absolutely loving all your writing, you’re feeding us so well! I’d love to request something if you’re up for it: tk seeing carlos in his glasses for the first time and just being 😳 no thoughts head empty
thanks for the request! not quite sure if this counts as pillow talk but i'm submitting it for day 13 of @flufftober2021: pillow talk
ao3 | 460 words | fluff, very mild sexual innuendo
TK was not prepared to be attacked this early in the morning.
In theory, he knows Carlos wears glasses. He’s watched him put his contacts in and he’s seen the pair sitting on Carlos’s nightstand. And, yes, he has imagined how Carlos would look in them, which, yes, has led to some very interesting showers.
Turns out, his imagination (which TK considers plenty creative, thanks) falls far short of reality.
Because Carlos is wearing his glasses now, and holy shit. TK doesn’t think he’s blinked once since he first opened his eyes, having been instantly assaulted with the utterly deadly combination of glasses and loose curls.
Carlos, meanwhile, seems totally oblivious to TK’s predicament. “What are you staring at?” he mumbles, not looking away from his book, totally calm as if he hasn’t just changed TK’s entire life.
What TK means to say is an eloquent rant about how a) he has the right not to be murdered first thing in the morning and b) Carlos has been holding out this whole time and he demands to know why.
What comes out instead is a strained, “Glasses.”
Carlos quirks an amused eyebrow, side-eyeing TK. “Yeah. So?”
“So? You—” TK rolls to pout at his boyfriend as he fights to get his tongue working again. “You could have warned me,” he settles on, not even caring about how petulant he sounds.
Carlos’s other eyebrow shoots up. “I could have warned you?”
“That I was going to wear my glasses this morning?”
“When I didn’t even know myself before I actually put them on, at which point you were asleep?”
Carlos, clearly still not understanding just how serious this is, laughs. “Okay babe. Next time I don’t know I’m going to wear my glasses, I’ll be sure to warn you.”
TK groans and swats at Carlos. “Jerk.”
Unfortunately, this has the effect of making Carlos smile even wider, and TK has to shove his face into the pillow so he doesn’t have to stare at fucking Michelangelo’s David over there. “Arrest yourself,” he mumbles.
“On what charges?”
“Attempted murder. Looking unreasonably good at eight in the morning. Making fun of me. You choose.”
“Okay.” The sheets rustle as Carlos leans closer, and TK shivers at the hot breath ghosting across his skin. “Not sure I’ll be able to get the handcuffs on myself, though. Why don’t you come over here and help me?”
Oh, with pleasure.
TK’s up immediately, swinging a leg over to straddle Carlos’s lap. “On one condition,” he says, leaning forward so there’s barely any air between them. “The glasses stay on.”
Carlos smirks and grabs at TK’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs. “After this morning, they’re never coming off again.”
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More from the What-if-TK-didn’t-move-to-Austin fic. This snippet is from a Friendsgiving scene. So much pining, good lord.
TK immediately scans the room for Carlos and finds him seated in the living room having a conversation with Marjan and Paul. TK is practically frozen in his spot as he watches him. Carlos looks so beautiful tonight, impeccably filling out a maroon colored button down, his hair slicked back.
It’s a polished look but it’s contrasted by the ease to which Carlos carries himself, expression open and free as he laughs at something Marjan has just said. He shakes his head and looks away from her and it’s then that Carlos notices him.
Still coming down off his laughter, TK is met with the brightest smile from Carlos. TK feels a sharp tug in the pit of his stomach as Carlos gets up and crosses the room to him.
TK tries not to ogle him but it’s far easier said than done as he takes in the fit of Carlos’ black pants, the way they cling to his thighs. It’s just not fair the way this man seems to exist just to wreck him.
TK pulls himself together quickly enough to find the ability to speak as Carlos comes up to him and envelopes him in a hug. His fingers splay against Carlos’ back, pressing softly to hard muscle.
“I’m glad you were able to come down here for this,” Carlos says against the shell of his ear.
TK makes the mistake of breathing him in, his head instantly becoming a riot.
He pulls back and manages a smile.
“There was no way I was going to miss it.”
Carlos beams at him and TK knows his sanity is going to be fully tested tonight.
Carlos leads them back to the sofa and takes the seat he vacated, moving over enough to give TK space to sit too. It leaves TK with his thigh pressed against Carlos’, making it very difficult for him to pay attention to any of the conversation the group is having.
To his credit, he’s able to laugh or smile at just the right moments.
Judd gets everyone’s attention, not a moment too soon, and announces that it’s time to eat. He calls everyone to gather in the dining room to bless the meal.
In the shuffle of bodies, TK gets separated from Carlos but his eyes find him as they form around the table.
“Floor’s all yours, Mrs. Ryder,” Judd says with a flourish of his hand towards Grace.
“Oh, so you’re gonna make me do it then, huh?” she quips.
“Well, your name is Grace, ain’t it?” Judd teases, getting a laugh out of everyone, Grace included.
She playfully swats his stomach and Judd takes a hold of her hand, linking their fingers and bringing her hand to his lips. TK smiles softly to himself as he watches them, the familiarity and comfort to which they simply exist together.
TK’s eyes land on Carlos and he finds him looking at the couple with a fond smile on his face. Carlos looks away from them and right at TK whose face flushes from being caught staring.
Grace begins the prayer and TK knows he should be paying attention and bowing his head like everyone else but Grace’s words are more like static in his ears as his eyes seek out Carlos again.
He catches words like blessed, friends, and family. He dials back in just as Grace concludes.
“For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful. Amen.”
The group echoes her and immediately side conversations break out at the table.
It’s easy to picture what life could have been like for him had he moved with his father. Though he only sees this collection of people every now and then, they’ve come to mean a great deal to him.
Mateo engages Carlos in conversation and from the looks of things, the young firefighter is very excited, hands flailing about as he speaks.
Carlos, no doubt feeling TK’s gaze, gives him a small smile from across the table. TK feels his heart race as he smiles back.
“Oh my god,” Paul groans beside him.
TK’s brows furrow in concern.
“I should be asking you that, man. If this is killing me, I know you’ve got to be suffering,” he says, loading mashed potatoes onto his plate.
“Wait, what are you talking about?”
Paul rolls his eyes jokingly and laughs.
“You and Carlos. You two aren’t exactly subtle.”
“We’re just friends,” TK says defensively.
Paul snorts out a laugh.
“Yeah, because nothing says strictly friends like exchanging heart eyes every time you’re in the same room together. You guys are practically cartoon characters.”
TK elbows Paul in the side, earning a laugh from the man. TK follows suit and begins fixing his plate.
“I know I have a talent for picking up on people’s tells but anyone could see it between you two. One of you needs to go for it. Take yourselves out of this misery and get together already.”
This now makes it three people who have voiced their suspicion that this crush wasn’t one-sided.
Either Carlos could see it too and was just scared of making a move like him or Carlos could see it too and was opting out. The latter makes his stomach turn at the mere thought.
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