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Chapter 4: You Did it First
The images from Hawks’s fan forums - Hawks in low-riding sweatpants, no underwear, hips teasingly exposed; Hawks in a sheer tank top, nipple piercings glinting - were seared into his mind. He’d sent those damning photos alongside the crime scene shots, a mortifying mistake that left his flames flickering cold.
Hawks had received them: five shots of the warehouse debris and villains, plus five softcore images of himself.
Endeavor paced his office, heart pounding, imagining Hawks’s reaction - disgust, mockery, or worse, a report to the Commission. He was the No. 1 hero - he didn’t make blunders like this, yet here he was, sweating like a flustered fanboy.
What have I done?! The thought gnawed at him, his flames dimming as dread coiled tighter.
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Two hours dragged by, each minute an eternity of stress, his mind replaying Hawks’s lethal mission performance and that vulnerable confession about being saved by him.
Finally, his phone buzzed. Heart lurching, he grabbed it. Hawks’s reply: Five attachments - provocative shots of Endeavor from fan sites. One from a gym photoshoot, shirtless and sweating; a mid-battle shot, flames roaring; a candid post-victory, tie loose. A single wink emoji: 😉
Endeavor’s face burned, a mix of relief and shock flooding him. Hawks wasn’t angry - he was flirting back, turning the tables with his own bold move. The audacity sparked a thrill, but also deepened Endeavor’s unease. He’s playing with me now. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying.
An hour later, another buzz. Hawks: "So, turnabout’s fair play. Who’s your favorite hero, big guy?"
Endeavor stared at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the lingering embarrassment. He typed: "Wash, the Laundry Hero."
Hawks’s reply was instant:
"Fuck off 😂"
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The next morning, Endeavor woke to faint light filtering through his blackout curtains, body heavy from a restless night. His mind drifted again to that bookmarked image - Hawks sprawled shirtless on white sheets, fingers teasing his lips, smirking with invitation in his golden eyes. Unable to shake it, he pulled up the photo, heat pooling low.
His breath quickened, imagining Hawks’s lithe form writhing, wings arching in ecstasy. His hand slipped under the covers, gripping himself, stroking with slow, deliberate pressure that built to a feverish rhythm.
He envisioned Hawks beneath him, golden eyes locked on his, lips parted in a moan, hands clutching his back as he thrust deeper, their bodies slick with sweat. The fantasy of pinning those powerful wings, claiming the No. 2 hero, pushed him over the edge.
A guttural groan escaped as he came hard, release crashing like an inferno, body shuddering with aftershocks, flames dancing wildly along his skin.
Endeavor lay there, chest heaving, sweat beading on his brow as his breathing slowly evened out. Surprise hit him like a cold snap - he hadn’t lost control like that in years, not since he was young and reckless.
The intensity of his desire for Hawks, a man he barely knew beyond their missions, stunned him. He was the No. 1 hero, disciplined and unyielding, yet here he was, undone by a fantasy. Shaking his head, he stumbled to the bathroom, stepping into a scalding shower to clean the evidence of his release, the hot water grounding him. He shaved, peed, then returned to the kitchen, to brew his morning coffee.
As the machine hissed, shock lingered. What am I doing?
This rabbit hole - forum posts, downloaded pictures, now this? Hawks was a colleague, yet he was fantasizing like an obsessed fan. Now he knows what teenaged Hawks felt like on that forum. He downed the black coffee in scalding gulps, trying to burn away the desire.
By mid-morning, he was at his agency, buried in reports, when the door swung open. Hawks strode in, looking...different.
His hair was styled with extra care, tousled to frame his face. Diamond studs glinted in his ears, and a spicy cologne wafted in. He proposed a joint mission - a low-stakes patrol for a quirk smuggling ring. It was obvious: their mission had ended yesterday; this was a flimsy excuse to spend time together, maybe to grill Endeavor about those photos. The thought made his pulse quicken.
"Fine," he agreed gruffly. "Let’s make it quick."
The mission was casual, an aerial sweep over the city’s outskirts. Endeavor hovered on jets of flame, while Hawks flew lazily beside him, wings cutting the air with grace. No villains - just surveillance.
Hawks teased, voice playful. "So, about those pictures you sent...Quite the collection. Fan of my work, huh?"
Endeavor’s flames flared. "You sent some back. Fair’s fair."
Hawks laughed, nervous edge betraying him. "Yeah, but you started it. Why’d you even download ‘em?"
"Why’d you download pics of me?!" Endeavor shot back.
Hawks grinned. "You did it first!"
Endeavor smirked. "Not according to the profile I found on my fan site. Linked to your email! FlameFanatic18 ring any bells?"
Hawks froze mid-flap, wings stuttering, face draining of color. He landed abruptly on a rooftop, legs unsteady. Endeavor touched down, towering over him. "What, bird got your tongue? Those posts were...detailed.
Hawks’s eyes widened, hands trembling as he covered his mouth. "I...that was..." His voice cracked, confidence shattered. "It was years ago, Enji. I was a dumb kid, obsessed after you saved me from my dad. I didn’t think anyone would find it. I just...I looked up to you, okay? It got out of hand. Please, don’t think I’m a creep." His wings folded tight, body trembling, golden eyes glistening with embarrassment and fear, like the scared kid he’d once been.
Endeavor wasn’t ready for this vulnerability - Hawks, the lethal, sexy hero, stripped bare. His heart clenched. Stepping forward, he pulled Hawks into his arms, holding him close, flames dimming to a soothing warmth. "Oh stop it, you stupid chicken," he murmured, enveloping the smaller man. Hawks tensed, then leaned in, head against Endeavor’s chest, shaking easing.
Endeavor cupped Hawks’s face, tilting it up. "It’s okay." He glanced around - rooftop empty. Then, slowly, he leaned in, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to Hawks’s lips, warm and gentle, a quiet promise.
Hawks froze, breath hitching, but as Endeavor deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue in with slow, sensual care, Hawks melted into him, a soft moan escaping, hands clutching Endeavor’s arms, heart pounding against his chest.
Endeavor pulled back, trailing kisses down Hawks’s neck, nipping his ear. "Can we recreate that picture?" he murmured, voice rough. "You on those white sheets?"
Hawks nodded, eyes glazed with desire. Endeavor smirked. "Good. We’re canceling this mission. Your place - now."
Hawks swallowed, hesitating for a split second. "Follow me." He took off, wings spreading wide, and Endeavor ignited his flames, hovering close as they soared toward Hawks’s condo, the city blurring below.