The light coming through the blinds was purple and grey. It would be dark before long. Miguel had lost track of time of how long he and Hawk had simply lied there relaxing on his bed after the last kiss had broke and their enthusiasm had been satiated.
At some point, Hawk had turned over. Miguel simply watched the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed, deep in his own thoughts. After a while, he wondered if Hawk had fallen asleep. If so, he didn't necessarily want to disturb him, but, well….
Propping himself up on an elbow, resting his cheek in his open palm, Miguel stared at the hawk tattooed on his back. He was tempted to trace the outline of the raptor with his fingers, but remembered what Hawk had said about light touches. So Miguel raked them through his loose red hair instead. He didn't get to do it often, and he enjoyed it when he could.
That got Hawk to look over his shoulder and then roll over. He looked a little shy. Miguel wondered why.
Closing his eyes, Miguel kissed him slowly, more gently than he had earlier, letting him know there was no reason to be diffident. When he reopened his eyes, he smiled. "Hey."
"Hey," Hawk returned. He sounded fatigued.
"You wanna watch a movie or something?" suggested Miguel.
Hawk ran his hand lazily up his arm and over his shoulder. "I'm pretty tired," he admitted. He let that statement, as well as his hand, linger for a lengthy moment, and Miguel wondered if he was waiting for him to make a suggestion.
There was an unspoken question, maybe the one that was bringing the shyness out of Eli. Miguel could guess what it was, and he imagined them taking advantage of just how comfortable they were right now. He could curl right up close to Eli, wrap his arms around him, close his eyes, and the two of them could fall asleep to the sound of each other's breathing.
He wanted to speak that suggestion out loud. It sounded so nice.
But, well….
Miguel felt his ears flush. He knew he couldn't let Eli fall asleep in his bed. Much less when he was sharing it with him.
And, catching his eyes for a second, he knew Eli knew that, too.
The shyness melted off Hawk's face at the lingering quiet, hardening into a guarded expression. Miguel was sorry to see it happen, but what could he say?
"I should probably go home," Hawk mumbled, running his hands once through his hair and getting off the bed; he didn't sound angry, merely resolved. Miguel sat up and watched him scoop up his shirt and hoodie from the floor and put them back on. When Hawk finished and grabbed his keys from the desk where he'd set them, he looked over at Miguel and casually asked, "See you at practice tomorrow?"
Rubbing the back of his heated neck, Miguel nodded. "Yeah."