Semua Bab Fluid: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Lilly perched on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly against Hawk's side, while Quill lingered by the door awkwardly. She glanced between them, ready to tease them solely because of how uncomfortable they both suddenly were. "Are you seriously planning to host Quill's first big art show in a gym?" she asked.Hawk shifted and rubbed his face. "I didn't have many other options."Lilly smiled as she tilted her head. "You didn't have many other options, or you didn't want to think about other options? Big difference."Quill stepped into the room. "I told him it was a bad idea. It's not exactly a flattering venue."Hawk exhaled sharply. "I know. But I did what I had to do."Lilly folded her arms, clearly considering it. "It's clever, I'll give you that. But it still feels... off. I'm sorry I kicked you out and made you even have to think about using the gym."Quill shrugged, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed his discomfort. "You don't need to apologize. It's not like it ruine

Over the next ten days, Hawk and Quill worked tirelessly to break down the wall that had once separated Hawk's apartment from Lilly's old one. The rhythmic pounding of hammers and the sharp groans of pried beams filled the space, each sound echoing the transformation of the apartment and their lives. Dust clung to their clothes, the gritty residue sticking to sweat-slicked skin as they worked side by side, turning two spaces into one."This is surreal," Quill muttered as he braced the crowbar against a stubborn beam. His muscles flexed as he leaned into the motion, the wood creaking under the force. "Feels like déjà vu, except this time we're not scavenging for parts."Hawk wiped the dust from his face with the back of his hand, glancing toward the pile of debris growing in the corner. "We were broke back then. Every wall we built was funded by tattoos you finished hours before. Now we can actually do it right." Quill frowned at him. "And here I thought I was such a big help then. Is

Quill stretched out on his back as Hawk leaned over him. Hawk's lips pressed softly against his skin, tracing a path down his chest. His tongue followed, lingering over the hard planes and softer curves of Quill's body. Hawk let his hands slide down Quill's sides as his lips explored.The taste of Quill's skin, faintly salty and uniquely his, drew Hawk in even deeper. He pressed his lips against the dips of muscle and the ridges of bone, savoring the texture. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Quill shifted, moving slowly enough to give Hawk time to follow. He twisted until their bodies faced opposite directions, his hands settling on Hawk's thighs. Quill brushed his fingers lightly along the sensitive skin of Hawk's inner thighs and lower stomach. Hawk didn't lift his head, too focused on where his lips rested against Quill's hip, but the faint twitch of his muscles betrayed his reaction. "Can I?" Hawk didn't hesitate. His grip on Quill's leg tightened, and he nodded, never

The next morning, Hawk woke up earlier than he'd planned, sliding carefully out of bed so he didn't wake Quill. He lingered for a second, watching the way Quill sprawled across the sheets, hair messy, skin marked faintly from Hawk's hands and mouth. He shook his head slightly and grabbed a hoodie, slipping it over his bare chest before pulling on a pair of joggers.The walk to the gym felt strange after days of avoiding it. His focus had been entirely on Quill, on breaking down years of stress and finally figuring out what it meant to start something real together. Now, standing in front of the glass doors, Hawk exhaled and pushed them open.The space smelled faintly of sweat and beach. Equipment sat out of place, mats rolled halfway or not at all. He frowned, moving further inside, but his confusion disappeared when he spotted Lilly. She stood near the squat rack, a rag in one hand and a spray bottle in the other, scrubbing down the bar with deliberate effort."Lilly," Hawk called,

Quill pressed the final line of ink into Herc's skin. He wiped the design clean, examining the smooth curve of the tattoo as it wrapped perfectly over the scar along Herc's lower stomach."Done," he muttered, setting the machine down and reaching for a cloth.Herc tilted his head, glancing down at the fresh ink. "Looks good. Like always."Quill didn't respond. He wiped away the blood and excess ink, then cleaned up the rest. "I think this is the last one," Quill said abruptly as he tossed the stained cloth into the tray.Herc frowned, sitting up carefully. "What do you mean?"Quill pulled off his gloves, turning toward the counter to clean his tools. "I'll send you to someone else to finish the rest. I can recommend a couple good artists."The chair creaked as Herc stood. "So, that's it? I don't get a choice in this?"Quill's shoulders stiffened slightly, but he kept his back turned. "It's probably for the best.""Best for who?" Herc shot back.Quill didn't answer. Herc pulled his sh