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reyescarlos · 2 years

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i want you to unravel me || a tarlos fic

summary: In the aftermath of the strain that's fallen over them, TK and Carlos bridge the gap with open conversation that brings them closer together, both emotionally and physically.

[3x13 coda]

word count: 4.2k || rated e || day 1 of @fivealarmfest || read on ao3

And I know I keep a lot to myself But still you're more a part of me than anybody else So if you need me to tell you more You're one of the few things that I'm sure of

TK chews absentmindedly at his thumbnail as he watches the seconds tick by on the clock. He’s kept a vigilant eye on the last eight minutes that have gone by after he texted Carlos that he and Cooper were done speaking, that he could come back home as soon as he was ready.

Left on his own now, the quietness in the loft is like its own form of company.

This is the kind of silence TK can live with though, the type that doesn’t stretch uncomfortably and needle at him in a way that makes him itch. His mind is in a much better state than it had been mere hours ago.

Carlos arranging for Cooper to come over had been a gift. His mind runs back over his conversation with his sponsor. After skipping out on his meeting earlier, TK had felt himself retreating inward. He would have been content to do just that, but the good thing about having a partner was having someone to give him a push when he needed it most.

It’s been over two hours and TK is still trying to wrap his mind around Carlos’ gesture, the lengths he went to in order to obtain Cooper’s number.

More than that, it touches his heart to see the growth within Carlos over these last few days to have reached this point, to call in reinforcements simply because it’s what TK needed.

TK is anxious to see him again now that he’s on the other side of the dark tunnel he wandered into tonight.

The sound of a key slotting into the lock makes TK bolt up from the couch. He turns to face the door, his heart swelling at the first glimpse of Carlos.

Carlos’ eyes land on him immediately, a warm smile on his face that TK can’t help but to mirror.

“Hey,” Carlos greets.

“Hey,” he replies as Carlos sets his keys down and slips off his shoes.

There’s so much he’s said already to Cooper tonight that he desperately wants to share with Carlos.

“Can you sit for a minute? I need to talk to you,” TK says, sitting back down and patting the space next to him.

Carlos’ brows furrow, but he nods. He takes a quick moment to hang his jacket up and crosses the living room, dropping into the spot beside him.

He seems to study TK for a moment, his warm brown eyes taking stock of him.

“Is everything okay? Did you have a good talk with Cooper?”

TK nods. “I did. Thank you, again, for setting that up.”

“It was nothing,” Carlos says, kissing him on the cheek.

TK holds his gaze once he’s able to and takes Carlos’ hands in his.

“That’s not true. It was everything.”

Carlos seems reassured by this, a shy smile playing at his lips.

“I’m glad it helped. You seem a lot better now.”

A good deal of his change in mood, TK knows, is due largely in part to Carlos’ actions tonight. He’d been intent on drowning out his thoughts with music and hoping that somehow sleep would find his anxious mind and overtake it.

But the problem would have still been there when he awoke. Thanks to Carlos, he was able to fully address the root of the issue. His thoughts still feel heavy but they’re less so now. Now, at least, it feels as if his head is above water.

TK sighs and nods.

“Definitely an improvement.” He gives Carlos’ hand a light squeeze. “How was your night? What’d you end up doing?”

Carlos looks a little taken aback by having the attention on him.

“Oh, I went for a walk. Nowhere in particular, but I ended up at the park. I just sat there for a while…thinking about everything from these last couple of days.”

Carlos sits up and squares his shoulders as he lets out a breath.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted. I’m sorry I was being so short with you. I’m sorry it took me so long to get it. I’m sor—”

“But you got there,” TK cuts in, knowing just how easily Carlos could end up spiraling if he doesn’t intervene. “You got there and that means the freaking world to me. I know this isn’t easy for you, to see me needing help and not being able to just…wave a magic wand and fix it all. You care about me, deeply, and I know it. I feel it every single day.”

Carlos’ face still looks uneasy so TK continues.

“I’ve been trying to keep you safe from the parts of me that, honestly, I’m embarrassed about. But we’re partners…a team, and you deserve to be let in. I didn’t mean to hurt you or to shut you out. But I see how trying to shield you from it all did just that. I will never do that again.”

TK clenches his jaw and sighs.

“I love you so much, Carlos. This relationship is honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t ever want you doubting what you mean to me or where you stand in my life. I almost lost you once this year. I don’t want to push you away again.”

TK chews on his lower lip.

“This is a lot to not only accept but to live with, too. I don’t have a choice. I’m always going to be in this body and face these things. But you do have a choice. You’re still choosing me.”

TK’s voice sounds different in his own ears, thick with emotion. Since he and Carlos met, these are thoughts that have plagued him.

“But if this ever got to be too much…if you decided you couldn’t take it anymore…I feel like I’m asking a lot of you here. When I first moved to Austin, you just got a glimpse of the aftermath. You don’t know how bad it was back in New York and I pray that I’ll never get to that point again. I just…I’m always worried about scaring you off one day.”

Carlos cups his cheek, his thumb stroking the expanse of skin as he shakes his head. TK lowers his gaze.

“I’m not going anywhere and you sure as hell would not lose me over this. You will always have me.”

Carlos strokes his cheek again.

“TK, look at me. Please. I need you to hear me on this.”

It takes TK a few seconds, but he complies. Carlos’ eyes are so determined as they hold each other’s gaze.

“You aren’t asking for anything I can’t or don’t want to give. I love you more than anything in this world and I always will.”

The words are a comfort. After their breakup months ago, TK had spent what felt like a lifetime terrified that he’d lost this connection forever. His past has always been a sore spot for him, but with Carlos stepping inside of this with him and standing firm, he can breathe easier knowing this won’t get snatched from him. Nothing in life is a guarantee, but he believes Carlos’ love and support will truly remain as constants.

“I shouldn’t have taken it so personally,” Carlos continues, lowering his hand. “So long as you’re going somewhere or to someone safe in order to deal with what you’re feeling, that’s all that matters.”

Something heavy flickers in his eyes for a brief moment, but it’s enough to put TK slightly on edge.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, even as Carlos’ expression changes into something far more neutral.

Carlos’ mouth twists to the side a bit as he puts his thoughts together. TK doesn’t push him; he sits patiently and lets Carlos’ words come to him.

“I didn’t— I didn’t fully realize just how much this was impacting you until we sat here earlier. The way you were talking…you sounded so lost. It scared me and it just…really hit me how much I wasn’t actually equipped to steer you back. You went somewhere in your mind that I couldn’t reach. That’s never happened before and it worried me. A lot.”

TK’s heart sinks. “I’m sorry.”

Carlos reaches for his hand immediately and shakes his head.

“Don’t be. That’s not what— You’re battling so much at once…dealing with things I have zero experience with. You are so strong, TK. I just wish I would've gotten it a bit sooner to lighten that weight you’ve been carrying.”

Carlos grows quiet for a moment.

“I do want you to come to me whenever you’re feeling low. But I realized, I honestly had no clue what to say or do to make you feel better. I kept thinking about all the articles I’ve read…but that’s nothing compared to the real thing, you know? Being face to face with it in real time. You didn’t need some rehearsed speech and talking points.”

Carlos frowns and looks down for a second before looking at him again.

“I said I wanted all of you and that will always be true. The good days, the bad days, and everything in between. I promise you, TK, it could never be too much.”

Carlos sighs shakily.

“I’ve spent the last couple of days being scared that I wasn’t enough for you and, frankly, I’m not.”

TK opens his mouth to object, but Carlos holds up a hand.

“Not in that sense. And that’s the difference I didn’t understand before. That’s the point you were making the other night, but I couldn’t see it. Your support system should be however expansive you need it to be. Cooper gets this on a level I never will…on a level I simply can’t. And that’s okay. I can still love and support you in other ways. I really get it now.”

Carlos’ eyes are wet, the rims red from his apparent fight to keep himself from crying.

“Watching you go through the photo album and hearing you say you’d give anything to be happy like that again…it troubled me to see that you aren’t at a place you deserve to be. Your happiness should always be a priority. That’s all I ever want. For you to be happy and safe,” Carlos says, stroking TK’s cheek with his knuckles.

It’s only then that TK realizes he’s even started to cry.

This is the kind of love he’s always wanted. To love and be loved fully in return, unconditionally. What he has always seen as baggage that makes him unworthy, as strikes against him seem to make Carlos want to stand beside him all the more. It’s jarring to say the least, but TK is grateful beyond words.

“I’ve never been loved like this,” he says candidly. “You’re everything I could have hoped for and somehow so much more.”

Carlos smiles, a tear falling from his right eye as he searches TK’s face. More tears fall, but his smile only grows wider.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you,” Carlos replies effortlessly.

TK blinks twice, his heart beating faster as he looks back into his boyfriend’s eyes.

When Carlos says things like that, it never fails to take TK’s breath away, just how easily he talks about forever when it comes to them. There’s never any hesitancy, no hint of doubt. Carlos says it like it’s predestined and he knows it as a fact.

TK leans in and presses his mouth to Carlos’ softly. At once he feels a fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach. Carlos’ ability to give him butterflies after all this time is truly commendable. Kissing him is always a rush.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against Carlos’ lips. It’s gratitude for Carlos’ patience, understanding, and unwavering support.

Far too much of his life has been spent feeling like a liability. Carlos loves him without limits.

“Of course,” Carlos breathes back. His tone sends a chill through TK. Even after all this time, it still blows his mind to see the effect he’s able to have on Carlos.

TK shifts and straddles Carlos’ waist, his knees settling in on either side against the couch. He holds Carlos’ face in his hands as he deepens their kiss, pouring even more of himself into it. Carlos matches his fervor, kissing him with urgency too. TK sighs against his mouth, his fingers charting their way into Carlos’ hair and gripping firmly, changing the energy of their kiss from something relatively chaste to hungry.

Carlos pulls back enough to look at him, already breathless, but TK sees the crease between his brows and can already read his concern.

“We don’t have to tonight,” Carlos says gently. “You don’t…owe me that for what I did.”

TK shakes his head, the pad of his thumb smoothing over the pinched skin of Carlos’ face.

“That’s not what this is at all. I mean, yes, I do want to…show appreciation because what you did was actually pretty remarkable. But I just want to be close to you. I’ve missed us.”

They’ve been a bit out of step these last few days, stilted conversation and tense interactions. A divide had settled over the loft, some invisible barrier that kept them from being on the same side. TK has hated every second of it, but tonight is the bend that has gotten them past that point and on the path back to each other.

Carlos searches his eyes, his face relaxing more and more as he nods. No doubt he’s felt it too.

Carlos leans in and gives TK a feather-light kiss that manages to leave his head spinning for a moment before kissing him more intently. His hand cradles the back of TK’s neck, holds on to him like he’s something precious that should be revered.

TK doesn’t hesitate in kissing him greedily, relishing in the taste and feel of Carlos’ lips on his. He has each inch of it memorized, his mouth finding home against his boyfriend’s.

Carlos gets his hands under TK and hoists him up as he rises from the couch. TK locks his legs and arms around him at once, his lips slipping from Carlos’ mouth and to the side of his face as they make their way to the bedroom.

He’s laid gently down against the bed and TK is hit with a wild thought. His mind swims with a vision of their honeymoon, Carlos setting him down like this for their first official night as husbands. The thought, he realizes, perhaps isn’t so wild after all.

He is going to marry this man, come hell or high water. Looking into Carlos’ eyes now, he sees more than kindness and desire. He sees a future, a road paved towards a happily ever after he didn’t think was possible after all he’s been through in life.

“I love you,” he whispers softly, tracing Carlos’ lower lip with the tip of his finger as his boyfriend settles over him.

“I love you too. More than I could ever begin to say.”

TK pushes back Carlos’ curls and tips his chin up to kiss him again, a leg hooking around his hip to pull him in closer.

They take their time, almost as if re-familiarizing and savoring each other. TK enjoys the slower pace. It feels like a welcome back. He makes an oath to himself right then and there to never go this long without Carlos’ touch.

His hands run up the back of Carlos’ shirt, his palms gliding across Carlos’ warm, smooth skin. His boyfriend lets out a soft breath at his touch before pulling back to remove his own shirt.

TK drinks in the sight of Carlos’ bare chest, his exposed torso. He reaches out with both hands to touch the firm ridges of his abs.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how perfect you are,” TK says, pulling his gaze upwards to Carlos’ face once again.

Carlos smiles and shakes his head.

“Hardly perfect, but I am glad you enjoy what you see.”

TK doesn’t think it’d be possible for him—or anyone for that matter—not to draw the same conclusion. Not just in looks, though there’s no question Carlos checks all those boxes, the man is simply the complete package. A dream made real.

Instead of arguing the point, he continues to explore Carlos’ body, his hands journeying to his boyfriend’s thighs.

He quickly grows restless with the clothes getting in the way of him feeling Carlos’ skin against his own. He undresses them both and the second the last article of clothing hits the floor, TK pulls Carlos down to him.

Carlos’ face nestles perfectly in his favorite spot against TK’s neck, his lips pressing to his skin. TK is certain Carlos can feel his pulse thrumming erratically. It feels as if there isn’t a single inch of their bodies that isn’t touching and that’s just the way TK likes it.

To go from not even knowing what to say to Carlos around their home just a day or two ago to this is everything.

His fingers tangle in Carlos’ hair as he presses their hips together, his body shivering at the feel of Carlos’ erection against his own. TK grinds his hips, a soft whimper leaving him as Carlos thrusts back over him.

TK tightens his grip on Carlos’ hair and tugs.

“Fuck,” Carlos rasps, pressing his lips to TK’s again, like kissing him is essential to his well-being.

TK opens his mouth, his tongue toying with Carlos’ as his boyfriend gets a firm hand around his cock. TK breaks away after the first few soft strokes, his mouth falling open as he sighs. Carlos always knows how to handle him, how to apply the right amount of pressure and when to leave his brain feeling hazy.

Carlos kisses down his body slowly, soft lips pressing against his warm skin as he continues to jerk him off. TK’s toes curl as Carlos’ tongue dances along his torso, making a chill go down the length of TK’s spine.

Carlos steadily strokes along the base of his cock as he slips TK into his mouth. TK feels his nipples harden instantly at the wet heat against his length. His fingers comb once more through Carlos’ hair as Carlos’ free hand rubs gently against his thigh.

TK relaxes against the pillows, his eyes closing as he sinks further into pleasure. It never takes much for him to surrender fully.

Carlos’ tongue does wonders against his shaft, teasing him here and there. TK pushes his legs up as his back arches a bit at Carlos’ ministrations. TK focuses on his breathing, doing his best not to get too riled up and ahead of himself. He wants this to last for as long as possible.

Carlos retracts bit by bit until he’s sucking at just the tip of TK’s cock, his tongue teasing the slit. TK lets out a sharp breath at the same time Carlos takes mercy on him and pulls away completely.

He can feel the shift as Carlos goes to the bedside table, can hear the bottle of lube opening and a moment later, Carlos’ deft fingers are coating his rim.

He opens his eyes then and finds Carlos looking at him. There’s enough light coming in from the streetlights outside to show TK his pupils a bit blown as he rubs the pad of his thumb to TK’s rim. Carlos looks starved for him; TK wants to give him everything.

Carlos gingerly slips his index finger inside of him. Bit by bit, TK’s jaw slackens at the intrusion.

Carlos moves up closer to him, ensnaring TK’s lips with his own. TK moans against his mouth, his hips tentatively rolling forward against the digit.

TK frames Carlos’ face with both his hands as they lose themselves in this kiss and each other. Carlos is persistent, his middle finger sliding perfectly alongside his pointer finger once TK is wide enough to take it.

“God,” TK hiccups as Carlos curls his fingers inside him.

TK clutches onto Carlos’ bicep steadily as he fucks his hand, his cock aching and leaking as his arousal grows.

“I need you,” TK says softly.

He doesn’t have to say anything more; Carlos retracts his hand at once and positions himself over him. TK licks his lips as Carlos coats his length and grabs onto TK’s thigh, hoisting his leg up to wrap securely around him as he carefully drives into TK.

TK’s nails bite into the hard muscle on Carlos’ shoulders as he clutches on. TK rests his forehead against his boyfriend’s, his breaths coming out in short bursts of air. Carlos’ hold on his thigh remains firm as he buries himself steadily.

“You feel so good,” Carlos rasps.

TK steals a kiss, the two of them writhing against each other. TK feels him everywhere, his head spinning with the intoxicating scent of his boyfriend, the taste of him on his lips as they kiss again.

TK shifts his hips, lifting them a bit. The move drives Carlos deeper, the man shuddering above him. Carlos takes a hold of his cock, his hand pumping against his shaft.

Pressure builds in TK’s stomach at all the attention to him. Carlos’ touch was just the thing he needed to heighten this already dizzying moment.

He can feel himself tightening on Carlos’ length.

“Nearly there,” Carlos notes, biting gently on the corner of TK’s mouth. His tongue soothes right over the spot a moment later.

The move makes TK throb harder; the sting and balm of Carlos’ mouth felt instantly right between his legs. He can’t stave off the inevitable much longer.

TK’s eyes roll shut as he gives in, his body trembling as his orgasm courses through him. He buries his face in the side of Carlos’ neck and kisses him there softly against his pulse point.

He whispers I love you over and over as he works through the sensations flooding him and continues rocking forward, his hands going straight to Carlos’ ass and guiding him forward.

Carlos grunts with each quickened thrust, his hips moving morell lol erratically. He comes a few beats later, a soft moan rattling in his throat as he fills TK with his release. TK feels goosebumps all over his arms, his body perfectly satiated. He’s missed this level of contact, of closeness between the two of them.

He clings on for a few more seconds, not quite ready to give Carlos up just yet. His boyfriend seems to understand as he gently rubs at TK’s side and tells him he loves him.

TK finally lets go and sighs as Carlos pulls out and cleans them up. TK’s brain still feels like it’s buzzing.

Carlos places the gentlest kiss on his forehead, bringing him back to the present moment. TK can feel his face warm up instantly at the gesture, the tips of his ears feeling hot too.

“You’re so adorable, I swear,” Carlos laughs.

TK jokingly pouts.

“I don’t want to be adorable right now. I want to be hot and sexy,” he says, running a hand through his hair.

Carlos laughs softly again and kisses the tip of his nose this time. TK scrunches it up playfully as Carlos pulls away and stares at him, his face growing more serious the longer he looks.

TK can’t help but to wonder what Carlos sees when he looks at him. There’s something like awe or disbelief. No one has ever looked at him like that and with Carlos, it’s such a routine thing.

A wave of emotion sweeps over him and surprises TK. He has so much love for this man, he feels like that’s all he’s made of. What’s more, what’s most comforting of all, is he knows it’s matched entirely.

The way Carlos looks out for him, looks at him. The way he puts his heart and thoughts out on the line so freely to let TK know how much he’s loved and valued is unlike anything he’s ever had.

Some days, this all feels too good to be true. It’s why he first ran from this when he arrived in Austin and Carlos was there, unexpectedly ready to give him everything. It’s why he ran at the start of the year when Carlos bought this home and made him an equal partner when he felt he brought in less.

Since day one, Carlos has worked him into his overarching plan for his life.

Good things were rare for TK and he had quite the knack for blowing up his life at the most inopportune times. But Carlos was forgiving and patient and loved him regardless of his insecurities. Perhaps even more so because of them.

Carlos cups his face now, the warmth of his hand spreading through TK’s whole body. His gaze is piercing, so much so that TK finds himself holding his breath in anticipation.

“You, TK Strand, are everything in one. I couldn’t ask for anything more than this.”

#fivealarmfest2022 #911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #ronenrubinstein #userthai #tusersonia #tuserpaige #useream #usernicholas #useralie #usersteen #usermimsi #userjamiec #userbones #tusersilence #kimmy writes

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welcometololaland · 2 years

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DAY 1 - FIVE ALARM FEST 2022

(Missing scene or coda)

Still Waters Run Deep

(Explicit, ~6.3k, SO MANY FEELINGS, season 1, episode 10 - missing scene)

In some ways, Carlos feels like the kind of person TK has always been looking for, but never intended to have; the safe, protective lines of his hand fitting so perfectly against the energetic and impulsive grooves of TK's own. With a jolt, TK realises that Carlos has been doing this for months. Slowly, steadily cleaning out the holes in TK’s heart and filling them up with something warm and solid. Something that feels a lot like molten gold.

#fivealarmfest2022 #tarlos #tk strand #911 lone star #carlos reyes #tk x carlos #911 lonestar #seven days of tarlos sin #smut week

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messyhairdiaz · 2 years

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between you and me

buddie - rated e - 1517 words - five alarm fest day two - calling or texting

Eddie’s phone rings a little after midnight, and he’s only surprised it hadn’t rung sooner.

“We just talked two hours ago,” he teases when he answers, as if he hadn’t been counting every minute.

“Two very long, very terrible hours. Our bed is too big without you in it with me,” Buck complains, and Eddie smiles to himself in the dark. It’s a feeling he can commiserate with, in theory, anyway, since his childhood bed feels a lot smaller than the last time he slept in it, but even still he wishes Buck was cramped into it with him.

“I’ll be home the day after tomorrow,” Eddie promises, and Buck sighs.

“I know. I just miss you.”

Eddie rolls over towards the wall and tucks his phone between his cheek and the pillow. “I miss you too. Wish you were here.”

“What would you be doing to me if I was?”

Eddie smothers a laugh with his pillow. “Jesus, Buck, way to ease into it.”

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#fivealarmfest2022 #911fic #buddie #buddiefic #buddie fic #my fic

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rmd-writes · 2 years

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ain’t nothing but a heartache

My first fic for the @fivealarmfest is here! Day 1 prompt: missing scene or coda

[E | ~2k | PWP with a smidge of feelings | s1e02 missing scene]

Ever wondered what, exactly, Carlos was referring to when he told TK he was "really good at that" in Yee Haw?

Well, buckle up pals, you're about to find out. __

Fortuitously, Carlos arrives home just as TK steps out of his Uber. Before he can even say hello, TK’s lips are on his, hot and eager. Carlos finds himself shoved up against his own front door, fumbling to get it open as TK kisses him, gripping the back of his neck. TK shepherds him through the door as soon as Carlos can get it open, pushing him back against it but Carlos grins, he’s not letting TK take charge here.

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#fivealarmfest2022 #911 lone star fic #911 lone star fanfiction #tarlos fic #tarlos smut #tarlos #no thoughts head empty just tarlos smut inspiration #rmd writes #rmd writes: ls

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years

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i wanna paint your body with my love by prettyboybuckley

5.5k | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

For day 1 of @fivealarmfest for the prompt: coda or missing scene

Summary:

A few drops of paint hit his face and Eddie freezes, looking at Buck from the corners of his eyes. Buck, who is trying to hide his smile behind his hand, the tips of his fingers blue with paint.

"You're going to pay for that," Eddie says, and he shakes the roller with a flick of his hand, making a rain of blue speckles wash over Buck.

OR: After Taylor moves out, Buck goes over to Eddie's and they paint Eddie's bedroom together. It leads to more.

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#fivealarmfest2022 #buddie #buddie fic #911fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha #gary writes fic #911 fox #nsft

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likeshipsonthesea · 2 years

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try to swim but i’m sinking alone

for @fivealarmfest Day 1 - Coda or Missing Scene (yes i’m a day late i’m not good at deadlines) is quite explicit! see ao3 for tags

Eddie’s hands shake as he wraps his knuckles. It makes the whole process trickier than it needs to be, but that seems to be his thing tonight. He brushed his teeth twice and he can still taste blood lingering on the back of his tongue. An hour ago, he was on top of the world. Now he shakes alone in his bathroom, wondering if all the things he packed away after Afghanistan didn’t actually disappear like he hoped they would.

A knock comes from the front door, pulling Eddie from his head just as he finishes wrapping his second hand. He puts the bandages down on the sink, frowning as he turns toward the sound. Christopher’s meant to be at Abuela’s until tomorrow morning, everyone from the station should be at that rage room thing, and anyway, the only one who would come over this late would be—

Eddie’s jaw clenches. Doesn’t matter. Not like he would come over now anyway.

*~*~*

or, Buck goes over to apologize again after the run-in at the grocery store and, in the privacy of the Diaz home, rage manifests in something very different

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#fivealarmfest2022 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck #smut #my writing #actual fic #it is. quite emotions for smit lol #but i think i did okay??#idk smit w feelings is hard #as are buddie #anyway #enjoy!!#will be posting day 2 in like a few hours lmao #hopefully the rest will be on time #i already have four of them done so

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spotsandsocks · 2 years

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Give and Take

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Five alarm fire fest- Day 7 writers choice Rated E, 6.3K Buck and Eddie’s relationship develops and it’s time to try some new things. Like asking for what you want. Eddie teaches Buck he doesn't always have to give its ok to want things too. Sequel to 127 Seconds

“Beer.” Eddie's voice is firm and decisive. It is however the third time he’s said it so Buck doesn’t hold out much hope. This time though he does actually start to move.

Eddie’s pushes down into Buck’s thighs to gain the necessary leverage to get himself up. He’s slow, and Buck chuckles at the obvious reluctance in his movements, he’s been saying he’ll go get them a beer for a while now but the problem was he lacked the appropriate motivation, being very comfortably sprawled over Buck and thoroughly enjoying having his hair played with.

It's colder without Eddie on top of him, he’d been settled happily between Buck’s legs slumped low and lying backwards resting against his chest, for two big men Buck thinks they fit together very nicely on Eddie’s couch. The owner of the couch had been using one hand to scroll through his phone while the other had been holding onto Buck’s spare hand, playing idly with his fingers.

It had been deliciously domestic, Buck had been quite content with the arrangement, half heartedly watching the TV over Eddie’s head while his fingers rhythmically moved through his fluffy, product free hair, it’s so much softer than Buck had even dreamed it would be. Eddie’s officially "relaxed and at home” it’s a look Buck’s very fond of, completely at ease in his most comfortable clothes, his hair a mess even before Buck's fingers had worked their way through it. It’s possibly his favourite look on Eddie, mostly because he’s pretty much the only one who gets to see him like this.

His boyfriend, God he loves that word, even when he just says it in his head it gives him a thrill, walks around the back of the couch and his hand trails across Buck’s shoulders making him shiver, on his way back he ruffles his hair, fingernails scratching lightly against his scalp as he lowers the beer into his hand before returning to the couch.

This time Eddie sits at the opposite end, feet dropping into Buck’s lap. Buck obliges his unspoken request and wraps a hand round one ankle and lets his thumb rub absentmindedly over this skin and the sharp jut of his ankle bone. He takes his first sip of the long awaited beer.

To say he's deliriously happy sounds dramatic but he is. He’s been with Eddie now for just over three weeks and he’s never been happier.

He’s also never been touched so much. It’s not something he’s really used to; now him touching Eddie- that’s different. He loves that and God does Eddie loves Buck’s hands on him but Buck is very aware that personally he’s much more used to giving than receiving physical affection. Not that he doesn’t like it, it's just he's not used to being touched so often and Eddie’s touches are frequent, both intensely meaningful at times and also mindlessly casual. Buck’s never had anything like it - ever. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice how much he touches but Buck does, he notices every time. Every touch Eddie shares.

It’s all very new and unusual but he thinks, he thinks he likes it. He thinks he might like it a lot.

Buck’s also noticed Eddie doesn’t touch anyone else nearly as much, that makes another thrill run through him. He likes that fact a lot too.

So his days are full of casual touches, soft intimacy offered to him constantly. Eddie stands close, presses into him. He holds his hand and when he can’t do that he’ll find a way to brush their fingers against each as he walks past or he’ll hook his pinkie around Buck’s just for a moment as they stand next to each other.

Ankles, shoulders, hips, always a point of contact between them; Eddie with his arms wrapped around his waist when he’s trying to do the washing up, minty kisses on his cheek when they’re brushing their teeth that slip into more distracting kisses tracing along his neck. It's new but definitely something he’s getting used to.

Buck’s halfway through his beer when he feels the weight of Eddie’s eyes on him.

When he looks over he’s left breathless for a moment at just how beautiful he is, at how his eyes glow, dark and molten, he knows that look now. Eddie’s grown more comfortable at exploring what he wants, what he enjoys. Buck’s blood thrums in anticipation. True enough Eddie starts the conversation with,

“I was thinking…”

His voice is low, the gravely tone makes Buck’s skin tingle and when Eddie’s teeth make a brief appearance pulling at his bottom lip in a way that’s quite captivating Buck’s interest peaks. He’s suddenly very keen to find out exactly what’s on his boyfriend's mind.

Eddie moves, feet back on the floor, then he shuffles closer, turning to face him until his knees are pressed into his leg. Brown eyes drop to Buck’s lap for a second and then lift back up with a look so heated he has to swallow hard, his mouth suddenly dry, he’s not sure what’s coming next but he’s keen to find out.

“I’d like to try something.” Eddie’s tongue wets his lip and Buck can’t agree fast enough.

“Anything you want” rushes from his lips, Eddie lifts an eyebrow at such unthinking compliance but Buck’s pretty sure he’d be up for anything with Eddie, whatever he wants Buck’s happy to give him.

Eddie shakes his head with half a smile and chastises him fondly, “you really ought to find out a bit more before you just agree to things you know.”

Buck just grins, broad and unrepentant.

“Sooo,” Eddie gets back on track “I was thinking, “ he stops and starts again, cups Buck’s face tenderly. Buck feels a warm glow inside at yet another of Eddie’s tender touches, the look in his eyes is just as soft as he says “baby, you’re so good at giving me what I want, what I need and you never ask for anything.”

Oh, his stomach swoops strangely. That’s not what he’d been expecting, Eddie continues “I want you to have things too, you don’t always have to give.”

Buck feels a little embarrassed at being called out like that, he guesses it’s true but his voice is still just a touch defensive and his eyes drop avoiding Eddie’s gaze.

“But I, I like giving you what you want, it makes me feel good” he rushes on with reassurances “and I am having a good time, you know that right?” Fingers on his chin lift his face gently, Eddie looks deeply into his eyes and Buck gets choked up at what he sees there.

“I know baby, you’re amazing, but you can have things too.” Eddie’s voice is unbearably gentle “You deserve that. It’s ok to want that.”

Buck can feel his cheeks heating up at Eddie’s words. It’s so much easier for him to give, to take care of his partner, it always has been. He loves doing it, it's what he’s used to but maybe it might be nice sometimes to let someone take care of him. He thinks he could let Eddie do that, maybe.

“So I thought if you wanted it, I could try something?” There’s a hint of mischief in Eddie’s voice now as he tries to lighten the mood again. “I might not be any good at it yet but I want to, I’ve been doing research, got the general idea and obviously I’ve got your excellent demonstrations to help.”

Buck lifts his eyebrows curious as to what Eddie wants to do. They’ve been taking things slow so there’s still a range of possibilities.

Eddie looks him dead in the eye, “I wanna give you a blow job.”

Buck manages to blink twice but that’s it, his mind suddenly flooded with images created by Eddie’s casual declaration. Wow that’s… unexpected, somehow he hadn’t expected Eddie to be into that, he hadn’t asked or even thought about asking. He has imagined it though, usually in the shower.

Eddie shrugs, all casual, “I mean you seem to enjoy it. I want a turn" Eddie sounds very sure of that.

Fuck, just the idea of Eddie’s mouth of him is almost too much to handle, his mind is fizzing, sparks light along his synapses as his brain tries to process the idea of Eddie actually doing that to him.

He manages to stutter out a sentence. “You.. You sure? You don’t have to just 'cos I do it.” and loves doing it, definitely top three favourite things to do with Eddie so far.

“I really want to.” Eddie's voice is low, he emphasises each word carefully, the truth of his words is obvious, his lips stay parted at the end of the sentence and there’s a flush in his cheeks.

Shit, Buck can feel himself getting hard just thinking about it. Eddie keeps talking, only making the situation in his sweatpants more intense.

“I like watching you do it, and my research has been interesting. I think I’m gonna like it.” He sounds very definite.

Buck’s mind sticks on one word, “research”. Shit, has Eddie been watching porn to get tips. Fuck, he tries not to think about it, Eddie getting turned on trying to learn how to give him a blow job. Did he touch himself while he watched? His cock swells up a little more and continues to do so as his apparently filthy mouthed boyfriend whispers something in his ear “I want to taste you, feel you fill my mouth up, you're so big, gonna feel so full.”

A little late Buck realises Eddie’s moved, he’s sitting astride his lap now, he’d missed the change of position, mind scattered at the images rushing through it of Eddie on his knees for him, Eddie’s mouth stretched around his cock, sliding all the way down, his tongue teasing his slit, a small moan escapes his parted lips.

Eddie bites his ear and says “Wanna suck you off really bad, been thinking about it for days.”

Buck’s hips jerk, “Fuck Eddie, that’s so fucking hot, yes, yes, we can do that.”

Still buried near his neck he feels Eddie's teeth bite into the thick flesh at the base, “got a problem though…”

Buck leans back into the couch, head tipping backwards, already getting lost in the sensations Eddie’s started generating by rocking his hips into him.

He gasps out “what, what problem?“

Eddie grinds down and Buck gasps louder, it feels so good.

“This..” Eddie rubs against him again “wanna start when you're soft, get you hard with my tongue , lips, feel you getting bigger in my mouth.”

“Jesus, Eddie” He hisses, the words low and desperate, “bit late for that!”

Eddie’s weight disappears and he’s left blinking confused at his sudden absence.

“Go shower, make it a cold one, no cheating.”

Buck stares up at him for a minute then goes to do what he’s told.

Buck’s in a semi cold shower wishing his erection away with limited success when there’s a knock at the door and it opens a crack, “You ok? Can I come in?”

Buck calls out to let him know that he can.

There’s some random noises from the other side of the shower curtain then Eddie’s voice again “Mind if I join you?”

The shower curtain moves and Eddie’s steps in. It’s not the first time they’ve showered together and he’s more than happy to have his wet, slippery boyfriend close but it's definitely not going to help with his mission to calm his raging hard on down.

Eddie slips behind him and puts his hands on Buck’s hips, hot brands in the cool water. He hooks his chin over his shoulder, avoiding the spray as much as he can then he tuts, looking down Buck’s body “not going so well is it?.

“Oh you're hilarious.” Buck angles his body into the spray hoping that will move things along.

Eddie chuckles, “I know.” Buck would be more amused if he wasn’t so hard with no sign of his erection disappearing. Eddie's firm wet body sliding against his is so not helping matters.

Eddie’s voice, completely calm and collected, as if they’re discussing grocery shopping, drops a bombshell into the proceedings “Anyway that’s fine because I’ve changed the plan, I wanna take my time when I’m blowing you so I think you’re going to have to come now.”

Buck’s breath freezes and his cock twitches. Fuck, Eddie’s gotta stop saying things like that. He doesn’t stop though, the words just keep on coming. Words that stir Buck’s blood.

“I’ve just here to supervise, watch you take care of yourself, get some tips.”

Shit, really he can’t cope with it, Eddie saying things so fucking hot, like it’s nothing. Eddie obviously worked out it does stuff to Buck when they talk during sex, it’s true, dirty talk gets him hot. He likes it when Eddie praises him too.

More warm words are whispered in his ear, “You wanna touch Buck? Get off for me, show me how you like it.” He whines as the spray of water rushing over him warms up, Eddie’s changed the temperature for him. The water teases his sensitive skin, his hips twitch and Eddie hands grip him tighter, it’s a good job too, his knees feel weak.

Eddie said he could ask for things he wanted so he does “Could you, could you help?”

“Tell you what” Eddie kisses his damp shoulder “I’ll start you off but I want to see you finish, show me what you like so I can do it like that next time.”

Buck whimpers he’s going to get Eddie’s hand on him and later his mouth.

“I wanna give you what you need, Buck, take care of you.” Eddie’s hand has already started working him, a firm wet slide that makes his eyes roll back in his head. Fuck he’s good at that, his hand is big, broad with long talented fingers, already so perfect. His moans fill the small space of Eddie's bathroom.

“Slow or fast baby?”

He can’t articulate his thoughts, just moans as he pushes into Eddie’s grip, he’s so turned on it’s stupid.

Eddie’s hand stops; that’s not fair.

“Words Buck” Eddie’s voice is firm.

“Slow, please go slow” he pants out his answer and Eddie listens to what he needs, sliding his hand all the way down torturously slow then dragging it up twisting a little at the tip then repeating it again and again, until Buck’s panting, lost in the feeling. The sensations go on and on with Eddie kissing his neck, the bolt of his jaw and all the time his hand moving, that is until he feels Eddie’s other hand grabs one of his and move it. Eddie doesn’t sound quite so collected anymore, his voice has a breathy quality Buck likes listening to, “getting close aren’t you, time to show me baby, wanna watch you come.”

Eddie places their joined hands over his swollen cock and then removes his own. Buck makes a whine of protest as he loses Eddie’s fingers, but he does get more words.

Eddie urges him on quietly. “Come on baby, touch yourself for me, I know you want to. Show me what you do when you’re all alone.” Buck groans he fucking loves Eddie talking like this, “Tell me what gets you off, what you think about when you’re fucking your fist like that?” Eddie’s words are a constant stream “You look so pretty baby.” Buck had gotten so caught up in Eddie's voice he hadn't realised he’d started pumping himself again.

“Tell me Buck” Eddie’s voice demands it now.

“You…” the word bursts out of him and once he starts he can’t stop “you fucking me. Your, your cock in my mouth. Sometimes,” he moans and thrusts harder into his hand, “sometimes think about my fingers in your mouth, you sucking them, then more than my fingers… “ he groans unable to continue….”god, s’good.”

“You think about me sucking your cock?”Buck gasps out his confirmation and Eddie hisses in his ear “Good. You look amazing sweetheart, so hot, always so good to me, wanna be good to you too.” Buck leans back, lets Eddie take his weight, he’s strong enough to hold him up, the thought does something to him and his hand goes faster, the other one reaches backwards and holds onto the back of Eddie’s head as he gasps and thrusts and strokes himself.

He gasps out between his desperate panting “gonna come”

Eddie sounds more in in control again and it’s maddening, “You’ve been so good showing me.” Buck’s movements start to stutter “keep going, show me more; look at you, almost there , look so good baby. Are you gonna like my mouth even more?”

Buck sighs long and low “Fuck yes, yes!”

Hand moving, striping his own cock with Eddie’s eyes on him, thinking about Eddie sucking him off feels amazing. The knowledge that Eddie wants to blow him, see him like this, that Eddie wants him to feel all this pleasure is overwhelming.

Buck chases his climax with Eddie’s encouragement, until it hits him; hard and all consuming he gasps, spurting over the bathroom tiles, it goes on and on until he’s finally spent, dick softening just like Eddie wanted.

“That.” Eddie says “ was fucking perfect.”

Eddie kisses his ear and Buck shudders in anticipation as he thinks about what’s coming next.

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when he off work, he calling me by bigfootsmom

explicit • 2.5k • Buddie

Buck doesn’t mean to, but one second he’s listening to Eddie talk about his shift so far and the next his hand is working its way back into his boxers. He just really wants to get off.

“–Buck. What are you doing?” Eddie’s voice cuts through Buck’s haze of arousal. Face burning, Buck realizes that Eddie has probably been trying to get his attention.

“N-nothing,” Buck says, hips stuttering up off the bed.

There’s silence for a long moment on the other side of the phone, and Buck holds his breath, trying to hear over the roaring of the blood in his ears. He still doesn’t let go of himself.

“Are you touching yourself?” Eddie asks, voice a deep rumble over the phone.

Or, the one where Buck misses Eddie and can’t wait for him to get home.

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touch || a tarlos fic

summary: Carlos and TK explore new depths in their relationship after an unexpected exchange.

word count: 7.3k || rated e || day 3 of @fivealarmfest || read on ao3

My eyes start to roam To the curl of your lips In the center of eclipse In total darkness I, I reach out and touch

For as much as Carlos loves the work he and TK do, he can admit that sometimes their schedules make him wish for a more structured and standard set of hours. Maybe then they’d be more aligned with each other in getting home around the same time.

This week alone has been grueling, the two passing more like ships in the night than anything else. By the time one of them is getting ready for work in the morning, the other is clinging to sleep desperately after getting home at an obscene hour. It makes the days blur together and admittedly, Carlos has been growing restless. The two of them sleeping together in the most literal sense of the word is nice, when he wakes to find TK curled up against the side of him after quietly coming home. But it’s been a few days since they’ve had something more physical than cuddles and soft kisses to each other’s faces before beginning their days. Satiating his needs alone pales in comparison to the real thing.

Nonetheless, he is hardly above– for a lack of a better term–taking matters into his own hands. It’s how he finds himself in bed half dressed with his laptop, going to a corner of the internet, pulling up content he keeps under lock and key.

His tastes vary depending on his mood and right now, Carlos feels outright starved for something that matches the hunger he’s been stoking for days.

In theory, he knows watching porn is nothing to be ashamed of. Yet still, he feels like a teen hiding a stash of contraband magazines in a shoe box under his bed as he goes online searching through tabs until he finds what he’s looking for. His sex life with TK is undoubtedly the best he’s had with anyone in his life. But there are some interests he’s kept under lock and key, fantasies he held close to the chest.

He hits play and settles in against the pillows as the scene starts, skipping ahead past the unnecessary dialogue. He can appreciate the production value, but he’s truly only here for one thing. He can feel himself reacting already to the two men on screen, easily (and perhaps shamelessly) picturing himself and acting out the scenario before him. It takes no real effort to picture TK bound for him, at his mercy completely. The thought alone makes him unbearably hard.

TK’s sudden appearance in the doorway makes his heart drop at once. He’s home far too early, not that he’s complaining…necessarily.

But truly, the timing could not be worse.

Carlos closes the laptop quickly and tosses it back against the bed.

TK freezes mid-stride and raises a brow.

“Well, that wasn’t suspicious at all. Nope, totally normal response to have,” he deadpans before laughing. “What are you doing on there? Watching dirty videos?”

Carlos’ face burns instantly, giving him away.

TK’s eyes light up and he hops into bed with the excitement level of a kid on Christmas morning.

“Oh my god, no way. Are you serious? Can I?” TK rushes to ask, tripping over his words as he gestures towards the laptop.

Carlos groans but nods anyway, folding his hands together on his stomach as TK pulls the laptop to him and opens it.

His brows lift in surprise, but there’s no judgment on his face, just intrigue as his eyes rake over the frozen frame.

TK looks up at him. “You could have told me you liked this.”

Carlos rubs the back of his neck, feeling a rush of heat go up the length of it.

“It’s kind of out there. I didn’t know how you’d react.”

TK bites back on his lower lip and hits the space bar, the men on screen resuming their scene. TK moves and settles beside Carlos, letting the laptop sit between them as their shoulders press together.

“This is pretty hot,” TK says after a few moments.

On screen, the dark haired man sucks at his partner’s cock as he fingers him, the other man writhing, unable to do anything other than take it with his arms bound behind him.

Carlos smiles a bit at TK’s commentary, taken aback but glad to see he’s enjoying it. What he isn’t expecting is just how much his boyfriend is interested.

TK reaches a hand over and skims a finger along the skin just above Carlos’ waistband and Carlos’ breath catches in his throat, his stomach swooping. His eyes flash to TK’s face and finds his boyfriend staring back unapologetically at him.

A slow smirk breaks across TK’s face as he tips his head upwards and kisses Carlos. It’s teasing, slow pecks that get Carlos’ heart pounding— even more so as TK slips his hand into his boxer briefs and grasps him full on. TK takes him out completely and Carlos shivers at the cool air against him.

Carlos lets out a soft groan, already so keyed up from the video as it were. Now with TK’s hand on him, his body craves even more. He rolls his hips upwards as TK begins to stroke him slowly and kiss him in earnest, building up the momentum steadily.

Carlos pushes for more, his tongue working its way into TK’s mouth. TK whimpers, quickening his pace. Unable to keep away, Carlos’ hand finds its way into TK’s pants and to his cock. He smirks against his boyfriend’s lips at the hardness he’s met with.

He wraps a hand around TK’s cock, thumb pressing against the bead of cum he feels on the tip. He smears it and teases TK’s slit with the pad of his finger. TK continues to leak, stimulated from Carlos’ actions.

Carlos rolls his tongue back against TK’s as they work to get each other off, the sounds of the men on screen echoing their own noises. But Carlos couldn’t care less now about the action in the video. He’s far too dialed into the way TK reacts to him now.

TK pulls back after a bit and Carlos’ brows furrow in confusion for a moment before TK shifts to climb on top of him. In his haste, his leg closes the laptop, the porn easily forgotten.

TK tugs his sweats and underwear further down his legs and gets a hand around both their dicks. He looks Carlos right in the eyes as he jerks them off simultaneously.

Carlos moans loudly, head thudding back against the wall as TK quickens the pace, his wrist flicking back and forth in a blur. He squeezes TK’s ass, rubbing his palms across his skin as his hips rock forward, fucking into TK’s fist.

TK leans in and sucks on his neck, his tongue teasing his pulse point. Each slide of TK’s cock against his sends a shockwave through him so acute, he trembles. Carlos feels the pressure forming in his stomach, his cock dripping even more now. He clutches more firmly onto TK’s backside to steady himself.

“Come on, baby. You’re so close. Let it out for me,” TK encourages, his voice hitching as he squeezes the bases of their cocks before resuming his strokes.

Carlos’ eyes roll shut as he gives into the sensations flooding him. He comes over the both of them, TK groaning as he caves too. TK’s fist is a mess at once, but he keeps pumping, carrying them through this wave.

TK shudders as it passes, reaching over to pull a few tissues free from the box on the nightstand. Carlos takes them from him and cleans off his hand. TK thanks him.

“It’s the least I can do. After all, this is not how you pictured your night going,” he laughs.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m all in favor of pleasant surprises,” TK says, leaning forward and stealing a quick kiss. “Especially when they’re so damn satisfying.”

~*~*~

Cleaned and in bed once more that night, Carlos curls up on his side, waiting for sleep to find him. But his mind races back over the evening. His relationship with TK is secure and yet they’re still uncovering things about each other. It feels like a weight off his shoulders that he hadn’t even known was there to share this side of himself with the man he loves.

“Are you awake?” TK whispers, snapping Carlos from his thoughts.

“Mhmm. What’s up?” he asks, turning to face TK.

“I was thinking about earlier…about what we watched.”

Carlos’ raises a brow. He shouldn’t be surprised it’s on TK’s mind too, but it still catches him off guard.

“Oh?”

TK nods. “Yeah. You know, if you ever wanted to try that sort of thing…I’d be open to it. I mean…more than open to it. I’d really like it if we tried that ourselves. I haven’t stopped picturing myself tied up like that for you.”

Carlos stays quiet for a moment, processing what TK’s saying before he sits up and turns on the lamp. He needs to see TK clearly for this conversation.

“TK, are you sure? I never brought it up because I know how intense it can be. You could easily get lost in it and I don’t want that for you.”

TK sits up too, his eyes determined.

“The fact that you’ve done your research and are so concerned about my well-being just goes to show that I’m right to trust you.”

Carlos chews on his lower lip as TK presses forward.

“Look, how about this? I’ll do some reading and we can circle back on it. Would that make you feel better?”

Carlos nods. “I want you to fully understand what you’d be getting yourself into. Surrendering control like that, giving yourself over to someone…it’s a lot.”

TK’s head tilts to the side as he reaches for Carlos’ hand and laces their fingers.

“It’s not just someone. It’s you. I know you’d take care of me the whole way through.”

“And afterwards,” Carlos tacks on. “That’s just as important, maybe even more so in some cases.”

“See? I’m not worried. I want us to try new things and I want you to be able to explore stuff that interests you.”

Carlos smiles softly. “The same goes for you, you know. If there’s something you’d like to try, I’m all ears.”

TK bites back on his lower lip and smiles a bit.

“Well, since we’re on the subject, I can’t say I’d mind cuffing you or something like that. I love it when we get going and you hold me down, but it could be fun trying similar on you.”

Carlos smirks. “Oh yeah?” He sits up even further against his pillow. “What else do you picture when you think of me in that position?”

TK’s face flushes a bit. “I picture it a little rough…I think about blindfolding you so you don’t know what I’m going to do next. Just…keeping you in suspense with no way to reach out.” His face grows red and he buries it in his hands.

“God, why is this so embarrassing to talk about?” he laughs.

Carlos laughs softly too and lowers TK’s hands, cupping his chin. The picture TK’s painting is getting him worked up already.

“I find it pretty sexy, actually. And, for the record, I’m not opposed to anything you’ve mentioned so far. Keep going.”

TK searches his eyes for a second and nods before he continues.

“I also picture myself teasing you a bit, testing your limits. Maybe even telling you when you’re allowed to come. I can see it, you know? I think about things like that when I’m getting myself off. You with your hands behind your back, taking every inch of me. I just…I really wanna…”

“Want to what?” Carlos asks breathlessly, hanging on to every word.

“Use you,” TK replies quietly, his cheeks tinging pink again. “That’s probably too much though.”

Carlos shakes his head at once. “Not at all, no.”

He takes a hold of TK’s hand and puts it between his legs, making him feel firsthand how hard he is. TK’s eyes widen, his thumb stroking along his shaft instinctively. Carlos’ jaw clenches as he reins himself to stay on task.

“If you can do this to me with your words, just imagine what it’d be like when you’re fucking me senseless. I want to give you that. I want it badly too, TK. It’s not too much. We can and will absolutely give this a try. We’re both serious about this. We’ll be safe and we’ll have fun with it too.”

Relief washes over TK’s face. He gives Carlos’ cock a soft squeeze as he leans forward and kisses him.

“I love you. Thank you, babe.”

Carlos strokes his cheek. “Of course. And thank you for being so open with me. I like that we can have conversations like this.”

“Me too,” TK murmurs, an adorable smile forming on his lips. “I’m really excited for this. I feel closer to you already.”

~*~*~

They take their time with research and careful discussion and build up over the next few nights. Carlos thinks perhaps he’s being a bit too cautious and paranoid, but when it comes to each other’s comfort and safety, they’ll never take shortcuts.

Neckties find a second life in their bed, acting as restraints, but Carlos feels restless and he knows TK does too. Casual kisses these days always lead to more. A prolonged stare over the dinner table leads to them barely making it to the bedroom.

It comes as no real surprise to Carlos now to see the way TK eyes him once he comes home. Carlos only has three more miles left on the course he’s doing on the exercise bike, but something tells him he won’t make it.

“Hey, TK,” he greets, wiping sweat from his brow.

TK’s eyes roam his body before he seems to come back to himself.

“Working up a sweat without me, huh?”

Carlos slows down his pedaling and licks his lips.

“Well, you’re here now. I think we can figure something out.”

TK’s eyes grow a bit dark with want.

Carlos shuts off the machine and climbs off the bike. TK eyes him as he comes closer and kisses him roughly the second he’s near enough. He gets Carlos up against the wall, settling a thigh between his legs. This kiss is rough and dirty. Carlos is already a sweaty mess from his workout, but he knows that just gets TK riled up all the more.

The late night talk that started this all is clearly on TK’s mind as his hands clutch onto Carlos’ wrists and press them against the firm surface behind him.

This assertive side is a turn on. TK clearly knows what he wants and Carlos will refuse him nothing.

Carlos grinds down on TK’s thigh as their kiss deepens. TK slips his tongue into Carlos' mouth and frees his hands, instead opting to get his fingers in his hair. His nails gently scratch against Carlos’ scalp. It’s one of his weaknesses, a fact TK knows all too well. Carlos feels himself get even harder and seeks out friction against TK’s thigh once again to sate him.

TK’s hands drop from Carlos’ hair and work their way up his shirt. Carlos breathes sharply through his nose as TK pinches his nipples. He jerks forward involuntarily.

“Come with me,” TK says, taking a hold of Carlos’ hand and leading him to their bedroom.

TK wastes no time in taking off Carlos’ shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He runs his hands over Carlos’ chest and abs before making Carlos sit on the edge of the bed and watch as he undresses. TK doesn’t say a word as he strips, just keeps his eyes locked on Carlos’.

Carlos makes the most of the view, knowing he’s going to be without his sight in just a short while. He drinks in everything about TK’s body, shamelessly focusing on his ass as he goes over to the dresser and grabs one of the ropes they recently upgraded to but haven’t used just yet along with a blindfold.

“I think we’re ready for this now…do you?” TK asks.

Carlos nods enthusiastically.

TK gets behind him and pulls arms back, pinning his wrists together. The rope bites pleasantly into Carlos’ skin as TK binds him.

“Test,” TK instructs.

Carlos attempts to rotate his wrists, but they don’t move much at all. TK kisses his left shoulder and moves on, draping the cloth over his eyes and securing it.

Plunged into darkness, Carlos’ heartbeat ratchets up a few notches. Carlos’ fingers itch to touch him, to feel something tangible. He digs his nails into the palms of his hands.

“Breathe, baby,” comes TK’s voice. “I’m right here.”

He feels TK’s presence in front of him and is pleasantly surprised by the press of TK’s lips against his own.

“Remember, if it’s too much—,” he starts out.

“I’ll tell you straight away,” Carlos finishes.

TK ruffles his curls and guides him down to lie back. Carlos’ heart is all out jackhammering, but his excitement far outweighs the nerves.

TK finishes stripping him, ridding him of his workout shorts and underwear. Carlos feels exposed and is aroused by it, especially as TK’s tongue laps up from his hips to his chest and TK moans. Carlos feels himself let out a small bit of precum.

“I wish you could see yourself right now, my god.”

TK licks him again, letting his tongue flick against one of his nipples. Carlos whimpers quietly.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” TK says. Carlos feels him get up from the bed.

He strains his ears for any clue for what’s coming next, but the room is dead quiet aside from his breathing and the thundering of blood rushing in his ears.

The seconds tick by and Carlos knows, in reality, TK hasn’t been away long at all, but with his sight gone and his hands bound behind his back, time moves differently.

He hears the shuffle of TK’s feet and sighs in relief to have him back.

“Missed me?” TK muses, placing a kiss on his jaw. “I’ll make it up to you right now.”

Carlos perks up at this, expecting a kiss or TK to stroke him a bit to take the edge off, but he gets neither of those things.

He cries out as something cold touches his nipple. He feels himself harden at that, a soft purr of a moan spilling from his lips.

“I couldn’t resist. You’re so hot from your workout, I just thought I’d cool you down a bit.”

He feels a slight shift on the mattress and a second later, a kiss is dropped in the center of his chest.

TK circles both his nipples just then with ice cubes. Carlos’ cock twitches.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Carlos gasps, acclimating to the chill. TK teases him a while longer, drawing out moans from him.

TK runs the cubes along his collarbone and up the columns of his neck before tracing the curve of his lips. He kisses Carlos then, the warmth of his mouth a delicious contrast to the coolness put there just moments ago.

He sighs shakily when TK stops, curious to know what part of him he’s boyfriend will zero in on now.

TK shifts and peppers Carlos’ chest and torso with kisses as he descends, pushing back Carlos’ legs so his feet rest flatly on the bed, his legs spread.

He knows what’s coming next from this position he’s been put in, yet the first swipe of TK’s tongue to his rim is still so shocking to his system, it sets every nerve on fire inside of him.

TK has always had an oral fixation. Whether it’s pen caps being chewed as he’s writing something, straws bitten, or the strings of his hoodies landing in his mouth, Carlos has always known this quirk and found it endearing and adorable. But when he’s the very thing TK can’t seem to stop himself from toying with, it steamrolls into the realm of sexy and addicting.

Carlos arches off the bed a bit, wishing desperately that he could tug at TK’s hair as he rolls himself onto his tongue.

TK licks softly and Carlos feels himself leaking in response, losing himself bit by bit as TK’s ministrations advance.

TK is relentless against his hole, sucking and curling his tongue inside him with precision. Carlos eyes water and he can feel the tears roll down his cheeks. He could come just from TK’s skilled tongue alone, but his boyfriend clearly has every intention of making the most of tonight.

He lets out a heavy sigh as TK pulls away, his body instantly missing him. But then Carlos hears the unmistakable squelching of lube being squeezed out of a bottle.

Two slick fingers slide inside him and strike home against his prostate. He lets out a sob as TK scissors his fingers, stretching him out further. TK gets a hand around Carlos’ cock and starts stroking him.

Carlos mumbles the most nonsensical things as TK brings him closer to his breaking point.

“TK, I’m ready. Please…,” he pants, tucking half his face in the pillow when the teasing gets to be too much.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me,” Carlos practically shouts.

A low growl rumbles in TK’s throat and at once his hands fall away. Carlos trembles, his body so overstimulated.

He’s flipped over and pulled up to settle on his knees. TK coats his entrance and grips his hips a moment later.

“Oh my god,” Carlos rasps as TK’s cock pushes into him.

His head is spinning by the time TK grabs a fistful of his hair as he drives into him. Carlos lets out a sharp cry in sheer pleasure.

He begs TK not to stop, though it’s truly not necessary. TK hasn’t let up for even a second, just pounding into him over and over again.

“Babe, I can’t…I need to…,” he slurs, but TK pieces it together all the same.

“You’ll come when I tell you to,” TK grits out in between thrusts.

Carlos bites back bruisingly on his bottom lip, breathing heavily through his nose. He’s so turned on by TK’s roughness. He wants to be good. He can be patient. He can wait for his reward.

TK’s grip on his hip tightens and a few seconds later TK comes hard inside him with a string of curses. Carlos whimpers as he’s filled, but TK doesn’t stop fucking into him until the wave passes. The sounds they both make are truly obscene. Carlos feels himself dripping steadily, his cock aching for relief.

“I’m so close,” he whimpers, praying TK will jerk him off now that he’s reached his end. He’s so wound up that one simple touch would be enough to send him over the edge.

Carlos lowers his hips, his overly sensitive cock twitching as it touches the fabric. He lets out a wounded sound.

“Hold it,” TK says.

For a moment Carlos thinks he mishears, but TK is pulling at his hips, yanking him back from trying to soothe himself against the bed.

“TK, please.” His voice sounds downright hysterical.

“Not yet,” TK pants, placing a kiss on his shoulder. “Color?”

Carlos swallows hard, a shuddering breath leaving him as he collects himself enough to check in.

“Green.”

TK kisses his shoulder again.

“Be good for me, okay? Almost there, baby. You're doing so well. Just stay with me. I’ve got you.”

Carlos lets out a sob as TK pulls out and turns him over to lay on his back again. There’s a shift against the mattress and a second later, wet heat envelopes his cock.

Carlos’ back arches off the bed, his hands balling into fists behind his back. TK has always been exceptional at going down on him, but the sensitivity he feels is a whole different level than Carlos has ever experienced before. He writhes against the mattress, mumbling incoherently as TK takes him down to the root and massages his balls.

Carlos’ face is wet with tears, his throat feeling like it’s on fire.

“Fuck,” he cries out, eyes screwed together so tightly under the blindfold. “Can I come now? Please, TK. God, please,” he rasps, barely able to get the words out.

He feels two taps on his thigh, a wordless yes. It’s all the prompting Carlos needs.

All that pent up tension explodes in the pit of his stomach. He comes so hard, he swears he sees stars as he fucks into TK’s mouth. He can feel TK’s cheeks hollowed against his cock, his tongue flicking along his shaft. It’s almost too much for Carlos to take, but he loves every second of it.

He pants hard as he comes down, turning his head and burying it completely against a pillow as the aftershocks of his orgasm move through him. His body is hot all over, his legs feeling like absolute jelly. He’s never been fucked like this before. He feels like he’s thousands of feet off the ground.

“Are you okay?” TK asks softly. Carlos can hear a note of concern, like he’s scared he took it too far.

That’s the polar opposite of what he feels. TK got it exactly right.

Carlos nods and swallows past the dryness in his throat. He angles his head back towards TK.

“Kiss me.” He licks his lips. “I’m okay. More than okay…I just…I need to feel you right now. Kiss me.”

TK complies and kisses him at once, rubbing soothing circles on his thighs. The kiss is so sweet in comparison to how rough things were just moments ago and Carlos is obsessed with that contrast, in their ability to be so versatile with each other.

He bites gently on TK’s lower lip as he pulls away with a sigh.

TK undoes the binding on his wrists and Carlos flexes the joints and shakes his arms to get the feeling back in them. TK takes a hold of his wrists and raises them. Carlos smiles to himself feeling TK place soft kisses there.

TK plays with his curls until his fingers loosen the blindfold and the fabric slips away.

Carlos squints against the light, blinking a few times to adjust to it. His eyes immediately land on TK who watches him a bit anxiously. He can only imagine what he must look like right now.

Carlos smiles at him and kisses him again, pouring every bit of gratitude he can into it. His fingers toy with the hair at the nape of TK’s neck. He lets himself get swept away for a bit in kissing TK until he needs a fresh breath.

“I swear, I’m good. Sure, I can barely think right now, but that was fucking amazing.”

TK’s shoulders sag in relief.

“You were incredible. You did so, so well for me. I’m proud of you,” he says, pushing back Carlos’ hair from off his forehead.

“Yeah?”

TK searches his eyes and grins.

“Yeah. God, you’re so sexy,” TK says with such reverence in his voice. The full impact of what they’ve just shared seems to hit TK just then as he shakes his head in awe.

“Holy shit. That was unreal. I’m gonna be getting off on that for a very long time, I hope you realize this.”

Carlos laughs and kisses his cheek.

“I’m serious. Every time I blink, this is all I’ll see.” He sighs. “I can’t wait for it to be your turn. I’m gonna be so freaking good for you.”

“You always are.”

TK beams and kisses him again, exhaling softly.

“I want you to get some sleep soon, but let me clean you up first, okay?”

At the mention of rest, Carlos realizes just how tired his body is from all the exertion and strain. His eyes drift a bit as he gets comfortable settling on his side.

TK cups his cheek and kisses the tip of his nose.

“Rest, babe. It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.”

~*~*~

The need is like an itch beneath his skin. Carlos’ eyes keep drifting to the clock, mindful of when TK’s shift is set to end. It’s selfish, but he hopes no last minute emergencies keep him down at the station for even a moment longer than he’s scheduled.

He has a plan for tonight, a clear vision of escalating their recent forays in the bedroom. He’s passed most of the evening setting up their room for later; he’s brought in a chair he can easily envision TK seated, along with the ropes to bind him and a blindfold for good measure.

He takes a picture of the set up, the blindfold and ropes perfectly displayed, and texts the image to TK with the caption “Tonight?”

His phone buzzes not even ten seconds later.

I’ll be home in 10

“Carlos?” TK calls out, announcing his arrival, right on time ten minutes later.

Carlos sets the book he’s been reading down on the nightstand and gets out of bed. He walks towards the door just as TK steps into the room.

TK’s eyes go wide as he looks around at the candles and dim lighting.

“Thought I’d set a mood. Hope it’s not too much.”

TK traps his bottom lip between his teeth and stands in front of him, running his palms smoothly across Carlos’ bare chest.

“You’re such a romantic, even when it comes to kinky stuff like this,” he says, tipping his head towards the chair.

Carlos blushes a bit, second guessing himself for a moment.

“I love that about you,” TK continues. “It’s a special night. Just tell me what to do and it’s done.”

Carlos feels thunder in his veins at that. He holds on to TK’s hips and kisses him, their bodies pressed in together. His hands lower to TK’s ass, giving him a firm squeeze before putting some space between them. He could ask about TK’s day, make small talk to ease into it, but the wait to see TK all day has already been long enough. He can’t hold off another second.

He grabs the ropes and blindfold off the chair and sets them on the bed.

“Strip, please.”

TK smiles slyly. “Well, when you ask so nicely like that,” he muses, slipping his shirt over his head and letting it drop carelessly to the ground.

Carlos watches hungrily as TK removes his jeans next and toes off his socks. He goes lastly for his boxer briefs, but Carlos shakes his head.

“Those can stay for now. I’ll get to them myself.”

He can see the curiosity flash in TK’s eyes, but his boyfriend doesn’t ask any questions. He simply lets his hands fall to his sides and awaits further instruction.

Carlos looks over his nearly naked frame and licks his lips.

“Sit.”

TK does so at once, obedient as ever. Carlos lets out a breath and grabs the ropes. He notes the way TK’s chest rises and falls a bit heavier at the sight of them.

“Are you okay? Do you still want to do this?” Carlos asks. He’d scrap the entire night’s plan in a heartbeat if TK shows even a fraction of hesitancy or doubt.

“I’m excited and I’m eager, but I’m not scared,” TK replies, looking him right in the eyes. “That’s the last thing I’m feeling right now. I promise. I just want this to be good for you...I want to be good for you.”

Carlos places his hand under TK’s chin and tips his head upwards a bit so he can kiss him, his thumb skimming back and forth on his jaw. TK sits up a bit more and kisses him sweetly, a soft sigh leaving him as they break apart.

Carlos rests his forehead against TK’s. “This is already everything to me.”

He moves away then and uses his foot to spread TK’s legs wider apart. He starts there, wrapping the rope around TK and the legs of the chair, tying it securely. He drops a kiss on both TK’s thighs as he works, subtly brushing the back of his hand against TK’s growing erection.

The contrast of the dark rope against TK’s skin just does something to him. It’s a bit disorienting for a moment, the realization that this fantasy that’s always just existed in the corners of his mind is being made real.

His movements are methodical as he continues on, grabbing another rope for TK’s upper half.

“Arms behind your back. Around the chair,” he instructs. His cock twitches at TK’s urgency to follow orders.

He binds TK’s hands first, letting his fingertips brush soothingly along TK’s skin as he notes a slight tremble in them.

Carlos moves on to TK’s torso, letting the rope wrap around his frame and tying a secure knot to keep him in place. Carlos takes a step back and admires his handiwork.

“Not too tight?” he asks, double checking one of the knots against TK’s chest.

TK shakes his head. “It’s perfect.”

Assured, Carlos goes for the blindfold. He smiles at TK before securing it around his eyes. From their adventures two weeks ago, he knows all too well how overwhelmed TK must be feeling now. He leans in and kisses him, reminding TK to breathe and signal at any point should he need it.

Looking at TK now, all bound like this, Carlos almost doesn’t even know where to start. He takes a slow walk around him, once again taking notice of TK’s quickened breathing. The delay hadn’t been intentional at first, but now Carlos takes a bit of pleasure in watching him squirm.

He stands behind him and massages TK's shoulders to ease tension he sees there. TK leans his head back against Carlos’ stomach. He can see goosebumps on TK’s skin. It blows his mind to know he can have this kind of effect.

“God, I love your hands,” TK mutters. Carlos smirks and gets his hands into TK’s hair as he licks a strip up the side of his neck.

TK curses under his breath, stirring a bit in his seat.

Carlos leans in and trails open mouth kissing up the length of his neck. He can feel TK’s pulse quicken. Carlos exhales against his skin, relishing in the way TK shivers and moans softly.

He lets his lips journey to TK’s shoulders as his hands run down the planes of his chest. Carlos bites down on the juncture between TK’s shoulder and neck and sucks a bruising mark into his skin.

He can see TK’s cock grow hard, his snug boxer briefs doing nothing to hide his arousal. Carlos smooths his tongue over the mark he’s made and switches sides. TK’s head tips backward as Carlos idly plays with his nipples, humming appreciatively.

Carlos moves away from him just then. TK tilts his head to the side as if trying to listen out for where Carlos has gone. Carlos keeps his steps light as he comes to a stop in front of TK and settles on his knees.

He skims his fingertips up from TK’s knees to his inner thighs, marveling at the way TK’s muscles tighten under his touch. A dark patch forms on the material of TK’s boxer briefs, right at the tip of his cock.

Carlos curses and touches him then, stroking him through the fabric. TK whines, no doubt sensitive, but Carlos can hardly resist. He moves his attention to TK’s balls, kneading them as he leans forward and sucks the head of TK’s dick through his underwear.

TK thrashes against his restraints, but Carlos has tied him so expertly, the ropes don’t slip so much as a centimeter. Carlos rolls his tongue over the slit, certain the friction must be driving TK insane as his thighs twitch again.

He grows impatient with the barrier between them and tugs TK’s underwear down, exhaling softly as his cock springs free. Carlos gets his mouth on him again and the relieved breath TK takes fills the room.

Carlos takes a deep breath through his nose as he slackens his jaw and takes TK in further, suctioning against his shaft as he goes.

“Jesus Christ,” TK spits.

Carlos pulls back and laughs.

“That’s a bit sacrilegious, no?” he muses though he’s in no position to talk. He’s down on his knees worshiping TK’s cock like it’s a deity and TK’s thighs are an altar.

He takes TK in once more, all teasing gone as he loses himself in sucking TK’s dick. His nails anchor and scratch down his boyfriend’s thighs as he moans.

Above him, TK blathers on, his words meshing together. But Carlos catches a few words of praise here and there. Carlos fondles his balls; TK’s hips jerk forward at his touch. He can feel TK pulsing against his tongue.

Carlos works his way back towards TK’s tip and rolls his tongue over his slit, shivering at the taste there. TK’s head lobs back, his mouth falling open as he pants.

Carlos pulls off then and stands up as TK tilts his head and frowns.

“Come back,” he whines. Carlos laughs and shakes his head to himself.

“Patience.”

“That’s never been my strong suit, especially when it comes to you.”

Carlos bites back on his lower lip.

“You’ll have me soon enough,” he says, running his fingers through TK’s hair. “But, unfortunately, you’re not exactly in a position to help me with this next part.”

TK’s brows furrow above the blindfold and Carlos leans in and kisses him.

“Well, that’s not true. You can listen and talk me through it, if you’d like.”

TK lets loose a breath. “I wanna watch.”

Carlos laughs and kisses him again before retreating to the bed and stepping out of his boxer briefs.

“Use your imagination.”

TK scoffs. “That’s so mean. Nothing could ever compare to the real thing.”

Carlos blushes in spite of himself as he grabs a bottle of lube from the bedside table and gets himself situated on the bed, his body aimed perfectly to keep TK in his view. The sight of him blindfolded and bound, completely naked and at his mercy all evening brings over yet another wave arousal inside him.

Carlos coats his fingers and entrance, pushing his legs back. He lightly strokes his fingers against himself, imagining it’s TK. He breathes heavily, stirring against the bed.

“I wish I could touch you right now,” TK rasps. “I bet you’re so tight. You’d open up so beautifully for me.”

Carlos shivers. It’s far too tempting a thought to spring TK free for this, to have him make good on the promise. But there’s something sensuous and appealing about this too.

He works a finger inside himself, groaning at the tightness. TK hisses as if he too can feel how snug Carlos is.

Carlos begins to pleasure himself in earnest, soft breaths slipping from him. TK twitches against the restraints as Carlos lets out a moan.

He talks Carlos through, guides him on how to touch himself. Heat gathers in the pit of his stomach.

“One more. You can take it,” TK coaches and Carlos does as he’s told and adds another finger, fucking himself over the digits until he craves more.

“I need you,” Carlos hiccups, slipping his fingers out of himself and getting up.

He coats TK’s cock with lube, his boyfriend still hard from talking him through moments before. Carlos settles on top of him and sinks down on TK’s length until he’s fully seated. His breaths come out in sharp pants against TK’s mouth as he moves slowly. He’s not as loose as TK’s expertise would have gotten him, but the stretch feels good and makes him feel even closer to TK now.

“You’re still a bit tight,” TK notes, his tone approving.

“Guess I’ll just have to keep riding you ‘til I’m nice and loose,” Carlos grits.

TK curses and Carlos starts to ride him in earnest as he grows used to the sensation. Carlos gets a hand around his cock and pumps steadily, squeezing his length every now and then on downstrokes.

His breaths mix with TK’s, the two of them writhing against each other, foreheads pressed together.

“You feel so good,” Carlos keens, his fingers twining in his boyfriend’s hair as TK meets with his prostate.

“That’s it, that’s it,” TK chants, egging him on. “You’re nearly there. You wanna feel me come inside you so badly, I can tell. You’re just aching to be filled up.”

Carlos’ face burns pleasurably at TK’s words. He’s a hundred percent correct. He can feel himself clenching around TK’s length repeatedly.

He comes hard in the small space between them, his stomach warm with his release. TK’s name falls from his lips in a broken gasp, fingers gripping tight to his boyfriend’s hair to anchor him. He shudders as TK comes inside him, a soft whimper pouring out of him as he continues to ride his cock, wanting TK to enjoy every bit of his orgasm too.

His hips only still once TK settles beneath him. Carlos still clings to him. His thighs scream in protest, but it’s the right side of painful; the burn feels good.

He stays in place as they both try to catch their breaths. Carlos kisses the side of TK’s face before he leans over a bit and undoes the knots on TK’s hands and arms. TK touches him immediately, hands running up the light sheen of sweat on his thighs. Carlos shivers involuntarily, not even realizing just how badly he’s been craving TK’s touch.

TK reaches up towards the blindfold, but Carlos stops him.

“Not yet. I need you to do one more thing for me and then I’ll take it off of you.”

“Whatever you want. Just tell me what you need.”

Carlos leans forward and kisses him for a moment before reluctantly lifting his hips and sliding off TK’s slick cock. He takes his time untying the rest of TK, noting the places where the rope bit into TK’s skin a little; there are some imprints against his torso and legs. Carlos kisses all those places before he guides TK to the bed.

He sits with his back against the headboard, letting TK settle over him. He combs his fingers through TK’s hair, brushing a few damp strands off his forehead. The sight of TK with the blindfold still on like this m

“I made a mess on my stomach. I want you to have a taste and clean me up.”

“Gladly.”

TK licks his lips before lowering his face. He uses his hands to help him gauge just how far down he is on Carlos’ body. He swipes his tongue and finds Carlos’ navel. TK lets out moan after moan as he works, his tongue smooth and slick against Carlos’ abs.

Carlos sighs and works his fingers back into TK’s hair, threading through the strands. He’s about to tell TK he’s done a good job and relieve him of the blindfold when TK noses further down and laps his tongue against his cock.

Carlos lets out a gasp in surprise. TK swirls his tongue once against the head before placing a kiss on Carlos’ hip bone.

Carlos slips off the blindfold and tilts TK’s chin upwards to meet his eyes.

TK blinks a few times and smiles at him, eyes electric and wild as he moves up his body a bit and straddles Carlos’ hips.

“I missed that face,” TK says, his hands framing either side of Carlos’ head before kissing Carlos all over his cheeks and forehead.

TK’s got such a playful energy to him that Carlos can’t get enough of.

“So, I take it you enjoyed yourself this evening just as much as I did, huh?” Carlos teases once he settles down.

TK beams at him. “It’s always a good time with you.”

#fivealarmfest2022 #tarlos #tarlos fic #carlos reyes #tk strand #ronenrubinstein #userthai #tusersonia #tuserpaige #useralie #useream #usernicholas #usersteen #usermimsi #userbones #tusersilence #tuserangela #kimmy writes

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welcometololaland · 2 years

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DAY 7 - FIVE ALARM FEST

(Writer's choice)

And They Were Roommates

(Explicit, ~6.9k, season 2 episode 10 missing scene)

TK sighs and drops down to the box with Carlos, lifting a sleeve out and running it through his hands. “Can’t we just put these boxes in the second bedroom and hide them from ourselves?” he asks. “I’ll go through them eventually.”

“Absolutely not,” Carlos says, shaking his head. “You need to be confronted by your decision to buy so many versions of the same clothing item.”

TK groans and flops his forehead into Carlos’ shoulder. “Moving sucks,” he summarises.

“Moving sucks when you own enough stuff for a family of four,” Carlos retorts. “Come on, I’m sure I’ve got space somewhere in here for the two thousand hoodies which are completely incompatible with the Austin climate.”

#tarlos #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tk x carlos #fivealarmfest2022 #a little help from my friends

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reyescarlos · 2 years

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my mirror staring back at me || a tarlos fic

summary: TK likes what he sees when Carlos is in the shower, so Carlos gives him something to watch.

word count: 4.1k || rated e || day 6 of @fivealarmfest || read on ao3

Aren't you somethin' to admire? 'Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror And I can't help but notice You reflect in this heart of mine

From early on, one of TK’s favorite things about living with Carlos has been how easily the domestic life suits them. From the condo to the loft, from boyfriends to husbands, sharing space with Carlos has always been organic.

In big and small ways, the gratitude he feels to the universe for bringing them together like this hits him. Like now, on an unremarkable Tuesday night as they get ready for bed, TK finds himself getting swept up in his thoughts as he washes his face.

Their wedding bands sit in the small dish on the counter in the bathroom. It does something to his heart to see them there together like this. The novelty of being Carlos’ husband has yet to lessen over the last couple of years and TK doubts that it ever will.

Every day since they both stood before their families and friends and uttered the words “I do”, TK has felt as if he’s been living inside of a dream. The fact that this is real, that he gets to have something this good for the rest of his life never ceases to amaze him.

He shakes himself a bit and turns on the faucet. He lets the water run for just a few seconds before beginning the work of washing the cleanser off.

His eyes wander from his own face to the other view in the mirror.

He can see Carlos’ silhouette through the glass and steam of the shower. He can picture all too clearly what Carlos must look like in there, sudsy and sopping wet. It’s a sight he’s had the pleasure of seeing on multiple occasions over the years.

He’ll be on best behavior now, he vows. He’ll give Carlos his own personal time to get clean before bed. He’ll fight every instinct he feels right this second to push open the door and join him.

TK forces himself to look away, blaming the sudden surge of horniness on the temperature in the room. It’s extremely warm and heady and it’s been a long day. Plus, he’s only human. He doubts he can truly be faulted when his husband looks the way he does.

TK splashes water on his face and grabs his face cloth, patting his skin dry.

He can still see Carlos’ figure in the mirror as he looks at himself and is all too relieved when the water shuts off a few moments later.

That relief is short lived once he’s met with Carlos’ wet naked body stepping out, his skin a bit pink in some areas where either he scrubbed too hard or the hot water got to him. TK wants to run his tongue like a salve along those spots to soothe the skin. Just the thought alone makes his own body feel hot.

Carlos runs a hand through his wet hair, brushing his curls off his forehead.

TK watches a rivulet of water make its way down from Carlos’ collarbone to his chest. He tracks the course it takes through the groove of his pecs and down his abdomen. It gets lost in the tuft of hair between his legs.

TK swallows hard as his cock stiffens.

He doesn’t realize how long he’s been staring for until he looks back up at his reflection and finds Carlos eyeing him thoughtfully.

TK clears his throat, his face flushing pink. Carlos walks over to him, still dripping wet and completely ignoring his towel hung up just outside the shower. TK takes advantage once more of the mirror and watches Carlos’ naked body as it comes up behind him, and Carlos kisses him softly behind the ear.

“Hello there. Saw something you liked?” Carlos whispers and TK can feel his pulse quicken at once from his tone of voice and proximity.

He barely manages a semblance of a nod, a lump seemingly lodged in his throat. Carlos nudges his neck playfully with the tip of his nose.

“My love, I asked you a question. Did you see something you liked?” he repeats slowly, gripping TK’s hip as he traps his earlobe between his teeth.

“Yes,” TK rasps, breath catching as Carlos’ hand moves from his hip to between his legs.

“Oh god,” he chokes out, gripping the edge of the counter.

Carlos isn't shy about touching him, no doubt pleased with himself with how quickly TK is surrendering to him. He squeezes TK over the material of his boxer briefs, thumb brushing against the head of his hard cock.

“Oh, I can tell you did. You liked it a whole lot.”

TK’s face flushes even further.

“It’s all your fault. You have no business being this sexy. It’s really unfair.”

Carlos chuckles and tilts head. “Ah, so you’re a victim. Is that what I’m hearing?” he asks, skimming his fingers along TK’s shaft as if testing to see just how hard he is.

“I didn’t do anything. I simply stepped out of the shower. Same as I do every day.”

TK snorts. “Yeah, looking like some kind of god sent here to wreck me. What’s a man to do? Not gawk? Not appreciate every square inch of your body?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Carlos laughs. It rumbles in his chest; TK can feel it against his back where they’re pressed together. It’s a playful sound that’s now at complete odds with what his hand is doing as it dips into TK’s boxer briefs and takes hold of his bare cock.

TK gasps, his hips instantly snapping forward into the warmth of Carlos’ hand.

“Babe…,” he cautions, trailing off. He feels heat crackling in the pit of his stomach.

“Is something the matter?” Carlos asks, his voice syrupy sweet and innocent as the pad of his thumb smears the bit of precum leaking at TK’s tip.

“Screw you. You know what you’re doing,” TK hiccups, no bite in his words, just sheer desperation.

Carlos doesn’t say a word, just smirks and hums softly. He rubs small circles against TK’s shaft and sucks on TK’s earlobe. Carlos’ hand doesn't still, even as he lets out the airiest of moans that makes TK’s cock throb in response.

TK’s jaw clenches as he looks at them in the mirror. He looks wrecked already and they’ve barely gotten started.

Carlos runs his free hand across TK’s chest and pinches one of his nipples, rolling the nub between his fingertips. TK’s toes curl at the move. Carlos knows all his weak spots.

He’s taking his time, painfully so. Carlos has always been a little too good at taunting him like this, bringing him to the edge of his patience before TK flat out begs for it.

Luckily, TK isn’t above such things.

“Baby, please. I need it,” he says, catching Carlos’ eye in their reflection. “Just have me.”

He sees the uptick at the corner of his husband’s mouth.

“Need or want?” Carlos asks, still making no effort to rush as he sets a tortuously slow pace on TK’s cock.

“Both,” TK grits impatiently, thrusting forward into Carlos’ palm again, attempting to goad him into going faster or being more deliberate with his strokes.

Carlos kisses the back of his neck, peppering his skin with it as he presses his erection against TK who grinds over it immediately. Carlos mutters a curse and TK takes satisfaction in knowing Carlos is just as much on this razor’s edge as him.

Carlos slips his hand out and TK actually pouts.

“I can’t fuck you if you’re still wearing these,” Carlos says, snapping the waistband of TK’s boxer briefs against his hip.

TK’s stomach somersaults. He hurries to rid himself of the offending garment, kicking it aside the moment it touches the ground.

Carlos runs an appraising hand down the length of his spine and TK’s back arches to his touch, the same way a sunflower does to rays of sunshine. It’s just natural, this pull between them. It has never mattered when or where they are, his body instinctively falls into step with Carlos’.

TK sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as Carlos’ fingers brush against his rim. He feels the muscles in his lower abdomen tighten at once. He’s downright needy now with his desire to feel those fingers buried inside him.

Carlos rummages through the top drawer and TK spreads his legs a bit wider, watching as Carlos flicks open a bottle of lube.

He bites back on his lower lip once more as Carlos begins to work him open. He’s eager, but he relaxes his body, wanting to savor every second of this prep. His eyes flutter closed as Carlos gets his finger in knuckle deep in his ass and pulses the digit inside him.

“Fuck,” TK rasps, rolling back against Carlos’ finger. “That feels so good.”

He’s so keyed up he feels desperate for any bit of Carlos he can have.

“Just you wait,” Carlos says against his ear as he adds a second finger.

TK thrusts back onto Carlos’ hand, moaning his husband’s name as Carlos curls his fingers inside him, striking him just right. TK groans, riding Carlos’ fingers as a third one is added.

“Please, baby. I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready,” he whines. “Take me.”

Heat flashes in Carlos’ eyes as kisses TK’s temple and slides his fingers free. He aligns himself perfectly with TK’s entrance, the head of his cock slipping in with the greatest of ease. TK’s eyes roll shut as Carlos’ length gradually fills him, his head lobbing forward.

The feel of Carlos inside him is indescribable. They’ve been at this for years, and it always feels like the first time each time they’re together. He squeezes his eyes together tightly, his body awash in pleasure as he thrusts back on Carlos’ cock.

“Open your eyes,” Carlos says authoritatively, right into his ear. “I want you to watch yourself and see how well you take it.”

The command sends a thrill through him, goosebumps rising all over his arms and torso despite the heat in the room.

It takes TK a few seconds, but he does as he’s told. He watches the way his mouth falls open as Carlos drives into him sharply. His face is the picture of bliss, color rising in his cheeks and chest. He’s equal parts bashful and aroused by the image in front of him.

“You see why I can’t get enough of you? So goddamn beautiful, so fucking hot,” Carlos grunts.

TK’s gaze slips at those words and Carlos is quick, tilting him back to face his reflection.

“Watch. Don’t take your eyes off yourself, you hear me?” Carlos says, his hips meeting with TK’s ass.

TK manages to nod, not trusting himself to have a voice right now. Carlos fills his ear with even more dirty talk. TK whimpers as Carlos crashes into him again and again.

TK lowers his hand and touches his own cock. He’s been leaking this whole time, so turned on that his body can’t help but to react to all the stimulation.

His hand moves with such ease over his shaft given how wet he is. His jaw drops a bit more. Behind him, Carlos’ gaze in the mirror is unwavering and carnal. It sends the most delicious chill down TK’s spine. He returns his gaze solely on himself, watches in awe at the way the pleasure he feels translates to his expressions.

It’s interesting to see himself like this, the view Carlos has had since the first time they hooked up years ago all the way through now.

He looks absolutely depraved and it stirs something within him to an insane degree to watch himself get fucked.

TK turns his head, seeking out Carlos’ mouth, desperate for more of him. They find each other at once. TK kisses him messily, biting and tugging on Carlos’ lower lip as he pulls away. Without needing to be told, he looks at his reflection immediately.

“Shit,” he hisses. He can feel himself losing the battle to keep going.

“Can you..,” TK trails off, not even sure how to ask for what he needs just then.

He guides Carlos’ hand to lightly wrap around the base of his neck, applying the faintest amount of pressure. It releases something in him he can’t quite explain.

A moan so primal and deep breaks out from his mouth, surprising the both of them. Carlos tells him just how good he’s being, how much he loves the sounds TK makes.

“You’re right there, I can feel it,” Carlos says as TK thrusts back on his cock hurriedly.

There’s no finesse to it as he feels his orgasm come barreling through. He almost looks away, almost drops his head as his climax washes over him, but Carlos’ hand on his neck keeps him trained to look forward.

TK has never once thought about what he looked like when he orgasmed, but now the image is seared into his brain. It’s not a bad sight at all.

Carlos must agree as he comes with one final sharp thrust a few seconds later and a grunt in TK’s ear, his release filling his hole. The warmth of it leaves TK breathless and his knees weak. But Carlos wraps an arm around him and keeps him upright against his body, sturdy enough for the both of them just then.

They stay frozen for a moment, their breaths coming out heavy and uneven. Carlos rests his forehead on TK’s shoulder briefly before looking at him in the mirror.

“So good for me,” Carlos mutters.

TK smiles at him in the mirror, happy as always to know he’s pleased Carlos, and quickly washes his release off his hand.

Carlos pulls out and TK whimpers at the loss. He grips the edge of the sink as Carlos places kisses against his shoulder blades and the base of his neck. TK licks his lips and turns on the spot, capturing Carlos’ mouth with his own. He can barely breathe, but it hardly matters. He needs Carlos’ lips more than air right now.

The kiss is rough and messy, much like the sex they’ve just had. He can feel Carlos’ cum running down the backs of his thighs, but he’s in no hurry to get cleaned up now, to rid himself of it. If anything, it just turns him on more. It makes him feel claimed and serves as evidence of what they’ve just shared.

He gets his fingers into Carlos’ hair, this new position allowing him to grab two fistfuls of the dark and damp curls. He yanks, relishing in the moan that rips from his husband’s throat at the gesture.

Carlos kisses him back just as sloppily, backing TK up against the wall and rutting against him. TK cries out, his cock spent, but the sensitivity drives him mad in the best way. He seeks out friction again, gasping into Carlos’ mouth before slipping his tongue inside.

He toys with Carlos’ tongue, sucking it softly. Carlos’ fingers hold on almost bruisingly to his hips as he grinds against him.

The room fills with their ragged breaths and moans as TK hitches up a leg and wraps it around Carlos’ waist. He feels both them reacting to each other, their cocks hardening as they get lost in one another. With Carlos, he’s outright insatiable and it’s clear the feeling is mutual.

“You’re rearing for round two already, huh?” Carlos pants against his lips. “Think you could take me again so soon?”

“I want it,” TK says breathlessly. He resumes the kiss, nails digging into Carlos’ shoulders as he shifts his hips, shivering as Carlos’ dick brushes against his balls.

His head spinning at the thought of getting fucked once more. He wants it so desperately and he’s certainly loose enough for it still.

He pulls back to take in a clean breath, his lungs feeling like they’ve caught fire.

“I love feeling full because of you. I miss your cock already,” he says with a shrug, tracing his fingertips along Carlos’ pecs as he leans back against the wall.

He dips his head and traps one of Carlos’ nipples between his teeth, wrapping his tongue around the nub as it hardens. He spends a few seconds sucking the sensitive flesh. Carlos’ hand lands on the back of his neck, massaging gently. TK switches to the other side and does the same, his hands holding steady to Carlos’ sides.

“If I had it my way, I’d be getting fucked by you 24/7,” he murmurs in between the kisses he places on Carlos warm skin. “Forget eating, drinking, everything else. All I want is you inside me.”

He isn’t shy in the least bit in being vocal about the things he likes.

They’ve been married a little over two years now and everything between them still feels brand new, the honeymoon phase very much alive and well.

TK peers up at him through his lashes and Carlos curses low under his breath.

“You have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that,” Carlos murmurs.

On the contrary, TK knows exactly how much it gets Carlos riled up. He’s banking on it now to heighten matters even further.

Carlos runs his thumb across TK’s bottom lip before pressing the digit to TK’s chin and guiding his mouth open.

TK doesn’t hesitate and sucks Carlos’ finger into his mouth, tasting the saltiness of Carlos’ sweat. They’re both absolute hot and sticky wrecks, but TK is so aroused by it, he feels as if he could just burst.

Carlos watches hungrily as TK makes a show of sucking his thumb, swirling his tongue around the finger like it’s Carlos’ dick and moaning so loudly it practically echoes off the walls.

He lowers his hands, letting his fingers rake down Carlos’ back and to his ass. He squeezes roughly, kneading the supple flesh and thrusting forward, his cock rubbing against Carlos’ tight abs. The friction feels good even though he’s still sensitive. There’s something a bit addictive, especially the soft sounds it pulls out of Carlos.

Carlos slips his finger out of TK’s mouth, his eyes dark as he puts a hand on TK’s shoulder and pushes down gently. TK doesn’t need any instruction beyond that; he gets the memo at once.

He’s already shown how good he is with having something in his mouth right now. It only feels right to graduate to the real thing.

He settles on his knees before Carlos, once again looking up at him through his lashes. Carlos bites back on his lower lip.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he rasps and TK feels himself blush a bit at the compliment. He wonders if there will ever come a day when words like that from Carlos won’t make him light up. He surely hopes not.

TK licks a long languid strip along Carlos’ slick cock, whimpering at the taste of Carlos’ release from before. He places his hands on the back of Carlos’ legs and zeroes in on his glorious thighs first.

He nibbles softly, sinking his teeth in just a bit and sucking little marks against his smooth skin before shifting his focus to the very tip of Carlos’ cock. He lets his tongue tease the slit with soft licks before he slackens his jaw and takes Carlos into the wet heat of his mouth.

Carlos’ fingers rifle through his hair, tugging occasionally at his roots as he rocks forward. TK’s cock feels heavy between his legs, but he dials into Carlos solely, maintaining eye contact as he takes him down to the hilt and back out again. Carlos whimpers at his ministrations and TK is quick in swallowing Carlos’ length once more, cheeks hollowing around him.

His husband fucks into his mouth and TK feels Carlos twitch against his tongue as he rolls the muscle along the underside of Carlos’ shaft.

He knows Carlos could easily come from this.

“Christ,” Carlos hiccups, jerking back and slipping himself out of TK’s mouth. He grips the base of his cock immediately, his eyes squeezing shut for a second. TK wouldn’t mind at all if Carlos were to come in his mouth just then, but the promise of feeling that load in his ass instead outweighs all else.

TK smirks and gets to his feet at once. He immediately goes back to the sink and bends over, putting himself shamelessly on display.

“Fucking hell, TK,” Carlos pants as he coats his entrance one more time.

TK bites back on his lower lip as Carlos’ fingers meet no real resistance. Carlos teases his prostate and TK’s body, so much like a live wire now, twitches. He steadies himself by holding onto the sink’s edge.

A whispered “perfect,” is the last thing TK hears before Carlos pushes into him and the room fills with the sound of flesh pounding against flesh.

They’re both spent and exhausted and TK isn’t expecting this to last long at all, but it feels so good to be stuffed with Carlos’ cock again. He’s grateful for having tomorrow off. He’s not so sure he’ll be able to walk without giving it away what they’ve gotten into tonight.

TK lowers a hand, ready to tighten a fist around his cock and relieve himself, but Carlos nudges it away gently with his own and takes a hold, pumping in time to meet with his thrusts.

TK tips his hips up, eyes watering as Carlos strikes against his prostate. He lets out a choked sound and a few seconds later, he cries out Carlos’ name as he comes for a second time, spilling all over his husband’s fist.

Carlos follows him over the edge a beat later, once more filling TK up with his release. TK shudders, a desperate, wounded sound leaving him as the heat spreads in his ass.

Carlos kisses across his shoulder blades, a bracing hand on TK’s hip to keep them both steady.

TK stands upright then, almost unable to recognize himself in the mirror. His hair is mussed from earlier and in complete disarray, his pupils blown, mouth a harsh red. His chest heaves, eyes so wild as he takes in everything.

Carlos looks at him too, gently rubbing his sides before burying his face in the crook of TK’s neck. He leaves soft kisses on TK’s hot skin that make his already erratic heartbeat thump faster. Carlos is still buried inside him and the slightest shift of his hips makes TK let out a quiet sob.

“Nice and full?” Carlos murmurs against the shell of his ear.

TK’s throat feels too hoarse to even speak. He hums quietly in response, shivering as Carlos pulls out slowly. Carlos lowers one hand to TK’s ass, fingers gently probing before stuffing him, keeping his release inside of him.

TK licks his lips and tries to settle his breathing. He feels almost delirious. He doesn’t know how he’s still standing.

“God, it’s so sexy seeing you like this,” Carlos says with a sigh. With his free hand, he rummages through one of the drawers and extracts something TK can’t quite see.

“As much as I’d like to watch you dripping because of me,” he continues, “I want you to keep the feeling a little while longer.”

TK sees just then a quick flash of a plug before Carlos moves his hand and lets the device take the place of his fingers. It’s not as satisfying as Carlos’ cock, but it’s the next best thing.

TK turns then and kisses Carlos heatedly, pressing his body flush up against him, arms draping over Carlos’ shoulders, hands settling at the base of his neck. His thumbs brush along his smooth skin.

“You spoil me,” he murmurs against his lips.

Carlos smiles at him, the high color in his face so bright and beautiful, TK can hardly stand to look directly at him, but he does anyway.

“You deserve it. You were incredible.” Carlos rubs his palm on the side of TK’s ass and looks at him softly.

“I’ll let you keep the mess in there, but the rest of you needs to get cleaned up now.”

Carlos pecks his lips one last time before tugging TK towards the shower with him.

“I expect you to be very, very thorough then. A deep clean from top to bottom,” TK says, as Carlos on the faucet.

Carlos smirks and snakes an arm around TK’s waist, pressing their chest squarely against each other’s .

“I promise, I’ll leave no part of you untouched.”

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