My Hero Academia: Aspirations

Chapter 62

Aspirations
Chapter 62

"Damn it."

There was no one in your room to see Aizawa's frustration. You should have been there but you weren't. Which was the source of his current frustration. Instead of being back in your room, you were with Hawks. Who had apparently booked all of your sessions for a week. That meant that Hawks had, for better or worse, hired your support services for a full week. Aizawa had a massive urge to check in with Principal Nezu to see how your U.A employment contact worked. Because what the number 2 hero had just pulled seemed like bullshit.

Not that he told you such directly. He had heard the frustration in your voice as you'd explained the situation. And Aizawa had no urge to make you feel worse. Especially since he couldn't just come get you until after school. He had classes to teach and unless you were in actual danger, Aizawa couldn't justify taking another day off. Even if that meant that he couldn't bring you home till the end of the day.

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You leaned over as you put some effort into kneading the muscles you were working on. Hawks' wings were over your shoulders as well while you got up in there, rubbing the muscles simultaneously so nothing pulled or relaxed unevenly. You could feel Hawks shuddering every time you moved and ruffled some of his more sensitive feathers. He was practically panting as you worked with his hands gripped tightly onto the back of his oversized couch.

You moved lower in the massage. Some of the angles you had to use as you and he were standing up might not have seemed professional. As you worked you hummed a few different songs, blurring  them together as you went, to help you keep focus. Plus it helped you ignore the fact that There was a pair of wings, well partial wings, that kept trying to pull you back in whenever you'd moved more than a foot away for leverage.

His deep, quick breathing continued as you worked your way down. Hawks shivered and shifted in his spot often. Both involuntary reactions you chose not to point out. You worked on his gluteus medius last. By the time you'd gotten there, Hawks hadn't been able to stop himself from arching towards the couch as you pushed inwards. His hands stopped gripping the couch and went to lay over yours as they curved around his obliques. Hawks grinned sluggishly as he let out a deep, shuddering breath.

"Fuck that felt good," he released in a low tone as he intertwined his fingers with yours, leaning his head back.

You held still as Hawks continued to stand there in nothing more than his pants. From experience you knew that he'd gotten more satisfaction from the massage than last time. Especially with the way you'd felt him still quivering under your hands. He'd cum hard at the end and you'd been nowhere near his front. Though it wasn't unheard of for male clients it did put you in a bit of an awkward spot. Normally you'd need to figure out if it was involuntary or sexually driven. You had a feeling it was the latter with Hawks. Which means by all rights you should refer him to someone else or at the very least find a way to put up more professional boundaries.

"The session is over," you told him in your best adult voice.

Hawks grinned harder as he looked up at his ceiling, hands still around yours. "5 more to go today. 8 more every day for this week."

You really needed to work on putting up professional boundaries. And saying no. You sucked at it apparently.

"You have to go to work at some point," you pointed out as he finally let your hands go.

"No sweat. I can cover the whole city in fifteen minutes," he assured you.

"What about getting something to eat?"

"Is that an offer?" Hawks' grin took on a very different kind of look as he straightened his head.  His voice lowered as he turned around shamelessly. "Because I could spend a couple of the sessions eating you out if you want Chickadee."

Your face colored so fast as he spoke you felt light headed. Embarrassment and anger filled you rapidly. Hawks leaned back against his couch as he stared at you with hooded eyes. The way he leaned with his wings falling over the front and his elbows resting on the top put all of his torso on display. The muscles pulled taunt as he stared at you. You backed away quickly from your spot and turned around. You headed to the sink by his toilet and shower to wash your hands.

"We're done here."

Hawks caught up to you without taking a step. "What do you mean done?"

As you rinsed your hands you clarified. "I will cancel the time remaining when I get back to my office. That way you won't be charged for more than the three sessions."

"But—-"

"I can refer you to another masseuse that may be more familiar with mutant quirks."

"I don't want another masseuse," Hawks said in an even tone as you turned around to face him.

"Hawks, it's one thing to get an involuntary erection. I can overlook that. I'd have even overlooked the ejaculation if I thought it wouldn't lead to other behaviors. I shouldn't have because it was already crossing a line but I get it. You were relaxed and comfortable, apparently that happens. But I can't keep to any sort of professional standards if I know that's the only reason why you keep getting a massage."

Hawks stepped in closer but stopped before he actually touched you. His eyes looked into your own as he searched for the right thing to say.

"If I rescind the offer, are we good?"

Judging from the fury that filled your face, that apparently wasn't it.

"No!" You snapped at him, pushing at his shoulders.

"But why not?" He practically whined. "Are you still angry about last night? That was half a day ago!"

"That's not a lot of time Hawks!" You snapped at him again. "You kidnapped me from U.A, brought me into the middle of nowhere, told me the government was lying to the both of us, that you're involved in something more dangerous than normal hero work and that's why you stayed away, refused to return me to UA for that same reason, brought me to your house, insulted me, pretty much called me a whore, pinned me to the ground...and you want me to be okay with all of that because it's been a day? No."

Hawks stepped back with a worried look on his face. It was a look that you registered but chose to ignore.

"Get your ass in the shower. Then go down and get to work."

"Chickadee..."

"Don't chickadee me, Hawks, I'm going home to my boyfriend. Now, march."