Just Chillin

Better late then never! Here is a snippet of my las vegas/cirque du soleil au

“So what do you do?” Mateo asks.

“Mostly aerial work, the aerial hoop is my favorite, but I’m well trained in most disciplines.”

“She better be, she teaches aerial arts at the Sanctuary Theater and she’s also a top-notch physical therapist, she’s been treating my shoulder since I moved back to Vegas.”

“You can stop singing my praises now, my meeting is over and it’s starting to weird me out.” Nancy glances at her watch. “Besides, you’re about to be late for your appointment.”

“Shoot,” TK jumps up from the table. “I won’t be gone long, Mateo keep her company, don’t let her leave the country without me.” He calls as he jogs off.

(Boy if I knew how to make banners, that would be neat. Imagine cool banner here please!!)

It is here!

What started from a prompt of Mateo being nervous about swimming and support from @annoyingcloudearthquake and @blackcatjeporday has led to the Mateo/Jonah swimming fic- here is a morsel -

“Jonah, how come you’re hiding?” Mateo asked.

“The pool,” Jonah whispered. “I don’t want to get sucked in.”

“Oh.” Mateo said. He remembered watching a show with Nancy where someone said not to tell kids the things they were afraid of are dumb or not real; which made sense to Mateo; he hated when people did that to him when he was a kid.

“Jonah, did you see someone get sucked into the pool?” Mateo asked.

“Nuh uh.” Jonah shook his head. “But there was a big pool at the… the school.”

“The one you went to in Switzerland?” Mateo asked. It still blew his mind you could send a kid to boarding school in another country… at three years old.

Jonah nodded. “Uh huh. When I was a little boy.”

“Right.” Mateo confirmed with a nod. It didn’t feel right to bring up — was Jonah at four no longer a little boy?

“Did something happen there?” Mateo asked. “At the school?”

Jonah nodded without looking up. “During the vistter week.”

“Visitors week?” Mateo guessed.

Good AFTERNOON 🌵 thanks for the tags @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @ladyknight1512 @carlossreaders @ssealie @alrightbuckaroo @ironheartwriter @rangersoup @emsprovisions @annoyingcloudearthquake I have had a beast of a morning and I almost wasn’t gonna go but… (this is from the fic I am finishing for @wipbigbang ⌨️)

I heard we were posting smut today!!!

When he gets to TK’s waist he hooks two fingers in the band of his shorts and yanks them down his legs, TK “helps” by flailing his legs to get them the rest of the way down.

“Just let me,” Carlos laughs, sitting back and sliding them the rest of the way down. He takes the opportunity to rid himself of his own pants and they join TK’s shirt and shorts somewhere on the floor.

He lays down and buries his face in the patch of hair at the base of TK’s cock. He breathes in TK’s familiar smell and feels a mixture of comfort and arousal swirling in his lower belly. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, TK Strand?”

“I have an idea,” he responds, working a hand through the curls at the crown of Carlos’s head.

He runs his tongue up the underside of TK’s hard cock, places a kiss to the pink tip. Holding steady eye contact as he does so. “Mine.”

TK fists his hand in Carlos’s hair in response, yanking hard. “Mine.”

He smiles, winking playfully at TK before breaking eye contact so he can suck him off in earnest. He starts slowly, taking TK’s length inch by inch til his nose is buried in that patch of hair again. Hollowing his cheeks and humming, moaning when TK’s grip on his hair tightens and he feels him starting to lose his grasp on control.

He loves the way he’s able to take TK apart like this. Feels this chest swell with pride at the way his legs splay, how his head thunks back and he starts to babble incoherently.

TK once told him, a few months after they got together officially, that nobody has ever taken their time with him the way Carlos does. He’s never said it out loud, but he knows most of TK’s partners have been unkind to him. Have viewed him as expendable, treated blowjobs as a means to an end, foregone proper prep in their haste to get off, left him feeling underwhelmed and unsatisfied.

But Carlos loves to tease, lives for every sigh and moan and desperate gasp he can pull out of TK. He’s memorized the way TK’s eyes go three shades darker when he’s about to come, the shape of his mouth when it drops open from pleasure, the path his flush takes as it travels down the skin of his chest when he’s reaching the peak of his arousal.

He delights in TK’s pleasure and he feels proud that he’s the only man who’s ever been able to give it to him so freely while simultaneously wanting to kill every inferior man who came before him.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he feels TK’s fingers tightening in his hair, pulling in warning that he’s about to come. He uses a hand to squeeze TK’s balls while running his teeth up the bottom of TK’s cock. He smiles to himself at the high-pitched chortle that comes out of TK. The breathy laugh that only comes out during sex. The one that’s just for Carlos.

“Let go for me, baby,” he says when he pops off TK’s cock, taking in the way he’s got his eyes scrunched. TK nods hastily and Carlos goes back down.

Nancy decides to toy with Mateo after a busy shift

Thank you for the tag, @heartstringsduet @ssealie @carlossreaders

This is for my new upcoming fic, "Never Too Old"

When Joe and Owen started talking about the weekly exercises Owen did for his bad leg, TK turned to see where his brother had gotten off to. He smiled when he saw Jonah running to greet Mateo at the door. “Uncle ‘Teo! Uncle ‘Teo!” Jonah squealed as Mateo stooped to catch Jonah in his arms. “Here comes Jonah!” Mateo exclaimed, lifting Jonah up high and putting him on his shoulders. “It’s the big J himself! No whales got you on the way over, did they?” “No, silly!” Jonah giggled. “Hi, Auntie Nancy!” He reached over and touched the brim of Nancy’s hat. “Jonah! How’d you get up there!” Nancy exclaimed. “When did you get so tall, buddy?”

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Rated: Explicit 🌶️

Prompt for @911prideweek2025

Day 3: “I like the wine and not the label”. Celebrating the bicons of 9-1-1 and Lone Star.

Pairing: Nancy Gillian/Mateo Chavez