I had a tie on the writing poll tag game but I thought I would start with my hand kink fic since it's been one I've been teasing since forever. This was just the kick in the butt I needed to finally take my outline and start fleshing it out! I hope you like it! There's so much more coming from it. - T
The below snippet is rated E for explicit content.
1. 15 minutes after they met, a quick hand job in the bathroom TK Strand is no stranger to bathroom quickies, sloppy handjobs, and kisses that taste like stale beer. Heās gotten it on in a bar bathroom more times than he cares to admit, always trying to feel something when his life is numb. Tonightās no different. He allows Carlos in his too-tight grin shirt and much too pretty brilliant smile to lead him into the bathroom, slamming him against the door and lock it, and kissing TK like he means it. As if kissing TK is something Carlos has been starving to do, he doesnāt want to stop now that he's doing it. Itās much too much for something thatās going to be dirty and sloppy. It feels too permanent for a bathroom hookup. It feels like falling into bed together and waking up the next morning with each other on their breath, sleepy morning eyes, and coffee for breakfast. It feels like something TK desperately wants but can never let himself have. TK pushes against Carlos until the other man stumbles back a few steps, his back hitting the counter and TK reaches out to grab Carlosā large hand. Carlosā hands were one of the first things that TK had noticed about them and heās not too ashamed to admit that heās thought about a lot of different things that Carlos could do with his hands. He pulls Carlosā hand closer, pressing it against the growing bulge in TKās pants.
