Tarlos Prompts

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The next day TK had off, he wanted nothing more than to spend it with Carlos. Sadly, Carlos would be gone half the day...but that didn’t stop TK from going over to his place anyway. 

His duffle was placed neatly by the door, along with his shoes. TK made quick work of his clothes, putting them neatly in the laundry bin. He was quick to shower, not bothering using his own shampoo, conditioner, and soap. He wanted nothing more than to be with Carlos...so he decided that the next best thing was to smell somewhat like him.

He didn’t mean that in a creepy way...it’s just he hasn’t seen his boyfriend in person for three days and he misses him. Wrapped in a towel, TK picks through the dresser in Carlos’s room. Currently, TK has two drawers...but he tries not to use them/fill them...he doesn’t want Carlos to think he’s trying to take over the place...he wanted this to work out, after all. 

After pulling on a pair of boxers, TK hesitated at selecting his pants. He already knew that he would be wearing the hoodie that he borrowed from Carlos...but he honestly didn’t want to put his own clothes on...that would defeat the purpose of trying to smell like Carlos. 

Biting his lip, TK ran a hand over a pair of dark sweats. They were well worn, unless you looked closely, you wouldn’t notice the faded APD down the side. Shrugging to himself, he quickly put them on, pulling the drawstring tight against him so that he didn’t give himself away. He would look like he was swimming in them, had he not. 

TK ran his tongue over his lips as he looked at his reflection. It sent a rush of calm through his system as the comforting smell of his boyfriend reached his nose.

...He just hoped Carlos wouldn’t notice.

3

TK was having a bad day. He just wanted to curl up with Carlos and let the other man take his troubles and wash them away.

As soon as Carlos made it through the door, TK was on him. He didn’t care if he came off as clingy, he needed Carlos. “Baby, what’s wrong,” he asked quietly, immediately wrapping his arms around TK.

TK didn’t answer, only buried himself further into Carlos’s chest, taking deep breaths to get as much of Carlos’s homey scent into his body. All day TK had wanted a fix...being in Carlos’s arms like this? It made him feel ten times better...he didn’t feel like he needed to go out and get a score or get drunk off his ass. Being with Carlos felt like being home...and that should have scared him more than it did. 

Carlos pressed a few kisses to his forehead, lifting TK like it was nothing. He carried TK to the bedroom, lightly placing him on the bed. TK let out a whine when Carlos moved to step away from him, “I just need to get out of my uniform, Baby...I’ll come right back.”

TK fidgeted with his fingers while Carlos changed. His anxiety rose the longer Carlos was out of his grasp. In Carlos’s defense, he was quick about his change, not bothering to take off his undershirt, nor to put sweats over his boxer. Soon enough, his arms encircled TK once more, moving them to a comfortable position on the bed. “You don’t have to talk about it...but I’m here for you.”

4

TK had a long shift. What happened exactly was that it was the shift from hell. Every other call the crew went on was a disaster that had no light at the end of it. A grand total of sixteen kids...that’s how many they lost.

TK trudged into Carlos’s condo. He didn’t acknowledge the man sitting on the couch, just letting his duffle hit the ground. He stood there for a moment, debating on getting a shower while he was still awake enough or going to curl into his boyfriend’s lap. 

TK made his decision when Carlos muted the TV he had been watching. TK turned towards Carlos, trying for a small smile, but he knew it was far from a convincing smile. He didn’t talk, just eased himself down onto Carlos’s lap, burying his head in the man’s chest.

Carlos wasted no time in wrapping his arms securely around TK. He placed multiple kisses on the man’s forehead, murmuring reassurances to the man. He hadn’t had a shift, but he’d been updated throughout the day by their friends about the calls they went on. With TK’s new job as a Paramedic, he’d had more hands on experience with the losses the team suffered earlier. Carlos didn’t mind being used as comfort after a shift from hell...that was what he was here for.

5

TK couldn’t figure out why he was in a funk. His night with Carlos was unbelievable...he could still remember the trails Carlos’s mouth had taken on his skin. He could remember how Carlos had made him feel like he was the only person in the world that mattered. Hell, he remembered cuddling in close and letting Carlos’s heartbeat lull him to sleep...he even remembered the sleepy ‘I love you’ that had been whispered into his hair. But for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what had put him in this mood.

Maybe it was the fact that he’d had to leave Carlos in the bed that morning. Carlos wouldn’t go to work until a couple of hours after TK did. But that still didn’t explain the deep rooted sadness that TK felt as he sat in the firehouse waiting on the next call out. Had he missed something? Did he forget to do a chore before he left? Did he forget to write down the grocery list? Did he forget to turn a light off?

It took him nearly two hours to realize what it was...and to be honest, he felt a little stupid about it. 

Carlos had been passed out from their  activities the previous night. Other than waking up briefly when TK had been getting out of bed, Carlos had slept right through TK getting ready for work and leaving. This meant that TK had not received his ‘be safe, I love you’ kiss before leaving for shift. It meant that he hadn’t gotten his ‘good morning’ kiss. It meant he hadn’t gotten his ‘it’s time to get up, shut your alarm off’ kiss. I meant that he hadn’t gotten his forehead kiss or a kiss to his hand...it meant he was deprived of his boyfriend’s affections.

This simply would not do. 

Like clockwork, Carlos walked into the station carrying a bag of pastries and a Boba Tea for his boyfriend. He smiled as he walked into the kitchen where he knew TK would be. The smile faltered slightly as he was met with a pouting TK. “Everything alright, Babe?” 

TK’s frown deepened as he looked at Carlos, “you forgot,” he muttered, eyes turning even sadder. 

Carlos wracked his brain for what he could have possibly forgotten. It was Tuesday, April 15th. No special occasion. He ordered the same Boba he always did. They were out of his usual cream pastry, so Carlos got the Almond Butter instead, knowing his boyfriend wouldn’t be too miffed at the change. TK hadn’t left anything at home, or Carlos would have brought it with him...there were no birthdays...he was drawing a blank. He cleared his throat, “forgot?”

TK slumped even further, looking away from Carlos. He approached the man, taking his Boba and the pastries. Carlos leaned forward, prepared for the cheek kiss TK always gives him, but frowns slightly as TK just turns completely from him and walks away.

“Um...are you mad at me?”

Tk shook his head, “no.”

“Then you’re just not planning to give me any affection today?”

“You started it,” TK mumbled. 

Carlos’s eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?” 

TK bit his lip, sighing loudly. “You just...you weren’t awake...you didn’t wake me with a-a kiss or-or any forehead kisses. You didn’t-you didn’t give me my ‘stay safe’ or ‘I love you’ kiss this morning. And I understand...you were tired but…”

A smile made its way to Carlos’s face. He walked closer to TK, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “So the kicked puppy look is because you missed my kisses this morning?”

TK’s pout deepened even more at the playful tone of Carlos’s voice. “It’s not funny.”

Carlos brushed a kiss along TK’s cheek, “I know, Baby. I’m sorry I forgot our morning kisses...I promise to try and keep from making that mistake again. Do you forgive me?”

TK tried to keep a smile off of his face as Carlos peppered his face with quick pecks. “Just don’t let it happen again.”

+1

TK wasn’t as smooth as he thought. Carlos immediately noticed the change in his wardrobe. Carlos didn’t mind, he quite liked seeing his boyfriend in his clothes. TK wasn’t small by any account, but Carlos was broader, taller...this made for the most adorable sight Carlos had ever seen. 

TK had to roll Carlos’s sweats up in order to walk in them. He always looked so cozy in Carlos’s hoodies. Slowly, TK had started to smell more like Carlos’s shampoo and soap instead of his own (and that made pride swell in his chest, but he wasn’t going to analyze that deeply). 

The truth of the matter is, if TK was seeking out comfort by wearing Carlos’s clothes and using his shampoo...Carlos wasn’t going to complain. If TK was going to cling to him day and night? Carlos wasn’t going to complain. I loved having his boyfriend in his arms. He loved seeing TK in his clothes...and he loved coming home to him more often than not.

“Move in with me,” Carlos whispered as he traced imaginary shapes on TK’s back while they were lying in bed. 

TK tensed slightly, moving to look at Carlos. “What?”

Carlos shifted slightly to look into TK’s eyes. “Move in with me. You’re here more than at your dad’s place. You’ve taken over half of my dresser and closet. Half the things in the fridge and kitchen are for you specifically...I enjoy coming home to you. So move in with me.”

TK stared at Carlos for a long moment, “I-I’m clingy. I steal your clothes and-and I don’t want to be away from you when I’m here. When we’re in public, I can’t stop touching you for long periods of time...I have to constantly hold your hand or be wrapped up in your arms...I’m a lot to handle.”

Carlos gripped TK’s face, making sure the man met his eyes. “No you’re not. I enjoy seeing you in my clothes, it makes me feel special knowing you draw comfort from wearing my things. I love that you have started taking over space in my place...it feels more like a home with you in it. I look forward to coming home because I’m not walking in to an empty condo...I’m coming home to be with you. I agree that you’re clingy...but that makes me love you even more. I love that you seek comfort in me. Hell, I’m just as clingy. I never want to take my hands off of you. TK, I’m in love with you and I want you here full time.”

TK licked his lips slowly, “you mean that?”

“Hell yes. You’re fucking adorable swimming in my clothes, I want to see that more. I want to wake up with you every day and do our routine morning kisses. I want to drop you off at work and visit and come home to you. I want it all, Baby.”

“Me too.”

“So?”