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September 2020 Drabble #2
🕑 Added 2020-09-12 08:00:02 +0000 UTC“I do not have attitude problems!”
Hawks watches the #1 have his little temper tantrum, a tranquil smile on his face.
“Please no fireworks inside here. You’ll get doused for sure,” he interjects mildly when he sees a few sparks sputtering in and out of life along Endeavor’s impressive jaw line. God, Hawks wants to sit on it and ride him into the sunset…
Endeavor whirls around to him. He’s hunched over a little, huge hands curling into fists at his sides, then relaxing again. It would probably be more intimidating if he weren’t wearing only a towel at this point. Hawks ignores his raging bull routine in favor of looking him up and down and enjoying the view.
“Don’t you dare-”
“Listen, #1. I’m not the one that has given you the order, alright? I’m just the poor little boy that has been chosen to rub all your big… bulging… hunky muscles until you’re nice and pliant.”
His voice has dropped low as he said it. Endeavor blinks, then recoils somewhat. He looks completely out of his depth. Nobody has probably come on to him this blatantly yet.
“What did you say?”
“Here,” Hawks says quickly, pretending he didn’t hear him. He steps to the side and pats the massage chair. “Sit down. The sooner we start, the sooner it is over with, yes? I’m the absolute best on my field. Nobody’ll leave this room with any tension left in their-”
“What’s that?!” Endeavor’s voice climbs an impressive amount. He stares at the massage chair, flames licking around his body again.
Hawks smiles and sends out a few feathers that curl around the arms and legs of the huge man and urge him closer. Using his moment of confusion, he nudges him to sit down.
“It’s a massage chair. Well- it’s kind of a gynecologist’s chair, but I use it for massages. Trust me… you’ll love it. I’m an absolute pro.”
Endeavor has obediently crawled onto it but balks when he hears the word ‘gynecologist’. Hawks is used to that. His feathers keep his limbs pinned and he smiles at him, hands up at his shoulders.
“Calm down, big boy. All’s well. It’s just us guys, right? You’ll love it. I promise you. N’ my lips are sealed.”
He mimes zipping his mouth shut. Endeavor seems to be a little bit calmed by it. He doesn’t fight the feathers for a moment, at least.
“I do not see how you intend to get to every muscle this way…”
Hawks grins at him and reaches out, grasping a corner of Endeavor’s towel.
“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head about that, #1…”
He pulls it away with gusto.
