Quill still felt the dull ache in his ribs. It was a lingering reminder of his father's anger. The sad thing? He couldn't even tell you what his Dad was mad about.
He couldn't quite tell what hurt more. The bruises, the gashes from his father's claws after he shifted, or the humiliation of being thrown out of the house yet again. He stumbled around until he crossed into neighboring territory. Minutes later, a patrol noticed him and notified the Alpha's son. Like they always did when this happened. Hawk had instructed them to. He also told them to keep it from his father and mother whenever possible. He told them it was to stop unnecessary fighting between the neighboring Alphas. Hawk's Dad already hated Quills. There was no reason to make it worse. Hawk insisted on dragging Quill to his family's house after the latest blow-up. Like he always did. "Let me see the cut," he urged as they walked into the guest bedroom. They should probably just call it Quill's bedroom at this point. He seemed to sleep there more than in his own home. Quill tensed immediately. "It's fine." He hated when people fussed over him, and that included Hawk. "Shut up, man. You're bleeding everywhere." Without waiting for permission, Hawk grabbed Quill's arm and pulled the shirt up, exposing a long, deep gash along his flank. Quill winced but didn't protest. The house smelled like old wood and fresh air, a drastic change from the suffocating staleness of his own home. It felt safe here, but somehow, that only made things worse. "I told you... you didn't have to bring me here. I'm fine," Quill muttered. "Your parents already think I'm a fuck-up. Now I'm bleeding on one of your mom's expensive duvets." Hawk didn't respond right away. He was too focused on cleaning the wound with the supplies he already had waiting on the nightstand. That was just like him. Always the one with a plan, always knowing what to do. Always taking care of Quill when he was staring into the void. But now, in his parent's guest room, everything felt too close, too personal. Too...strange. "It's not that expensive. Plus, you're not a fuck-up. Your old man's just a bastard," Hawk finally stated. Quill grunted. He was unsure how to respond. It wasn't like Hawk didn't understand family pressure. They both came from direct Alpha bloodline families and were raised to be harsh and uncompromising. Just like their fathers. But somehow, Hawk's parents treated him like he still mattered. Their harsh and uncompromising attitudes didn't extend to their son. Not entirely, anyway. Quill didn't have that luxury. "That's enough," He said as he shifted away from Hawk. He didn't want Hawk to see how much it hurt, how his chest felt tight from everything. The pain, the shame, and the unbearable feeling of being completely unwanted. But Hawk didn't move away. Instead, he wiped away the last of the blood, his fingers still lingering on Quill's skin. Quill glanced up, catching something in Hawk's eyes before they both quickly looked away. Quill shifted, trying to take a deep breath, but every inhale felt tight. His head was swimming. Concussions hit werewolves harder than humans. Both sides felt the same pain from it. Mentally? That was a different story. It made his human side want to cry. It made his wolf side, something he was just getting used to, want to kill something. To fight or... Fuck, there had to be something else that could help him control these strange feelings he was having. He winced as he tried to take another deep breath. It wasn't going to happen. Not right now. His human side was starting to win the battle. It hurt. It hurt so damn back he wanted to cry. He hadn't cried about it, and he wouldn't. Not here. Not in front of Hawk. "You don't have to act tough around me," Hawk noted. Quill turned to him. "I'm not acting. I'm fine." Hawk leaned in closer than before. He hated how easily Hawk's presence could unravel him. They'd been best friends for years, constantly dancing around some invisible line neither dared cross. Or even acknowledge. However, Hawk was too close, and Quill could feel the heat radiating from him. Could smell the sweat on his skin. Could feel how fast his heart was beating. Hawk looked between Quill's face and his lips. "Quill," Hawk began but then stopped. Quill swallowed hard, unsure if the pain in his ribs or something else made his chest feel tight. Hawk's hand brushed against his side, almost cautiously. Quill didn't stop him. Maybe he should have. He should have laughed it off, shoved Hawk back, or done anything to shift the mood. But he didn't. Something pulled him to Hawk. His lips parted before he realized what he was doing. He leaned up to kiss Hawk. The first contact was awkward and hesitant. Hawk froze for a second before he leaned into the kiss. Quill's injuries made him slow to react, but Hawk didn't notice. All he could think about was how Quill's lips were softer than he had expected. Quill groaned out of frustration. It was clumsy and uncertain, but it felt right. Hawk stopped. "We shouldn't." Quill let out a shaky laugh. "Probably not." The line between friendship and something more was disappearing rapidly. Quill pushed Hawk back onto the bed. Pain shot through his ribs, but adrenaline dulled it enough for him to ignore. If Hawk's Dad walked in, they would both be dead. He mattered to his parents now, but he wouldn't if they learned about this. Hawk looked up at Quill, but he didn't resist. Instead, he pulled Quill closer, his hands slipping beneath Quill's shirt, exploring the lines of his abs. When it made Quill shiver in response, Hawk did as well. Quill growled softly as he kissed him again. Their clothes came off hastily. It wasn't graceful or gentle. Quill winced as his ribs protested, but he didn't stop. The urgency pushed aside any second thoughts. It was messy, filled with mistakes and hesitation, but they were too far gone to stop. Hawk's hand slipped lower, fumbling as he touched Quill. Quill moaned when Hawk's fingers brushed against him. They both knew there was no turning back now. Hawk's hand moved slowly, then with more confidence as Quill started huffing. Quill let his head fall back against the pillows. Hawk leaned in, pressing his mouth to Quill's neck. Quill bit his lip, trying to hold himself together, but it was too much. Too much and not enough all at once. It didn't take long after Hawk started breathing on his neck. Quill's entire body tensed before he finally collapsed onto the mattress, panting for breath as he made a mess all over himself and the expensive duvet. For a moment, neither of them said anything. Quill rolled onto his side, still struggling to catch his breath as his ribs ached. He grabbed the bloody shirt he'd discarded and cleaned up quickly before falling back on the bed. It would be thrown away anyway, so what was a little more evidence he wanted to hide going to matter? The duvet was a different story. Hawk just stared up at the ceiling. "Quill…" he started, but Quill cut him off. "Don't." They lay there, caught between what had happened and what it meant. It had been a mistake, and they both knew it. Hawk was the first to get up. He pulled his clothes on without looking at Quill. "This doesn't change anything," he muttered. Quill sat up slowly, his body aching from more than just his bruises. He didn't say anything, just watched as Hawk got dressed and left the room. The friendship they had, despite both being strong alphas, had always been fragile. Now it was broken beyond repair. Quill collapsed back onto the bed after pulling the duvet down to the floor with his bloody clothes. He should have felt guilty, or maybe ashamed, but all he could think about was how right it had felt, even though it was wrong. Wrong enough that it would get them both kicked out of their packs if their fathers found out.Hawk leaned against the brick wall outside his gym with his eyes fixed on the U-Haul down the street. Lilly was back. He and Quill had met with her weeks before, allowing her to sign a three-year lease for the unoccupied space between their businesses. They allowed her to sign it without revealing what the business would be. She also signed the lease for the apartment above the business. The empty one between Hawk and Quill's apartments. He watched as she started unloading boxes. He had no idea what she was planning for the storefront, which annoyed him more than he wanted to admit. For someone who prided himself on control, not knowing left a sour taste in his mouth. She intrigued him, though, and that was rare.The heavy thud of weights inside the gym reminded him he'd left his own workout still half-finished. He didn't care. His fixation was on her, studying how she moved and carried herself almost effortlessly. There was a strange confidence in how she went about everything
Hawk stood outside his gym with his arms crossed as he watched Lilly disappear in and out of her new shop. The black paper covering the windows irritated him more than it should have. Blocking his view felt personal. But that wasn't the only thing eating at him. He knew Quill had been watching her just as much.It wasn't just about Lilly anymore. It was about everything between him and Quill. Years of unspoken pressure had resurfaced the moment she moved in. Hell, the moment she signed that damn lease and left with that odd smile on her face. Hawk tried to shake the thought. Quill had always known how to get under his skin, and lately, it was becoming unbearable.Quill walked out to take a break from a long session when Lilly stepped back out of her storefront with her face splattered with paint.She had a bright blue streak drying stubbornly across her nose. She smiled at him as he jogged over."Wearing your art, I see," he teased as he tried to wipe the paint away. He chuckled whe
Quill was able to slip into Lilly's space with the same ease he'd gained from years of sneaking around his Father's house. He'd never been inside her business before. No one had. She had managed to keep it a secret for nearly three weeks, only dropping cryptic hints that made him and Hawk even more curious each time.He was starting to realize that was on purpose. Stacks of unopened boxes cluttered the space. Quill glanced around until an outline of something stopped him in his tracks. It was a silhouette, intimate and unmistakably erotic, projected onto the wall from one of the unfinished corners of the room."What do you think?" Lilly remarked as she walked into the room with him. Quill flinched, cursing himself for not noticing her sooner. Few people had the ability to sneak up on him.She paused in the doorway, and it felt like she was sizing him up. She wasn't angry. She almost seemed amused when he looked up at her."I...uh... I was just curious," he muttered, backing up a st
"So you're saying you don't care who you're with? Doesn't matter if it's a guy or a girl?" Hawk pressed.Lilly shrugged. "If there's a connection, it doesn't matter to me. Gender isn't what makes me feel attracted to someone. Body parts can be fun, sensual, but for me it ends there. The person's genitalia doesn't make me attracted to them. It's the person, their energy, their mind. If I feel it, if I feel them. That's what I need. I don't base it on anything else."Quill finally looked over at Hawk, unsure how to feel about what he was hearing. He'd never thought about sexuality in such fluid terms. It had always been black and white. Men were with women. Anything else was…wrong. Or at least that's what their fathers always said.What his Father beat into him whenever he caught him acting in a way they didn't like. He looked back at Hawk, but he was looking at the floor, obviously uncomfortable. He feared Hawk's reaction. He never handled things like this well. "Labels are for people
Quill lingered, trying and failing to ignore the art on the walls. It was intense, vibrant, and filled with raw passion that made something inside him want to recoil and inch closer all at once. Lilly leaned against the wall, studying him. He was trying hard to pretend the art on the walls wasn't getting to him."It's okay to look, or even… react."Quill looked over at her. He was starting to feel unexpectedly exposed. He shifted uncomfortably. "Honestly? I'm not sure how I'm supposed to react."Lilly sighed and walked over to him. "Supposed to react? Who decides that? You're free to feel whatever you feel." Quill relaxed slightly. Her presence made it easier. She took another small step, brushing against his arm, and he caught her looking at him curiously. "Girls?"He nodded. It is simple, straightforward, and somehow easy to answer in this setting. "Yes."She kept her focus on him. "Boys?"The hesitation was there, but he nodded as he looked away. She smiled at that. "Trans?"H
Quill stepped out of Lilly's apartment after walking her back to it, despite the jokes she kept making about him being such a gentleman and how cute it was. His body still hummed, his mind rampant with all the sensations she'd managed to stir. He walked down the hall, lost in the afterglow as he grinned.Hawk suddenly shoved him hard against the wall.Quill's back hit the rough surface, knocking the air from his lungs. The shift from euphoria to disorientation happened so fast. Hawk's forearm pressed firmly against his chest, holding him pinned in place, his face inches from Quill's."You smell like her," Hawk growled. His eyes swept over Quill's face, taking in every detail. How flushed he was. How his eyes seemed to be dancing with that look. "You were with her just now, weren't you?"Quill's pulse hammered as he was caught between the rush from Lilly and this raw, unexpected confrontation with Hawk. He could feel Hawk's breath, anger, and something else radiating from him."What's
Quill turned, expecting Hawk, but it was Lilly. She leaned against the counter, watching him with a grin."You should be more careful about leaving the upstairs door unlocked," she said.Quill shrugged. "Only you and Hawk would have access anyway. Not worried you'll run off with a couple of pencils."She grinned, glancing at his scattered supplies. "I don't know. Pretty tempting. These are some top-tier art supplies you've got lying around."He chuckled as he sat back in his chair. "Couldn't sleep?""Something like that," he muttered, his fingers fidgeting with a pencil. Lilly tilted her head, studying him as she walked into his private studio behind the central area."Must be something in the building's ventilation system," she said, crossing her arms. "Seems like Hawk can't sleep either."Quill didn't need to ask, but he did anyway. "How do you know?"She rolled her eyes. "I was walking down to my studio and could hear him way before I saw him. He's in there, grunting and throwing
Lilly followed Hawk to his gym after Quill finished the tattoo. She knew this place was his refuge, his second home, the one spot he could sink into when the rest of the world became too complicated. She slipped in after him. Hawk was already behind the front desk, hunched over paperwork. When she entered, he didn't look up. He knew she was there.She made herself at home, dropping onto the bench across from him and watching as he scribbled something down. Hawk glanced up briefly, annoyance clear on his face before he quickly masked it."Do you make yourself at home everywhere?" he muttered, keeping his eyes on the paperwork."Only where I feel welcome," she replied. She looked around the room, taking in the heavy-duty weight racks, hanging punching bags, and the slight hum of the gym equipment. This place was rugged, simple, and practical. Just like Hawk.He didn't respond, and she almost felt him resisting her presence like she was dangerous or something."You two are something el