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It's Cozy Corner, the only place Hawk feels safe enough to bring Tim. He orders drinks on bar and when he turns around he sees some guy talking, no, flirting with Tim and pulling him by the arm lightly, Tim's smiling, clearly enjoying the attention, and explaining something to him.
"You're staring too hard," he hears Marcus' voice next to him. "Never thought I'd see you being jealous."
"I'm not," he answers too fast, a knee jerk reaction to deny any feelings for Tim.
"Sure," Marcus doesn't buy.
Hawk downs his glass in one gulp, counts to ten and tells himself that Tim has every right to talk to other guys before he sees Tim nodding and taking the guy's hand. A few seconds later they are dancing together, Tim's hand on guy's waist, guy's lips are way too close to Tim's ear, saying something that makes Tim laugh.
"Relax," Frankie appears by Hawk's side. "Let the boy have fun."
"I'm relaxed." Hawk lies, watching Tim putting his head on guy's shoulder, "we can see other people."
Frankie snorts.
"Except, you have anonymous, meaningless sex with other people with no attachments," Marcus says, "and he is not able to do anything without feelings involved."
"He's young, pure and and full of love," Frankie sings in Hawk's ear.
Hawk releases his fist he hasn't noticed he clenched and orders another drink.
It happens again next time they are in Cozy Corner.
"From the guy on two o'clock," Frankie sets a drink in front of Tim and winks. "You are popular here, honey."
Hawk watches Tim looking at the guy three tables from them and blush on his cheeks makes Hawk's stomach flip unpleasantly.
"Hey, Skippy?" Before his brain can catch up, he takes Tim's by his tie and pulls him into deep, filthy kiss. He puts one hand on Tim's thigh and another in his hair. He kisses him until the ugly feeling inside him replaces with heat, until Tim pulls back breathless, his big brown eyes dark and searching answers on Hawk's face.
"What was that for?" Tim murmurs.
Hawk leans to whisper in Tim's ear, darts a look at the guy who bought Tim's drink and smirks.
"Can't wait to take you home."
Hawk snaps during the roadtrip. The thought of Tim going home with someone from the bar makes the ugly feeling come back and Hawk looses control until I belong to Hawkins Fuller rings in his ears, louder than anything else.
Tim notices, after that, of course he does, and Hawk suspects, tries to make him jealous on purpose. He flirts with people in Cozy Corner knowing too well that it will make Hawk stick to his side all evening with his arm wrapped around Tim's waist possessively and after that, when they will leave, Hawk would suck bruising marks on his collarbones, where Tim can hide them from curious eyes. Hawk tries not to play this game but every time Tim's attention is given someone else, he sees red and does something stupid to get that attention back.
Like right now, when he is slow dancing with Tim while Stormé sings something sexy, because Tim got not one, but three drinks from three different men tonight and he looked so happy, Hawk needed to do something bigger to make Tim happier because of him.
"I like when you're acting possessive," Tim's three drinks are starting to show, as he slurs in Hawk's ear. He really shouldn't find it that adorable. He really shouldn't be that relieved that Tim didn't use the word 'jealous'. He really shouldn't be here with Tim at all. "Marking you territory, showing everyone I belong to you."
Fuck. For a second Hawk forgets everything he shouldn't do.
"Mmm, I wish you could mark me in visible places," Tim continues, and the thought of leaving hickeys on his neck sends a bolt of electricity down Hawk's spine. "So everybody would know I'm yours."
It is a game and Tim's winning.
It's San Francisco, 32 years later and Hawk's heart is breaking for the thousandth time.
Go home, Hawk, Tim said, where you belong.
He comes to the hospital one last time. Tim is there, of course and of course he is not asleep as Hawk hoped.
"Don't worry, I came to pick up my things," he explains. Tim nods.
"I'll make it easy for you, as you asked. I'm going home," Hawk says. "But I think we've both always known that I belong to you, Skippy."
The knowing look on Tim's face is the last thing he sees before leaving.