Disclaimer: I do not own Spenser, Hawk, Susan or any of the other characters created by Robert B. Parker.
Rating: T 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.
A Fateful Fall
With my overheated face leaning against Hawk's shoulder, I was taken by surprise when suddenly he fell backwards. I got caught up in a tangle of legs and landed heavily on top of him. The impact knocked the air from my lungs and caused me to crack my head on the tiled wall of the shower. As I lay sprawled on Hawk, he moved his left leg and thigh in an attempt to dislodge me.
"Damn. What have you been eating, bawse?" Hawk asked sarcastically from underneath me, causing his chest to rumble slightly.
"Give me a minute for my head to stop pounding, will ya?" I asked snippily running my fingers over the back of my head.
When they came away bloodied I began to move slightly in an attempt to get up so that I could check how bad I was injured. I got to my knees, startling Hawk unintentionally, when my vision blurred and I lost my balance. Hawk grabbed my shoulders, stopping my downward momentum.
"Let's try that slowly now."
It is just my luck to get a concussion in the bathroom after all of the hazardous things I've been involved in. As I stood swaying in the shower stall I began grumbling internally. I was woozy when Hawk began to lead me from the bathroom and into a room three doors down. I saw Hawk's shotgun lying on the bed along with an opened set of luggage.
"Sit down, man. Let me check your head out."
I sat gingerly on Hawk's bed while he went to get a damp cloth to clean the blood away. Once he returned I had to stop from twitching when he stood over me, his thighs between my opened legs, his head bent over mine. As he patted the back of my head gently, I had to force myself to concentrate on the relentless pounding of my head so that I didn't have any inappropriate reactions to Hawk's proximity.
"It doesn't look too deep." Hawk told me as he moved closer and bent my head down. I tried to shuffle away when my body betrayed me, hoping Hawk wouldn't notice, unfortunately he had my head in an implacable grip and I couldn't change position. He looked down our bodies when he felt 'Little Spenser,' who was very happy to see him.
"What?" I asked innocently. "I'm a masochist. I get off on pain. Didn't you know?"
"That I did not."
"Well there's a lot about me you don't know about me." I answered cheekily, throwing his own words back in Hawk's face. I figured if I was casual enough there was a possibility that he would take my explanation at face value.
"So I am coming to realize."
I moved slightly uncomfortable, only to notice Hawk had much the same reaction as I. My breath quickened in excitement and I cleared my suddenly tight throat.
"Yeah, well what's your excuse?"
"Do I need one?"