Hawkeye rarely makes his desires unknown, but somehow Phil always has a hard time seeing it coming. He doesn't know why. He's usually pretty good at reading people.
But he feels Hawk below him, held in his grasp, the weight of his body suspended from his--and then he's grasping for Phil, all eyes on him. Only eyes for him. And Phil knows he's handsome, sure. He knew it when he was given a whole news segment with his name on it. He knew it when it took barely an evening to get a hookup. He knew it when Rita kissed him, when Ossie kissed him, when Fever and him tangled into something strange and beautiful. But something about this moment and Hawkeye's unabashed want--it surprises him, still, somehow.
He hovers there. No music, no movement. Trying to figure out if he wants it too.
It didn't always use to feel complicated. Hawkeye doesn't want it to be complicated. He may as well try.
The hand holding Hawk's moves to the back of his neck, talons pressing gently, and he kisses him.
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But he feels Hawk below him, held in his grasp, the weight of his body suspended from his--and then he's grasping for Phil, all eyes on him. Only eyes for him. And Phil knows he's handsome, sure. He knew it when he was given a whole news segment with his name on it. He knew it when it took barely an evening to get a hookup. He knew it when Rita kissed him, when Ossie kissed him, when Fever and him tangled into something strange and beautiful. But something about this moment and Hawkeye's unabashed want--it surprises him, still, somehow.
He hovers there. No music, no movement. Trying to figure out if he wants it too.
It didn't always use to feel complicated. Hawkeye doesn't want it to be complicated. He may as well try.
The hand holding Hawk's moves to the back of his neck, talons pressing gently, and he kisses him.