Everything was starting to fall into place finally. TK gripped Carlos’ hand and looked back up at the sky from their lounged position on the others car. It was beautiful after a whole lot of crazy. The fresh stitches were holding up and he finally felt like other parts of him could start to heal as well.
This was everywhere he wanted to be. Austin, 129, Carlos. All of it.
Squeezing the other mans hand he smiled and rolled his head to the side to look over his face again. Maybe part of him felt like he didn’t deserve Carlos. Maybe he was scared. But he’d learned that they worked really well together and despite all of his short comings, Carlos was still there. Still giving him chance after chance.
“Hey,” he gave the others hand a little tug, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
It's a bit crazy really. They'd gone from very nearly putting an end to whatever had been between them to this in the span of ...hours. There's a tiny part of Carlos that's expecting TK to pull away at some point, close himself off again and he desperately does not want that to happen. He still didn't put a name to all those big feelings he'd had when he saw TK in the hospital but this is better than TK walking away, leaving Texas altogether even. They're a good team and Carlos is glad he's not losing that.
Carlos grins, his head tilting and his eyes moving back to TK. They kept wandering over to him despite the magical sky above them -- the once in a lifetime view but it still didn't hold a candle to TK.
"Yeah, I do," Carlos responds, a short laugh with it that ebbs away before he adds, "You're the one that's amazing, TK."
Walking away from his family, from 129, from Austin, from Carlos wasn’t ever really an option. He just realized that a little late is all. It took something desperate for him to understand that.
Carlos was special. And maybe deep down TK knows that they’re a better fit than he and his ex had been. So why did he keep running from it?
Carefully, he shifted closer on the hood of the car until they were so close that nothing could get between them. The sky was reflected all over the others skin, his eyes; everything took on the most beautiful teal hue and he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. So instead he lifted his head enough to kiss him. It wasn’t rushed. (At least not yet.) But it was a very pointed: I’m not going anywhere.
Carlos watches TK as he moves closer. God, how is he so perfect? He keeps a
hold of his hand. He slips his free hand to Tk’s cheek and then into his
hair when TK kisses him. There’s a certainty in the feel of the kiss,
something comforting. He exhales as he kisses him back. Carlos can’t help
but feel a hunger at the affection.
He wants every part of TK. He’d always wanted more than sex and they were
getting there but physical intimacy like that kiss is still something he
needs, he wants.
He squeezes the hand that he’s holding. How far they’ve come.
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This was everywhere he wanted to be. Austin, 129, Carlos. All of it.
Squeezing the other mans hand he smiled and rolled his head to the side to look over his face again. Maybe part of him felt like he didn’t deserve Carlos. Maybe he was scared. But he’d learned that they worked really well together and despite all of his short comings, Carlos was still there. Still giving him chance after chance.
“Hey,” he gave the others hand a little tug, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
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Carlos grins, his head tilting and his eyes moving back to TK. They kept wandering over to him despite the magical sky above them -- the once in a lifetime view but it still didn't hold a candle to TK.
"Yeah, I do," Carlos responds, a short laugh with it that ebbs away before he adds, "You're the one that's amazing, TK."
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Carlos was special. And maybe deep down TK knows that they’re a better fit than he and his ex had been. So why did he keep running from it?
Carefully, he shifted closer on the hood of the car until they were so close that nothing could get between them. The sky was reflected all over the others skin, his eyes; everything took on the most beautiful teal hue and he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. So instead he lifted his head enough to kiss him. It wasn’t rushed. (At least not yet.) But it was a very pointed: I’m not going anywhere.
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Carlos watches TK as he moves closer. God, how is he so perfect? He keeps a hold of his hand. He slips his free hand to Tk’s cheek and then into his hair when TK kisses him. There’s a certainty in the feel of the kiss, something comforting. He exhales as he kisses him back. Carlos can’t help but feel a hunger at the affection.
He wants every part of TK. He’d always wanted more than sex and they were getting there but physical intimacy like that kiss is still something he needs, he wants.
He squeezes the hand that he’s holding. How far they’ve come.