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Even in his dream Hawks knew that he was forgetting something. Something quite important and urgent, pressing at the back of his mind and demanding his attention, a feel of impending doom that Hawks couldn’t make sense of. He opened his eyes, just barely, and closed them immediately after with a groan. The sun was too bright and his head was pounding like crazy. Maybe that was where the bad feeling came from. He turned around in bed and felt a presence stirring beside him. “Ah, right,” thought the part of his brain that wasn’t falling back asleep, “It’s the guy from last night.”
It had been at a beach party, one he didn’t want to join, but was forced to by Rumi’s insistence. He apparently needed to have fun, and she needed to sleep without worrying for him. Thus, beach party. It was at a beautiful seaside location, with colorful lanterns, palm trees and good music. Hawks didn’t know a lot of people and quickly found himself at the open bar. His current nauseous self made the promise to never touch a pink drink ever again. While he was drinking the night away he spotted a gorgeous man with blue eyes doing the same thing. So, he sent a drink his way (“This one’s on me!” he proudly announced, but the stranger didn’t look amused. “It’s free,” was his dry reply, before accepting it with a grin. “But it’s the thought that counts, isn't it?”) and they spent a good part of the night shamelessly flirting. He remembered thinking, “What the hell, I'm here to have fun,” and inviting the stranger to his hotel room. It had been a good idea, since the man had beautiful long fingers.
The annoying trill of a ringtone woke him up fully. He rubbed his eyes and sent a feather out to turn his phone off. But it wasn’t his phone that was ringing. The guy with the blue eyes shot up in the bed, furiously searching for his phone. Hawks was too sleepy to help him out.
“What’s the hurry,” he mumbled while his eyes were trained on the other’s back. There was a burn scar running from his left shoulder to the base of his spine. He was about to trace it with his fingers but the guy got up from the bed. Hawks let his hand fall on the covers.
“Where’s my damn phone?” he said, looking through the sheets, throwing around random articles of clothing he found on the ground. He didn’t stop once to look at Hawks. “Do you know where it is?”
Hawks wondered why the morning had to be so frenetic, and if the stranger also had a horrible headache. He took a moment to concentrate on the sound. “Probably in the bathroom. It’s too muted to be coming from this room,” he said while getting up on his elbows to see the guy better. He had probably told him his name at the start of the night, but Hawks had been way too drunk and focused on making a good impression to remember.
The guy ran to the bathroom and started quickly dressing as he answered the phone. Hawks fell back on the bed. The ceiling of the hotel room was plain and white, but Hawks couldn’t complain since he hadn’t paid for it. That was what made him realize. He grabbed his phone. Half past eight. He was so fucking dead.
He barged into the bathroom as the guy was putting on his shirt. “It’s going to be fine,” he reassured the person he was talking on the phone with. He sounded vaguely annoyed. “I said it’s fine, stop worrying! No… No, listen I do care, that’s why—” he locked eyes with Hawks who was trying to get his attention. “I’ll be there,” he said before hanging up.
“Not to interrupt,” Hawks started, “But I realized I’m about to be late to my best friend’s wedding, and I’m the best man, so… leave?”
The stranger looked momentarily taken aback. He gave Hawks a weird look, as if he knew something that Hawks didn’t. “Yeah, I was leaving anyway.”
He got his leather jacket and his boots and stepped into the hallway. Before Hawks could close the door, the stranger grinned and said, “See you later.”
Hawks was left feeling again as if he had missed something, but he had no time to dwell on it. The wedding was in an hour and he technically should have already been in Rumi’s suite to help her get ready. But first things first, he had to get rid of the headache. He spent way too much time rummaging through his luggage, making a mess in the already messy room, but thankfully found a bottle that had one pill in it. For how long had it been in that suitcase? He shrugged and took it anyway.
He took a record winning shower, almost slipped and broke his neck in the hurry to get out (too fast for his own good, ect ect), and got into the suit without ripping or staining it. He checked the fit into the floor length mirror in his bedroom. He looked… decent. His suit was a rich navy blue color, with gold accents. Fuyumi had been the one to pick out the outfits. The dark circles under his eyes weren’t that noticeable, and his red earring complimented the color of his wings. He tried to comb his hair to make it less messy and more… purposefully messy. He kind of failed but he didn’t have time to fix it better.
He left his room in a hurry, barely checking if he had his phone and wallet, and almost flew down the stairs. He called Rumi while he exited the hotel.
“Where the fuck are you?” Rumi shouted as soon as she picked up. “You had to be here half an hour ago.”
He could tell that she was this close to hanging him with her veil. “I had a little… setback. I’m heading to the beach now, I don’t think I have enough time to stop by.”
“No shit! When I see you, you better have a broken arm, ‘cause that’s the only “setback” I’ll accept.”
“Yes, sir!” She had all the reasons to be angry. He swore to himself that for the rest of the day he would have been on his best behavior. “So, how are you feeling?”
“I’m dying. I don’t know why I decided to do this. She is so beautiful, how can I fucking deserve her? I… don’t you dare laugh!”
Hawks had to use all his concentration to stop snickering. “Laughing? Who’s laughing? Not me. I’m pretty sure she feels the same, Rumi.”
She let out a frustrated sigh. “Should I call her? Maybe she suddenly changed her mind and doesn’t want to do this anymore.”
Finally he could see the ceremony set up; the white chairs glistered in the morning sun, blending in perfectly with the blue and white roses framing the wedding aisle. Hawks mentally congratulated himself, he had done a great job setting it up the day before. “I doubt she changed her mind,” he said while he spotted one of Fuyumi’s brothers. He was the one that had helped him with the decorations. “But call her. She’s gonna tell you how much she loves you and how she can’t wait to marry you. But make it short, half of your guests are already here.”
“You are not helping, dude,” she complained, but the worry in her voice was almost completely gone. “I’ll call her. We’ll see each other soon, ok?”
“Yup,” he agreed. “Kick ass, Rumi.”
She laughed and it made him smile too. “You got it, dude.”
Hawks hung up just as he reached Fuyumi's brother. Natsuo was dressed in his same blue outfit and he looked entirely out of his element, like a duck on a football field. “Just called the bride,” he said, “She’s freaking out.”
Natsuo nodded. “My sister’s too. Mostly because our brother is late and… well, it’s a bit complicated. I won’t bore you with our family drama.”
Hawks was intrigued, from what Rumi had told him “drama” may not have been the right word to describe what had happened in the Tododroki household, especially when it concerned Shouto. Not for nothing the biggest absence at the wedding, both because he was a massive man and also because he was a massive asshole, was Endeavor. Hawks couldn’t blame Fuyumi in the slightest. He smiled at Natsuo. “I’m just as guilty. Rumi was ready to chop my head off.”
“They must be so stressed…” Natsuo trailed off and their conversation reached an awkward pause. Hawks gave him a fake smile as he agreed, looking around to find something to talk about.
He spotted Shouto on a chair near the front, so uncomfortable that he may as well been sitting on needles. “Oh look, your brother made it!”
Natsuo turned around and scanned the crowd. He had a dubious look on his face. “I don’t see him anywhere… Maybe you mistook him for someone else?”
“I mean, he’s pretty distinctive, with the whole ‘half red half white hair’.” Hawks wondered if Natsuo needed glasses.
“Ah, no, no,” Natsuo was smiling, and Hawks had the feeling that he was laughing at him. “Touya’s the one who's late. Shouto has been here since seven.”
“Oh, right!” Hawks agreed while a giant light bulb turned on in his mind. Fuyumi’s oldest brother was the one reluctant to come to the wedding. Rumi had complained about it while they were picking the napkins’ color (white with gold accents). He didn’t know much else about that guy and didn’t exactly want to admit it to Natsuo. “Well, good talk! I’ll go say hi to Rumi’s parents,” he said to get out of the conversation.
He made his rounds of greetings, signed one of Fuyumi’s colleagues' tissues – he made a mental note to avoid that girl like the plague – and finally took his place in the front row, only a few seats away from Shouto. He could barely sit still, both from excitement and for the back of the chair digging into his wings.
In about ten minutes the brides would have walked down the aisle. He was in the middle of searching for a tissue in case he got a bit too emotional when he heard Natsuo exclaim: “Finally! We were starting to think you had run away, Touya!”
And Hawks should have probably seen it coming. He should have known that he couldn’t have one day of uneventful peace and quiet.
He curiously raised his eyes and he was met with the exact same guy that had been in his bed less than an hour ago. His hair was white, not black, and he was wearing Hawks’ same navy blue suit, not leather, but there was no mistake. It was him. That was Fuyumi’s brother. Fuck.
Hawks had no time to find a place to hide because the wedding march started playing and everyone hurried to their seats. And, of course, since they were all part of the wedding party, they were seated together. More precisely, this Touya guy sat right next to him.
Touya shot him an amused glance and Hawks sank into the chair. He had no desire to discuss the previous night, or the morning or anything for that matter. Thankfully Ryukyu and Mt Lady arrived at that moment – Ryukyu was Rumi’s maid of honor and Mt Lady was her plus one (“In a straight way,” she had commented in an interview, “I just wanted the free food”) – and he immediately struck up a conversation.
His heart was beating so fast that he was sure it could be heard over the wedding march. When he had approached him at the bar he was 100% sure that he would’ve never seen him again, so his opinion of him didn’t matter. Who cares if a stranger saw him getting drunk off his ass?
But now, he is not a stranger anymore. He is Fuyumi’s brother. Whose he’s stuck with for the entire day. Hawks said hello to his mother ten minutes ago! And this guy saw him naked!
Before he could spiral and curse every decision he took since that point, the brides arrived. Everyone stood up and Hawks decided to keep his meltdown for after the ceremony. They were both radiant. In their elegant white dresses, Fuyumi holding a bouquet of blue and white roses, they looked like they were walking on clouds. Hawks should’ve continued searching for that tissue because he surely needed it now.
The ceremony went smoothly and Hawks was able to ignore the very attractive problem seated next to him almost entirely. He got teary eyed again during the vows and Mt Lady teased him for it (he elbowed her) and thankfully he didn’t have to stand besides Touya for pictures.
+
Hawks prayed to all the gods he knew to not be seated next to Touya. Apparently, the gods liked to laugh at his pain because he found himself sitting right across from him. It made sense, it was the table reserved for the wedding party and closest friends, but at least the universe could have given him Natsuo to stare at.
Not that Touya was bad to look at. On the contrary. If Hawks hadn't thought he was attractive, he wouldn't have approached him at the bar. He had had an aura of mystery and danger around him, eyes so blue Hawks could've drowned in them. Now, it was different. Still the most beautiful human he had ever seen, but more refined, as if his rough edges had been sanded down. It was probably the white hair and the expensive suit, but Hawks could also see it in the way he acted. As if he was playing a part.
Some of his “bad-boy” persona remained, though. He still had his cheeks and chin pierced, as well as his ears. And, well, he probably still had the tongue piercing too, right?
The memory of that tongue licking along his neck almost made him combust on the spot. In that exact moment, Touya’s eyes met his. That grin could've killed him. “See something you like?”
“I…”
“Hawks-san!” A female voice called from beside him. Hawks hadn't even noticed that someone was sitting there. His relief soon turned into annoyance. It was the girl who had begged for his signature earlier. “Do you want some water? You look so red!”
Touya had the audacity to snort.
“Ah, yes. Thank you,” he said with a strained smile.
She proceeded to fill his glass while radiating happiness. Hawks tried to remember the name she had told him when he had signed her tissue. Aiko? Akane? He didn’t have the faintest clue. As soon as she finished pouring he decided to drown his sorrows in water. Very pointedly not looking at Touya.
“So, Hawks-san! Are you single?”
The water went down the wrong way and he had to cough his soul out to stay alive. The girl patted his shoulder with a concerned look. When he managed to regain some composure he spat out, “What?”
“Well, you didn’t bring a plus one!”
Usually a similar question wouldn’t have bothered him. He would jokingly flirt with the person asking (“I guess it’s your lucky day, then,” or something) but now he couldn’t. Not with Touya sitting right there. It felt wrong to flirt while your one-night stand was staring at you.
“I’m not interested in seeing people at the moment,” he managed to answer.
“What a shame.” Hawks’ eyes snapped into Touya’s, who still had that sardonic smile. He was leaning on the table, looking at him as if he was the most interesting person at the venue. Hawks’ heart missed a beat. The moment was interrupted by maybe-Akane high pitched giggles.
“What’s so funny?” Touya asked with the tone of voice of someone who would have preferred to talk to a beetle.
“I was just, uhm, thinking…” She giggled again, covering her mouth with a hand. “If you ever get interested again…”
Hawks needed at least two glasses of wine to keep this conversation going without slapping someone or kissing someone else. Even if the wine wouldn’t have helped with the latter. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
“You’re not his type,” Touya said at the same time. Hawks' strained smile grew. A part of him was kicking his feet and coloring hearts around Touya’s name, and the other was smashing his face with a hammer. Why was he making this conversation more difficult?
“I think I can decide by myself who’s my type.”
“Sure you do. But from what you had told me last night…”
“Ah!” He laughed even if all he wanted to do was scream. “Funny. What about you?”
Touya rested his face on his hand and contemplated him for three long seconds (Hawks kept count). His lips looked so soft in the restaurant lighting. “Not heroes,” he said slowly.
This time, Hawks laughed genuinely. “You must hate having to sit across from me then.”
“Yeah.” He sighed, “You’re actually confirming a lot of my assumptions. Try lying less, maybe I’ll like you more.”
Akane seemed ready to defend him, which Hawks very much didn’t need, but thankfully Natsuo, seated next to Touya, spoke up. “When have you met each other? I didn't want to interrupt this lovers spat before but I was thinking about it and… Tou, didn't you arrive this morning?”
“Your plane was late,” Shouto added from beside Hawks.
“It was early morning.”
“You said ‘last night’,” Natsuo pointed out.
“I consider two a.m. to be night-time.”
Hawks glanced at Touya’s brothers. Shouto was nodding along, while Natsuo looked so suspicious it was almost comical. Hawks hid his smile behind a cough. He wasn’t sure why Touya didn’t want them to know that he had arrived the night before, but as long as he didn’t tell his brothers – or worse his sister! – about their encounter, he didn’t care.
When the food was served, they all momentarily forgot their struggles in favor of sashimi.
“So Hawks,” Natsuo pointed at him with his half full glass of wine, “Was casually up at two in the morning, coincidentally met you, and you… talked about… your ideal partners?”
“Yes.” Hawks replied without missing a beat. “I couldn’t sleep, you know, nerves, and I decided to take a walk. I met him in the reception hall.” Natsuo wasn’t being fooled, but looking like a liar was better than looking like the guy who fucked his brother the night before.
Akane gasped and Hawks got suddenly reminded of her presence. “He told you who his ideal woman is?” she asked Touya, who was busy distancing the vegetable decorations from the raw fish.
If looks could kill Akane would have been subjected to an execution involving coffins, honey and insects. Hawks almost felt bad for her, she didn’t seem like a bad person, but he had been subjected to too many awe-struck fans who didn’t understand personal boundaries to actually be sympathetic.
“You should ask him.” Touya was also being a little shit, but he smelled of lavender and Hawks might as well have been a bee. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun too.
“I don’t have an ideal type. Merely preferences. For darker hair, for example.”
“Touya usually dyes his hair black.” Shouto helpfully commented.
“Oh really?” Before he could add something that he would have regretted, a very familiar hand shook him by the shoulder.
“Dude!” Rumi was smiling from ear to ear. “I’m fucking married! Can you believe it? I literally have the hottest wife on the planet.”
Fuyumi shook her head while hiding a smile. “We came by to say hi, and thank you for coming!”
Ah, yes, Rumi had talked about how annoying it was having to stop eating to go say “hello” to all the guests, but Fuyumi thought of it as polite and fun, so she decided to suck it up. Not that she actually minded, Hawks could see little hearts appearing around her.
“You’re welcome.” Nodded Shouto, “Is there going to be soba later?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Littleroki, of course there is.”
Natsuo snorted while repeating “Littleroki” under his breath. Shouto didn’t seem to mind, he smiled, satisfied by the promise of soba. Touya rolled his eyes.
“I’m so happy you managed to come, Touya,” Fuyumi said, even if the corners of her smile looked strained.
“You gave us all a heart-attack this morning,” scolded Natsuo before drinking another glass of wine. “For a second, we thought you bailed on us…” He trailed off, eyes locking on Hawks. “Wait… weren’t you also late this morning?”
“Mhm-mhm,” Rumi flicked him on the forehead. “He’s lucky I love him.”
He gave her a strained answer while using all of his energy not to look at Touya. It felt like an itch that he needed to scratch. He had to see if Touya had realized that Natsuo knew (probable) and what to do about it (murder wasn’t an option). But he knew that just a look in his direction would have given Natsuo the confirmation he needed and made Rumi suspicious. Which would have been Bad.
“Oh, look! The second course is being served! You should go enjoy that!” Hawks tried to misdirect the brides’ attention but Fuyumi’s ears had already perked up.
“Also?” She turned to Touya, “What did you do?”
Touya’s expression went ice cold. “Are you saying that him not waking up is my fault? Always is, right?”
“Not what I meant! But Natsu said–”
“Natsuo’s talking out of his ass. As he usually does.”
Natsuo made an offended protest while Fuyumi took a very deep sigh. She stapled a smile on her face. “I apologize…”
“Fuck off.” Touya threw his napkin on the table before getting up and marching out of the restaurant.
They all watched him go away, no one daring to say anything. Shouto was picking at his food, while Natsuo stared at his glass. Rumi whispered something at Fuyumi and she shook her head. “We have a lot of other guests to welcome, enjoy your food!” When they left Rumi shot Hawks a look.
Natsuo and Shouto stayed silent until the fourth course, while Akane asked Hawks sporadic questions. When cold homemade soba was served, Shouto spoke up. “Should we go call him?”
“I’m not going,” Natsuo said without looking up from his plate.
Shouto seemed to ponder the idea, but didn’t make a move to get up. Hawks had a very surface knowledge of what was going on but…
“I can call him.” He stood up before anyone could agree. “It’s not like it’s going to get cold anyway.”
+
The restaurant in itself wasn’t big, but it overlooked the sea and the beach was vast but thankfully empty. Rumi and Fuyumi had gone above and beyond to guarantee the privacy of their guests. He walked around, taking advantage of the loneliness to relax, until he found a secluded spot, not visible from the restaurant. And there was Touya. He was sitting against a rock, his polished shoes not shiny anymore but covered in sand. Occasionally he took a drag of his cigarette, eyes stuck to the sea. He noticed Hawks approaching but he didn’t look his way.
“They sent you?” He mocked while putting off the cigarette in the sand.
Hawks sat next to him. “You arrived yesterday.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted? Lying to cover up our extremely embarrassing night?”
Hawks flicked some sand off his trousers. He hoped they wouldn't get too dirty. “This is not about me. You met me yesterday, there’s no way…”
“So you would’ve told Natsuo that we fucked?”
“Ugh no, I couldn't look him in the eye if I did. But that’s not the point. Why didn’t you want to go to your sister’s wedding?”
Touya sighed. “Because nothing is easy in this fucking family. I told them my plane was late so I could pretend that it wasn’t my fault if I decided not to come. See, Fuyumi believes that we should do everything to maintain the happy family image. She didn’t invite our father only because Natsuo refused to attend if she did. Point is, we aren’t a happy family. I don’t want to pretend we are. And for that she thinks I don’t care about her. Natsuo is more similar to me but “makes an effort for our sister”, so I always look like the bad guy. If something goes wrong it’s always my fucking fault.”
“That sucks.”
“Woah, great empathy,” Touya said.
Hawks was still thinking over what he had said to properly answer. Touya’s dislike for heroes most likely came from Endeavor, he had some ideas about the why but he'll have to explore them another moment, so there was nothing actually wrong with Hawks himself, right?
“Did you go with me for some sort of revenge?”
For some reason that made Touya smile. “The only thing I had planned was getting hammered. Wedding or not, I didn’t want to waste plane tickets. You were there, you’re hot, even if not exactly my type, and I thought, why the fuck not?”
Hawks glared at him. “First, fuck you, I’m the best of the best. Second, is this about my job? Again?”
Touya gave him a mischievous smile. “Would you say that if I were a murderer?”
“That’s not a job.”
“Aw, are you scared? The hero too scared for his own good.”
Hawks playfully shoved him. “My body count is higher than yours.”
“Doubt it, you’ve got no game.”
Hawks gaped at him in mock offense. “Excuse you? I pulled you didn’t I?”
“And it was the best thing that had ever happened to you.”
Hawks shook his head with an amused smile. “You’re way too full of yourself.”
Touya was fully turned towards him now. Hawks hadn’t realized how little distance there was between them. His cologne was everything he could smell, it permeated his brain and held him in its grasp. Touya's fingers traced a path along his jawline to his neck. Hawks swallowed and his eyes fell on Touya’s soft lips. “Of course I am, if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Desperate again?” he asked while squeezing his thigh ever so gently.
“Do you know what I wanted to do to you when I saw you in this fucking suit?”
Hawks smiled and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Show me.”
Touya pulled him closer by the neck and—
“TOUYA!”
They shot apart. Shouto’s voice echoes through the beach. “WHERE ARE YOU?”
They exchanged a look before Touya called for him. Shouto found them easily, and Hawks hoped that his cheeks weren’t still red.
“Hi,” he said when he arrived. “Are you going to eat your soba? If not, I'd like to have it.”
“You came all the way here to talk about noodles?” Touya asked.
Shouto shrugged. “Yes. Also, Fuyumi is waiting for you for the dance.”
“Fuyumi…?”
“Since Endeavor is not here.”
Touya groaned but he got up anyway, brushing the sand off his clothes. Hawks was sure they’ll find some everywhere for the next four years. “Come on, you annoying brat,” Touya said while gesturing to Shouto to follow. They left the secluded cove and Hawks felt the remains of Touya’s touch disappear from his skin.
+
When they arrived the space outside had already been cleared, providing an ample dance floor overlooking the ocean. Hawks grabbed someone’s abandoned glass of champagne, as an excuse to avoid dancing, and followed Touya as he made his way between the other guests. Rumi and Fuyumi’s dance made him smile, he even recorded a video like a sentimental mother, making sure to capture every ugly face Rumi made. When Touya grabbed Fuyumi’s hand, Hawks felt a pang of jealousy. Irrational, of course. That was his sister. Still, a big part of him wanted his hands on his waist, holding him like the most precious of flowers. He put the glass down. The alcohol fumes may have had a weird effect on him. He kept filming, but with shaky hands, and he had to admit that Fuyumi wasn’t in many of the shots.
Soon other people joined the dance floor, spurred on by the wine and good music. Hawks stayed in his comfortable corner, until Touya spotted him in the crowd. He walked towards him, beautiful and blinding as fresh snow, and Hawks knew that he wouldn’t have been able to not kiss him. He had to get to a more private place. A “Rumi won’t see me make out with her brother in law” place. He turned on his feet and marched inside the venue, bumped into a waiter, apologized, and closed himself in the bathroom.
He only had the time to check if the two stalls were empty before Touya was on him. His wings were pressed against the wall while Touya’s hot mouth captured his. He tilted his head and kissed him like a starving man. Hawks felt hot all over. It started from his fingertips and it burned all the way to his cheeks. Touya tasted of wine and smoke, and Hawks needed to drink him. He shuddered when Touya licked his lips. The barbell on his tongue intensified the sensation, leaving Hawks gasping for more. Touya smiled on his lips. “Who’s desperate now?” he whispered.
Hawks smiled. He raked his fingers through Touya’s hair, keeping him just a breath away. Touya tried to brush their lips together but a light tug on his hair kept him in place. “I think it’s still you,” Hawks answered.
Touya didn’t answer. His eyes were hypnotized by Hawks’ wet lips. “Are you cockblocking us too?”
Hawks’ eyes widened and he pushed Touya away. “We need to close the door.”
He quickly turned the key, thanking all the saints that the ante-bathroom could be locked. Before he could check if the door was properly closed Touya grabbed his wrist and pulled. He got enveloped by sweet lavender, while Touya mouthed his neck. He loosened his tie and opened the first buttons of his shirt before biting his collarbone. A soft, needy sound escaped Hawks’ lips. He pressed Touya closer, gasping for air, while he sucked a new mark on the skin to keep company at the ones from the night before.
“Not too high up,” he breathed.
“Don’t worry,” he licked a long stripe along his neck, “I’ll be your dirty little secret.”
Hawks grasped his arm. He was out of breath already. “I’m– serious.”
Touya grinned on his neck before capturing his lips. “Me too. And since this is the last time, let’s make it count.”
He flipped them, lifted Hawks on the counter and opened his legs. Hawks had to avert his eyes, Touya’s were too hot to look into without melting. He looked at the intricate ceiling while Touya’s hand slid from his knees to his thighs. His fingers brushed over the seam of his pants and Hawks bucked his hips into his hand. “We don’t, God, we don’t have time for teasing.”
“You’re just impatient.” Touya squeezed him over his pants and Hawks had to cover his mouth to suppress a moan. He didn’t want any of the wedding guests to hear him. “But today is your lucky day, because I’m too.”
He left Hawks’ trousers and started unbuttoning his own. Hawks followed suit, opening them enough to free himself. His mouth was on Touya yet again, pulling him by the tie and licking into his mouth. A moan escaped his lips when Touya grinded their hips together. It was soon swallowed by Touya’s too eager mouth.
“Fuck,” Touya said. He licked Hawks’ hand, tongue dancing between his fingers. If they had more time Hawks would’ve shoved him on the floor, on his knees, and fucked his mouth until he cried. But the wedding wouldn’t have stopped for them, and Hawks needed to come before anyone else interrupted them. He took both of them in his hand and Touya moaned in his mouth. He started stroking them, slow, while their breath mingled in the air.
“More,” Touya moaned, “Don’t stop, fuck.”
Hawks was very happy to comply. He sped up his hand while his other found purchase in Touya’s hair. He pulled lightly and Touya whimpered, thrusting into his hand. “Oh, God, Birdie…”
Hawks felt a wave of pleasure flush over him. Touya’s little sounds turned him on beyond measure. Fuck, he was already close. He hadn’t even drunk anything. His movements became more erratic, he threw his head back into the mirror. "Touya I’m… Mhm…”
“Yes, yes, me too...” Touya searched his suit jacket for his pocket square. He smiled when he found the little gold handkerchief. When he saw Hawks' expression he smacked him in the face with it. “You’ve got a better idea?”
Hawks shook his head. “Can’t think right now. Whatever works.”
Touya wrapped the handkerchief over their tips and Hawks had to cover his mouth. The soft fabric rubbing against him was almost too much. “Touya,” he said, like a prayer. Touya kept thumbing their heads, the tissue slowly getting damp. He licked Hawks lips and that was enough to push him over the edge.
He held onto Touya’s shoulders while he stroked him through it. When it got too much he pushed his hand away. He was still catching his breath when his trembling fingers wrapped around Touya’s cock. Knowing that the handkerchief was dirty with his come made Hawks feel so hot he’ll have to take a moment to consider why the hell was that. Touya followed him soon after, his name on his lips and his nails digging in Hawks’ side.
They took a moment to catch their breath before assessing the damage. They got lucky. Most of their clothes were clean, even if rumpled. Touya threw away his pocket square and used Hawks’ own to clean them up as best as he could.
“Not bad, Birdie.” Touya started fixing himself in front of the mirror, the distance between them left chills on Hawks’ spine.
He couldn't focus. Now that it was over Touya’s words kept swirling in his mind, a hurricane of doubts and nostalgia. He let his head rest against the cool mirror, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “It doesn’t have to be the last time. We can find some sort of arrangement that works for both.”
Touya smoothed his shirt. “My life dream isn’t being your side chick.”
“We could try to…” He made a vague gesture with his hand.
“Very convincing.”
“I just… Can we start small?” Touya looked at him, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Hawks got down from the counter, closed his pants, and held out his hand. “Care for a dance?”
Touya smiled. “Wash first.”
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Touya had approached his sister’s wedding with a sense of fatalism. He knew there would’ve been unpleasant moments, Shouto’s presence was enough to guarantee it, and that the highest moment would have been taking pictures of Natsuo drunk. He wasn’t expecting anything more.
The night before he thought he had made a mistake. A mistake that would’ve been entertaining for the wedding day, and that should’ve been it. A little game he could’ve played to fend off boredom. A famous person like Hawks would have forgotten him by the end of the day.
But their hands were clasped together and he was guiding him on the cramped dance floor. And Hawks was so bright Touya should’ve brought sunscreen. He didn’t know how they were going to make this thing work, but when Hawks’ eyes were the color of honey, he believed everything possible.
Touya felt happy. Until he saw Fuyumi and Mirko’s gloating faces.
“I know this was an important moment for us,” he whispered in Hawks’ ear. “But if those two know that we got together at their wedding we’ll never hear the end of it.”
Hawks looked over his shoulder at Mirko, who was grinning like a proud shark. He laughed. “Sure. We have never met.”