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Silhouettes with no regrets

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“Do you ever wish we had met earlier?” Carlos pauses Netflix and turns to look at his boyfriend. “Say, in high school. Do you ever wish we had met in high school?”

“No, not particularly. I was a mess in high school. And I only ever want you to see the better parts of myself.” --- TK and Carlos + watching Heartstopper = Lots of feelings, emotional conversations, and other fun times on the couch.

"Do you ever wish we had met earlier?" Carlos pauses Netflix and turns to look at his boyfriend, Nick Nelson frozen on the screen as he shouts that he likes Charlie Spring in a romantic way, not just a friend way. "Say, in high school. Do you ever wish we had met in high school?" He asks softly, disentangling himself from TK's arms and sitting cross-legged on the couch.

"No, not particularly," TK says honestly, and winces when he sees Carlos' face fall. "I was a mess in high school, babe. And I only ever want you to see the better parts of myself." He grabs his boyfriend's hand and intertwines their fingers, hoping he knows he's speaking nothing but the truth.

Carlos nods and his eyes crinkle. "I want all of you," he reminds TK, who nods in response. He worries at his bottom lip and stares at their joined hands until he feels a single squeeze, silently prompting him to go on. "I do. I do wish we had met before. I know you were proud and out in high school, and I wish I had a friend like that."

"You wish you had a Charlie in your life," TK says knowingly, mirroring Carlos' stance and sitting cross-legged in front of him.

"Yeah, kind of." Carlos clears his throat and swallows compulsively a few times. He doesn't want to sound as vulnerable as he feels. With their knees almost touching he knows TK can feel his insecurities vibrating off him, he doesn't have to hear them too. "I just wish I had someone like that. A friend that was unapologetically themselves as I was trying to figure it all out."

"Well, spoiler alert, but Nick and Charlie are way more than friends. Nick is actually about to shout it to anyone within a mile distance," TK teases, leaning forward and stealing a chaste kiss.

Carlos shakes his head but still chases after TK when he pulls away. "I know. I read the graphic novels."

"Of course you did." TK says with a fond eye roll. "I haven't read them, but I saw a gifset on Tumblr."

"Of course you did," Carlos echoes, a grin breaking free on his face.

TK leans forward again, tangling one hand on Carlos' hair, twisting a curl on his finger, as the other finds its way under his shirt, skimming over his waist. "On second thought, I do wish I had met you in high school. I bet you were even cuter than Charlie, all soft curls and sweet smiles but so, so hot. Those Latino hips and toned skin probably had all the girls and boys chasing after you."

"You're ridiculous." It's Carlos' turn to roll his eyes now, even as he laughs his way onto the kiss that TK presses over his lips, successfully silencing him. Before either of them can stop it, Carlos' hands make their way onto TK, and Charlie and Nick are forgotten on the screen as their lips crash and their brains cede control to the natural desires of their bodies.

In one swift motion Carlos is no longer sitting but taking advantage of his athleticism to pull TK to him and flip them so his boyfriend's head is resting on the armrest as he looms over him. With arms extended on either side of his neck, Carlos lowers himself marginally and brushes their lips together.

TK chews on his bottom lip, eyes darkened and glued to Carlos' face. It's as distractingly sexy as it's maddening, and Carlos can only hold on for so long. His fingers fumble with the buttons of TK's jeans, just as his boyfriend tucks on his shirt.

It takes only seconds for pants and shirts to be thrown to the floor as they remove anything that could get in the way of their desires. The moment their bodies finally touch is like the air is sucked out of the room, oxygen replaced with electricity, and every caress and tug sets their skin aflame. It's too much, yet somehow never enough, and still, it leaves both desperate for more.

Carlos bites gently into the side of TK's neck and he uses the distraction to flip them over. TK presses his boyfriend back onto the couch as their kisses go deeper and deeper, and become longer and longer; neither of them caring as they share breath and heat, promises and dreams.

Never one to cease control, Carlos shoves his thigh in between TK's legs, tangling their legs and pulling until TK falls down onto him. He kisses TK senseless and when he's sure his head must be spinning, flips them over once again. Carlos places a trail of kisses over TK's chest and around his collarbone, lingering an extra moment over any scar or mark on his body.

TK sucks in a breath when Carlos presses a kiss over his bullet wound scar and moves to hold Carlos' face on either side. He pulls him down and their lips collide again. One kiss leads to a second, and a second leads to three more. It's equally sweet and messy, sexy and frantic, and yet it still doesn't feel like nearly enough.

When air becomes a necessity, they pull apart, flushed, sweaty, breathless, but their hands still roam over any reachable area of exposed skin. It doesn't last long, and soon they're kissing again. They bite, they suck, their tongues beg for entrance. Both gradly allow it but they still want more, need more.

Carlos is about to lower himself further down TK's body when one of them accidentally presses on the remote controller and the TV turns back on. Charlie is running towards Nick as the boys tumble off the couch in surprise. TK falls on top of Carlos and he can't stifle a groan, but he's smiling like TK hasn't seen him do in months.

TK rolls himself off his boyfriend and lands on the floor next to him, their bodies pressed together in the small space in between the couch and table. Their hands instantly link as their faces turn to look at each other. "I never thought this would happen to me either," TK whispers, echoing Charlie as he speaks on the TV. "Especially after Alex. I never thought this sort of happiness was in the cards for me. It was just an unattainable dream."

Carlos nods, at a loss for words because God only knows how true those words ring to him too. Not only did he think a love like this was never in the cards for him, but for a long time, he also felt like he didn't deserve it.

"And I'm sorry that you never had a friend when you had your proper, full-on gay crisis." TK closes the space between them and hugs Carlos. The heat and electricity of before all but gone and replaced by the love and understanding that's the foundation of their relationship.

"Thank you," Carlos says when they pull apart. "I had a lot of proper, and improper, full-on gay crisis."

TK lifts a brow. "What does a Carlos Reyes improper gay crisis looks like?"

"That's a story for another day." Carlos chuckles and TK pushes back the wayward curls that fall onto his eyes. "But if you ask my cousins, I'm sure they'll have tons of stories to tell you."

"I will keep that in mind next time we're at Tía Lucy's." Carlos's eyes go wide, remembering they're supposed to go there next Sunday for Mother's Day but TK quickly kisses the embarrassment off his face.

They go silent after that. Both lost in memories of the past, dreams that felt unattainable and ones that against all odds turned into this moment and reality they're both living in.

"Do you ever feel like we're too old for young love?" Carlos breaks the silence as he stares blankly at the roof.

"I'd say true love should be the goal. But even then, you don't have to be young to experience young love," TK says sincerely, his eyes on Carlos as his boyfriend continues to look at anything but him. "We can still run around the snow, kiss under the rain, scream to the seagulls that we're boyfriends and in love, go bowling or to the arcade, and hug on the sand."

Carlos lets out a little gasp, surprised TK is able to read him so well and know exactly where his mind is at, but also not really because he knows they know each other better than anyone. Quite literally inside and out – every crease of their bodies and all that hides within their hearts. "Good. Because I want to experience it all with you."

"And I wouldn't want to do it with anyone but you." TK's lips break into a loopy smile just before he jumps up towards the couch, grabbing his phone and sitting back on his heels.

"What are you doing?" Carlos asks when TK starts typing furiously.

TK lifts his hand in the universal sigh of wait a moment and continuous typing until the smile turns into a self-satisfied smirk. Carlos knows better than to ask again so he just waits expectantly until TK lowers himself back down on the floor, ready to share. "I booked a weekend in June at a beachfront hotel in Galveston. We can go to the beach, the pier, and the amusement park. I checked our calendar and we're both off. Will you go with me?"

TK could be asking to go into the pits of hell, and Carlos would have still said yes. But this one is easy, so he nods vigorously before kissing TK's grin away. "I'd follow you anywhere you go, TK. For however long you'll let me. So, yes, I'd love to go with you."

"Forever, Carlos. But you don't have to follow me. We can walk alongside each other," TK promises, hiding his face on Carlos' side when he calls him sappy. "And Carlos?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, and I'm glad dad moved us to Austin. We grew up on two different sides of the country and living very different lives; I'm just happy we got to meet at all," TK murmurs the words against Carlos' side, his hand resting over his thigh.

Carlos nods and closes his eyes, undoubtedly lost in his own mind. Wanting to bring him back from a place where he can't follow, TK's hand inches up his thigh just slightly and his thump digs into his skin, the touch quick and teasing.

Predictably, Carlos sucks in a breath and opens his eyes, so TK lifts himself a little so he can stare into his favorite soulful brown orbs before he continues what he was saying, "And I like to think that we met when it was meant to be, because if not I would just be full of regrets for the lost time."

TK is smiling his signature eye-twinkling grin, the one reserved just for him, and Carlos' insides flutter in the most satisfying way. He takes advantage of the way his boyfriend seems to be completely lost staring at him, and leverages his weight, sitting up, and pulling TK to him so they're chest to chest. He braces his hands on his chest as though to get his point across by osmosis and whispers, "Good. There's no point thinking of lost time when we get a lifetime together."

Carlos holds his breath after the words escape his lips, and TK seemingly does too. But then he's nodding and kissing Carlos senseless. Both their minds are now on the logical next step for their relationship, and for once, the thought doesn't scare either of them.

"Yeah?" Carlos can't help but ask. A prequel, but not the real question yet.

TK nods again, and asks himself, "You sure?" He cocks his head to the side, eyes locked on Carlos' and open for him to see the pain and baggage hidden behind the surface.

"Yes, of course." Because of course Carlos would marry him, he thinks he's always known it, ever since they met under the rain and kissed under the flickering lights of the rundown bathroom of a Texan Honky-Tonk – the perfect first meeting. The question and words were nothing more than a formality at this point, but he knows nothing will ever feel quite as right as getting to say I do to the man currently in his arms.

With Carlos' question-not-question settled, they lower themselves back to the floor and hold each other until they fall asleep. Their poses unintentionally mirroring Charlie and Nick as they lie on the beach, because it's never too late to experience your own version of young love.

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