Whirlwind: A Hawk and Spenser Romance 7/?

Disclaimer: I do not own Spenser, Hawk, Susan or any of the other characters created by Robert B. Parker.
Rating: PG-13 for now. May go up in later chapters for violence and a bit of sexual content.
Warning: This fic contains slash, meaning a physical relationship between two male characters, namely Hawk and Spenser. (Hence the title.) If this squicks you please turn back now before you get upset. Will contain violence and a bit of Het in the first few chapters as well.

Getting Ready

Hawk and I ate breakfast in silence. I was preoccupied worrying about Susan, and I assume Hawk was content to let me, since he merely watched me seemingly cataloguing all of the emotions that flew across my face. I was afraid to leave my apartment in case Susan wasn't merely doped up on drugs and meant what she said last night. If that was the case I figured I might as well ask Hawk to shoot me right then, it would be a mite less painful. Suse has been this huge part of my life for so long that I couldn't even imagine my life without her.

"Visiting hours start in half 'n 'our." Hawk said, breaking me from my depressing thoughts.

"Hmm." I mumbled meaningfully staring at my overly large callused hands.

"You 'bout finished with that?" He asked gesturing to my plate.

"Yeah. It was good. Who knew you could side as a chef?" I asked flippantly, while I forced a smile at Hawk.

"There be lots you don't know about me, Spen-ser." Hawk told me softly as he walked into the kitchen, towel wrapped snuggly around his waist. I stared after him thoughtfully, thinking of the last day's events.

"So I'm coming to realize."

After the dished were cleared and I threw on a Red Sox jersey, I gathered my keys while Hawk perused my closet, looking for something to wear. He finally came out wearing an outfit similar to mine, although I caught my breath when he walked across the room. Hawk was wearing a pull over cardigan that I received one Christmas from a client trying to dress me up a bit. Eventually she realized I wasn't going to leave Susan for her and gave up, but I still had that nifty sweater to show for it.

It was long sleeved and midnight blue in color with a v-neck collar. With the sweater covering his chest like a second skin, Hawk picked out an old pair of blue jeans. Now Hawk and myself are similar in builds, but he is definitely leaner of leg, and his muscles are more defined. The effect was therefore startling. The jeans looked like they would cut off his circulation they were so tight. As he moved muscles rippled enticingly, and I had to look away before drool could form.

While I have in fact acknowledged that Hawk was good-looking for a man and I occasionally noticed that fact, this time like always, I put it from my mind convinced that a person would have to be dead not to appreciate Hawk's form. Since I am not in fact pushing up daisies, I saw no need to concern myself with it. I finished my discreet gaping and tucked my keys in my pocket before heading toward the door with Hawk at my heels.

He was so close that he almost ran me down when I stopped abruptly, all my courage abruptly leaving me. There we stood in silence as I looked almost unseeingly at the closed door, utterly convinced that if I simply did not leave my apartment things would be fine. I noticed the welcoming heat of Hawk's chest against my left side and without thinking moved back a step so that half of my back was plastered against him. He made no comment, simply waited until I got my breathing under control. As I stepped away I felt more like myself, although my stomach still had butterflies in it. I glanced over my shoulder to gage Hawk's reaction to my mini-breakdown, but he looked completely unfazed, as if nothing of importance just happened. Then again from his point of view maybe nothing had.