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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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.