now he would not be able to let this man go from his embrace at all. As Hawk pulled back from the cheek kiss, he met Tim's eyes, the unspoken connection between them crackling with desire. Tim's fingers continued their playful dance on Hawk's arm, sending a shiver down Hawk's spine.
"And you are clearly drunk,” Hawk remarked, his voice laced with a teasing tone.
Tim chuckled, “I’m not. You are so gorgeous, and you are all mine!”
The playful banter took a steamy turn as Hawk felt the heat rising between them. "Well, if I'm all yours, what do you plan on doing with me then?” Hawk asked, his voice a low murmur that carried a promise.
Tim leaned in, his lips dangerously close to Hawk’s, “First I will kiss these lips,” Tim brushed Hawk’s lips with his fingers, “then praise this gorgeous body of yours,” he then slowly traced his finger down to Hawk’s chest.
A quiet, hitched breath escaped Hawk as Tim's voice dropped to a seductive murmur, "And then, my love, I'll make you see stars by sucking your cock until you can't think straight." Tim maintained unbroken eye contact with Hawk, his finger now resting provocatively on Hawk's belt.
Hawk held his breath, he forgot how seductive and flirty Tim could be. There is nothing else that he wanted to do than to bring this gorgeous man to their home and fuck their brains out.
Their little bubble of sexual tension is interrupted suddenly when Marcus and Frankie bring a tray of tequila shots, one for each of them. Hawk hated tequila, but declining the shot is the last thing that he had in mind, given the fact that he can feel how his cock is getting hard. And the way Tim kept the intense eye contact when he licked the salt from the back of his hand was also not helping with Hawk’s hard-on.
Five
However, not long after Tim downed the fifth drink, Hawk soon found Tim incredibly clingy, but the flirtatious edge was replaced by a wave of raw emotion, a depth that was both unexpected and endearing.
Tim's arms wrapped around Hawk, holding him with a newfound intensity. "Hawk," he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of sentiment. "You mean everything to me, you know that? Everything."
Hawk, somewhat taken aback by the sudden emotional shift, looked into Tim's eyes. The usual playfulness had given way to a vulnerability that tugged at Hawk's heart. “I know my love. I know. You are also everything to me.” Hawk reassured, rubbing Tim's back gently.
Tim's gaze, filled with a mix of sincerity and perhaps a hint of melancholy, met Hawk's. “You are not gonna leave me?” He suddenly asked out of nowhere.
Hawk chuckled confusedly, “I am not gonna leave you. Ever.” He answered anyway reassuring Tim.
Tim sighed, “Sometimes, I just get scared. Scared that all of this is too good to be true."
Hawk gently cupped Tim's face, his thumb tracing a soothing pattern on Tim's cheek. “Skippy, I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I am here, with you.” Hawk reassured.
Hawk said then continued, “Forever, if you'll have me.” Hawk whispered, careful not to accidentally ask Tim the big question since the plan is to ask it in 2 months, on their anniversary, over their romantic dinner at a cabin on the seaside.
As Hawk whispered those heartfelt words, a profound emotion washed over Tim, and his eyes began to water. Hawk wiped those tears right away with his thumbs. "And that's our cue to go home," Hawk declared softly, a smile playing on his lips.
Tim chuckled and wiped his own eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m getting emotional.”
“That’s okay. But we need to go home and you need to drink more water.” Hawk said, Tim nodded in agreement, he was indeed too tired to continue drinking let alone hanging out in the bar any longer.
He intertwined his fingers with Tim's, leading the way as they prepared to leave the lively atmosphere of the bar behind. They said goodbye quickly to Frankie, Marcus, Arthur, and Ben before leaving the bar.
Outside, the night air embraced them, a welcome contrast to the bustling ambiance they left behind. Tim leaned against Hawk, his head finding the familiar spot on Hawk's shoulder as they hailed a taxi. The city lights flickered in the distance, a picturesque backdrop to their shared silence.
The taxi ride home was filled with comfortable quietness. Hawk stole glances at Tim, his heart swelling with love and so much love that he is afraid it might explode. And all he can think about is how he can’t wait to ask that question in 2 months and then spend the rest of his life with Tim. Forever.