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Asha’s gossiping with Carlos, undoubtedly giving him the rundown of the firehouse drama over at Station 129. HR was called after a firefighter resuscitated a victim who wasn’t actually unconscious.

“So then the guy goes, ‘I’m just a heavy napper!’” she’s saying, both hands spread wide in the air for emphasis.

Carlos looks like he’s not sure if he should laugh or scream, his face twisted into a horrified smile. 

Marjan and Joe are here too. Joe’s helping Paul man the grill while Marjan attempts to teach Jonah how to play cornhole. He’s already got his shoes off, bright green blades of grass sticking to the bottoms of his feet.

Baby Yara’s been passed from person to person all afternoon. Right now she’s gazing up at TK, who’s cradling her in his lap in his perch at the picnic table. Watching it all.

Marjan’s standing with Jonah, only a few feet in front of the cornhole board that Paul bought on impulse a few weeks ago at Costco, not able to resist the charm of the LED-lit boards. 

“Now we can play cornhole after dark,” he winked when he told the gang about it.

She guides Jonah’s little hand, helping him lob the yellow bag towards the hole in the board. It takes a few tries, but when he finally makes it he hops on his toes with glee.

“Cornhole!!” he shouts.

To his delight, the whole yard shouts back.

“Cornhole!!”

Thanks for the tags @ladyknight1512 and @carlos-in-glasses!

There’s heat behind him and Carlos shifts, finds his husband wrapped around him. TK has an arm draped over Carlos’s middle and the warmth of his whole body is tucked up along Carlos’s back. It makes him smile. They gravitate to each other unconsciously, more often than not waking some version of tangled up together. Carlos loves it. He never knew he was a tactile sleeper until he had someone in his bed every night who likes to touch and cuddle and be held, and now Carlos has trouble sleeping without it on the unfortunately many nights their rotating schedules don’t align.

He breathes, pushing his face into the pillow to inhale the fresh scent of their fabric softener in the smooth cotton. He teases TK about his love of nice things but the luxury of their expensive sheets is something Carlos will never regret.

Behind him, TK shifts. He makes a soft noise, one trapped somewhere between asleep and awake, and his hips tilt forward; his body subconsciously seeking Carlos’s to press against. The warmth and hardness of him has Carlos smiling even more giddily, and already a little bit wishing they hadn’t made a dinner reservation tonight so Carlos won’t be able to spend the entire day pinning TK to their bed and lovingly torturing him until he’s a trembling mess. On the other hand, that’s hours and hours from now so he’ll have plenty of time. And the reservation is at the restaurant where they ate the night before their rehearsal dinner, and that was such a beautiful night that Carlos wants to recapture the way they felt in nice sweaters on a sparse dance floor, standing on the precipice of the rest of their lives.

He pushes his ass back, grinning as TK moans softly and sounds just a little bit more with it, before he rolls over. He finds TK blinking at him sleepily, a haze in his eyes and a peachy blush to his cheeks, face half-buried in the pillow and so stunningly, devastatingly perfect.

“Morning, baby,” Carlos whispers. Every month that word seems to fall more and more from his lips, becoming practiced and so familiar that it almost feels wrong, lately, to call TK anything else.

“Happy one month anniversary,” TK whispers back, readjusting his head on the pillow and drawing his hand up from underneath the covers so he can reach out and stroke Carlos’s cheek.

Carlos turns into it, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to the heel of TK’s palm. “I’ve loved being married to you for one month.”

“Got another, I don’t know, 2500 in you?”

He’s teasing, but the thought makes Carlos just a little bit sad. It doesn’t sound like nearly enough months. He wants ten thousand or more.

“I’ve got as many as the universe lets us have,” he says, trying and failing to keep it from sounding solemn and serious.

“Oh,” TK murmurs. He shuffles closer, braiding himself into Carlos like intertwining fingers – legs and arms and hearts tangling up.

“Sorry,” Carlos mutters.

“Never be sorry,” TK answers, stroking Carlos’s back. He smells so familiar, all the little notes of fragrance that make up his essence, and Carlos breathes him in.

“Happy one month anniversary,” Carlos repeats, shifting again and holding him close. “I love you.”

Unqualified Obsession

Carlos Reyes, 27 year old therapist one of the youngest in the facility, worked with plenty of patients, most were adults but some were teenagers— dealing with things that someone beyond their years be going through. He’s very excellent at his job, in fact he loves it. All that will change once he meets his new client.

TK Strand, 27 going on 28, was diagnosed with BPD at the young age of 17. Short tempered rampages, irrational behaviors, getting into fights, having unprotected sex, drug benders, and getting in and out of relationships. These episodes had been occurring throughout his whole life, but they all came back after his breakup with his fiancé, Alex. Leading him back into drugs and more violent blow-ups. By the advice from his mother, he had to see a therapist and get the help that he needed.

Little did either of them know, that this will lead to major consequences ahead of them.

Thank you for the tags in previous weeks, and today thank you @ladyknight1512 @carlos-in-glasses and @whatmaydraws 💜💜💜 I love this little tag game and hope to participate more regularly in the next few months :)

I'm thrilled to share I will be posting a little something this Friday! I've had a string of snow days that helped me get this draft done earlier than expected, so here's a snippet AND a moodboard, because what says snow day better than pinterest and canva?

Carlos noses against the line of TK’s jaw, pressing a kiss to his throat. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Now take your clothes off.”

Caught off guard, Carlos laughs and ducks his face into TK’s shoulder for a moment. “Wow. So impatient. Weren’t you just asleep?”

Even as he teases, his hand finds its way back to TK’s waistband and dips underneath. TK sighs into it, throwing his head back and luxuriating.

“Maybe, but now I’m horny. Enjoy it while we’re young, baby. Before you know it we’ll be gray and wrinkly and have to stop to remember where we put the viagra.”

Carlos smiles, a sweet quirk of his lips while his hand slows to a languid, lazy stroke. “I can’t wait.”

TK barks a laugh. “Hang on, you’re excited for our dicks to stop working?”

That earns TK an eyeroll and the retraction of Carlos’s hand, which he’s about to complain about before Carlos leans over to kiss him again.

“I’m excited,” he breathes against TK’s lips, “to grow old with you, and eventually be married to the sexiest silver fox in the state of Texas.”

When they were new, TK might have redirected the compliment and made a joke about how that’d be hard for Carlos to do since he can’t marry himself. Now, he just calls him a sap and lifts his head as far as he can to stick his tongue down his fiancé’s throat.

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