Before I Forget

Porn and Heartbreak

Yes, well - the title says it all. 

Let me take this moment and say that you should all go and read 'Forbidden Things' by shayshaybot because aaaaaaah it's so good and I can't stop thinking about it. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also, I'm running out of blue-mohawk pics of Eli, so what the heck, here is a gorgeous shot of him in his red hair glory - we'll be moving to that phase soon enough anyway.

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The beginning of that day didn't go at all as Hawk had imagined.

He had gone to the dojo full of confidence and ready to kick ass - but then he was forced to talk with Miguel (instead of resolving things with fists as he would've preferred), and after that Sensei threw a shit storm on them, bitching to him about the moment when he'd almost attacked Robby Keene when his back was turned, and to Miguel about him intentionally hitting Sky in her injury.

As much as Hawk agreed with Sensei over Miguel being a pussy, it was much harder to accept his own punishment. Being scolded like a fucking preschooler, in front of all the other Cobras... in front of Sky–

It made Hawk angry. And when he was angry, he wanted to hit things.

So that's where he turned to. He did the 50 pushups on his knuckles like he fucking meant it, and after that, he gave his everything to that day's training. He didn't hold back one bit, when he was sparring with the others, causing some bruises and black eyes, but even that wasn't enough, so he turned to the punching bag. By the time they left home, his knuckles were sore and bloodied, but inside he was still steaming.

His house was still empty when they walked in. Sky let her bag drop to the floor by the door and kicked off her sneakers.

"You want something to drink?" he asked, heading to the kitchen. His clothes were soaked with sweat - training in the Californian summer heat was no joke.

"Sure," Sky replied. "Bring me a coke, will ya? I'll go upstairs. Okay if I use your shower?"

"Take a towel from the drawer," he said, and opened the fridge, grabbing a couple of ice cold cokes. He opened one and brought it to his lips - the sweet, cold drink instantly satisfying his thirst. A beer would be better, though, he thought. It would soothe his nerves too, would take off the edge. Too bad they didn't have any, and he didn't feel like getting back out into that insane heat to get some.

He heard the shower turn on upstairs, and a grin appeared on his lips. He definitely wasn't going to buy beer. There were other things that could take off the edge too.

He stopped at the door of the bathroom and knocked on it before trying if it was open.

"Hawk?" Sky's voice answered.

"Yeah," he replied, opened the door, and walked in. "I got your coke."

The bathroom was filled with rose-scented mist (her shower gel, not his), and the water was still running. The moist heat surrounded him as if he was in a girl-scented jungle - hadn't it been hot enough outside? He would've wanted a cold shower, but clearly, her preferences were different.

Sky was standing in the shower, water running down her body like the fucking Venus in the fountain, and Hawk's throat went dry with desire. Her body was so fucking perfect - he adored every detail, every curve and every hollow, her tiny waist and gorgeous hips, he could have watched that hourglass shape forever. And her boobs–

He swallowed hard. Fucking Hell, he had never seen a pair of tits more perfect than hers. Looking at them never got old! They were small and perky and beautiful, and every time he laid his eyes on them, he turned into this drooling idiot, who could think about one thing only, about the way he sucked those nipples deep into his mouth, how he circled his tongue around them.