of the state of his apartment, but he wasn’t sure he’d have the nerve to go back if he left Hawk’s place alone, and no matter how crazy fast things were moving, he knew he’d never wanted anything more than a weekend alone with Hawk. So together they went.
“What happened here?” Hawk asked when he saw the holes in the walls.
“Bad day yesterday,” Clint answered as he put the key in the door.
Hawk’s large hand landed on his back, caressing him, and Hawk’s warm breath and soft lips skated across his nape.
“It started out that way,” Clint corrected. “Didn’t end up too bad, though.”
“No, not too bad.” Hawk laughed softly and kissed his neck again. “Those dogs sound like they want their daddy. Better open up before they scratch the door down.”
“Not sure it matters at this point.” Clint pushed the door open and happy dogs immediately rushed him, jumping on his thighs and whining their hellos. “They tore the place up yesterday afternoon.”
“Hey, pretty girls.” Clint dropped to his haunches and pet his pups, surprised they weren’t barking at the new visitor.
He was about to introduce them to Hawk when the man himself squatted next to him, held out his hand, and after a brief sniff, received licks.
“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Hawk said to Fluffy who, despite her name and her loyalty was the furthest thing from sweet. “And you too,” he said to Speedy who had planted her one front paw on Hawk’s chest and licked his face.
The only visitor Clint’d had to his apartment was Ewan and both dogs had growled and barked at him so much that Clint had taken to putting them in the tiny, fenced yard during their hook-ups.
“They don’t usually warm up to people this fast,” Clint observed as he stood up.
“Well they must sense how I feel about their daddy and approve.” Hawk grinned at him and rubbed each dog’s head affectionately. “Thanks for making me look good, ladies,” he mock-whispered to the dogs. “I’ll pay you in steak later.”
“You know the way into their hearts,” Clint said, smiling at the picture Hawk made with his dogs and thinking theirs weren’t the only hearts Hawk had captured.
Forcing himself to look away, he walked into the living room and sighed when he found the same mess he had left the previous evening.
“Damn.” He dragged his fingers through his hair. “I was hoping it had magically cleaned itself up while I was gone.”
“Holy shit,” Hawk said from over his shoulder, apparently having followed him into the room. “Your dogs did this?”
“Yeah.” Clint walked into the kitchen to get a garbage bag. “They can be rowdy, but yesterday was bad, even for them. Maybe it was a full moon or something.”
“How did they knock over the refrigerator?” Hawk asked incredulously.
“That one’s on me.” Clint squatted next to the downed appliance. “Help me out here.”
“What’d this refrigerator do to piss you off?” Hawk mirrored his stance on the other side of the fridge.
“It sided with the wall after our kickboxing match,” Clint joked. “On three. One. Two. Three.”
In perfect concert, they lifted the refrigerator.
“Door’s shot,” Hawk pointed out as he pushed the door into place. “It’ll stay closed but it’s not operational.”
“I know.” Clint looked around the room. “The good news is the building is being demolished anyway, so maybe the landlord won’t notice.” He walked to the sink and got a trash bag. “Either that or my deposit is gone.”
“I’m pretty sure the holes in the wall already took care of that.” Hawk stepped over. “Looks like this is a two-person clean-up. You want me to do the living room or the kitchen?”
“Bet you regret coming over.” Clint placed his palm over Hawk’s chest and nuzzled his neck.
“Are you kidding?” Hawk circled his arm around Clint’s waist. “I got to meet your dogs, see where you live, and now I’m getting cuddles.” He dragged
“What happened here?” Hawk asked when he saw the holes in the walls.
“Bad day yesterday,” Clint answered as he put the key in the door.
Hawk’s large hand landed on his back, caressing him, and Hawk’s warm breath and soft lips skated across his nape.
“It started out that way,” Clint corrected. “Didn’t end up too bad, though.”
“No, not too bad.” Hawk laughed softly and kissed his neck again. “Those dogs sound like they want their daddy. Better open up before they scratch the door down.”
“Not sure it matters at this point.” Clint pushed the door open and happy dogs immediately rushed him, jumping on his thighs and whining their hellos. “They tore the place up yesterday afternoon.”
“Hey, pretty girls.” Clint dropped to his haunches and pet his pups, surprised they weren’t barking at the new visitor.
He was about to introduce them to Hawk when the man himself squatted next to him, held out his hand, and after a brief sniff, received licks.
“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Hawk said to Fluffy who, despite her name and her loyalty was the furthest thing from sweet. “And you too,” he said to Speedy who had planted her one front paw on Hawk’s chest and licked his face.
The only visitor Clint’d had to his apartment was Ewan and both dogs had growled and barked at him so much that Clint had taken to putting them in the tiny, fenced yard during their hook-ups.
“They don’t usually warm up to people this fast,” Clint observed as he stood up.
“Well they must sense how I feel about their daddy and approve.” Hawk grinned at him and rubbed each dog’s head affectionately. “Thanks for making me look good, ladies,” he mock-whispered to the dogs. “I’ll pay you in steak later.”
“You know the way into their hearts,” Clint said, smiling at the picture Hawk made with his dogs and thinking theirs weren’t the only hearts Hawk had captured.
Forcing himself to look away, he walked into the living room and sighed when he found the same mess he had left the previous evening.
“Damn.” He dragged his fingers through his hair. “I was hoping it had magically cleaned itself up while I was gone.”
“Holy shit,” Hawk said from over his shoulder, apparently having followed him into the room. “Your dogs did this?”
“Yeah.” Clint walked into the kitchen to get a garbage bag. “They can be rowdy, but yesterday was bad, even for them. Maybe it was a full moon or something.”
“How did they knock over the refrigerator?” Hawk asked incredulously.
“That one’s on me.” Clint squatted next to the downed appliance. “Help me out here.”
“What’d this refrigerator do to piss you off?” Hawk mirrored his stance on the other side of the fridge.
“It sided with the wall after our kickboxing match,” Clint joked. “On three. One. Two. Three.”
In perfect concert, they lifted the refrigerator.
“Door’s shot,” Hawk pointed out as he pushed the door into place. “It’ll stay closed but it’s not operational.”
“I know.” Clint looked around the room. “The good news is the building is being demolished anyway, so maybe the landlord won’t notice.” He walked to the sink and got a trash bag. “Either that or my deposit is gone.”
“I’m pretty sure the holes in the wall already took care of that.” Hawk stepped over. “Looks like this is a two-person clean-up. You want me to do the living room or the kitchen?”
“Bet you regret coming over.” Clint placed his palm over Hawk’s chest and nuzzled his neck.
“Are you kidding?” Hawk circled his arm around Clint’s waist. “I got to meet your dogs, see where you live, and now I’m getting cuddles.” He dragged
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