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8. Rhythm of the Needle
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Fluid 9. Bringing it Out of Me
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
Last Updated : 2024-10-28Fluid 10. Opening Night
On the evening of the lounge's opening, Hawk and Quill arrived separately, each drawn by Lilly's vague invitation to the "black tie event" via the gold embossed invitations that she delivered to them. She hadn't mentioned she'd invited them both or hinted at the exclusive, mysterious ambiance the night would hold. Nor had she shared that guests would arrive in a wide range of attire beyond the formal dress code. From elegant tuxedos to sensual, artistic costumes that veered toward the bizarre but somehow maintained a degree of elegance. He noticed that the people wearing the costumes had a range of multicolored invitations. Anyone dressed formally had the elegant gold embossed version.Hawk stood just outside the entrance, glaring at the newly hung sign above the lounge. She hadn't even shown it to him before putting it up. The damn thing was bold, massive, and unmistakably suggestive. Precisely what would rile his father up if he saw it.He took a deep breath. She couldn't know ab
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Fluid 11. A Line
Quill's eyes kept darting between the exit and Hawk. "Look, it's late. We've seen a lot already, and I think maybe we should...""We've been here fifteen minutes," Hawk interrupted. "And I had no idea you did this kind of art. Now I need to see it."Quill's jaw tensed as he shifted. "Trust me, you don't need to see it."Hawk frowned. "Why not? It's just your work, right?" He eyed Quill with growing suspicion. "Unless there's something you don't want me to see."Quill's shoulders sagged. "You're gonna hate it," he muttered. "Hell, you'll probably be pissed.""Pissed over a few sketches?" Hawk questioned as he stood up with Lilly. Before Quill could answer, Lilly grabbed them both by the hands. "You two need to see what I set up," she said with a mischievous look directed at Quill. "You're going to love it. Both of you."She led them deeper into the blacklight room, weaving through groups of guests until they reached a display near the back. Hawk nearly gasped as he took in the small d
Last Updated : 2024-10-31Fluid 12. Don't Stop
Hawk pulled his mask down quickly as he scanned the crowd. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears against its edges. If any of his father's pack were here, catching him in this place, with the art, atmosphere, and Quill, there'd be hell to pay. And he doubted his father's reaction would be the worst of it.But Quill must have noticed his anxiety. He grabbed Hawk by the arm and tugged him toward the owner's box alcove behind the stage. "No one's going to see us here," Quill said as he guided Hawk to sit back down in the booth beside him. "They won't smell us, not like that. We live right above this place, and our businesses are practically woven around hers. They would expect to smell us some."Hawk's shoulders slowly relaxed. "It's not just being seen. Someone from the pack had to get in here somehow, so they got their hands on an invite. You realize what that means, right?" Hawk whispered. "It means they either came into contact with Lilly or someone who works for her." He looked ba
Last Updated : 2024-10-31Fluid 13. Stay Here
Hawk growled under his breath. He didn't want to stop. He didn't want to pull away, couldn't even imagine letting this go. Why had they fought this for so long? As he moved his hand slowly, keeping Quill right at the edge, he felt a strange thrill, something almost like defiance. They'd always been told this was dangerous, but here, tonight, it didn't feel like a threat. It felt like freedom. And somehow, that made him want it even more.Quill growled in his ear, and Hawk almost lost control, his own restraint slipping. As he felt both of them moving toward climaxing, footsteps snapping them back to the present. Hawk froze, his heart racing, instinctively tightening his grip on Quill, ready to react to whoever was closing in on their hidden alcove."It's one of my pack," Hawk whispered, dread creeping into his mind. "They're going to find us here."Quill stilled, then leaned close enough to murmur, "Get dressed. Now."Hawk moved quickly, securing his pants. Quill adjusted himself wi
Last Updated : 2024-10-31Fluid 14. Us
Hawk sat on the edge of Quill's couch, jaw tight as he stared at the floor. Everything they hadn't allowed themselves to feel, let alone voice, was suddenly loaded with implications they never expected. This tension that had been building for years was now just waiting for a crack to break free. And knowing who was downstairs only sharpened it."They're here together. Acting like a couple?" Hawk sounded bitter even to his own ears. He glanced up at Quill, who was pacing the room."Yeah," Quill muttered. "Hard to believe, isn't it?" He stopped and shook his head. "The same people who'd beat us down if we so much as looked the wrong way at each other. And now…" He trailed off.The silence that followed only exacerbated the frustration Hawk felt. It wasn't just that their fathers were here together, breaking every rule they'd forced on their sons. It was the hypocrisy of it, the impossibility that their fathers could have the freedom they were denied. Neither of them knew how to face th
Last Updated : 2024-10-31Fluid 15. Still Hiding
Quill blinked awake slowly. He was lying on his back, and Hawk was sprawled beside him, still fast asleep with his body pressed against him. They hadn’t done this in years. Not since they were kids, not since Hawk’s father had found them curled up together in the treehouse one morning and had made sure neither of them forgot why boys didn’t “share beds” like that.Quill shifted and propped himself up to look at Hawk. His friend was splayed out, one arm over his eyes, his breathing steady. A soft snore escaped occasionally. His lips were barely parted, and his usual guarded expression was nowhere to be found. He looked peaceful. Comfortable. Seeing him like this, wearing Quill’s clothes no less, made him want to stay still and memorize the moment. To etch it in his mind much like he would later on canvas.Hawk stirred and mumbled softly before settling back down. Quill couldn’t help but smile. After watching him for a long time, he quietly slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom
Last Updated : 2024-11-01Fluid 16. Didn't Do This
Hawk and Quill followed Lilly through the main floor to her office. She stepped inside, motioning for them to enter. The desk was scattered with a spread of photos from the previous night. At first glance, they appeared harmless enough until Hawk realized what they were. "Wait," he muttered as he bit back a growl. "You were taking photos? What the hell, Lilly. We didn't agree to that."Lilly glanced at him. "Calm down. No photos of either of you were taken. I'm careful with these things. Some guests paid extra to be photographed for custom art pieces or to take the images home. Commissioned works, you know? You're not in any of them. Promise."Quill frowned, eyeing the photos before looking back at her. "Then why bring us here? If we weren't in any of them, what's the point? I don't want to see others... moments.""Well…" she began, glancing between them. "I sign NDAs with all my clients, so I can't show most of these images openly. But Quill, as an artist interested in commission w
Last Updated : 2024-11-02
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Fluid 59. Distracting
The gym stayed dark, lights off since Lily shut it down a week ago. No music. No neon signs humming above the door. They stayed toward the back where shadows kept the windows from showing too much. Hawk liked it that way. Quiet, hidden. Less chance someone would knock or worse, walk in uninvited.Hawk moved through his reps like he wanted the weights to regret being made. He grunted with each lift. Quill stayed close, counting under his breath, keeping Hawk going while failing at resisting the urge to tease him. "You really think a bench press is gonna fix this horny rage spiral?"Hawk didn't answer. Just gritted his teeth and kept moving."Because spoiler," Quill added, "it's not."Another set. More sweat. Hawk dropped the bar harder than necessary into the rack and sat up with a scowl. "You said to work it out.""I said distract yourself, not try to rearrange the equipment by force."Hawk reached for the towel on the bench and wiped it across his face without looking at him. His bod
Fluid 58. Inside You
Hawk rose up and aligned himself. He pressed forward slowly, nudging against where Quill wanted him most. The contact made them both still. Hawk lingered there, breathing hard, fighting the instinct to push in too fast. He looked down at Quill like he was trying to memorize him before losing control and breaking him. Quill grabbed his hips. "Don't stop. Fuck me. Now. You're not going to hurt me. I'm Alpha too, remember?"So much for control. That instinct Hawk had been wrestling with surged up fast and took over like it had just been waiting for an opening. For permission.He slammed in with one powerful thrust. Quill's mouth fell open as a growl ripped up from his chest. Hawk paused just long enough to feel how deep he was. He throbbed inside him. Quill clenched around him as he adjusted to the fullness. Then Hawk moved. Deep. Fast. Merciless.His body slammed into Quill, rhythm brutal and unrelenting. Sweat dripped from his temple as he leaned up, bracing himself for more force. Qu
Fluid 57. In Front Of Him
The apartment door barely clicked shut before Hawk shoved Quill against it. Quill's back hit the wood hard enough to shake the frame. He kissed him roughly, all hunger and urgency. Tongues slid together. Teeth scraped lips. Breath mingled.Clothes tore. Hawk's shirt ripped open, buttons scattering. Quill shoved the ruined fabric off his broad shoulders. Hawk dragged his sweatpants down roughly, freeing him entirely. He gripped Quill's cock as he rolled his shoulders and growled softly. Quill gasped sharply. His hips jerked forward into Hawk's calloused hand. Hawk squeezed, stroking hard and fast until Quill groaned, loud and rough, unable to hold back.He started clawing at Hawk's waistband, yanking the material down. Hawk's erection pressed hot and heavy against his hip. Their bodies slid together, cocks rubbing. Both were already slick from sweat, their bodies flushed and burning from how fast everything escalated. That desperate friction made them both shiver.They staggered down
Fluid 56. I'm Not Asking Permission
Lily stared at him. Then at Quill. Then down at the floor like the answer might be hidden in the blood they hadn't finished scrubbing.Quill finally laughed under his breath. "We've had sex before we were anything, really. At least out loud. It didn't feel like this."Hawk nodded. "It wasn't this before."Quill let his eyes drop, then lifted them back to Hawk. "No. It wasn't."Lily stepped back, folding her arms tight over her chest. "So now what?"Hawk exhaled hard. "I don't know."Quill ran a hand down Hawk's side, sliding it beneath the hem of his shirt and holding it there. "It's not going away."Hawk nodded once, eyes still on him. "No. It's not."Quill kept his hand right where it was. "Feels worse when I try to ignore it."Hawk looked down at him, breathing unevenly now. "Feels better when you touch me."Quill didn't hesitate. His thumb moved against Hawk's ribs. "I always want to touch you."Hawk smiled faintly. "Good."He pulled Quill closer again. No kiss this time. He just
Fluid 55. Says No
The mop handle smacked into Quill's shin for the third time. Hawk stepped in beside him. "You're doing it wrong."Quill didn't look up. He swirled the mop in a wide circle, pushing dried blood off the tile like it had personally offended him. "There's no wrong way to clean old delta gore off a floor. How many did you kill again?"Hawk hovered near the bucket. "Several. You're using too much pressure."Quill twisted toward him. "Then you do it."Hawk leaned against the wall. "I did. The whole front half. I'm done."Quill sloshed the mop into the bucket and flicked water toward him with a smirk. "You just rushed so you could come watch me like a... well, a Hawk." Hawk stepped back with a grin and a wet splotch forming on his borrowed shirt. It was Quill's, loose around the shoulders. The collar slipped off one side. The hem had ridden up. Quill's eyes followed it and stayed there too long.Hawk tilted his head. "Keep looking. We'll end up on the floor again."Quill winked. "Promise?"H
Fluid 54. Without Shaking
He braced both hands to Hawk's thighs and let his mouth drag over a scar not yet faded. Hawk shivered. Quill dropped to his knees and took Hawk deep on the first stroke. No teasing. No slow buildup. He opened his mouth wide and worked him in, inch by inch until Hawk hit the back of his throat.The sound Hawk made was low and half-broken. It bounced off the bathroom tile and curled under Quill's skin. His hips jerked, instinct kicking in before he caught himself. He reached for Quill's hair and gripped hard. Not to guide him, not to hold him still, just to feel him. Just to stay connected. Quill growled softly.He adjusted his angle, jaw slack, tongue pressed flat. He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, then drove forward again. Quill's left hand braced against the wall. The right slid under Hawk's body and curled around him from behind, fingers gliding between his legs. He didn't hesitate. He worked him open with the same rhythm as his mouth. Slow at first, then deeper.Ha
Fluid 53. Suits You
"I don't want to be your Alpha."Quill shifted just enough to look up.The bond vibrated with confusion first. Then panic. Not doubt. Not hesitation. Real fear. It clawed under his skin, fast and brutal. It felt like a rejection without warning. Hawk felt it instantly. He swore under his breath. "That's not what I meant."Quill just tilted his head at him. Hawk sat up, drew a breath through his nose, and let it out slowly. Blood still marked his skin. The bruises hadn't totally vanished yet. Yet, the bond kept humming underneath, pulling at everything. Healing what was broken. He could feel it, and it had nothing to do with Quill submitting to him. "I just don't want that dynamic. I don't want you under me. I want you with me. Equal. My Alpha too, if you will."Quill blinked, then started to smirk. "That some new-age progressive werewolf shit? I wonder how the council will react."Hawk fought off wanting to roll his eyes. "You're laughing, but I'm serious.""I'm not." He leaned in c
Fluid 52. Be Your Alpha
The room stayed dark. Sealed shut. Blacklights hummed low and steady above them, casting everything in bruised violet. No windows, no clocks. It could've been midnight. It could've been noon. Time didn't reach in here.Quill moved first. He tried to stretch his legs, but his muscles pulled tight. His joints ached from staying twisted up in the same position too long. His muscles protested. He blinked against the dark, vision still blurry, and forced in a deep breath. The soreness had changed. No longer jagged. Now it was just a steady throb, sunk deep into tendons and spine.Hawk shifted beside him. Bare skin dragged against his ribs. Warm. Solid. He didn't move far. Didn't pull away. Their legs stayed tangled. One arm rested across Quill's stomach.It should've felt peaceful.There was a sharp and sudden commotion near the door. Plastic or cardboard. Something scraping against metal.Quill flinched. Hawk shot upright.Lily stood in the doorway holding two paper bags and a cardboard t
Fluid 51. I Want More
The forest closed in. Every branch scraped open skin. Every root waited to catch an ankle. Quill kept one arm tight around Hawk's ribs, and Hawk leaned in harder with each step. Their legs didn't move so much as drag forward, shredded by gravel and stiff from the shift. Nothing in them worked right. Nothing had settled yet.They didn't speak. The path to the edge of Hawk's land tilted in and out of view, soft with fog, harsh with light, never still. Every breath hurt. Talking would've meant letting go.The sound came fast. Branches cracking. Leaves scattering. Footfalls too heavy, too reckless. Human.Quill tensed. Hawk lifted his head.Then Lily appeared, tearing down the slope with both arms out like she'd fight the trees if she had to. Dirt streaked her jeans. Her jacket flapped open. Hair tangled across her face, caught in the brush she didn't bother to avoid."I've been screaming your names for two hours!" Her voice cracked. "Two! I thought you were dead. I thought one of you ki
