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While TK wasn’t happy that Carlos had gone and gotten himself hurt there were some benefits to Carlos being put on leave and told to stay home and rest up. First he got to see his fiancé more than he was able to when they were both working. Once Carlos wasn’t restricted to the bed, he would bring lunch to the station - even though TK protested and told him that he needed to be resting and not out doing things - and would hang around until the team got called out on call. TK also didn’t have to wait for him to come home when he was done with a shift because Carlos was already there. It was nice to be able to spend time with him and not have to wait around or worry about what was happening on the job.
Another reason TK liked Carlos being home from work is he didn’t spend nearly as much time keeping up with his shaving routine. He allowed his beard to grow out, a layer of scruff covering the lower half of his face. TK was obsessed with it. Carlos was hot every day and there was never a point TK looked at Carlos and found him unattractive, but the added beard just did so much for TK and added to how hot Carlos looked.
It was a problem, really, because TK found himself just staring at Carlos more than he usually did and being distracted by thoughts of feeling Carlos' beard on his skin.
He could understand why Carlos shaved and was more clean cut for his job. If he wore his uniform and had a beard? Well TK would have to beat people back from a stick because he knew that half the city of Austin would be wanting to have their way with him. TK didn’t think he could stand up to the level of competition that would come out if more people saw Carlos sporting a beard.
It really was unfair how something as simple as facial hair made TK even more crazy for Carlos, not that he would really change anything. He loved all of Carlos, even the parts that drove him crazy and had him not being able to concentrate.
Like right now, TK is trying to be productive and do some research for their wedding while Carlos fixed them lunch but he couldn’t focus on the webpage he had opened in front of him. Instead, he was watching Carlos which wasn’t new or anything, but with the added beard and laid back look Carlos had going on - he was wearing a t-shirt TK was sure was his and gray sweatpants - it was like Carlos was tempting him.
He watches as Carlos licks the spoon in his hand in a way that should not be as obscene as it was and that’s the last straw, TK can’t take it anymore. He pushes his laptop away and stands up, making his way into the kitchen. He slips into the very narrow space between Carlos and the counter.
“Lunch isn’t done yet.” Carlos says, giving TK a look that tells him that Carlos knows exactly what he’s doing.
TK resists the urge to roll his eyes and instead leans forward and kisses Carlos, groaning when he feels his beard scratch against his skin.
It had been a little bit since they had been intimate between work and Carlos healing there hadn’t been time. Well, there could have been, but TK hadn’t wanted to hurt Carlos while he was healing and the doctor had even told them to hold off on sexy times. But Carlos was now on the mend and had been told he could go back to work next week so TK decided that it was fine, some physical activity wouldn’t hurt Carlos.
“You're sinful baby.” TK groans against his lips, placing his hands on Carlos’ hips, he pulls him closer to his body so Carlos can feel the effect that he’s having on him.
“And you’re not?” Carlos chuckles, finally putting the spoon down to bring his hand up to cup the back of TK’s neck. Carlos pushes his hips forward with more force, allowing TK to feel his growing hardness. “I can’t believe it took you so damn long to get over here.”
TK pulls back enough so that he can see Carlos’ face and raises an eyebrow, “What?”
“I’ve been trying to get your attention all morning. I thought I was going to have to put a sign on my ass just to get you to take the hint.” Carlos teases him, slipping his fingers under TK’s hoodie.
“You could have just said something, you know?”
“Yeah, but this was more fun.”
TK rolls his eyes at his fiancé, of course he’d rather do a slow burn than say something. He grabs Carlos’ hand and pulls him out of the kitchen, a little surprised when Carlos doesn’t mention the lunch he was apparently pretending to make and pulls him to their bedroom.
Pushing him onto the bed, TK grabs the hem of his hoodie and pulls it off along with his shirt before he crawls onto the bed with Carlos and finds his lips again. He grinds down against him, his thoughts drifting to the thoughts that he’s been having the last two weeks about Carlos' beard.
“Mm, fuck, baby,” TK hums between kisses, trying to get the words out but he was distracted by the slow roll of Carlos’ hips up against his. “Fuck baby, I want-”
TK’s words break off in a gasp when Carlos wraps a hand around both of their cocks, slowly stroking them.
“I want you to eat me out.” TK finally manages to get out, holding himself up over Carlos. He stares down at him with dark eyes, body tingling at the thought of Carlos’ beard against his skin. “Been thinking about it since you started growing your beard out.”
Carlos smirks and lets go of them, easily flipping them so that TK’s the one on his back.
“I know you have. Your face is an open book to me baby.” Carlos starts to kiss down TK’s chest, purposely making sure his beard drags against TK’s skin, knowing exactly what TK wanted.
TK moans, back arching into Carlos' touch and he doesn’t know how he’s going to survive when Carlos gets his mouth - and his beard - to the spot that he wants it the most. He’s sure he’s going to combust when it happens but what a way to go.
His body reacts to every little touch that Carlos graces him with, He groans, rolling his hips for any kind of friction that he can get when Carlos digs his fingers into his hips, brushing kisses along his waist. TK’s mouth drops open when Carlos wraps his mouth around his cock and bobs his head a few times, tongue swapping over the sensitive head before he pops off of it.
Carlos pats TK’s thigh gently, smirking up at him. “Come on Tyler, roll over and show me that pretty ass of yours.”
TK groans, loving the way his name sounds when it falls from Carlos’ lips and rolls over quickly. He lifts himself to his knees and presents his ass for Carlos, wanting nothing more than for Carlos’ mouth to be on him - there was no way he was going to misbehave or be bratty tonight.
“Good boy.” Carlos murmurs, running his hands over TK’s ass, squeezing it just on the side of too rough. “Such a pretty ass baby. I’m going to enjoy this.”
TK wished that he could see behind him right now because he was sure it was a sight to behold, but instead he had to focus on his other senses and to let himself just feel what was going on. There’s a beat where nothing happens and all that TK feels is the steady weight of Carlos’ hands on his ass. It’s torture, having Carlos so close to where he wants him and not feeling him yet and Tk knew that Carlos was doing it on purpose. Carlos loved the buildup and making TK wait until he felt like he was going to burst from want.
“Carlos…” TK whines.
“Patience Tyler.” Carlos whispers, his breath ghosting over TK’s whole and making him realize just how close Carlos was to his ass.
He groans, the sound turning into a choked off moan when he feels Carlos tongue flick out, circling the rim in a teasing manner before prodding against the tight ring of muscle. TK can’t help but rock back into the touch, body burning up when Carlos finally pushes his tongue inside of him and buries his face between his cheeks.
On a normal day, Carlos eating him out drives TK crazy and breaks him down to his primal urges of getting off and having Carlos just ruin him with his tongue, hands, and cock. But today? Carlos eating him out with his beard being grown out made TK feral. All he could focus on was the scratch of Carlos' beard against his sensitive skin, the way it rubbed harshly in some spots and felt soft in others.
TK’s fingers curled into the sheets below him tightly, as if he needed to hold onto them to stay grounded in the moment. TK’s mind swimed with pleasure and bliss as Carlos pressed his face harder against TK’s ass, rubbing his beard against him with purpose as he thrust his tongue in and out of him.
When Carlos pulls away, scraping his teeth against ass, TK whines and pushes back, trying to chase Carlos’ mouth. His ass was tingling and hot from the beard burn that he was sure to have after the assault of Carlos on his ass but he still wanted more. He needed all of Carlos.
“You’re so beautiful right now baby. You should see yourself.” Carlos moans, smoothing a hand over TK’s ass, fingers dancing between his cheeks and teasing him. He leans forward again, licking between his cheeks and pushing his tongue and a finger into his ass at the same time. “I want you to come on my tongue, can you do that for me baby?”
TK nods, gasping out. “Yeah, fuck, yeah I can do that.”
Even without looking at Carlos, TK knows that Carlos is smirking. He feels Carlos lean forward again, his mouth finding purchase on his ass and pressing his tongue back into TK’s ass. He grips TK’s hips and uses his hold on him to pull him back.
TK’s already so close, his body burning hot with pleasure and lust, cock hard and leaking precum against his stomach that he knows that he won’t need much more from Carlos. He rocks back, letting Carlos’ beard scrape against his ass even harder, seeking the pleasure that Carlos' mouth was giving him.
He’s right on the edge of coming when Carlos reaches a hand around and wraps his fingers around TK’s cock firmly, stroking him and flicking his wrist in the way that TK likes. The combination of Carlos’ hand on his cock and his tongue up his ass with his beard against his cheeks sends him tumbling over the edge with a shout of Carlos’ name.
Shocks of white, hot pleasure shoot through his body, making him feel like he was flying. He’s sure that it’s one of the best orgasms that he’s experienced since he’s been with Carlos and that’s really saying something because sex with Carlos was always amazing.
He collapses onto the bed, trying to catch his breath as he comes down from his high. He’s about to roll over and take care of Carlos when he hears him moan lowly and in the next moment feels the hot splashes of Carlos come hitting his ass. It was more hot than the moment has any right to be.
He rolls over onto his back and pulls Carlos down, kissing him hotly.
“I demand that you have a beard for our wedding. It’s the only thing I want.” TK says breathlessly when they pull apart from each other.
Carlos laughs and shakes his head, “Whatever you want baby.”