stress relief // endhawks {18+}✔

de-stress (1)

warning!!
this story includes sexual themes that may be uncomfortable, other things include:
- choking
- dirty talk
- etc.

enjoy!!

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endeavor never really liked social gatherings, even if it were about giving him praise or boosting his reputation as the world's new number one - he never really cared, but he couldn't lie; it was a good distraction from all the work he had up his sleeve.

it was good, but not good enough.

the stress of the constant questioning and reporters practically shoving their cameras and microphones up his ass had brewed into quick annoyance; especially since they practically followed him here. the only thing he could do was huff and puff, shouldering his way through the crowds people.

he wanted something, really anything to just grab and clutch.
his life was full of mistakes and wrongdoings, something he couldn't help but, remind himself of.

yeah, redemption was on the way but, it would take time. lots and lots of time.

when endeavor got home, after another slow-poking day, he laid in bed with his regrets and clutched onto whatever he could. there had to be something he could squeeze and grab, anything..

"you look nice."
endeavour flashed his eyes over, seeing the feathered being calmly pat his upper arm with that usual smile of his. hawks.

no response came back from endeavour, not like the other really cared; staying side-by-side with him and quite happily informing him on everything he's missed out or currently missing out, even tiny things about himself. endeavour wasn't really listening, but it bothered him as to how many cameras were snapping in their honor.

hawks noticed this.

"hey, let's go to the bar, alright? they usually don't bother you there. i guess even they can respect that pro-heroes need a drink now and then."

endeavour, reluctant to join a bar especially with him, soon gave in - anything to shake them off his tail. as they made their way over to the area, endeavour noticed the lack of attention he was getting and it made his shoulders drop in some relief.

"you seem quiet.", hawks spoke awkwardly after a moment of ordering their drinks.

endeavour scoffed, not thinking of bringing his gaze to him at all. "i'm always quiet."

"well, your vibe seems off. something bothering you?", he asked in his usual nonchalant attitude, yet a string of worry could be heard tugging away at his voice.

"nothing you should concern yourself with."

hawks, after glancing at his smoked, irish whiskey pouring gracefully into the tiny cup looked back. "you're stressed out, huh."

no reply. at least, he didn't deny it.
"mm, meet me in the private lounge room in the back: B15 in ten."

endeavour did indeed curiously raise an eyebrow at that, watching him hop off his bar stool while leaving a nearly finished whiskey in his place. he briefly looked in the direction of the bartender, seeing as he was busy tending to other patrons and attendees. what the hell was this about? in big events filled with other heroes like these, he wasn't the type to ask for such an extreme amount of privacy. the lounge rooms weren't really being used, but that doesn't mean they weren't open to anyone.

as the minutes went on, endeavour drunk as many drinks as could (not like he didn't have a high tolerance to its effects); though granted, he did drink some stronger than others. he nearly forgot about hawks yet found himself around the crowd to the far back to reach these lounges. thankfully, all the reporters and paparazzi had spread to other heroes like gunhead, crust and a few others; besides, its not like they could follow him anyway.