[ if he has to be careful with ash, it stands to reason that he has to take extra care with hawk — not just because he has a psycho stalking him now, but after what he’d seen of the other man’s life in the lipstick-induced hallucination in the otherworld, embry feels more than a little protective even if he doubts hawk wants his protection. it’s such a fine line to think that could have been me, if he’d been born a few decades earlier, if he hadn’t had the luxury of his militant mother controlling all aspects of his life except who he’d wanted to fuck, if getting into politics wasn’t the easiest privilege afforded to him because of wealth and status and legacy.
he might be nothing to hawk, even if they’re past their rough patch. he has no intention of putting a name on this, and he knows hawk agrees. but when embry slinks over from his hiding place among the manicured greenery of the maze, surrounded by deep green and thick petals and the dim glow of lamplight, something loosens in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of leather and smoke above the cloying fragrance of honey hanging in the air. ]
I’ve been watching you for twenty minutes. [ twenty minutes waiting for danny to pop up to add to his middle-age stress lines. he’s had nothing to eat but he’s knocked back plenty of drinks tonight, and he’s pretty sure his stomach has started dissolving itself. ] There’s no one else around.
[ a burst of fireworks shimmer behind embry’s head from where he stands before hawk’s lounging figure, gazing down at the cigarette smoking between his fingers, his keen eyes glittering up at him like a pair of expensive sapphires. embry draws in a breath, want curling inside of him — not just a carnal need, but the desire to be close to someone he’s come to trust, someone he knows and someone who knows more than a few of his secrets, including his shattered fantasy of a life he’d sacrificed for the greater good of the american people.
he slides smoothly into hawk’s lap, straddling his hips without invitation. embry’s mouth tastes like sugared daiquiris when he presses a kiss to hawk’s lips, reaching up to grip the back of the lawn chair, his navy knit riding up, his skin a pleasant tan from his hours by the pool. ]
— for HAWK (closed)
he might be nothing to hawk, even if they’re past their rough patch. he has no intention of putting a name on this, and he knows hawk agrees. but when embry slinks over from his hiding place among the manicured greenery of the maze, surrounded by deep green and thick petals and the dim glow of lamplight, something loosens in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of leather and smoke above the cloying fragrance of honey hanging in the air. ]
I’ve been watching you for twenty minutes. [ twenty minutes waiting for danny to pop up to add to his middle-age stress lines. he’s had nothing to eat but he’s knocked back plenty of drinks tonight, and he’s pretty sure his stomach has started dissolving itself. ] There’s no one else around.
[ a burst of fireworks shimmer behind embry’s head from where he stands before hawk’s lounging figure, gazing down at the cigarette smoking between his fingers, his keen eyes glittering up at him like a pair of expensive sapphires. embry draws in a breath, want curling inside of him — not just a carnal need, but the desire to be close to someone he’s come to trust, someone he knows and someone who knows more than a few of his secrets, including his shattered fantasy of a life he’d sacrificed for the greater good of the american people.
he slides smoothly into hawk’s lap, straddling his hips without invitation. embry’s mouth tastes like sugared daiquiris when he presses a kiss to hawk’s lips, reaching up to grip the back of the lawn chair, his navy knit riding up, his skin a pleasant tan from his hours by the pool. ]