I am home now"✨ | 19/11/24

He was already lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Another night of being alone, he hasn't heard from Hawk in days..it started to burn him like a little sore wound under his elbow that wouldn't let him sleep or eat or do anything properly.

But that's when he heard the knocking. He never had any visitors so he suspected it could be one of the other real tenants below.

Opening the door he saw Hawkins Fuller planted at his doorway. And before Tim could move away or say anything, or recover from the surprise the man already pushed him in and went inside.

“Where have you been?” was all it came to his mind.

He had a rough day behind him, one during which he felt so far removed from himself that his mind was almost entirely occupied with thoughts of Skippy. It had become a familiar experience for Hawk, thinking about the man in his mid-twenties who occupied his mind in so many ways. But there was no way he could have arrived earlier to express his need to be with him.

He saw a hint of confusion in Skippy's eyes, realizing that he hadn't truly expected him to show up at his door. When he heard Skippy's question, he brushed his thumbs against his neck while still holding him there, not letting go but ready to kiss him again.

"Does it matter? All I can think about right now is that I am home." He looked deeply into Skippy's eyes, his own reflecting the events he had experienced, but in that moment, he knew he was truly where he belonged. He kissed him again, running his fingers through his hair, grabbing it softly, and pulling him against his body to let him feel just how much he had missed him.

"Tell me what did you do when I wasn't around?" Attacking a little his neck, kissing him there softly.

Brown, befuddled orbs gazed at the other but he quickly realized that something happened with Hawk, leaving the older man weary and in need of comfort. A thing Tim was never stingy with when it came Hawk.

His hand slithered behind Hawkins' back as their lips met again, pulling his form flush against his body as he fully reciprocated the kiss with all the inhibited longing Tim felt for him.

“I...not much really.” adjusting his glasses, face still inches away and his lush brown lashes and eyes reflected a look of tenderness. But before he could answer more properly Hawk was at him again, planting kisses into his neck which made Tim chuckle, a little faint as always from all the sweet affection the man bestowed upon him occasionally. “oh Hawk...” he breathed out between chuckles. With a hand on Fuller's hip and another around his body, he gently guided both of them to sit at the edge of his bed. 

“Apart from work there isn't much to say. I saw Mary a few times. And mostly spent the evenings in my room.

And you? Were you out of town?” The fact was he'd been too busy with the subcommittee's hearings, being assigned to prepare the witnesses' travel vouchers, and taking notes on the hearings themselves. 

And he preferred it this way, too occupied with work his mind wouldn't stray too much to think about Hawk, or the fear he might never see him again.

Tim's fingers started kneading softly on Hawk's hand, squeezing it a little as if out of nerves “I thought you didn't want to see me again.”

He was fully aware that being away for that long would impact the younger man. He had been gone for days, and coming to him like this without warning was all Fuller could manage, escaping from his duties and life whenever it was possible for him, and here it was such a night. He had escaped, and all he could hope was that Tim was at home.  

Fuller had noticed the changes; Tim was spending more time around Mary, and he had considered setting them up to give each other an alibi to stay under the radar of the investigators. But he wouldn't say this to him now; he would wait for the topic to arise in the near future.  

When he heard that Tim mostly spent his evenings in his room, Hawk frowned. "That's all you did? Did you find something else, like a book to read? You sound as if you had only worked, and that was it. I like that you spent some time with Mary," he said, and while speaking with him, he couldn't keep his hand off him. Sitting next to him on the edge of the bed, he simply pulled him into his arms. 

This felt good, Hawk thought, seldom offering himself such a gentle action. Harsh connections defined his youth as he kept control never losing emotional control. Fuller mastered this so Skippy had the opportunity to then see another side. He felt most secure by the wall, so behind a stone wall he hid it well. He wanted for him to feel also that he had missed him too.

„I was out of town since I couldn't say no to the senator with some important meetings, so that's why I must give to him a report. He is like a father toward me.“

His face showed yet another frown because he truly thought he didn't want to see him again. He then held Tim's face and put gentle kisses on his cheeks. He also kissed both of Tim's closed eyes then forehead.

“Skippy, why would you think this? Am I not always trying for us to see each other?“ he asked, because he made him look deep into his eyes, brushed his thumbs against his cheeks, tilted his head, and kissed him directly on the mouth with all the feelings he had—he had truly missed him, and that's what he wanted him to feel now.

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